#platonic marauders imagine

[mirrorball-writings]

All You Need is Pain

request: @looneylupinsworld: hii could you please write an imagine with the marauders x fem reader (5th year) maybe she gets bullied or something for not having friends and being a loner and like they take care of her and befriend her and she finally makes some friends ? thank youu!!

WC: 3.6k

Reading time: 13:15

Warnings: bullying, physical/verbal abuse, unforgivable curses

I stared out the library window, momentarily forgetting about the mountain of homework that sat in front of me. Even though it was only the beginning of the term, fifth year was OWLs year, so we already had a lot of work. Still, it was hard to concentrate on my homework considering the beautiful leaves outside, not to mention the fact that the infamous Gryffindor boys, or the “Marauders,” as they called themselves, had also taken seats at the library tables and were incredibly loud. I turned my attention away from the orange and yellow covering the landscape and back towards the essay I was working on, but I couldn’t get myself to focus with the incessant chatter and laughter from a few tables down. I sighed and packed up my work, knowing I’d surely be able to get more work done in my dorm without so much noise.

I strolled through the corridors of the castle, taking in my surroundings and humming one of my favorite Muggle songs I listened to back at home. I was looking at one of the portraits on the wall — a particularly beautiful one with a girl in a flower garden — when I ran into someone and dropped all my books on the floor. 

“I’m so sorry,” I stuttered out, while hurrying to gather all my things back into my arms.

I heard a girl scoff. “Watch where you’re going next time. If you had messed up my robes I’d have to get you to pay for them.”

I picked up my last book and finally looked up, my eyes meeting those of a Slytherin girl, although I didn’t know her name. She had never talked to me before, but I had seen her parading around the castle with her crew of Slytherins: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa and Bellatrix Black, Severus Snape, and the like. I hurriedly apologized to her again and rushed off, not wanting to prolong our interaction.

Somehow, I managed to get all my work done, but the next day I had already been assigned plenty more. I trudged through the corridors on the way to my next class, arms weighted down with mounds of books and parchment. As I turned the corner, I saw the girl from the previous night, plus some of her gang. They met eyes with me briefly, but I turned to stare straight in front of me and walked as quickly as I could past them.

“Not so fast, Wilson,” I heard, right as I was about to turn out of their sight. I took a deep breath and turned around to see none other than Lucius Malfoy sneering in my direction.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” he asked, feigning interest. When I didn’t answer, he snarled, “Answer me when I speak to you! Or are you too much of a scaredy-cat? Seems weird to me that they’d put a timid little mouse in the house of the lion.”

I mumbled, “I was just going to the library.”

The whole group laughed, sharing meaningful glances between one another, smirking and snickering at me.

This time, Bellatrix spoke up. “Wow, Wilson. We all knew you were a loser, but I never would’ve expected that you’d be such a weirdo that you couldn’t even find another weirdo to do homework with you. I mean, you may be a loser but at least you get good grades. It must be a shame to have nobody even like you enough to get homework answers from you.”

I shook my head and turned around, walking the rest of the way to the library. I knew that would probably upset them, since they didn’t tell me I could leave, but I didn’t want to just stand there and let them keep harassing me. I tried to tell myself that I didn’t mind not having many friends, but I also knew there was some truth in what Bellatrix had said. I was known for being smart, and yet nobody ever asked me for help on homework or assignments, much less to help them study. I had never really tried to make friends with anybody, and I generally liked being alone, but I suppose maybe it would’ve been nice to have someone to talk to or laugh with every now and again. Of course, the other girls in my dorm were perfectly nice to me, but they all were in their own little friend group, and I was never included in the things they did. I figured that after five years it was too late to try and make friends, so I just shook my head to myself and got started with my homework for the night.

I tried to avoid the group of Slytherins after that, because as I figured, they were not happy that I had left before we were done with “our little chat,” as they called it. The few times I did pass them in the halls, they made snide remarks, but we didn’t really have any more interactions like the first one, since there were generally other students or professors in the halls when they would see me. So, thankfully, I was able to avoid being stuck in a similar situation for a while. 

I didn’t really know why they seemed to have it out for me, but I knew that the only way they really knew who I was was because I had run into that girl one night. They didn’t even really seem to have a problem with me — I figured that they just picked on me because I was easy. I didn’t stand up for myself and I didn’t have any friends to stand up for me either. Or maybe they picked on me in hopes that they could get to the Marauders, who had pranked them more times than anyone could count. They knew that I wasn’t friends with the Marauders, but they also knew that we were in the same house and the same year, and they sarcastically asked me many times if I was going to go ask them for help. Although I could tell they were trying to be patronizing when they said I should go get the Marauders to help if I couldn’t handle them on my own, I was fairly certain that they somewhat hoped that I would, so that they could have an opportunity to get back at them for all the things the Marauders had done to them in the past.

A few weeks later, they caught me again when I was on the way to class. This time, they cut to the chase.

“Look, Wilson. Our deal is this: either you start telling us about how to ruin the pranks of those boys in your year, or we make your life miserable.”

I shrugged. “I don’t really know them.”

Bellatrix, who was the one talking to me at the moment, scoffed. “You’re in the same year and the same house. The only way you wouldn’t know them is if they’re trying to avoid you. Which I guess wouldn’t be surprising considering that everyone else seems to, otherwise you might actually have some friends.”

I looked around uncomfortably, trying not to meet her eyes. “They don’t avoid me, we’re just not really friends. And I don’t really want to sell you information anyway.”

The group looked at each other before Bellatrix responded, “Fine, then. Get ready to see a lot more of us.”

I continued to try to avoid them, but they lived up to their promise. Every few days they would catch me in the corridors as I was heading to class or the library, and they would pick on me, tease me, call me names, and generally belittle me. After a while, though, I learned to live with it, since it seemed that their insults were fairly limited. All they would say was that I was a loser, a loner, a nobody with no friends. I knew I had no friends, so I tried to not mind, although I can’t deny that their insults started to get to me eventually, and I started to wonder whether maybe I was just so weird that nobody wanted to be friends with me at all. I had always thought that it was just because I was too shy to try and make friends, but maybe they were right, and people would want to be my friend if I wasn’t such a loser.

After a few weeks of teasing, they seemed to get bored, and started to escalate things to physical harassment. They would push me around, and sometimes even hit me, just to try to get a reaction out of me. I was surprised that they would go to this much effort just to try to get back at the Marauders, but I supposed that they had a reputation to uphold and the incessant pranks were making it difficult for them to maintain the respect they wanted, and they somehow figured that if I got tired enough of their treatment that I would go to the Marauders and get them to deal with it. I couldn’t possibly understand the logic of the plan, but I figured that they hoped that if the Marauders got involved, they could blackmail, threaten, or scare them somehow into not pranking them anymore. Either way, I thought they would have realized by that point that I wasn’t the way for them to get what they wanted, but maybe by then they just enjoyed picking on me.

This trend of teasing continued for quite a while, and I was starting to feel drained. I was tired of worrying about where they were at all moments of the day, and I was tired of trying to cover up the fact that they had been hurting me — physically and mentally. Although nobody really looked out for me most of the time, the girls in my dorm had noticed something was up, and tried to get an answer out of me. I didn’t want to tell them that I was being picked on, so I tried to make excuses, even if they weren’t particularly believable. 

Eventually, they seemed to get bored again, and this time escalated it further. The first time they ever hexed me was when they were asking again for me to give them a chance to get back at the Marauders. When I said no, they hexed me. It wasn’t really harmful, and it wore off in a few minutes, but it still signified a new level of the degree they would go to. I left that particular meeting shaken up, but still not willing to bring the situation to anyone’s attention.

As the weeks went by, it got more and more difficult to hide what was going on from the girls in my dorm. There were multiple times that I was late getting somewhere, or they saw the aftermath of an interaction — whether that was bruises on my arms or evidence of a hex. I still tried to deny anything was happening, but they were too smart for my excuses, and they eventually figured out that someone was picking on me. From that point, it wasn’t hard for them to figure out who it was. Apparently, although they didn’t tell me this, they decided to give those Slytherins a piece of their mind, and try to convince them to stop.

I didn’t know that the girls had done this until the day after their confrontation. When the Slytherins caught me in the corridors that day, I could tell that something was different. Instead of their usual attitude, which treated me more as a plaything, they seemed genuinely angry, which surprised me, since I had no recollection of doing anything in particular to upset them.

Lucius was the first one to talk to me. “Who else have you told?”

I stared at him blankly before responding, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughed coldly. “Don’t play that innocent game. We all know you went and told your little friends about what was going on, who else have you told? You’re a goody-goody, so no doubt you’ve told a professor. Who have you told?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t said anything to anyone.”

“Well, then how did those girls in your year know that we were having these little meetings?”

“I—I don’t know. I didn’t tell them.”

I was starting to get scared at this point. In the past, they hadn’t really done anything to actually harm me, but up to this point they hadn’t really been angry. Now that they were, I didn’t know to what extent they would go to take out their anger. Thankfully, before I could find out, a professor turned the corner, so they backed away. However, before we could part ways, I saw a look on their faces that said, unmistakably, I ought to prepare myself for the next time we meet.

Later, the girls in my dorm confronted me. They told me that they had talked to the Slytherins, and that they knew they had been picking on me. I said that I already knew about their conversation, so they asked if they had done something again today. Now knowing that they already generally knew what was happening, I figured that there was no reason to deny anything anymore.

“They stopped me today in the halls, but they didn’t really do anything.”

The girls looked at each other before Lily spoke. “Do you think they’re going to do something?”

I nodded. “Before they walked away, they had this look on their faces, like they wanted to do something really bad. But they didn’t have time to do it.”

They looked concerned, but I waved it off and said it would be fine. They hadn’t ever really done anything to hurt me before, so I figured they wouldn’t really do anything too bad.

The next day, they saw me again. This time, it was the evening, so professors were less likely to be roaming the halls. I had just left the library, yet again trying to escape the ruckus of the Marauders. I tried to turn away when I saw them, but they noticed me before I could.

“Ah, Wilson, we meet again,” said Severus.

I backed towards the other side of the corridor.

“Don’t act so afraid. You brought yourself into this. Let this serve as a reminder that we have a deal. If you want this to stop, you have to follow through with the deal and let us get back at the group that has humiliated us all these years. If not, nothing changes. Understood?”

I nodded, afraid of the raised wands pointed towards me. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Severus laughed. “It’s too late for that now, isn’t it?”

Before I could prepare myself, I heard a word I had never heard outside of a classroom. I knew that these people would do awful things, but I never thought that even they would go to this level of cruelty. And yet…

“Crucio!”

I wasn’t sure who said it or how long the spell was working. All I knew was pain coursing through my body — every bone, muscle, and vein in my body screaming with shooting, burning pain. It was worse than any pain I had ever felt before. I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t think; I could only feel, and I could only feel pain. It was the purest pain I had ever experienced, and I could do nothing about it. I could feel myself writhing on the ground like a bug that’s been stepped on, but I couldn’t bring myself to get up. My vision was covered with bright white, with pain. All I felt was pain.

I didn’t know how long it had been happening, but somewhere in the distance — or, perhaps, right next to me, but sounding distant due to my decreased senses — I heard someone shout “Expelliarmus!” and the pain started to ebb away. Even once my body had stopped burning with pain, I remained lying down with my eyes closed, willing myself to get up. I tried to lift myself up off the ground, but I couldn’t.

I heard footsteps approaching me and felt someone kneel down, presumably to check if I was still alive. Someone tapped on my shoulder, and I forced myself to open my eyes, even if only to curl up tighter and clutch my head afterwards because of the light of the corridor. However, the split second my eyes had been open was enough, and I couldn’t deny what I saw. Remus Lupin.

I was still lying curled up on the floor when I felt strong arms scoop me up and begin to carry me towards what I assumed was the common room. In normal circumstances I would be beyond embarrassed and would demand to walk, even if I was in an unfit state, but I was still in shock and still had no ability to form coherent thoughts. After a minute of walking, I felt myself being lowered down onto the familiar couch of the Gryffindor common room, and I felt a blanket being laid over my numb body.

Eventually, I was able to open my eyes, and I was met with the very concerned stares of four boys that I had never seen concerned about anything before. I shied back into the couch cushions, wishing they would look away, wishing I could disappear from their gazes. However, there was no such luck.

“Are you okay?” asked Sirius.

Remus lightly hit Sirius in the arm and said, “Don’t be thick, Sirius, of course she’s not okay!” Turning to me, he continued, “Can we do anything? Do you need something to eat? Drink? Anything? We could go get the girls if you want.”

I shook my head.

The boys looked at each other, and Remus said, “That’s a pretty intense curse… it can really mess you up. I have some chocolate though, that helps. I’ll go get some.”

I shook my head again, but he had already left to go get some. When he came back, he forced me to eat it, even though I didn’t want to. However, I supposed that he was right, since it did restore me and my senses a little bit.

After a few minutes of silence, James spoke up. “So, have they ever done that before?”

I shook my head once more. “They’ve hexed me and such, but never anything like that.”

“It’s good we came when we did. The girls told us to go make sure everything was okay when they saw you leave on your own. It would’ve been better if we had come sooner, because it looked like they had been going at it for a while, but if we hadn’t come when we did… who knows what could’ve happened. You should probably stay away from them, though.”

I chuckled a little. “I try to.”

This time, Sirius made an offer. “Well, you can always hang around us if you want. That way they won’t catch you alone again.”

“I don’t want to intrude, I know you guys are a pretty close group of friends, and I don’t want to get in the way of that — I mean, I’m not exactly the type of person you’d want to hang out with.”

Remus shook his head. “Nonsense! You seem super cool, plus it might be nice to finally hang out with someone else with some brain cells.”

I laughed and gave them a strong maybe. They took that as a yes, and told me to meet them in the common room for breakfast. They started to head up to bed, but my body was still too drained to get up and go to my dormitory to go to sleep.

Remus noticed that I wasn’t getting up to go to bed, and asked whether I’d like for him to stay down in the common room with me. I told him he could go up if he wanted, but I was thankful that he seemed to understand the language of anxiety enough to know that that meant “yes, but I don’t want to make you or myself feel like I’m forcing you to,” and he sat down on the couch next to me. Listening to the fire, I slowly felt myself relaxing, letting the tension from this evening die down, and I slowly, slowly, fell asleep.

The next day, I did indeed meet the rest of the group in the common room for breakfast, and I realized that it was nice to have a group of people to talk to. Even though I spent the first few days mostly listening and not talking much, I started to open up a little bit. Thankfully, they never really mentioned the circumstances under which we met initially, but they did sandwich me whenever we walked past a particular group of Slytherins. I still liked having some alone time sometimes, but it was also nice to sometimes have people to hang out with. They made me laugh and they gave me comfort, and they were just another source of joy. I figured that even though our meeting was far less than ideal, things seemed to have worked out for the better, and I was glad it was them who had stopped the curse that night.

Thank you so much for the request!! One thing about me is that I am definitely a sucker for hurt/comfort so I tend to like writing those kinds of stories. I know that this wasn't exactly what you asked for but I tried to follow the prompt as best as I could, although I admit I got a bit carried away in the story as I was writing. Hopefully you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!

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[pearlynia]

Sirius "dogfather" Black

Remus "I love you more than chocolate" Lupin

James "it's a stag not a deer🤓" Potter

Regulus "I'm not gonna learn how to swim, you can't tell me what to do! *Drowns not even a year later* Black

Barty "I'm not insane 🙄" (famous last words) Crouch

Evan *DEAD silent* Rosier

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[madwcman]

hii !! can i request remus lupin x fem!reader with the grumpy x sunshine trope? except the reader is grumpy and remus is sunshine 🎀🎀

a/n: i love this trope!! thanks for requesting!

pairing: sunshine! remus x grumpy! reader

you’re standing in a corner a few inches away from people. you’re currently at a party that your boyfriend begged you to come to. your boyfriend was very social, not as social as his best friends but people knew him. remus was kind ; people like him. you were different. you’re not social as remus, you have a small group of friends and you like it that way. where your boyfriend always has a smile on his face you mostly have a frown, except when you’re with remus.

“you came!” you hear your said boyfriend, remus cheer as he wraps his arms around your frame. you feel a small smile sneak onto your face as you wrap your arms around remus, hiding your face into his chest.

“i said i would.” you yell, over the loud music playing, remus moves closer to your face kissing your cheek. “i know, but i know you hate these things.” remus states, moving back from your cheek, pushing your hair out of your face, with a cheeky smile of course.

“i wanted to see you.” you shrug, grabbing remus hand. he continues to smile. you can’t help but smile back at him. “we’ll stay for an hour, then we can leave.” he promises, as he tugs on your hand to indicate to start walking along with him.

“look who showed up!” you hear sirius, his loud voice teasing you as he taps onto james shoulder, to grab his attention. “shut up, sirius,” you grumbled, you’re not sure if he can hear you but his playful eye roll gives you the idea that he did. “leave her alone, sirius.” you hear remus besides you, as he moves to lightly and jokingly shove sirius aside. “you look lovely.” you hear james compliment kindly from where he stands between sirius and peter. “doesn’t she?” remus yells, spinning you around, as he looks at you with fondness. “rem, stop.” you try to muster a smile, but you're slightly embarrassed, and out of your element.

“oh, someone’s embarrassed?” remus stops spinning you and hugs you from behind, not letting go. “shut up, i hate you.” you crank your neck, to glare at remus. he just smiles and shakes his head. he knows you don’t hate him. you don’t think you ever could. “no you don’t.” he smiles with his teeth, it’s sharp and crooked. you really couldn’t hate remus even if you tried.

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[poeticallyspiteful]

hiii! could you please write a regulus black x potter! reader? maybe something like reg and reader secretly going out and getting discovered by James?

thank you!! have an amazing day 💗💗

his muse (pt. one)

regulus black x reader

fluff / angst

cw: unedited as always 😌, a sex joke but it’s a titanic reference lol, marauders being overprotective, kissing, cuddling, someone may threaten to pull out someone’s teeth and put them on a necklace (it seemed like a very regulus threat), artist!regulus because 🥰

summary: you’re the honorary little sister of the infamous marauders; what happens when they catch you with a certain someone?

notes: hey love, thank you so much for the request!! just so you know, i don’t like to write readers to be related to another character, because i want my readers be able to relate to the ‘reader character’ without altering their preferred fancast for another one based on things like race or ethnicity. that is totally on me for not putting that in my request post and i will do that asap, but i hope you enjoy this anyway <33

more notes: i did get just a tad bit carried away and decided to divide this request into two parts, just to make it less overwhelming for me and y’all as well. anyways, enjoy <333

“oh reggie, paint me like one of your french girls,” you giggled, draping yourself dramatically across regulus’ pristine sheets.

he looked up from his sketchbook, brow furrowed in a way that made you want to kiss him until you both passed out from lack of oxygen.

god, you loved him.

“what?” he asked.

“nothing.”

evan and barty had both left the slytherin dorms, off to some place or another, giving you the perfect opportunity for some alone time with your lovely boyfriend. you’ve made sure to do this at least once a week since you started dating in your fourth year. now that you’ve reached sixth year, the tradition had only grown more cherished; precious were the moments spent with someone you’d been otherwise forbidden to see.

“he’s dangerous, (y/n),” sirius insisted, only just finished with his dramatic act of fake vomiting. you had made the grave mistake of assuming your friend would have a normal reaction upon hearing who had asked you to the yule ball.

“a slytherin, (y/n), how could you?” james moaned, collapsing onto the auto-man like he was faint in the heart. “you have been my little sister all my life—”

“you met me when you were twelve and we are not related,” you corrected.

james feigned offense. “how dare you question our bond? blood does not matter! we are family and that is that, young lady.”

“leave her alone, the both of you,” remus laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his chest. “our little girl had to grow up someday.”

sirius looked appalled. “not with my bastard, slimy, death eater of a brother—”

“he’s not a death eater, we’re fourteen!” you exclaimed, pouting dramatically at the older boy. “just one dance, i promise padfoot, if it’s that weird to you, i’ll never see him again.”

you lied.

sunlight peaked in through the curtains, the golden rays hitting regulus in such a way that made him look angelic. so focused on his sketchbook, glancing up every few moments to gaze at you like you were something to be revered.

you sat up in his bed, fiddling with the hem of his sweater that lay around your mid thighs; though you loved to, you rarely got the opportunity to wear reggie’s clothes, given sirius would recognize them in an instant. so, you took advantage of these moments whenever they came your way.

you loved wrapping yourself in the soft, strong, warm smell of him: minty cologne, sea salt, and pine trees. the scent was practically woven in the fabric, making everything feel so much softer, so much more him.

you did have a couple shirts and sweaters you’d stolen over the years, but they remained in your dorm at all times.

well, mostly.

it was a moment of stupidity. a dreary saturday morning, a hogsmeade trip, and you had slept in. naturally, you had to rush out of your dorm to get to breakfast in time; but, you didn’t need to change, did you?

why not wear the sweater you had slept in and save yourself a little time?

so, after changing into more appropriate pants, you made your way down the breakfast and sat in your regular spot; in between remus and james, and smack dab across from sirius.

he noticed his brothers favorite sweater the second you sat down.

“what’s that?”

you’d barely sat down by the time sirius spoke and continued making your morning coffee as the group grew silent around you. finally looking up, you glanced between your friends in confusion.

“what’s what?”

you lifted your sleeve to rub your nose, breathing in quickly through your stuffed up sinuses; stupid fall allergies.

you froze as the familiar sent cooled your insides, eyes darting over to the slytherin table across the great hall.

oh.

that’s ‘what’s what’.

“who’s jumper is that, (y/n)?” james asked, arm draping over your shoulders to tug the sleeve on the other side. “doesn’t look like one of mine—”

“or mine,” sirius chimed.

“or mine,” peter chirped, though you hardly stole borrowed his sweaters anyways (too scratchy).

“it’s mine!”

you were surprised to hear remus’ leap to your defense, as you knew damn well the sweater wrapped around you wasn’t his— still, you weren’t about to question it.

“mhm,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee, hoping the boys didn’t notice your shaking hands. “i don’t know what all that third degree was about, but i stole this from moony a month ago.”

“what’re you thinking about, lovely?”

regulus was suddenly just inches away from you, sketchbook tossed to the side, instead opting to look at his muse more close up.

“nothing,” you mumbled, smiling as he dipped down to kiss your collarbone, working his way up to your lips with featherlight kisses that made you wish you could stay with him forever.

though at this point, everything he did made you wish you could stay with him forever.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispered, eyes scanning every curve and point of your face like a work of art; his work of art, his muse.

he’ll never get tired of that word.

you breathed in deeply, the smell of him practically making you glow like some sort of protection charm; you’d never felt safer than you did with regulus near. you felt untouchable with him, like nothing could ever hurt you.

“what are you doing here?”

lovely.

a grating voice to disrupt your already terrible day.

“hey,” severus called. “i’m talking to you.”

you spun around, glaring at the greasy haired boy across from you with as much contempt at you could muster. “piss off, severus!” you shouted; you’d never bit back like this before, but the shocked look on his face was worth it. “really, cornering a younger student in an empty hallway? pretty cowardly, don’t you think?”

before you could debate the consequences of your actions, severus’ hand was gripping your cloaks and you were shoved up against the wall.

“you filthy little—”

just as quick as snapes hands were on you, they’d been torn off, and you scrunched to the ground. regulus shoved him up to the wall opposite you.

“defending your little mudblood, huh?”

“shut your filthy mouth about her or i swear on merlins grave, i will rip every single one of your teeth out and put them on a necklace like a string of fucking pearls,” regulus bit, baring his teeth like an emphasis to the threat. “you got that?”

that night, you ended up in a very similar position to where you were in now; wrapped up in your lovely boyfriends sweater, curled in his arms, and having sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

“y’know, i mean it when i say you are beautiful,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple as he spoke, breath fanning over your face. it tickled, but you didn’t care; you just wanted to hear his voice. “breathtakingly gorgeous, inside and out.”

“really?” you teased, nuzzling your nose further into his chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

“really,” he laughed. “i could stay like this forever.”

you pouted, pulling yourself half on top of him. “but my daft friends just have to get in the way, don’t they?”

you hear a gasp from the doorway.

“did you just call us daft?”

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[shiftermia]

— sour wolf

remus lupin x reader

platonic!sirius black x reader

where sirius asked you to do his makeup and remus got jealous

a/n: fluffy, remus my love. If y’all have anything specific you want to read, I’ll take requests!

“And before you put on the eye shadow, you do the mascara first,” you explained to Sirius, who sat in front of you.

You weren’t that experienced with makeup but when Sirius commented how cool it would be to wear it, you couldn’t resist offering to teach him what little you knew.

“Why?” Sirius asked with furrowed brows, his eyes bright with interest.

You gestured for him to look up so you could do the mascara. “It’s different for everyone but I do it first cause if you mess up its easier to clean.”

Sirius smiled slightly looking up at his dorm ceiling, “I think I’m going to have to do that too.”

You shook your head a little, “it’s just till you get used to it,” you said softly putting the mascara away, now finished.

He licked his lips and avoided your eyes, “do you think I could borrow it sometimes?”

You smiled, nodding your head grabbing the eyelash curler, “yeah, these are for you, what are you talking about?”

Sirius widened his eyes in disbelief, “wait really?” You nodded your head and he barked a laugh. “But what about you? Aren’t these yours?”

You giggled grabbing his face and starting to curl his lashes, “I have more in my dorm, I’m just giving you these.”

“What would I do without a friend like you?” Sirius asked, laughs escaping his lips.

You grabbed your eyeshadow palette and faced him, “not have makeup, now what color?”

Sirius pursed his lips for a moment, looking at all the colors before pointing at a dark red one. “That one, I like that one.”

You sighed with a smile, “you really are a Gryffindor, close your eyes.”

Sirius smiled and tucked his long black hair behind his pierced ears. “That’s where I got placed, darling.”

You both laughed loudly at that, Sirius’s laugh sounding more like a bark.

“Don’t call me that, you flirt!”

Sirius shook his head and was about to say something else when the door opened rather roughly revealing your beloved boyfriend, Remus Lupin.

“Oh, don’t mind me, go back to flirting with each other.” He stormed to his bed and sat down on it, taking off his shoes.

You and Sirius gave each other a wide eyed look and faced Remus once again.

“Oi, whats got in your pants Moony boy?” Sirius exclaimed closing his eyes so you could finish his other eye.

Remus didn’t even turn around, “shut up, Sirius.”

“Don’t be such a sour wolf rem,” you sighed out, distracted on doing Sirius’ eye shadow.

Remus laid out on his bed and snatched his book. “M’ not a sour wolf.” He said grumpily.

“he’s just mad cause I’m hanging out with his darling, instead of him hanging with you, eh Remus?” Sirius called out looking in the mirror studying his makeup.

Remus glared at Sirius and you took that as a sign to get him out of the room before Sirius said anything else.

“Sirius, you want some lipstick?” You asked showing him the two that you brought. “Maroon or lipgloss?”

Sirius hummed and tilted his head, “I dunno, what’d ya think Moony?”

Remus glanced up annoyed, “get out, Sirius.”

Sirius simply nodded unbothered, “maroon it is, your so helpful Moony boy.”

You glanced at Remus to see him rolling his eyes and put the lipstick on his lips. “And now rub them… and your done!”

Sirius looked at himself in the mirror and smiled happily. “It’s perfect! You’re a doll!” He blew a kiss in your direction before running out the room, presumably going to the common room to show James his makeup.

You looked towards Remus to see him actively avoiding your gaze and sighed.

You left the makeup there for Sirius and walked to his bed. “Remus?”

The boy simply turned to the next page, ignoring as you climbed on the bed. “Reeemus?” You sang softly.

“What?” He asked, firmly keeping his eyes away from you. He would immediately cave if he did, how could he ever ignore someone with eyes like yours?

You leaned over him, “are you jealous?” You tilted your head, a strand your hair falling in your face.

“No,” he put down his book and played with your hair instead of looking in your eyes.

You lowered your head to meet his eyes, lips pulling to a grin that had him wanting to kiss you. “Remus?”

He sighed and stared up at you, “yes, dove?”

At the nickname you beamed and straddled his waist, leaning fully on his chest. “missed you today.”

Remus placed his big hands on the small of your back. “yea? Probably would’ve seen me sooner if you weren’t with Sirius.”

You scoffed and ran a hand over his neck, “you know Sirius would get with James before he got with me.”

Remus huffed a short laugh and ran a hand over your head. “You’re completely right, dovey.”

You sat up a little and caressed his face in between your hands. How was it that he was so breathtaking? Every time you looked at him, there was a pang in your chest, yelling at you to go to him.

You weren’t clingy with anyone, you couldn’t really hug any one without it being awkward on your end but with Remus it was different. You could spend all day in his long arms and never want to leave.

“Then why’d you get jealous?” You asked, lips hovering over his.

Remus stared at your lips. “What’d you mean? I didn’t get jealous.”

“Oh you didn’t?” You raised your eyebrows and moved your head slightly, Remus followed the movement and shook his head.

“It was an act.”

You hummed sarcastically, “oh it was?”

He licked his lips and put a hand on your chin, “it was just to get Sirius out of here, wanna have you all to m’self, dovey.”

You smiled and finally kissed him, lips together as if they were made for each other. Moving rather slow but passionate.

“I love you, grumpy.” You whispered in between kisses and he huffed a small laugh.

“m’ not grumpy.”

“Whatever you say, rem.”

#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #70s #the marauders #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin drabble #remus x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x you #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #platonic!sirius x reader

[immortalbutterflycos]

James: *just having a casual conversation with Regulus in the hall*

Lily: "POTTER!" James: *his head turns on a swivel and his eyes go wide as he processes how she's running at him, full fucking speed* "Oh, Merlin no not agai-" Lily: *She then proceeds to grab him, and straight up suplex him into the ground before flipping him off and casually walking away as if nothing happened at all*

**Bonus**

Regulus, standing over James with an amused smirk: "You alright down there?"

James, coughing, wheezing, and struggling to take a breath: "Oh yeah, love, just peachy."

#platonic jily #the marauders #james potter #lily evans #I just like imagining that she does this just for the sake of chaos #i love their dynamic #This could honestly work with Sirius too now that I think about it #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #james x regulus #sunseeker

[goldrushenthusiast]

Everyone gangsta until the amortentia lesson that character A is late to and walks in and asks “why does this smell like character B?”

#imagine the chaos #imagine if it also worked with platonic love though that would cause sm problems #Harry potter #amortentia #love potion #Scorbus #wolfstar #jegulus #otp #hogwarts #marauders #marauders era #golden trio era

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Me & The Devil P.1 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

Set during Order of the Phoenix to DHP2

Harry Potter Masterlist | Part 2 Here

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested 📨 yes/no

Premise: Everyone has light and dark inside them. That’s what Sirius told Harry that night in Grimmauld Place. It was how one chooses to act that sets the stone of who they are as a person. It’s something Harry has to remind himself when he encounters Sirius’s cousin, the youngest of the Black sisters, Y/n. After 14 years in a cold, dark cell, Y/n’s accepted she no longer believes in angels. And the Devil himself wouldn’t want to cross her

Note: this is part 1 to a 2 part imagine where I had the idea that Sirius had another cousin, Bellatrix & Narcissa's youngest sister who has quite the age gap between them and was forced to become a death eater but has no loyalty to either side since both failed her. Part 2 should be out later this week so i hope you enjoy this!

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The floors of 12, Grimmauld Place creaked beneath Harry’s shoes as he entered the room at the end of the staircase he had been following Hermoine and Ron down. What drew his attention in the first place was the wallpaper. A green based mural branching out in the form of a tree. As Harry got closer he made out the portraits embedded into the wall, as were their names, birthdates and date of death if they’d passed. Some areas were black, covering up the picture seated above the name. 

Harry flinched back upon notice of the house elf, Krecher, nestled inside the room. He mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, then said, “Harry Potter. The boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Friend of mudbloods and blood traitors alike.” Unsure of what to say, Harry just stood looking down at the elf in silence. “My poor mistress--.” A loud voice cut him off.

“Kreacher!” It belonged to Sirius. “That’s enough of your bile.” Waving a finger, he dismissed the elf. “Away with ya!”

Clasping his hands, Krecher lowered his head, “Of course, Master. Kreacher is pleased to serve the Noble House of Black.” He stalked off and away from the two. Passing Sirius on his way out. 

Entering the room, Sirius gave an apologetic look, “Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant--even when I was a boy.” There was a slight pause, “not to me.”

Surprise took over Harry’s face, “Wh-wha-you grew up here?”

“This is my parents' house,” his Godfather explained, “I offered it up to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order.” A hand trailed the edge of the doorway, “About the only useful thing I’ve been able to do.” Dark eyes landed on the mural, seeing it was the object of Harry’s attention, “This is the Black family tree.”

Sirius couldn’t help but land his gaze on the branches depicting his cousins. Andromeda’s was burnt out, much like his. The only cousin he was still fond of. 

Well…..she wouldn’t have been the only one. 

For Narcissa, under her name was Lucius Malfoy, with a branch leading to their only son, Draco. Sirius’s eyes narrowed on the one beside Andromeda’s.

“My deranged cousin,” Harry picked up on the distaste in his tone. Following Sirius’ gaze where it landed on the portrait of a young woman with wild curly hair and high cheekbones. Bellatrix. Beneath her name was Rodolphus Lestrange. “I hated the lot of them.” 

Looking past the next portrait, though Harry caught his posture stiffen when his eyes glazed over it, Sirius maintained his composure. Focusing back on his hateful family, “My parents with their blood mania.” Raising his hand, his fingers brushed over the blackened spot where his face once laid. Sadness laced his voice, “My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman,” his arm dropped back to his side. “I was sixteen.”

Part of him wanted to question his Godfather’s reaction to the portrait, but knew it wasn’t the right moment. He was curious. Especially since the name was unlike the other members of the House of Black. Like Narcissa, she wasn’t named after a celestial body or constellation. 

Frowning, feeling the hurt radiate off Sirius, Harry instead asked, “Where did you go?”

“To your dad’s. I was always welcomed at the Potters,” A small smile curled on Sirius’ lips as he glanced over Harry. Kind eyes the boy had grown accustomed to. “I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike.”

The next few minutes involved Harry confessing to Sirius his connection to Voldemort. Voicing concern of the possibility he was turning into him. Sirius assured Harry he was a good person, who’s had bad things happen to him. Followed by educating the boy on how everyone had their own angels and demons. Light and dark. Good and bad. How the only thing that matters is what part people chose to act on.

The entire time Sirius explained this to Harry, he thought of the portrait behind him. Almost like her painted eyes were boring into the back of his head. Reminding him of how he failed her. Much like everyone else in their family. 

Once good. Turning bad due to the odds against her. 

Maybe there was still some good deep down. Sirius prayed so. But the chances of him ever discovering were about as slim as convincing the Minister Voldermort was back. 

“Sounds like you know from experience,” Harry said aloud, eyes trailing to the portrait behind Sirius. The one he noticed him trying to avoid. Yet managing to show how deeply this relative affected him.

Sighing, the man turned on his heel, staring at the portrait. No longer able to visibly hide his emotion as he read the name Y/n -- 1967.

“My cousin, Y/n,” his tone lacked malice compared to when he spoke of Bellatrix. “The youngest of the Black sisters. My aunt and uncle were shocked to learn they were expecting a fourth child--nearly twelve years after they had Narcissa.” Fingers brushed over her name, smiling softly as memories surfaced in his mind like a film. “Drove her parents wild with her energy. I was eight when she was born, and as I got older she’d follow me around the house. A little shadow if I must say.” Harry heard him chuckle to himself, “one summer I brought her to meet your father and Remus--didn’t tell her mother mind you. I nearly met my end at the hands of Druella’s wand when we returned that night.” It was as clear as if it were yesterday. 

Young 14 year old Sirius with Y/n, aged six at the time, on his hip as they made their way to Diagon Alley to buy sweets she was not allowed to have. She instantly fell in love with James and Remus, as did the boys adore her. She was so different from her older sisters--who had graduated Hogwarts ages ago and were off with their own lives. Meaning the child was alone majority of the time with only the house elves tending to her. Her father worked and her mother did the bare minimum. That’s why Sirius would visit her often. To make sure she was okay. Y/n clinged to Sirius like a puppy. Much like that day where she begged to go with him to meet his friends. She wanted to explore the outside world her parents isolated her from. 

Y/n didn’t display the blood mania her family was known for. And when her parents would preach it, the girl kept her attention on her dolls and drawing pictures with her crayons Sirius had smuggled her. The older cousin prayed she’d never turn out like them. Only he knew with the tensions of a certain Dark Wizard making rounds in London, Sirius feared for Y/n’s safety. And sanity. Especially after overhearing Bellatrix’s plans to begin teaching Y/n the dark arts before she entered Hogwarts.

If only Sirius took her away. Brought her to the safety of the Potters like she wanted. “You can’t leave, Sirius,” she cried, the now eight-year old grasping his pant leg to prevent him from leaving the house. Tears painted her chubby face. It broke his heart to see. “Please don’t leave me here--I-I’m scared of them. P-please, cousin. Take me with you!”

Oh how he wanted to. If he did then he’d save Y/n from her fate. From Bellatrix. From Voldemort. But a kidnapping charge he’d surely receive by taking Y/n Black away from her parents would have Sirius spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.

A reality he’d face years later for a different reason. 

“What happened to her?” Harry’s voice brought him out his thoughts. The man shrugged his shoulders to shake off the tension in his muscles. A frown painted his features.

“She’s serving a life sentence in Azkaban.” It hurt him more to say it out loud. The reality had sunk in. As though it had been a dream the past 14 years. Sirius remembered how his heart dropped when the news spread of Y/n’s imprisonment. Bellatrix’s was no shock. He’d been hoping his deranged cousin would be locked away. 

But his sweet baby cousin who cried when she saw her father yelling at the house elves. That he could’ve never imagined. Even when the headline on the Daily Prophet told him the truth in big, bold letters, ‘Life sentence for 15-year-old Death Eater, Y/n Black. Cousin of notorious mass murderer, Sirius Black and younger sister of Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange.’  Sirius didn’t believe for a second Y/n acted on her own accord.

“She was never like the rest of them,” He told Harry after a moment of silence. Noticing the boy’s worried look, Sirius softly shook his head. “My cousin is a rare case, Harry. A prime example of becoming everything she hated as a result of the circumstances around her. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel regret by not being there for her. Had I been so…,” he pictured what could’ve been, “She’d likely be here with us. The Order.”

Harry pictured it too. Sirius’s tone gives him indication that Sirius still cared for Y/n. Wishing fate had turned out different for her. For both of them. 

Hermoine appeared moments later to announce they had to leave. Sirius ended the conversation with a promise to Harry that when all was over, they’d be a family again. Living in Grimmauld Place in peace. With a hug goodbye, Harry exited the room, but not before catching his Godfather gave one last glance to Y/n’s portrait. 

Crouched in her cell, hands over her ears like they were most days, Y/n shook from the cold wind. Willing the voices in her head to disappear. A constant battle she faced everyday since the chains were first put on her. Some of them were the distant echo of Azkaban's prisoners below. Others she was sure she kept imagining. 

The first two years Y/n cried every day. By the fifth year she stopped reacting to everything around her. Once the tenth year of her sentence passed, only a shell of her remained. Staring at the wall with her hands covering her ears. The same routine. Everyday.

But today was going to be different. The voices were louder than usual. Causing difficulty to keep them at bay.

Suddenly Y/n winced with a light shriek, a burning sensation erupting along her forearm. Gaze dropping down, the ink of where her dark mark laid bolded. The feeling intensified. Y/n didn’t know how to react. Only experiencing numbness at what it meant.

A loud explosion caught her attention on the left side of her cell. Followed by the maniacal laughter of her sister. Rising from her position, Y/n’s bare feet brushed against rocks and freezing water. Rats scurried past as she walked toward where the window of her cell had been. The wind grew stronger with each step, nearly sweeping her off balance. 

When she breached the area responsible for the explosion, Y/n had a clear image of the sky above her. The ocean’s treacherous waves beneath her. And dementors flying rapidly in the distance. There was no stopping the smirk from painting her chapped lips. Her eyes that were normally empty pits of nothing, suddenly emerged with an emotion unable to contain. 

She was free. 

It was the only thing on his mind when he read the paper that morning. Plaguing his thoughts with a newfound fear. Everywhere he went that day Neville saw the headline, “Mass Breakout From Azkaban.” Following the names of the high security prisoners freed from its confines. On the front page below the headline, moving images of two women were enough to have some of the students shivering. Bellatrix, with her wild curly hair, appeared crazed. While the woman in the image beside her was in a state of despair. Neville shuddered when his eyes locked on hers. Y/n Black. 

She couldn’t have appeared older than he was now. Fifteen. 

Curiosity getting the best of him, Neville turned the page to read up more on the sisters. When he got to Y/n, Neville was shocked to learn the girl had been the youngest prisoner in Azkaban in its entire history. Aged fifteen, in her fifth year of Hogwarts. Juveniles were never sent to the hellish institution. Yet, due to the nature of her crimes and association to Voldermort, the Ministry bent laws to lock her up. 

Reading the summary dedicated to her upbringing, Y/n had been sorted into Slytherin House at Hogwarts, skilled in Charms, and is alleged to be an Occulmens. It’s said she failed to return to Hogwarts during what would have been her fifth year. Not long after it was reported Y/n Black had been part of the group to torture esteemed Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom to gain information on Voldermort. Alongside her sister, Bellatrix, her brother-in-law, his brother and Barty Crouch Jr. During her arrest and trial, Y/n insisted she’d been forced to use the curse for fear the others would kill her. 

Which was true. Bellatrix made it clear to the young Black what the consequences for stepping out of line would be.

But it wasn’t enough in the Ministry’s eyes. Not when the other Death Eaters, Bellatrix included, testified Y/n had complied with no resistance. And so the first juvenile, the youngest Death Eater, was locked away in Azkaban. The sentence: eternity. 

Now she was free.

Later that day, during DA practice, Neville found himself in front of the mirror showing pictures and news articles relating to their cause. The others saying goodbye and making their way out of the Room of Requirement. Neville, however, remained. His stare on the image of the original Order of the Phoenix. His parents.

Harry came up beside him, neither addressing the other at first. Then, after a moment of silence and confidence, Neville confided in his friend.

“Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange and her sister, Y/n Black, used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. They tortured them for information, but they never gave in.” Looking down at Harry, Neville added after a pause, “I’m quite proud to be their son, but…I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know just yet.”

Harry nodded, understanding what his friend was asking of him. Swearing to secrecy. “We’re gonna make them proud, Neville. That’s a promise.” 

The Hall of Prophecies was dark. Eerie. The only light emitting from the group's wands and orbs lightly glowing in their stands. The group had rushed to the Ministry upon Harry’s vision Sirius had been taken hostage by Voldemort, tortured into telling him where the prophecy was. They were in for a shock when they arrived.

Sirius wasn’t there. Neither was Voldemort. 

It was Neville who alerted the boy of the glass orb dedicated to him. Grasping it in his hand, the voice of Sybil Trelawney echoed through the silence, “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…..and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other  survives….”

“Harry!” he turned to his friends, finding them frozen as they stared at the figure approaching. Harry pushed past, standing in front of the group. The figure was masked by a silver face, cloaked from head to toe. 

A Death Eater.

“Where’s Sirius?” Harry questioned him,his wand raised. 

“You know you really should know how to tell the difference between dreams…..” the man removed his wand from a familiar cane, waving it in front of his face to remove the mask. Revealing none other than Lucius Malfoy. “And reality.” Everyone tensed, anxiety starting to consume them. “You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy.” Harry stood his ground.

“You do anything to us I’ll break it.”

Suddenly a maniacal laugh entered the scene. Intensifying their unease. The shadow of someone behind Lucius coming toward the dim lights. “He knows how to play. Itty. Bitty. Baby. Potter.” The group’s eyes landed on the face of one of the women plastered on every front page of the Daily Prophet. Neville was the first to address her.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.”

“Neville Longbottom, is it?” she mocked with a wicked smile, “How’s mom and dad?” Lucius rolled his eyes at her antics. Neville, however, was enraged. 

“Better now that they’re about to be avenged.” In a split second he lifted his want, hoping to cast a spell on the one responsible for his parents torture. Harry was quick to stop him, just as Bellatrix raised her own wand to defend herself. 

“Now let’s…” Lucius slowly held his hands up. “Everybody just calm down. Shall we?” The group lowered their wands slightly, but not completely. “All we want is that prophecy.” 

“Why did Voldermort need me to come get this?”

“You dare speak his name?” Bellatrix’s eyes widened, appalled by the boy’s courage. “You filthy Half-blood!!”

Again, Lucius attempted to de-escalate the scene, “It’s all right, he’s just a curious lad. Aren’t you?”

Before anyone spoke another word, footsteps from the side filled their ears. “You know what they say about curiosity?” her voice was raspy and void of any emotion. Almost robotic. Harry slowly turned his head, mentally preparing himself to face his Godfather’s youngest cousin. Beside him, Neville paled. Unable to comprehend being in the same room as the Black sisters. It was suffocating.

Y/n Black’s expression matched her tone. Numb. An empty shell was the best description. Not even reacting when Harry pointed his wand in her direction. She simply stalked toward them, finishing her riddle, “It killed the cat. But….something tells me you might be the lucky bastard to live to see it, Harry Potter.” 

“Nice of you to finally join us, Y/n,” Lucius narrowed his eyes, watching her move so she was now in between the duo and group. Harry’s wand merely a few centimeters from her chest. The glowing light illuminating her face. 

Comparing her to the portrait on the Black Family Tree, Harry noticed all the striking differences. Of course, nearly 15 years had passed since Y/n was locked away in Azkaban. Her baby fat completely gone, likely due from the malnourishment prison had to offer. However, unlike her sister Bellatrix and Sirius before them, Y/n did not come across as a walking corpse. Much time hadn’t passed since her escape, yet she looked healthy. Teeth white and hair silky. Nails long and painted black. Skin blemish free save for a tiny scar on her lip. She was strikingly beautiful. 

Harry then remembered reading in the paper that Y/n was skilled in charms. Rumored to have created her own during her time at Hogwarts. She probably had one to alter her appearance. And considering Bellatrix looked rather unsettling, either Y/n did not offer her talent or Bellatrix refused. Judging by Y/n’s reaction to her associates, it was the former. 

She ignored Lucius, answering Harry’s question instead, “Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really.” Her brow raised slightly, “Surely Sirius told you. He’d be foolish not when he knows the Dark Lord desires it.”

Backing away from Harry, Y/n turned on her heel, nudging Lucius with her shoulder causing him to groan. Focusing back on the task at hand, the blonde narrowed his eyes on Harry. “Haven’t you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?” He moved closer, hands still raised. It was then the group noticed more Death Eaters surrounding them. “Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant?”

Bellatrix trailed behind Lucius. Their associates closing in on the students. Meanwhile Y/n stayed behind, not bothering to engage. Harry caught her gaze a few times, noting how disinterested she was by the entire ordeal.

“Don’t you want to know the secret of your scar?” Lucius captured his attention once more. “All the answers are there. In your hand.” Lucius encouraged Harry with a look, “All you have to do is give it to me, and I can show you everything.” 

“I’ve waited fourteen years,” Harry said, aware of the approaching footsteps of the Death Eaters getting louder. Waiting for the perfect moment.

“I know.” 

“I guess I can wait a little longer--Now!!” Simultaneously, the group all shouted, “Stupefy!!” 

After a brief fight against the Death Eaters to escape the Hall of Prophecies, the group found themselves falling to what they thought was their death. At the last second, Hermoine casted Arresto Momentum to slow time for them to safely land, grunting as their bodies met the rock. Scanning their surroundings, Harry spotted an archway with an iridescent glow to it. As he moved closer, voices were heard.  “Voices, can you tell what they're saying?”

Confused, Hermoine replied with what they were all thinking, “There aren’t any voices, Harry. Let’s get out of here.”

“I hear them too,” Luna spoke, staring at the arch in wonder. It was difficult to hear clearly what the voices were saying. But they grew louder with each step.

“Harry,” Hermoine pleaded, “it’s just an empty archway.” In the distance, the group heard the Death Eaters approaching. “Please, Harry.” Harry spun around with his wand raised.

“Get behind me!” They followed his order, ready to confront the oncoming threat. They unfortunately, however, were blindsided when the Death Eaters in their black smokey form attacked from behind. Grunts and gasps left the teens, Harry dropping to the ground, clutching the prophecy in his hand. About 15 seconds passed before he opened his eyes to discover he was alone. 

Dread consumed him, the boy standing to find his friends. He found them several feet away and spaced out. In the hands of Death Eaters. Ginny and Luna to his right, the Weasley girl gripped at the collar by Y/n Black. Neville struggles against Bellatrix Lestrange, Ron and Hermoine manhandled by the Lestrange brothers. A dry chuckle captured Harry’s attention, watching Lucius Malfoy stroll up to where he stood.

“Did you actually believe, or were you truly naive enough to think….children stood a chance against us?” Lucius made eye contact with the wicked smile of Bellatrix, whereas he met Y/n’s vicious glare. Her hold on Ginny wasn’t as tight as the others, almost like she didn’t view the girl as a threat. 

“I’ll make this simple for you, Potter,” Lucius held out his hand. “Give me the prophecy now….or watch your friends die.” Harry looked at his friends, their frightened gazes making his heart fall to his stomach.

“Don’t give it to him, Harry!” Neville shouts, only to be hushed by Bellatrix, who snaps her wand from his head to his neck forcefully. 

The Boy who Lived draws his eyes to the glowing prophecy. As if to be contemplating his choices, but deep down knew what he had to do. His friends were more important. He couldn’t risk their lives over a tiny orb. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed the object in Lucius’s awaiting one. A satisfied smirk appears on the blonde’s lips. He had succeeded in his mission. 

Or so he thought.

Bright light filled the area, Harry’s eyes widening as he took in the sight of Sirius behind Lucius. Malfoy’s expression turned to one of pure shock, meeting Sirius’s angry one. 

“Get away from my Godson.” And before Lucius could react, he was falling to the ground from the force of Sirius’s right hook. More bright lights entered, members of the Order arriving. Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye. 

In the chaos, the prophecy was thrown from Lucius’ hand, shattering as it hit the ground in a cloud of blue-green smoke. The man was in disbelief, and fear at what consequences awaited him. 

Beyond him, Y/n released her hold on Ginny Weasley, slightly pushing her away causing the girl to stumble off the rocks. At that moment she met Sirius’ eyes for the first time in nearly 20 years. Their last encounter when he ran from home at 16, and Y/n only 8.

She watched the horror appear on his face. Lingering with regret. She could see him fighting with himself on how to react, she too was fighting that battle. Tears threatened to spill from both their eyes, Y/n’s bottom lip quivering. Overwhelmed by the reunion. 

Where they were on opposite sides. 

His expression read, ‘I won’t fight you, cousin,” which was enough for the woman to turn on her heel and drop to the ground. Ignoring Sirius shouting her name, Y/n leaned against the rock, waiting for an opportunity to run. Above her Sirius and Harry were dueling Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange. Bellatrix was being trailed in the air by their niece, Nymphadora Tonks, her diabolical laugh echoing against the walls. 

A curse flew past her, hitting the rock causing Y/n to spin around where she met Lupin’s startled eyes. “Y/n….” the tone of his voice indicated he was surprised to see her. Likely assuming she’d been someone else. The werewolf always had a soft spot for the young Black. Thinking about the times she tagged along with them in Diagon Alley. Or when Sirius brought her to the Potter house and the two played with her in their animagi form to keep her entertained. 

Now here she was with the enemy. A completely different person plagued with darkness. Lupin sighed, laced with despair, “Oh, love…what’ve they done to you?” Somehow that question was enough to send Y/n into a whirlpool of rage. How dare he say those words to her. When the Order had every opportunity to remove her from the Black household. When they could’ve placed her in hiding like James and Lily. Anything, to prevent the Death Eaters from claiming her.

“What you all failed to save me from.” 

Before they knew it the two were dueling. Flashes of light leaving their wands, dodging those sent by the other. Despite Y/n spending half her life in prison with little combat experience under her belt, she was keeping up with Remus quite well. He noted the woman had yet to send a killing curse his way. Come to think of it, it appeared she was avoiding it all together. Unlike her associates who were not shy to use it. 

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Y/n,” Remus attempted to convince her to yield. Ducking when she shot a curse at his head. 

Scoffing, the woman spat, “Foolish for you to think such, Remus.” Her next attempt to get him away with a curse was more forceful, “I know how this dance between us ends, and I’d rather be sent to hell itself than be chained in Azkaban once more. So either man up and kill me, or turn away so I can get the hell out of here.” 

Remus became conflicted, “You know I can’t do that.” He referred to both options. Not having the strength or heart to kill his best friend's niece whom he once adored. But also not allowing her to escape. 

“Shame then,” she hissed, “I’ll try not to make this hurt.” After much struggle, where Remus had the upper hand in the dool, Y/n managed to send him flying back several feet, taking her chance to run to the nearest doorway. 

“Avada Kedavra!!” Bellatrix’s voice made her feeze, turning around in time to see the green light hit their cousin straight in the chest. 

It was as if time had stopped. All fighting ceased. Y/n heard a loud gasp--a scream, realizing moments later she was the one responsible for it. Hand raising to cover her mouth. Frozen as she watched Sirius fall back into the archway. Disappearing forever.

The silence was then interrupted by Harry’s wails. Held by Remus, he fought against him as though he wanted to join his Godfather. Y/n remained still. Processing what just happened. 

Sirius was dead. Her sister killed him. 

Y/n had to get out of there. No doubt the Aurors were alerted. They’d be arriving any second. 

Witnessing Harry take off after Bellatrix, Y/n met Remus’ eyes. The man silently pleading to her, completely distraught over the death of his best friend. With James and Sirius dead and Peter’s betrayal to Voldemort, he was alone. 

Y/n shook her head, unable to face him any longer. Instead of running into the main lobby of the Department of Ministries, the Death Eater looked up and allowed the black smoke to consume her, flying away from the Order. Her associates followed suit. 

When the Minister and Aurors entered the lobby to the horrifying scene, they understood the future became plagued with an unavoidable truth. 

The night officially marked the beginning of the Second Wizarding War. 

Rain pelted against the ground, falling from the gray clouds painting the sky. Strolling down alleyways of London, three sisters in black were on a mission to locate a certain home. Hiding behind corners whenever cars and people passed by. The one leading the trio was the reason for this side quest. Meanwhile the one falling back voiced opposition. For the youngest in the middle, she was rather bored. Not caring what would come out of this meeting. 

If Y/n were honest, she just hated getting her outfit soaked. 

“Cissy, you can’t do this,” Bellatrix hissed, trailing after her sisters. “He can’t be trusted.”

“The Dark Lord trusts him,” Naricssa rebutted, not sparing her a glance. Y/n simply rolled her eyes.

“The Dark Lord’s mistaken.”

“Shhh,” Y/n interrupted. While she may agree with Bellatrix to some degree, she knew better than to question his judgment aloud. Anyone could be lurking. 

Children’s laughter filled their ears, the sisters leaning against the brick walls until they passed. Once clear, they turned the corner and knocked on the door. Waiting for him to answer. 

Instead of Snape, the trio were greeted by Wormtail--who was visibly surprised to see them on the steps of Snape’s home. Y/n gave one death glare to the man and he immediately opened the door fully to let them inside. Water droplets fell from their coats, Y/n waved her wand to dry herself, feeling satisfied with a low ‘hmm’.

Wormtail escorted them to the library, where Snape sat in a chair reading the Daily Prophet. Folding the paper, the sisters were greeted by his blank stare. “Run along, Wormtail.” With a flick of his wrist Wormtail was pushed out, door slamming in his face. Y/n smirked, overlooking Snape with a raised brow. 

He matched her gaze, the two in silent conversation. Like they each had their secrets the other knew of…

In that moment Y/n thought back to the moment she and Snape reunited after her escape from Azkaban. Neither were fools to the other's facade. Both able to mask it with their talents in both Legilimency and Occlumency. 

“I know your true intentions, Severus. You are not part of his cause anymore and haven’t been for fifteen years. Do not stand there and lie to me, I don’t take kindly to liars.”

“Make no mistake then, Y/n, you also have motives not aligned with the Dark Lord. You do not care who wins this battle, only that your freedom is the outcome. He’d not take kindly to your…..deception.”

“Then I guess this means you and I….have a lot to lose if we are not careful. I’ll say no word. I expect you to do the same.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

Wine was poured, Y/n and Narcissa seated in chairs while Snape and Bellatrix remained standing. The eldest sister pacing along the fireplace. Narcissa was the first to speak, “I-I-I know I am not to be here,” Pausing she shot Y/n a hesitant look, which was ignored. “The Dark Lord, himself, forbade me to speak of this--.”

“If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you are not to speak--but it down, Bella, we mustn’t touch what isn’t ours,” Annoyed, the woman placed the object back on the mantel. Giving Snape a look of, ‘there, happy?’ He turned back to Narcissa, “As it so happens, I’m aware of your situation, Narcissa.”

“You?” Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, “The Dark Lord told you.”

Snape briefly glanced at Y/n, “Your sister doubts me.” The woman smirked.

“She doubts everyone,” she felt Bellatrix’s glare, paying no mind. “It’s not personal.” 

“Understandable. Over the years I’ve played my part well--so well I’ve deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time.” Y/n sipped her wine to hide the smirk on her face. 

For she knew exactly who he was referring to. 

Unlike Bellatrix who simply snorted. Snape dismissed her remark, “Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.”

Y/n examined her wine, acting like it was the most curious thing in the room. Rather bored by the conversation and Snape’s persistence of convincing her sisters of his motives. Bellatrix obviously had her suspicions. Narcissa, however, took the bait.

“I don’t doubt you, Severus.”

“You should be honored, Cissy,” Bellatrix told her. “As should Draco.” Of course her deranged self would see it that way. 16 year-old Draco tasked with the difficult mission to assassinate Dumbledore at Hogwarts. Punishment for Lucius for failing Voldemort too many times. The most recent being the damn prophecy he was to fetch. 

Y/n couldn’t help but feel smug at the Malfoys predicament. Lucius deserved all he got. And while Narcissa may have been her sister, Y/n harbored enough anger and resentment to not feel sympathy for her. Draco was the only one innocent in the matter. 

Narcissa’s face fell at Bellatrix’s words, pleading to Snape with her eyes, “He’s just a boy.”

“I cannot change the Dark Lord’s mind,” that was true. Nothing could alter Voldermort’s decision once it was made. Snape did have an idea, “But it might be possible for me to help Draco.” 

That was enough for Narcissa. The woman rising from her seat, “Severus--.” She was cut off by Bellatrix.

“Swear to it. Make the unbreakable vow.” She moved toward them, circling Severus as her tone turned to mockery, “It’s just empty words.” Now Narcissa’s face read she wanted the same. Bellatrix continued, “He’ll give it his best, but when it matters most,” her chin rested on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “He’ll just slither back into his hole. Coward,” she ended as she passed him. 

Y/n stared at her associate, watching his reaction carefully. It was obvious the insult poked deep in his core. Though Snape did not let it show. 

“Take out your wand.”

The sisters were pleased. Visibly showing this as they looked at each other. Y/n stood from her chair, moving closer as Narcissa and Snape held each other's wrists. Bellatrix withdrew her wand, allowing the glowing strands to encompass their hands.

“Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Draco Malfoy as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord’s wishes?”

“I will.”

Water glossed over Narcissa’s eyes, Bellatrix continued, “And will you, to the best of your abilities,” her chin rested this time on Narcissa’s shoulder, the two staring him down like a hawk. Y/n sipped her glass, leaning her head against Narcissa’s other shoulder, smirking slightly at the scene. “Protect him from harm?”

“I will.”

Bellatrix walked so she was directly in front of Snape, “And, if Draco should fail…will you yourself, carry out the deed the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?” The pause was longer, Narcissa practically shaking making Y/n move away. 

Finally, Snape made the last vow, “I will.” 

The glowing strands disappeared, leaving scars on the two. A permanent reminder of the promise made. To protect Draco from harm and finish the job if it came to it. 

Otherwise, the Devil would visit Snape earlier than planned.

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[book-place]

To Avoid is to Hurt

Warnings: slight violence and injury, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Remus Lupin x sister reader, James Potter x reader platonic

Request: Heya! Could i make a request where the reader is remus' little sister and one day she decides to follow him, james, sirius and peter on the full moon night to try to help, but ends up being hurt by him? It turns out that after that remus obviously feels guilty and thinks the way to deal with it is to ignore her, but after the reader asks james for help to get his brother back and james talks to him, remus realizes the mistakes he's been making with your little sister?

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: James helps the Lupin siblings through a rough patch

A/N: Wow it’s been a while- I don’t feel like proof reading so I’m not gonna

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You were tired of sitting by and doing nothing

Month after month, you watched from afar as your brother struggled with his condition, the only people he let help him with it being his three best friends

But why should they help and you shouldn’t?

You were his little sister after all, it was your job to look after him more than it was theirs

James had warned you time and time again not to get involved, that it wasn’t what Remus wanted

In fact, your brother apparently begged him, Sirius, and Peter back during their second year- and your first- to make sure that you stayed as far away from him as possible when full moons rolled around

As if you hadn’t been dealing with them with him all of your life

This time would not be like the other times

The other times where you lost sleep and were sick with worry

This time, as you watched from behind a tree as Sirius, James, and Peter snuck into the Whomping Willow, you trailed after them, keeping enough distance where they wouldn’t notice, but not too much where you would fall behind

You always knew that they went to the Shrieking Shack during this time- James had told you to try and soothe your worries over your brother- but you had never actually been inside

In all honesty, there was fear resting in your stomach as you looking around the old, rundown place

As stealthily as you could, you crept up the stairs, following the sounds of muffled groans of pain

Those sounds had been enough to shatter your heart into hundreds of tiny pieces

When you reached the top of the stairs, you peaked through the cracked open door, the only thing you were able to see was the back of a werewolf you knew all too well to be Remus

In your defense, you had barely even made a sound, but your brothers heightened senses made it so that he somehow knew you were there

The werewolf had whipped around so fast you barely had time to let out more than a yelp, glancing to the side just in time to see a stag, dog, and rat freeze in place

The stag lunged forwards at the same time Remus did, but James was too slow

Remus had reached out and thrown you across the room before you could so much as blink

You were out as your head hit the wall

It took two days for you to wake up, and when you did, you were lying in a bed in the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey fussing over you

Your eyes were taking their time adjusting, but when you felt someone squeeze your hand gently, you turned your head to the side, hopes high to see your brother sitting there

Instead, your heart sank the tiniest bit when you saw James, giving you a small smile that looked a bit like a grimace

“How are you feeling?” His voice was soft

“Where’s Remus?” Was your immediate response

If you knew your brother like you thought you did, then you knew damn well that he would already be destroying himself over this

Something that wasn’t even his fault

This time, James flinched a little, pulling his hand back to run it through his already messy hair

“He figured it would be better if he wasn’t here when you woke up.” The boy admitted

You couldn’t help it, the tears that sting your eyes, not just at the throbbing pain in your head

After that, only a day passed before you were cleared to leave and go back to your dorm

Instead of Remus being there to help you back, though, Sirius, Peter, and James had been there

Three more days passed without any sign of your brother

And it stung

Anytime you entered the common room, you would be informed that he just left

Whenever you were hoping to catch him in the great hall, he was apparently staying after with a professor

It was almost as if you didn’t even have a brother

He was avoiding you, that much was obvious, but what was even more obvious, was how much it was hurting you

It was getting to the point where you were struggling with sleeping, and therefore having a hard time paying attention in classes

And even though all of your friends noticed your sudden change, James was the one to take it most to heart

He hated seeing you like this, but moreso, he knew how much it was killing Remus too

His friend had confided in him while you had still been unconscious, telling him that he hated himself for what he did to you, and how he wanted to make sure he never hurt you again

At first, James hadn’t known what to do, but now, he knew it was time for Remus to get over this, move past it, so that the Lupin siblings could once again reunite

It had only taken thirty minutes for James to set his plan into action, another fifteen before it actually took place

He waited outside of Slughorn's classroom, where Remus was doing some extra credit work, and the moment the boy stepped out the door, James had grabbed onto his collar and began dragging the much taller boy down the closest hall until they came to a secluded area

“Prongs, what the bloody hell-”

“You need to get over yourself.” James spat the words out so fast, “You are absolutely killing that poor girl by avoiding her, and you’re doing the same to yourself in the process.”

Remus felt his heart skip a beat, “How’s she doing-”

“Terrible.” Came the brutally honest answer, “All thanks to you avoiding her like a prick. She’s not mad at you about what happened, you idiot. She’s mad at you for avoiding her afterwards.”

Those words were like a slap across Remus’s face, but it was what he needed to be snapped back to reality

That was all it took for him to rush to the common room, where James had said you would be

Seconds of silence passed between the two of you, just standing there, staring at one another before he finally spoke

“I’m so, so sorry, n/n.” He whispered

Sorry for what had happened, and about not being there afterwards

That was all it took for you to spring across the room and leap into your older brothers arms, both of you holding each other tightly

The Lupin siblings were going to be okay now, all thanks to James Potter

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marauders era x reader #marauders era #marauders x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x sister reader #remus lupin x reader platonic #james potter x reader #james potter x reader platonic #james potter

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Express Reunion

pairing: Sirius Black x reader

summary: You and Sirius haven’t seen each other all summer, and some things just can’t wait till after such a long train ride.

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!), established relationship, soft Sirius, fem!reader, sex, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, excessive use of the word fuck, a semblance of a plot, no Peter, sorry Peter people

notes: y/n/n stands for your nickname; I imagine the character as also an Animagus with her own nickname, but up to you

word count: 3.3k

“Relax, Pads. She’ll be here any minute.” Sirius, feet tapping, weight shifting from side to side in anticipation, responded, “That’s exactly why I’m not relaxed, you idiot. How can you tell me to relax when she’ll be here any minute? I haven’t seen her in months, Prongs, months!” “Yes, I’m well aware. You won’t shut up about it for more than three seconds.” “Oh, and I love hearing about Evans incessantly.” Sirius rolled his eyes at James. “At least y/n is actually my girlfriend.”

“Shut it, you git. This is my year. I can feel it. We’ll be together in no time, just watch.” “You say that every year,” Sirius said, but he was already distracted from the conversation, on his tiptoes trying to look over everyone’s heads as he searched the platform for you. 

You’d started dating last year, your sixth at Hogwarts, but had been friends since your first, a classic mutual pining situation that delayed your relationship but developed your love. When you’d finally opened up to each other about your feelings, not much changed between you… except for one thing, one very important thing: you couldn’t keep your hands (and mouths and bodies in general) off of each other. 

Then, as quickly as the bliss had begun, it felt to you, it was interrupted by the end of the school year. With the arrival of the summer came your separation, and though you had written many, many letters through the entirety of it, you had not been able to see each other once. With Sirius now living with the Potters, he had gone on holiday with their family, then you had gone on holiday with yours; something came up here, or something came up there, and long story short, the timing never lined up. 

Now, here he stood on platform 9 3/4 waiting for you, more excited about this reunion than any other he had ever had before. As his eyes searched for you, they landed first on a different familiar head of hair: messy, sandy brown, taller than those around it… “Oi, Moony!” he called, getting his attention. “Alright, lads?” Remus approached with a genuine smile on his face at seeing his friends, giving each of them a quick but firm hug. “Where’s y/n/n?” “Not here yet, much to Pads’s displeasure,” James responded as Sirius returned to his previous activity of scanning the crowd for you. 

Then, after another minute or so, James and Remus chatting all the while, Sirius felt his quickened heart rate stop for a moment then pick up even more. There you were; he’d know your crazy hair anywhere. You were pushing past people and trunks on the crowded platform, making your way over to the group. 

As soon as you cleared the last big crowd of people standing between you and them, your eyes met Sirius’s, and both of you broke into your biggest, brightest smiles. You jogged over; he met you halfway, and you wrapped your arms around each other and squeezed tight. 

“Hello, love,” he said into your hair as he nuzzled your neck. “Hi,” you responded through your smile into his warm chest. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, darling. So much. How are you?” He pulled back a bit, looking into your eyes, keeping one arm around your waist and bringing his other hand to rest on your face, caressing your cheek. 

“Glad to be back. You?” “Finally going to shut up for a second now you’re here, I hope,” James replied before Sirius could answer as he approached the both of you. 

“Har har,” Sirius faked sarcastically as you let out a heartfelt laugh. “Hiya, Prongs, Moons,” you smiled at each of them, pulling away from Sirius’s embrace to hug your other best mates. 

“Hey, y/n/n.” “Alright, lovebirds. As touching as your little reunion is, if we don’t hurry up and get on the train, we’ll have to share a cabin, so let’s go,” James hurried you all. 

The four of you made your way onto the Hogwarts Express and found an empty cabin, Sirius keeping his hands on you all the while - on your shoulder, the small of your back, in your hand, anywhere he could really, and when you finally sat down, practically on top of each other, he put his arm around you and held you close.

You all caught up about your summers, talking and laughing and falling into each other’s rhythms as if no time had gone by. You showed them your muggle polaroids from your travels; you and Remus discussed the novels you’d read over the break, including a couple you’d exchanged with each other when you’d said goodbye; James filled you in enthusiastically about quidditch developments, you having developed quite a liking for the sport. 

Even if you were each enthralled in separate conversations, though, Sirius subconsciously maintained your physical connection - hands held, knees knocking against each other’s, always something. As the ride went on and your energy lulled, you fell into a comfortable silence as Sirius and James kept banging on. You draped your legs over Sirius’s, and he rested his hands on them. His touch went from relaxing to rattling, though, when his hand made its way to your thigh, slowly stroking up and down, going higher and firmer with each motion. 

Since you’d gotten together, you’d never been shy about your affections, but still, you had your limits when it came to public displays. You shot him a warning look, but he pretended not to see. You could tell he was riling you up on purpose from the subtlest hint of his smirk forming on his annoying, gorgeous face. 

“I think we ought to start getting changed into our uniforms. It won’t be long before we’re close,” you said as you got up and went to grab your things. You had to reach up to the top rack, and you leaned on Sirius for a little boost. When you’d gotten what you needed, you gave his shoulder a loving squeeze and scratched behind his ear like you knew he liked, unable to keep the amused smirk off your face at the thought of what a puppy he was. He was looking at you and smiled, leaning into your touch. 

You made your way out of the cabin to the nearest toilet to change, and you’d just gotten your top layer of clothing off when you heard a knock at the narrow door. 

“Occupied,” you called back. “It’s me, you twit,” Sirius’s unmistakable voice replied. 

You opened the door a crack, but before you could say anything, he was squeezing into the tiny compartment, the two of you completely squished together.

“Getting started without me, I see,” he said, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows goofily at the sight of your torso in just your bra. 

“Sirius! What the fuck?”

“What?” “What are you doing in here?”

“What? I thought you wanted me to follow you… with all the touching and the smirking and the sudden, random urge to get changed when we still have at least half the ride left…” “I what?? You were the one touching me, and I came to change so you’d stop messing with me!” 

“Hm, not how it felt to me, but my mistake I guess… Now that I’m here though… might as well make the most of it, no? Happy accidents, and all that. You haven’t even given me a proper kiss hello yet, darling.” With that, he leaned down to remedy the situation, kissing you with all the passion months apart will build up. 

“Siri,” you sighed, loving the feeling of him, but pulling briefly away. “Are you mad? I want to too, but not here!” You whisper-yelled. “We could get caught!” 

“Pfft, when has that stopped us from doing anything? Just keep it down, and we’ll be fine, right? and if not, so be it… I don’t care if this whole train knows how mad you drive me,” he laughed. He kissed you again, hard. “and how good I can make you feel…” he finished, kissing down your neck, more confident now as you were already melting into his embrace, then back up to your waiting mouth. You matched his motions, kissing him back with your soft lips and adept tongue. He moaned into your mouth. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, you lunatic.” 

He chuckled. You brought your hands up to his hair; he brought his down your body, squeezing your hips before gripping your arse. “And I missed this,” he said, giving a tight, playful squeeze. “And these,” as he moved his hands from your arse to your tits, kneading them and kissing you all the while. “And this…” One hand snaked down between your legs, cupping your heat.

You moaned in reply. 

“Still want to wait till later, sweet thing? Cos the fact that you’ve already soaked through your panties tells me you’re pretty ready now.”

“Get on with it, Black… but for Merlin’s sake keep it down!” 

“Atta girl.” He pulled your soaked panties to the side, running his long fingers through your folds, humming in appreciation before plunging two into your entrance. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as he curled them perfectly, and he took the opportunity to stick his fingers from his other hand into your mouth. You sucked automatically. 

He chuckled again, lower this time, watching you with hungry eyes and thrusting harder, his palm hitting your clit each time, as he said, “Fuck, baby, I wanna fill every one of your warm, wet holes.” You nodded, your mouth still full, your hips rutting against his hand, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Feel good?” he asked cheekily.

“Mmhmm,” your nodding getting more frantic.

He took his hand out of your mouth, replacing it with his tongue, kissing you fervently and bringing his now free hand down to rub your clit. 

He kept at it till your thighs started getting shaky then proceeded to add a third finger inside you and increase the speed and pressure on your clit. He went to suck on the sensitive spot on your neck and whispered hotly into your ear as he did so, “Cum for me, lovely. I’ve been imagining it nonstop for months.”

That sent the most pleasant tingle down your spine, down to where you were already shaking and clenching, and one more rough, skillful move of his hands had you coming apart. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum, y/n.” You laughed lovingly into his shoulder, overcome with both pleasure and affection. He kissed you, much softer now than he had been thus far, and you were lingering gently on each other’s lips when you moved your hands down to the prominent bulge in his trousers. His breath caught at the contact, and he couldn’t help but push into your hand, desperately wanting more. 

“You wanna hear what I’ve been imagining nonstop for months?” you asked him, your voice sultry.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his lips still touching yours. He loved dirty talk, and you knew it. 

“I’ve been imagining it was this cock,” you gripped his shaft, “every time I fingered myself.” “Fuck.” “Mhm. I thought about how well you fill me up, Siri. About how big you are and how well you fuck me.” You weren’t great at it, you thought, but it seemed to be working for him. You could feel his dick twitch in your hand, and he bit his lip and stared at you with eyes almost completely black from how lust-blown they were. “You make me feel so good, Sirius. Remind me how good, baby.” 

You unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He wasted no time in pulling one of your thighs up to his hip and replacing your hand with his on his cock as he brought it to your still wet entrance. You held your panties to the side as he pushed in, his head falling back at the pleasure, his grip on your thigh bruising. 

“Holy fuck, y/n, how can it be even better than I remembered? You’re so bloody tight; it feels fucking incredible. Merlin, I love you.” You giggled at his fucked out state, clenching purposefully around him and holding him close as he pinned you to the wall. 

“I hope you still feel that way when you’re not inside me,” you laughed. “Always.” He said it right away. “This is just a brilliant bonus.” He thrust roughly to punctuate his point. 

“Ahh, fuck…” 

This time it was him chuckling at your reaction, but his amusement quickly turned back to absorption as he picked up his pace. His hand not holding your leg up came to rest by your head, holding onto the wall to get any semblance of balance as he split you open repeatedly. 

You met his thrusts with your hips. Gripping his t-shirt, you pulled it down and sucked on his collarbone, muffling your too loud moans. Your other hand reached around and grabbed his arse, pulling him into yourself as if he could go any deeper. 

You knew if anyone were to walk by, or Godric forbid come knocking, they would be able to hear the sounds of you coming together over and over. It made you nervous, but you’d missed him and the feeling of him deep inside of you, giving you everything he had, so much — too much to stop. And you knew it wouldn’t last much longer anyway with how hard he was fucking into you. 

You recognized the groans he made when he was getting close, and you encouraged him with moans of your own and tightening anywhere you were connected. 

“Oh fuck,” he let out and brought his hand down to rub desperately at your clit. 

You rutted into it, getting close, and with a strangled call of his name, you came around his cock. 

Your orgasm wasn’t even over when his finally came. As it did, it prolonged yours from the feel of him, and your continuous clenching extended his in turn. The intensity of cumming together had you both feeling high as you went limp and tried to catch your breaths. 

“Just couldn’t wait till we got back, huh? Needy girl,” he tutted. He kissed your cheek and brought his hand to your head, scratching sweetly into your hair.

You leaned your face on his, laughing and shaking your head at his antics. You played along, “No, I definitely couldn’t. Was worth the long wait, though, wasn’t it?” “I never want to have to wait that long again, but yes, it was.” He opened his mouth to say something more, a quiet sound that didn’t quite form into a word making its way out, but he stopped himself. He kissed your forehead before cleaning up a bit and fixing himself back into his trousers. 

You took your panties off, which you should’ve done since the beginning you thought now, and scoffed amusedly at the state of them. “Thanks for ruining these,” you said fake-mad. 

“You’re welcome,” he quipped back, unfazed, confident, smirking again. 

You smacked his chest but couldn’t stop smiling as you pulled your uniform on clumsily. “You know, I could use some space in here,” you shot at him. “Sorry, darling, I’m enjoying the show too much,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes playfully. 

Struggling into the rest of your clothing, you finally turned to the little mirror. Your face was flushed, and your hair was a bit messy, but when wasn’t it? you thought to yourself as you appraised your appearance and decided you were presentable enough for no one to realize what had just happened. 

Sirius stood behind you, smiling at you through the mirror, leaning back against the wall to give you as much space as possible, not that that was much, but with you now dressed, he came up behind  you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed the side of your head and whispered that he loved you. You beamed at him and said the words back as if it was the first time. 

You peaked out of the compartment, making sure the coast was clear, and pulled him out behind you quickly before anyone emerged from their cabin. Once in the hallway, you took a deep breath and straightened out your clothes. 

You looked at him seriously, but two seconds after you made eye contact, both of you burst into laughter. 

“Okay, okay.” You wiped the laughy tears from your eyes. “You go first,” you said as you shoved him toward the compartment where James and Remus sat, none the wiser. 

“They’re gonna know, sweetheart,” he replied, rolling his eyes at you.

“Are not. Just act natural.”

“Sure,” he let out disbelievingly, but made his way to the cabin. Before slipping inside, he looked back and winked at you. Now you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but be giddy the whole couple of minutes you waited before following him. Once you thought enough time had gone by, you made your way back. You tried to act nonchalant as you took your seat next to him. 

Remus was reading, and James was fiddling with his exploding snap deck. He looked up at you carelessly, already looking away by the time his brain caught up with him, making him do a double take to stare at you. He looked between you and Sirius once, twice, then said, “You did not just shag in the toilet.” At your guilty look and Sirius’s unabashed laughter, he continued, “Bloody hell, you two. You couldn’t keep it in your pants for a few more hours? For fuck’s sake.” He shook his head but was laughing with Sirius two seconds later. Remus just chuckled without even looking up from his book. 

The rest of the ride was relatively quiet, just more chatting, James and Sirius already throwing out ideas for your first pranks of the year. 

As you made your way off the train, you fell into step with Sirius, a couple steps behind James and Remus.

“Hey, Pads?” “Yeah, love?” “Back there, after we… you know…” “Oh, I know.” “Shut up,” you giggled. “Well, after that… were you gonna say something else?” You didn���t want to push him but were so curious at the look he had had on his face. 

He grew serious immediately. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulled you close, and kissed your head. “Well. I was just thinking… After I said I never wanted to have to wait that long again… I was just thinking that maybe, you know, we won’t ever actually have to.” He looked at you hopefully. “It’s our last year and everything, and well, I was just thinking, after this, maybe we could stay together.” You thought you knew what he meant, but furrowed your brows a bit. He quickly added, “As in, move in together, I mean. Stay together as in live together. The being together part was a given, I hoped,” he chuckled nervously. Your heart was melting at his words. His nerves and sincerity rendering him wordy when he was usually so concise and certain. He kept looking from the ground in front of him to your eyes and back. 

You wrapped your arm around his waist and nuzzled into his shoulder as you kept walking. You gave it a kiss and smiled up at him. He was already looking down at you, set at ease by your gesture, a gentle smile on his face. 

“I love you. And I’m so glad we’ll never have to wait that long again then.”

His smile widened at the implication in your words, your confirmation of his hopes. He leaned down for a quick peck, still beaming as he straightened back up and you both quickened to catch up with your friends.

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[mirrorball-writings]

Gryffindors Stick Together

Anna can't understand why her friends broke away from her and kicked her out of the group. Sirius Black finds her crying in the common room late at night, and tries his best to help fix her problem.

WC: 1.4k

Reading time: 5:20

Warnings: friendship break-up

It was past midnight, but Anna was still sitting in front of the Gryffindor fire, rereading the now well-worn and tear-smudged note her friends had left her on her bed. She had known it was coming, seeing as they had slowly been excluding her from more and more of what they did, but she never thought they would make it so… official. 

Anna,

Thank you so much for being such a great friend to us. We know you try your best to make us like you, and we appreciate everything you do for us, but we’ve all realized that we just don’t really have that much in common. 

We know that you like to study and you worry about your grades a lot. That’s not necessarily a problem, but when you obsess over it so much, it can start to get annoying, especially when you don’t want to join in our plans because you have to do homework or study. Again, we know that that’s just who you are, and we don’t want to change that, but we just like different things and would rather spend our time not in the library. Recently, we just haven’t really been able to spend much time with you because you’re always working, so we thought it might just be better this way so none of us have to worry about it.

We’re really sorry that it had to come to this. We didn’t really like that we felt like you were trying to make us feel guilty for doing stuff without you. We realized a while ago that it would just be easier for all of us if we weren’t friends anymore. We’re so sorry.

Love you forever.

At first, the note caused a seemingly never ending river of tears to fall down Anna’s cheeks, but after a while, she felt less upset than in shock. She found herself focusing less and less on what the note said — after all, she had nearly memorized the contents by now — and more on why. She hastily scanned her memories for any sign that they wanted to end it, but she found nothing. Sure, they did stuff without her, but she always thought that was just because she would be studying. How long had they been planning this?

They had been friends with Anna since first year, when she had had nowhere to sit on the train, and they had happily welcomed her to their compartment. Even though they were sorted into different houses (them in Hufflepuff and she in Gryffindor), the four girls had remained friends — at least until now, their fourth year. It seemed that fourteen was the age where girls started to hate each other for being what they wished they could be, and Anna had certainly become someone to hate. Not only was she effortlessly pretty, but she was top of her class in nearly every subject, which naturally caused plenty of name-calling from girls who longed for the pining eyes of the boys who loved Anna and she didn’t care for.

Although Anna of course had roommates of her own house, she had never become particularly good friends with them. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, but she simply had other friends that she spent most of her time with instead, and it certainly seemed like now it would be too late to join their group, since they had been friends for so long as well.

“Are you alright?”

Anna nearly jumped off her seat on the couch, having been too distracted to notice the person walking down the stairs to the common room. She turned around to find herself face-to-face with Gryffindor’s infamous celebrity, Sirius Black. Anna of course knew who he was, as did nearly everyone else at Hogwarts, but he was in the year above her, so they had never talked. She didn’t know much about him personally, but she did know that he wasn’t always the nicest, especially to people he didn’t know, and he certainly didn’t seem like the type to be too concerned if he saw someone upset in the common room. In her confusion, Anna could do nothing but nod.

Sirius seemed skeptical, but since she didn’t tell him to leave her alone, he went and sat next to her on the couch. 

“You know, I only asked because it’s what you’re supposed to say to someone who’s been crying.” He rolled his eyes as he saw her about to protest. “I can tell you were crying. What’s going on?”

Anna shrugged. 

“Look, I know we’ve never really talked, but Gryffindors have to stick together, right? How are my friends and I supposed to pull an epic prank if we don’t know who to pull it on?”

This brought a small smile to Anna’s face. Hearing him say something so obviously Sirius somehow encouraged her to open up. The worst that would happen anyway is that he wouldn’t care.

“My friends don’t want to be friends anymore.”

“Oh, that’s… horrible. I’m so sorry.”

She shrugged again. She wasn’t really sure how to continue the conversation, and she frankly wasn’t used to people being very interested in her problems. Even her friends tended to prefer their own whining about boys and professors over listening to her talk about her problems, like how stressed she was or how she felt like none of the girls in their year liked her.

Sirius spoke again. “No, really, it is. Nobody should be treated like that, especially by their friends. Friends are supposed to make you feel wanted and valuable, not like you’re inferior and disposable.”

“Thanks. But it’s not that big a deal. They’re right that I don’t spend that much time with them anyway because I study so much.”

He sighed. “So what if you study a lot? My friend Remus obsesses over his studies but we’re all still friends with him even though we don’t give a toss about homework most of the time. They shouldn’t treat you like that, and that’s final.”

Anna smiled a bit and looked toward the fire. Maybe he was right and they shouldn’t have dumped her like they did, but the fact was that they didn’t want to be friends anymore and there wasn’t much she could do about it. They still didn’t want to be her friends and she still didn’t have any other friends either.

Sirius was busy thinking as well, though he disagreed with her idea that there was nothing to be done. 

“Why don’t you be friends with me and my friends?”

Anna snorted. “Yeah right. You and the other most popular boys in the school would want to be friends with me, some random fourth year who studies all day.”

He shrugged, his expression showing no humor. “I’m not joking. It’ll just be like having a little sister. I already think you’re cool, and I’m sure everyone else will, too. Especially Remus, he’d love to have a friend who cares as much about homework as he does.”

Anna laughed a bit. “Okay, sure.”

Sirius grinned and ruffled her hair before standing up. As he was walking back up the stairs to his dormitory, he called out, “See you at breakfast!”

In the morning, Anna did indeed see Sirius, accompanied by his entourage, laughing and talking loudly at the Gryffindor table. She smiled and waved shyly to him, and was surprised when he beckoned her over to the group.

“This is Anna. She’s in fourth year and she’s super cool and I thought she could sit with us,” Sirius grinned.

The group around him looked at each other confused before shrugging and motioning for her to take a seat. Immediately, James Potter — the other self-proclaimed leader of the group — began bombarding Anna with questions about what kind of things she liked to do, how she knew Sirius, and what she thought about Quidditch. The other two in the group, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, remained silent but smiled warmly and looked politely sympathetic when Sirius told off James for interrogating her so much. 

By the end of breakfast, Anna already felt herself warming up to the group, in spite of her hardly speaking all morning. She found herself laughing at their jokes and stories, and she even pretended to be interested as James ranted about the Quidditch team. In fact, she was so happy to be with people that accepted her so quickly that she didn’t even see her old friends walking towards the Gryffindor table, nor did she notice the deadly glare Sirius gave them as he wrapped his arm protectively around the group’s new little sister.

I feel like every time I write something I'm always apologizing for how long it's been, and this time is no different. I really want to be more consistent with my writing, but I'm just not. However! I am back in my Marauders era phase for at least a little bit, so naturally I was struck with inspiration to write something. I really hope you enjoyed!

Also, I know that I've gotten a number of requests for stories, and I promise I will try to do those eventually.

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Remus Lupin Masterlist by Astraea

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Remus Lupin

He was always too insecure and had low-self esteem because of his Lycanthropy and always thought he was a monster because of it. He thought that no one could love him because of his condition, and they'll be afraid of him if they found out. So he tried to push away the person who claimed to love him regardless of his Lycanthropy.

i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings (one-shot) (soon...)

i broke her heart 'cause she was nice (part-one) (soon...)

↳ she was sunshine, i was midnight rain (part-two) (final) (soon...)

i'm a werewolf. (wanna be yours) (one-shot) (soon...)

and all i did was bleed, as i try to be the bravest soldier (one-shot) (soon...)

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[madwcman]

never gonna love again

pairing: remus lupin x fem! reader

summary: inspired by “cowboy like me” by taylor swift

warnings: fluff, slight angst, remus smokes a cigarette, mentions of drinking (very brief) & lyrics are in italics & bold

authors note: i finally finished this!! it’s a little long i hope you guys don’t mind :)

“and the tennis court was covered up with some tent-like thing. and you asked me to dance, but i said, ‘dancing is a dangerous game.’ oh, i thought this is gonna be one of those things. now i know, i’m never gonna love again.”

you really never saw this coming; lily evans marrying james potter. it was funny how one of your closest friends married the person she claimed to have hated back in hogwarts. you watch silently on the side as lily and james happily dance in a crowd of happy couples under bright lights.

“they look happy don’t they?” a deep voice asks, slightly startling you, you turn to look at your surprise visitor. your eyes meet the face of remus lupin. a boy (now man) you used to go to school with and a good friend of james.

“yes, yes they do.” you state matter of fact, turning your head back to the people dancing. “i’m remus.” you turn your head to look at remus again, he has his hand out, wanting to shake hands with you. “i know who you are.” it came out more rude than you intended. but you didn’t apologize. “oh” he's a little surprised by your blunt response, but gives you a smile. “well would you like to dance y/n?”

“i’m not sure about that.” you’re hesitant, you can’t really dance and you don’t know remus. you’re not sure if you want to. but the man wasn’t going to give up. “well we don’t have to dance, c'mon.” remus keeps his hand out for you to grab. you were still hesitant to take remus hand not knowing where the tall man intended to take you, but you finally decided to go. it was better than just standing on the sidelines watching people dance.

“i've got some tricks up my sleeve. takes one to know one, you're a cowboy like me”

you let remus walk you outside of the big white tent where the wedding ceremony was still taking place around your friends. it’s a grassy green area with nothing around but wildflowers. remus lets go of your hand and takes a few more steps forward. reaching into his pockets. he grabs a lighter and a cigarette packet, grabbing one and quickly lighting it.

“do you mind?” he questions, slightly raising an eyebrow. “no, not at all” you shrug your shoulders, as remus mumbles a “thanks” as he lifts the cigarette to his mouth. “so why take me out here?” you question as remus smokes. “just wanted to talk to you.” you walk toward remus and decide to sit down, he joins you; cigarette still in his mouth. you watch him silently while he smokes his cigarette. “ya know, i’ve always found you pretty while attending hogwarts.” remus turns to look at you, a smile on his face.

“yeah?” you’re a little baffled really not expecting to hear that from remus. you always thought remus was out of your league and you’ve never really had the guts to say you liked him back then. “yeah, of course how could i not?” you just shrug not knowing how to answer his question. “i’ve always found you quite pretty too.” you say silently, remus laughs at that, he has never been described as pretty from others except from james. “you’re a liar.” he claims, still laughing. “believe it or not lupin i did.” he stops laughing, and stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out if you’re lying. “really?” and you’re surprised he doesn’t believe you. “everyone had a crush on you back then.”

“as they did you.” and it was true. you both did have a dating history back in hogwarts, but you haven’t dated much now since you left school. it grows quiet between the two of you, remus looks down at you with a small smile with of course a hint of mischief in it.

“can i kiss you?” remus moves closer to you waiting for an answer. you nod your head a little fast, letting out a shaky “yes”, remus places one hand under your chin and the other on the side of your face delicately. as if you're made of glass, lifting your head up as he slightly bends down to kiss you. soft and tender, are the words to describe this kiss. you’ve kissed plenty of people in your life but none of them felt as soft and sweet as this kiss with remus. he held you and touched you so tenderly, no one has ever held you like this. it was nice, it was new for you. you move in more confident, asking remus to give you more, you move your hands up to remus dark hair gripping it.

“lupin get your grimy hands off lily’s friend and join the rest of us back in the tent!” you pull back from remus with a gasp of surprise leaving your lips. remus backs up a little from you, as you turn to look at sirius, remus just shakes his head giving sirius a thumbs up while looking down at you. as sirius walks back into the tent you turn your head to remus. and now it’s silent and you feel slightly awkward, now making yourself smaller, letting go of remus and holding your arms against yourself. not knowing what to do. remus laughs a little, sensing the awkwardness. “can i have your number?” he asks with a smile hoping you’ll say yes. “yeah, yeah you can.”

remus gets your number and makes a promise to call you before he turns and makes his way back to the tent leaving you alone to join your friends. you know remus had a history with dating people back at hogwarts.. you couldn’t judge since you did as well. you’re just nervous it’s going to end how it always does. it’s just going to end as a one time thing.

“never wanted love just a fancy car. now i'm waiting by the phone, like i'm sitting in an airport bar. you had some tricks up your sleeve takes one to know one.”

after that one interaction with remus at the wedding, he promised to call and he did, you’ve been seeing remus for a month now. and you never expected to fall in love this fast but you did. you fell hard. you love spending your days with remus. he was exciting, fun, smart and sweet. you wait for his every move and wait for every call. it’s like you have nothing better to do than to just sit and wait like you would at an airport bar.

you’re sitting on the couch reading a book while waiting for remus to call you, he said he would call sometime today. and you just can’t wait to talk to him. the phone rings and you quickly discard the book and pick up the phone. excited to talk to remus. “hello?” and it’s only a few seconds of silence until on the other end of the line you hear remus’ voice. “hi dove!” you can’t see remus but you’re sure he has a crooked smile on his face. “remus, hi!” you say brightly and a little loud, he laughs a little, “can i come over? i miss you.”

“yes!” you say it too quick and fast to your liking. you try to save it with a little cough. “er- i mean yeah.” and he laughs again, knowing you were trying to play it cool. you feel heat creep onto your cheeks, flushed and a little embarrassed. “okay i’ll come over”

“great” you say quietly and fondly. “i should be over by five, is that okay?” you shake your head but remus isn’t there to see it. “yes i can’t wait to see you.” you state, with a smile. “i can’t wait to see you dove, i’ll see you later.”

and you blush, happy remus also can’t wait to see you. and love’s spending time with you. “i’ll see you.” the phone call ends, you sigh and mentally jab at yourself, you were supposed to play it cool. instead you embarrassed yourself. you were a fool in love.

“you're a cowboy like me; perched in the dark. telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear. like it could be love. i could be the way forward, only if they pay for it. you're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars. hustling for the good life. never thought i'd meet you here. it could be love. we could be the way forward. and i know i'll pay for it.”

it’s later in the day, almost night. you and remus are laying together in your bed, limbs tangled together. holding onto one another. it’s been a long day, and you wanted remus to stay the night. not really wanting to part from him.

it’s quiet, a comfortable quiet, which you always enjoy when you're with remus. but you have this feeling to get off your chest. you enjoy remus and his company. and you’re in love with him but you're scared. you’ve never really been in love with anyone like this.

“remus if we fall in love, i’m going to pay for it.” you state intensely. not really knowing why you’re telling him this.

remus laughs looking down at you, a little puzzled by your intense claim. “what do you mean?”

and you look up to him, he has a lazy smile and kind eyes. “it’s either i’m going to get my heart broken by you or i’m going to fall madly in love with you either way i’m going to pay for it.”

it’s silent for a moment, the moment now feeling heavy. you ruined it you thought. but his lazy smile turns bright and his cheeks turn a little red while he pulls you as close to him as he can “well i hope you pay for the later.”

“and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. and the old men that i've swindled really did believe i was the one. and the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town, but that was all before i locked it down.”

remus invited you to come to sirius’ party, you were excited. the party so far was okay, nothing too crazy. you met some of remus’ friends and saw a few old ones as well. and had a few drinks here and there. not really feeling up to socializing, you stand by remus side as he talks to a few people.

“so you’re remus’ new girlfriend?” you turn and see sadie, a girl you used to go to school with; she was one of remus ex girlfriends. “yeah she is”, remus answers for you, turning to look at you and sadie.

“oh! well it probably won’t last.” she says it lamely, as if she’s bored with this topic already.

you utter a confused “what “ as remus glares at sadie, warning her. she doesn’t notice remus stare or she simply doesn’t care she laughs and turns to you with a wide open smile.

“remus never keeps a girlfriend around long.” she jokes, with a laugh that seems a little too fake. “he gets bored, don’t you rem?” you look over at remus with concern. “sure, sadie.” he says curtly, as he grabs your hand leading you somewhere else to sit and talk.

you’re trying really hard to not let sadie get into your head, but it was really hard. what had she meant by remus doesn’t keep girlfriends around long? does she mean remus doesn’t want anything that’s long term? or doesn’t like anything too serious? will he cut you off when things are too serious? you hope that’s not the case.

remus leads you outside the house to the backyard, he takes a seat on the ground and tilts his head up to you raising an eyebrow, asking you to join him. you sit down besides him.

“are you okay?” he asks while grabbing your hand holding it. you reassure him with a small “i’m fine” he looks at you for a moment and you can’t indicate what he’s thinking. “are you sure?” he asks again, you sigh not wanting to pick a fight with him about your overthinking thoughts. “remus just let it be.” your tone sounds a little agitated, and mean. you can see remus is taken back by it.

“you’re acting like a child.” he shakes his head, his arms crossing in front of his chest, his eyes narrowing at you, quickly adding, “is this about what sadie said?” you go quiet for a moment, knowing it was. sadie got into your head about your relationship with remus. the silence answered remus' question. he scoffs at you. “it is.”

“re-“ before you can explain how you feel remus interrupts you. “this is ridiculous.” he’s scolding you as if you're a child, his voice is low and a little cruel. he gets up from the ground and turns his back towards you walking back into the house leaving you outside alone.

“now you hang from my lips, like the gardens of babylon. with your boots beneath my bed forever is the sweetest con.”

it’s been a few days since your argument with remus. you haven’t seen or heard from him. after your argument with remus you just decided to leave the party, you didn’t have the guts to see remus after and you weren’t in a partying mood. these past few days you wonder if you officially messed things up with remus. he hasn’t called or texted, but you haven’t exactly called or texted him either, you’re a little scared to. you don’t want what you have with remus to end. but you want to talk to remus.

grabbing your phone and calling remus you wait with anticipation, hoping he’ll answer your call. the phone rings for a while until it stops and it’s silent for a moment.

“hello?” you sigh in relief as remus answers the call. and you’re silent trying to figure out what to say. “dove are you there?” remus comes to your rescue, ending the silence for you.

“remus, i miss you.” you finally manage to word out. you’re nervous he’s still mad at you.

“i missed you too.” he quickly follows up with you, and your nerves ease down.

“i’m sorry.” and you are, you should’ve talked to remus at the party. “i’m sorry for leaving and not talking to you, it was mean” you quickly add explaining your apology.

“you don’t have to be sorry love, i’m sorry for not hearing you out.. and for being short with you.” remus assures you. “can you come over please?” you ask softly, missing remus. “of course.” you both say goodbye to each other and end the phone call with a smile on your face.

“i've had some tricks up my sleeve, takes one to know one; you're a cowboy like me. and I'm never gonna love again.”

you fell in love with remus, it wasn’t a one time thing or another short term relationship just like your previous relationships. you’re happy where you are now with him, sitting on the couch humming to music that’s playing. as one song ends and another starts to play. remus goes to stand. “y/n dance with me?” he reaches for your hand and you instantly grab it.

“i’m not good at dancing.” you claim, nervously, looking up at remus. “that’s okay, i’ll teach you.” remus places your hands where they need to be placed and starts to sway slowly to the music.

you stay like that for a moment, dancing with remus. you look up towards him with a small, shy smile. “remus, i’m never gonna love again.” and he could barely hear it, your voice small and quiet but he heard it. “meaning?” he chuckles a little to himself holding you tighter, while dancing. “i’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you. i’m never going to love anyone like this again.” you say softly as you both continue to sway yourselves to the end of the song.

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"And then, the lupin boy had the audacity to talk me down! 'you're not the only prefect around here, malfoy,' he said. the sheer disrespect!" lucius exclaimed.

the corners of your mouth twitched upwards. "how very dare he!" you tried to sound as genuine as possible, but to be honest, you found the whole ordeal hilarious.

"i know! and-" he paused for a second and sighed. "you find this funny, don't you."

your eyes glistened with mirth. "no," you continued to almost mock your best friend, continuing to braid his unnaturally platinum- blond hair. " i think it's... quite... uhm...." you try to hold your laughter in in vain, eventually letting go of his precious locks to cover your face as you snorted into your hands. "oh my god, malfoy, you are so pathetic."

"i am not pathetic!" he exclaimed in protest. "just because he's friends with them, if he wasn't he would get them in so much trouble, detentions every day-"

"hey, leave remus alone, he's done nothing to you!"

"please, just because you have a crush on him!"

lucius was muttering angrily after you had heard him practically yell the common room password and marched into the dungeons, and when you had asked him what was wrong you had expected for him to say anything except for begin to rant about one of your classmates-nearly-mates, mates. who you also happened to have a tiny crush on. but that was besides the point.

you scoffed in retaliation. "just because he got a higher mark than you in the last arithmancy test."

"you didn't deny your little crush." he ignored the snide comment directed towards himself and mocked you instead.

"i don't like him," i murmured, concentrating at the task at hand to ignore the fact you were blushing slightly. "and shut up, you're ruining your hair."

"ow!" he muttered mock- angrily as you pulled a lock of his hair. "watch how i embarrass you in front of him tomorrow."

"you watch i don't cut your hair off in your sleep, malfoy."

"i know you wouldn't, love."

he was teasing you for the nickname remus had oh-so-casually called you when asking for an extra quill the day before, and you had blushed the hardest you'd ever had before even processing what he had asked for.

cringing internally, you were quick to snap at lucius, but it was all in good intentions- that was how you two worked.

"shut up!"

"i didn't hear you complaining when he called you that," he drawled. you slapped his hands away from where they were prodding and poking at his hair, trying to figure out what style you were doing.

"leave off, you absolute menace," you hiss. "that's different."

lucius was about to come up with another witty retort when barty threw a book at the two of you from where he was trying to sleep on the sofa, his arm sprawled across his face. "shut up, both of you. i'm trying to sleep, you're worse than regulus and bellatrix."

"shut up, barty," the two of you parroted in unison.

"just because evan left you for a 'puff girl," you snorted.

this time it was an inkwell which you dodged, well- practised at the sport. "try again, my friend."

"or DON'T!" lucius practically shrieked as he failed to avoid a cushion which you smirked at. "shut up, you."

"i didn't say anything."

"yeah, well.. shut up."

"yessir."

"... don't let cissa hear you saying that."

you and barty gasped.

"malfoy!"

"ooh, kinky," barty smirked.

you flipped him off in response. "shut up."

lucius smirked. "i mean, is he wrong?"

"ooh, scandalously kinky!"

"SHUT UP, CROUCH!"

barty features bc he's my bff

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mouth of september, part 5 | sirius black x reader  

"Sod off," Sirius says. "No one said anything about school. It was about the principle of things." 

"The principle," you repeat, more because you like the way he said it than any want to make fun of him. 

He catches your eye. "Behave," he mouths. 

summary times are hard, but there’s always reasons to stay [5k]

warnings reader has suicidal thoughts/suicidal ideation, reader has a poor appetite/ disordered eating, marauder friendship heavy, fem reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, angst, hurt/comfort, please be careful to read the bold warnings

read part one | two | three | four here

“You’re gonna be late for work,” Sirius says, standing in the doorway of your room. 

You’re hiding in bed, sheets thrown half off your clammy skin. The fan on your nightstand putters uselessly over your too-warm face as you look at him, unaffected. 

“Why are you here?” you ask, disorientated.

“Cos you’re not getting ready for work,” he says.

You both work in the back of Flourish and Blotts, a job in high demand. Missing even one day will get you sacked, and you know this.

"Are you sick?” he asks upon your silence. 

You shake your head and look away from him, shame creeping up your spine. He leaves without saying anything and it makes you feel worse, cringing into a ball. You spend long, hot minutes like that, face covered by your hands and an acute upset beginning to form. You can feel it in your fingers. 

When he comes back he’s not in his uniform anymore. 

“We’re sacked.”

“Sirius,” you groan under your breath, closing your eyes. It’s supposed to imply how he’s an idiot for losing his job when he didn’t have to. It sounds needy.

“Your fault." He's joking but it's true.

He climbs into bed beside you, raising his hand to your yucky forehead. Your skin is disgusting, oily and dry and everything that can be wrong with it at once. You cringe away from his touch and he doesn’t mind, making a terrible lovely soothing sound as he strokes your forehead. 

“Did you eat?” he asks.

“Not hungry.”

His fingers move from your forehead to flatten the small hairs of your eyebrow. “All stuck up,” he says. “You must’ve slept well.”

You hum. It’s a terrible response but it’s what you can manage. 

"Gonna tell me what's wrong?" 

"No." 

"That never ends well for you." 

"I can't really win," you say, voice small. You clear your throat. "I tell you and feel stupid. I don't tell you and it…"

"Eats you?" 

You want to be buried alive. 

Sirius strokes the skin above your eyebrow over and over and over. You close your eyes because there's nothing else to do, your whole body aching. You're content to never speak again but the guilt weighs heavy, and you rally at yourself. 

"You didn't have to stay home with me." 

"I care about you." His words are said with a stilted and yet genuine warmth. 

"No, I mean. I wouldn't have done anything." Your own are similarly awkward and much less warm. 

"I know," he says softly. 

"Do you?" 

“Yeah, hufflepuff, I do.”

You frown. 

"How's your hug quota this week?" 

The hug quota is one of those things you hate to love and love to hate. Insisted upon by James who'd been informed by Lily. Something about brain chemicals. And whatever it is, they really work. A hug a day for a few days in a row genuinely has the power to keep you up and running.

But you don't like needing them, and it's easy to run circles around the boys and convince them that you've already had your allotted hug from someone else.

You cringe. "Fuck off." 

“Guys?” James’ voice echoes loudly from the front door. 

You glare at Sirius. “You called him.”

“No, I didn’t.” He’s frowning too, holding his hands up in surrender.

James hits the door open against the wall. You’re so listless you don’t even jump. 

Sirius is a different story. “Fucking hell, what is your problem?” he asks furiously.

“Why are you guys here?” James asks, more perplexed than annoyed. Remus would likely be a different story.

“Why are you here?” 

There’s too much talking. You gaze up at James pleadingly, hoping he’s gonna take pity on you and stop talking. He does the opposite, eyes softening, a frown on his face. He’s in weird clothes that don't fit him right. 

“I… I was gonna paint her room.”

“What?” you ask, your throat hurting. 

“It’s been white since you moved in. I brought paint. Was gonna do it while you were… in work. Why aren’t you in work?” He frowns between you both. 

“She’s not feeling very well," Sirius says lightly. 

“You’re sick?” 

You close your eyes. “No.”

“Oh. Uh.”

“James, you don’t have to paint my room. We rent, are you even allowed to paint my room?”

“Sure you are. And we’re magic. We can just make them white again.”

James crawls over Sirius' legs to sit at your feet. He grabs your ankles and pulls, giggling to himself when you squirm away from him. He takes no notice and drops your calves over his thighs.

“Since we’re all here, we should do it the muggle way," James declares. 

“Why,” Sirius begins dryly, “would we ever bother with that?”

James pats your legs. “She’s sad. Exercise is good for you.”

“I’m not sad.” 

They ignore you. 

“It’s, like, teamwork. And friendly fun. And bonding. And I don’t like seeing you all curled up on yourself like this.”

“I don’t know, James, when has forcing her to do things ever worked?”

“Well, remember when we went to Cribbs Causeway and we made her climb-“

“Okay, guys, can we stop? Please? I just want to-”

You turn your face abruptly into the sheets and exhale raggedly. 

There’s a small silence. 

“Hey,” Sirius says lightly, his hand over your shoulder, heat seeping down into your skin. “You’re okay. Everything’s fine.”

James snickers and then screeches. “Don’t kick me, dickhead.”

“You’re the dickhead, dickhead.”

“It’s weird hearing you be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I might not be the most tactile guy on earth, but I know how to comfort someone, dick. Stop projecting on me.”

“Projecting? I comfort people well.”

“You don’t.”

“I do!”

“And that’s why Lily didn’t talk to you for half the week this week? Because you're so good at it?"

“You bitch.”

You laugh, you can’t help it. You’re so determined to be miserable that you don’t want to, trying to hold in the shaking of your shoulders. It’s all for nowt – Sirius has his hand on your back and he can feel it from the first tremble. 

“Why’re you laughing, hm?” he asks, relief palpable. “You agree? You think I’m a bitch?”

“No,” you say into your sheets. 

“She does and you are.”

“I know she does,” Sirius says. “Hufflepuff thinks I’m a total bitch.”

“I don’t,” you protest, turning onto your back. 

Sirius hovers above you, his dark hair falling into your face. You blow it away carefully, eyes locked with his.

"What colour paint is it?" he asks James without looking away from you. 

James laughs, the kind of heavy chuckling that strikes the fear of God in you instantly. 

-

It's not the worst colour in the world. Sirius, speckled in paint from head to toe, actually looks really pretty. "Orange suits you," James says, similarly spotted.

"It's not orange. It's yellow. Yellow-orange." 

"Very hufflepuff," you murmur, with less paint covering your clothes and skin but still enough to need a shower. 

Honestly, you'd needed one before all the painting. Neither James nor Sirius had made you feel bad for your dishevelled appearance, but now that you're feeling less fuzzy you're worried you smell bad.

You stand further away from the boys with a heavy paint roller in hand, your wrists aching. Between the three of you, you'd managed a quick but shoddy job.

Sirius had fobbed off any actual effort at first, claiming to be the managerial influence. He'd provided breakfast (cold in the middle, but made with a lot of effort, and, in your opinion, heart) and drinks, before he'd stolen the record player back from Remus' room to soundtrack your hard work. 

James is enthusiastic and high energy, so he'd done the bulk coverage. You'd tried to neaten up the edges but are ultimately waiting for Remus' return. He'll have the best advice. 

"You'll have to gloss the skirting boards again, is all," James says confidently.

"I'm not touching anything else until Remus comes home," you say.

"He's gonna be mad about Florish and Blotts," Sirius pipes in, sitting on the sheet draped precariously over your bed. 

"He's gonna be mad at you," James corrects. 

"He loves me." 

"He loves Y/N more " 

"That's not true," you say, frowning. 

It's one of those silly things that you think about more deeply than you should. You're not gonna try and convince yourself that Remus – that any of them – would like you as much as they like each other. 

It's nice to think that they do, though. 

Not that they ever leave you out. You'd go as far as to say there's some pitious favoritism happening at all times. Even now.

James throws his arm over your shoulder and rags you about. "Alright, Hufflepuff. You smell like a quidditch cloakroom. Go shower, please." 

In the shower, everything is clearer. How much you like your friends, how much you really want to be by yourself, somewhere else. And it's surprising, always surprising, that you can be loved and still feel like this. Guilt is a heavy weight. It settles. 

Why can't I just be happy? 

You're not even sure why you'd felt so awful this morning. It's a thousand things and it's nothing at all. You just don't want to be here. You don't want to be anything. 

You can hear Remus getting home and realise you've been in the shower for too long. You almost slip getting out, light-headed and emotional, and have to sit on the side of the tub to gather your bearings. 

A knock on the door cuts the fog. Remus' warm voice, "I'm home. Are you okay?" he asks. He doesn't have to shout. 

"Yep," you reply. You don't mean to sound so clipped.

"Coming out?" 

You stare at the wall. "Yep," you say under your breath.

"Have you eaten?" 

"Remus, can you just-" you start, voice cracking. You clear your throat. You feel awful, but you'd been about to ask, Can you just leave me alone?

To your horror, he leaves. You scramble to pull open the door and apologise but he's not there. Sirius is, and he looks surprised at your expression. 

"Hey, it's okay. He went to start dinner," he says gently. 

"Oh. Okay," you say. You stare at the wall by his hip, aware of your nudity and his handsomeness and, most of all, his worried gaze.

"Uh-huh. Asked me to ask you if you want something in particular." 

"I want ham 'nd egg and chips," James pipes up, emerging from your room with a grin. "We cleaned up the edges." 

You look to Sirius for confirmation. He shakes his head at you.

"Okay," you say, water dripping around your feet. 

Both boys move to let you pass. You dry off and dress in an unhappy haze, head pounding. Now that the painting is done the feeling that had plagued you all day rears up again, bright and shiny and twice as insistent as before. 

It wouldn't take a lot. It wouldn't take a lot. 

Five seconds of pressure. 

"Y/N," Sirius says. 

You turn. The door's still closed most of the way. You can see a fraction of his naked arm through the slit. 

"Come on. Dinner." 

You grab a pair of socks and open the door. Sirius watches you hop into them without saying anything, offering his arm when your balance wavers. His skin is cool under your palm.

You plod into the kitchen arm to arm with Sirius and find James already eating your madeira cake with a spoon. You can't be bothered to tell him off – in fact, you wouldn't tell him off even if you did have the energy. He looks like he's enjoying it, and he's one of your best friends. Whatever, he can eat it all if he wants to. 

Sirius does not agree. "Who said you could have that?" 

Remus turns where he's frying eggs on the cooker. "What? He told me you said he could." 

Sirius steals the spoon, wacks James' hand where it had been holding the cake, and says, "It's Y/N's." 

"It's okay," you say, shrugging. "He can eat it." 

"It's not okay. It was expensive, and you like it." 

"I like James." 

James grins and pulls out a chair for you to sit in. "Thank you! I knew you wouldn't mind," he says sweetly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you sink down beside him. "It's called sharing, guys. If you're both so offended, I will get her another." His tone takes on a grand effect.

You melt under James' friendly touch. He's a good friend. He can eat all the food in the flat if he wants to. Or all the food that's yours, at the very least. 

Remus huffs and turns back to the eggs. "Idiot," he says.

"You'll ruin your dinner," you say quietly. 

James smiles and gives your shoulder a good squeeze before letting you go. "Remus always gives me the dwttiest portions anyway." 

"I'm an equaliser," Remus says simply.

"Yeah, and what does that mean?" James asks. 

It means that James has started to fill out. He's all muscled from quidditch. You still can't believe he plays professionally, and you're not the only one. You don't think James had really realised how different it would be from school sports. These days he's always training, bulking, or something between. That's why it had been so surprising to see him this morning. 

"It means you're fat," Sirius says. 

A chorus of boo's. 

"He's not fat," you say. It's true, he isn't. He's certainly gained weight, but his height leaves room for it. 

"He's muscled," Remus says, rolling the word around.

"He's chubby now. He's my chubby guy," Sirius says, doting. 

"And still stone cold sexy," James says agreeably. 

"That won't ever change." Remus puts down four plates, each with one slim cut of gammon and chips, and then returns for the frying pan. 

Your chips are noticeably more voluminous. You start to transfer them to James' plate while Remus' back is turned. 

"I don't want an egg," you say when he returns. 

He puts one on your plate anyways. You frown at the grease and the thick smell of it. James gets two, Sirius gets two, and Remus gives himself one. 

There's a bustling of chairs being pulled in, the metallic clink of cutlery, salt and vinegar being exchanged, and then the first few bites in silence. 

"Thank you, Remus," you say. 

He beams at you. "You're welcome. I cleaned up all the edges in your room, alright? It looks good in there. You guys did a great job without me, surprisingly." 

Remus likely wouldn't have managed much manual labour anyhow, but his expertise is invaluable. 

"How did you?" you ask. 

"He cheated," James says, gesturing with a chip speared at the end of his fork. "Used a spell. Sick." 

"Totally cheated. After all, we spent all that time at school to learn things we should never use again," Remus says dryly. 

"Sod off," Sirius says. "No one said anything about school. It was about the principle of things." 

"The principle," you repeat, more because you like the way he said it than any want to make fun of him. 

He catches your eye. "Behave," he mouths. 

You smile shyly and feel something prickling in your chest. You loathe to admit what it is, stabbing a chip so hard the plate creaks. 

"It looks amazing now," James says behind his hand, mid-chew. 

"It's pretty," you say. 

You cringe at the texture of the chip you'd been eating. When you get like this eating is never fun. 

You put your fork down and stand up. All three boys glare at you and you ignore them as you've learned to do, heading straight for the cupboard. "Does anyo-" 

"Please," says James, at the same time as Remus says, "If you don't mind." 

Sirius stands and slides himself between the counter and the back of Remus' chair to help. It doesn't take much more than that for the conversation to split in two. Remus and James start talking about the latter's next quidditch game. 

Sirius grabs three glasses from the cupboard and bumps your hip. "Do you want to go sit back down?" he asks quietly. 

"No." 

"Not hungry?" 

You don't answer because the answer is disappointing. No, you're not hungry. If it weren't for their company you'd be curled in a ball in bed with a pillow pulled over your head.

"Do you want a hug?" he asks, even quieter. 

You've enough wits about you to laugh. Sirius offering you two hugs in one day? 

"What did I dress as last Halloween?" you ask him, turning on the tap. 

He kicks open the freezer and tears into the new bag of ice cubes. You watch him add ice to your cups one by one. "You were an angel." He closes the freezer. "We matched. I was the devil. Why?" 

"Thought maybe you were someone masquerading as you." 

"You were testing me?" 

"You passed."

"Sit down," he says, rolling his eyes. 

You take a glass for you and James and set them down. Sirius does the same for himself and Remus, though he complains about Sirius spilling water all over his sleeve, to which Sirius smiles flirtatiously and reaches into his cup for an ice cube. 

They enter into a childish kerfuffle of Sirius trying to drop and ice cube down Remus' back. James pretends to be above it, though you know had he been in either of their seats he would be doing the same. 

"Idiots," he says cheerily.

"You're the same brand." 

He grins at you. "Did Sirius and I argue today? Even once? After I called him a bitch, that is." 

"No," you admit, to your own surprise. 

"Exactly. Remus is the problem." 

You slide your fork under your egg and drop it onto James's plate. He eats it in two impressive mouthfuls before Remus is any the wiser.

"I don't think that's true," you say, cutting your chips into pieces and trying to make yourself eat them. You ultimately can't face it. 

"Not hungry?" James asks. 

He's giving you his most brotherly look. Slightly scolding, slightly concerned. His dark curls bounce as he leans toward you. 

"Eat a bit more and after we'll share what's left of the madeira," he suggests. 

"How generous of you." 

"You know me, shortcake." 

You just can't eat. You feel weirdly close to tears no matter how nice James is being, or that Remus had made your dinner with care, or even that Sirius is stealing peeks at you. Their affection actually makes it all feel much worse, like you could burst into tears at any moment. It's so embarrassing to feel like this and have them know it, have their pity. You've far from earned it. 

You nibble at the same chip for the next ten minutes until everyone is finished, and then you offer to do the dishes. You lift your own plate before anyone can look at it, holding your hand out in wait for their dishes. James stacks the remaining plates and you almost drop them trying to carry them to the sink. 

You scrape off the food and rinse them. Sirius starts to clear off the table. James declares himself a guest, nabs the madeira and heads for the living room, Remus hot on his heels. 

"Let me ask you something," Sirius says. 

You wait for him to continue, a hot sponge in hand, soaping up the plates and oily frying pan. He doesn't. "Yeah," you say lightly, because he's still your friend even when you feel like nothing is worth anything, "ask me, Siri." 

His footsteps are quiet behind you, moving from one end of the kitchen to the other as he cleans. "If I…" Bleach sprays over the tops. He appears behind you sudden and close to grab the dish cloth. You can almost feel the heat of him. 

You turn to look at his face. He wrings the cloth out blindly, eyes on you in turn. "If I wanted a hug, would you give me one?" 

"You want a hug?" you ask. 

"Is that weird?" 

"No, of course not. It just," you turn back to your dishes and rinse off the last two plates in succession, "isn't like you?" 

"You don't think so?" 

Drying your hands with the tea towel, you lean against the sink and watch him wipe down the countertops. He's clumsy, but he does it exactly as Remus had shown him when you first moved in.

"I like them from you," he says, tossing the sullied cloth in the sink. 

"Do you want one?" you ask.

He opens his arms. You step toward him without any reluctance or hesitance. If he's only asking because he thinks you need one, you don't want it. But if he wants one himself…

"Are you okay?" you ask, voice smothered where your face rubs against his collar. 

The t-shirt he's wearing is soft under your arms. You cling to the sensation, moving one hand slowly up the dip of his spine just to feel the fabric. 

He shudders and wraps you up tight. His hugs are always like this, firm and no-nonsense. Comforting, sweet, but solid. His hand finds the tense space between your shoulders, his thumbs digs in, falls back, and digs in again. It hurts just enough to feel good. 

"I'm alright. I've been thinking about us." 

Cheek pressed to his collarbone, you stare at the bump of his upper arm. "You have?" 

"Florish and Blotts won't take us back," he says.

You relax. Right, he's thinking of your current unemployment.

"But I think James' mum can get us something, if I ask her." 

"Like what?" 

His mini massage pauses. "Um… I don't know. I doubt we'll get anything in Diagon Alley again." 

"Sorry," you murmur. 

"It's okay."

"I don't think you should've stayed home with me." 

"I like staying home with you." 

"But enough to lose your job?" 

"Wanna know a secret?" 

You're afraid of what he has to say, but you nod.

"I didn't wanna work there without you. I'm not entirely selfless." 

You marvel at what he's said and the way he's said it. You love his voice. Some might say Sirius talks too stoically, but the longer you've known him the lighter his voice has become. 

"I'm glad we're friends," you say, squishing your cheek to his chest. 

He laughs. You can feel it. "Me too." 

"Like, really glad. You and Remus and James. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

Feelings aren't something Sirius has ever been attuned to, but he tries for you, clearing his throat to say, "I don't know what you'd do either." 

"Tell me how you really feel." 

His hand stutters against your back. "Not like that," he says quickly. "I mean- I mean, I can't imagine your life without me in it. I can't imagine my life without you. Without Prongs or Moony. It's like imagining a cup of tea with no milk in it." 

"Some people like tea without milk." 

"Some people are twats, that doesn't have anything to do with me," he says, shrugging. 

You peel away from him and straighten some of the hair curled around his cheekbones affectionately. 

In the living room, James and Remus seem to be having a similarly fond checkup. James has pulled Remus' left arm – notorious for aching – and has coerced him into a 'massage', wherein James pulls it this way and that, gentle, caring. Not a massage, but he's trying his best. 

"-yeah… Well, what did you think? Did they help?" 

"I don't know, Prongs. I think so, but it might've been in my head." 

James shrugs. "I'll get you some more anyways. Maybe it will take a while to work." 

Remus sighs with a general blasé attitude you're not sure he feels and sinks further toward James, the two of them as close as they can be on the smaller of the sofa's. You and Sirius sit in the larger, not quite as close as your friends are to each other, but almost. 

"I saw this thing in the prophet about a potion," James continues. 

Remus has already read all about it. "I saw it. It'll be years before they know for sure, and it… well, it's more expensive than I'll ever be able to afford, anyway. But maybe," he adds when James' smile drops. 

James doesn't stay defeated for long. He drops his gaze to Remus' arm and pushes his thumbs down the soft of it one after the other. "Lily's mum had something for her-" 

"Cataracts?" Sirius asks. 

"Irritable bowels?" Remus asks. 

"Pancreas?" you ask, to Sirius' glee. 

"She's a poorly lady." 

"We know." He brings her up often enough.

James glares at you all and flops down, dejected. He's careful not to tug at Remus, but besides that he's downright petulant. "You guys have been the fucking worst since I moved out. Constantly ganging up on me, watching movies without me-" 

"What would you have us do, Prongs? Never watch a film again?" Sirius asks. 

"We'll have to start a book club." 

"Or a games club," you say seriously. You and Remus make a winning scrabble team. 

"No! Absolutely no fun is to be had while I'm not here! Or I'll feel very left out!" 

"I doubt the book club would be very much fun," Sirius says, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, arms behind his head. "Remus'll have us reading all his sky-fi-"

"Sci-fi." 

"- rubbish. Next we'll be speaking in tongues and-" 

"Sirius," you say, jabbing him in the ribs. "Remus doesn't speak in tongues." 

"You didn't hear him retelling his last novel the other night, doll. I think he started making up words, toward the end." 

Remus grins. "They were believable, weren't they?" he asks, sounding so happy it immediately infects the rest of you. 

You start to laugh as quietly as you can manage. James attempts no such discretion. 

-

Your room doesn't look as bright at night. The walls don't glow like they had. The sickly, tickling smell of wet paint sticks to the back of your nose. You count backward from one hundred slowly and try not to think about the past, things you don't want to think about. You try not to think about your job. Every time you do, you start counting down again. You've yet to break eighty. 

You reach your hand out in front of you. The light from Sirius' room creeps under your doorway, just enough to illuminate the contours of your knuckles. You tense your hand, hold it high and leave it there. 

None of these tricks ever work. 

Your hand starts to ache. You curl it toward you and sigh, annoyed. Where your low mood earlier in the day had felt like a burning distraught, a panic, it now feels closer to defeat. I want to kill myself becomes less of an urgent wish and more of a cold truth. There's nothing heart-pounding to it. Only guilt. 

You sit up in the dark, sheets cold over your naked legs. Your hands fall in the space between them. A marionette. 

Five seconds of pressure, you think. 

The floorboards creak as you cross the room. You flick on an old lamp and sit at your desk, still covered by a sheet to protect your books from paint. From under the sheet you recover your current library book, a collection of poems. Your journal's nowhere to be seen. You're not sure this is a poem you want to recount, anyhow. 

The paper is worn under your touch. You read back the poem for the tenth time this week.

IN MEMORY OF A FRIEND

John, I have been trying to find you in water. 

Scales racing down the lengths of your legs 

and the shadows of you painted luminous. 

Your hair moves as if silk sprouts between 

your ears. The light can hardly reach you. 

You dance in it. In actuality, nothing so fanciful 

would remain of you. 

I have been trying to find you in wood. 

I see you running through tall grass, see you 

swapping your hands for claws. Your eyes turn

silver. Again, it's too grand, so I imagine you 

a puppet. Dainty wooden limbs suspended by 

clear twine. Five seconds of pressure all it takes 

to cut you loose. 

I have been trying to find you in light.

On stage, I dream you with your face made up

and all your bruises covered. A casino of colour,  

a rainbow splayed over your show clothes. If 

you've gone somewhere you don't want to be 

followed, let it be in the glitz and glimmer of 

the limelight. 

John, I have been trying to find you. 

I look for you in everything. Your bruises, your 

moods. I see a spider's thread in the sun and 

expect to find you strung up at the end. Five 

seconds of pressure. Take off your costume.

John, I have been trying to keep you here. 

John, I wish you'd wanted to be kept.

.

You scratch the paper with your nail very gently. 

It's the kind of poem that makes you worry about yourself. 

You edge out of your room and listen at the door jam for your friends. Soft snores from Remus' room. Silence from Sirius', his light now off. You pad across the landing to his room anyhow. 

You don't knock, only push the door open a half inch and whisper, "Siri?" 

He's curled on his side away from you. For a moment you think he's still sleeping, but then his arm drops behind him and he pulls back the sheets. 

You close his door slowly and climb in beside him, face to the back of his head, a perfect image of his stance. His bed smells so strongly of him you have to hold your breath. 

"Is the paint bothering you?" he whispers, voice husky with sleep. 

Your friends at the dinner table. His dark curls a half inch from your nose. 

You don't ever want your friends to have to look for you. 

"Do you really think James' mum can get us a job?" you murmur. 

"Don't worry about that," he says. You can practically hear his brows furrowing. "I'll find us something else if she can't. Everything will be okay." 

You wait for his breathing to even out and curl your pinky finger with his, like a promise. 

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[james-sunshine-potter]

Truth be told, Sirius probably spent the majority of the time with James’ dead body convinced that if he tried hard enough, that he could wake him up.

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