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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 1 year

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Summary: You are at a halloween party with your boyfriends until everything goes south.

Warnings: foursome, pentravtive sex, oral (male) recieving, jelousy, slapping, rough sex, anal, lmk if I missed any!

You and your boyfriends walk into the booming house, excited to see what tonight would bring. You all were invited to this halloween party and you guys could not pass up the opportunity. You were dressed up as snow white and your Remus was dressed up as sleepy, James was dressed up as dopey, and Sirius was dressed up as grumpy from snow white.

“This looks promising, let's all go in and I'll bring some drinks' ' Sirius told your group as you guys walked into the house, feeling the vibration from the music all throughout your body. Sirius pointed to a corner of the house and told all of you to wait for him over there and then Remus followed him stating that he had to use the bathroom really quickly.

Now it was just you and James left in the corner of the room. “I see someone from the quidditch team. I'll be the right back princess. '' He hurried and gave you a kiss on the cheek and then there was one left. You stayed in the spot waiting for at least one of your boyfriends to come back until you realized that the line for the bathroom and the drinks were probably long and you could see James from across the room still having the conversation with his friend.

Sighing you make your way to James wrapping your hand around his arm waiting for his conversation to be over. “Oh look at what we have here, how are you doing y/n?’ his friend asks you to quietly say that you're good with a smile on your face before he jumps into asking his next question.

“Yall think you guys have room for one more in this dating fest you guys got going on” James' face gets serious as you laugh at his friend's joke trying to get along with his teammate. You wink at him with a grin on your face. “I don't know do you think you could handle it?” his friend's face lights up in hope “Hell yes-” you didn't get to hear the rest of his sentence as you are dragged away.

James looked at you with a look of distaste on his face before he left without saying anything to his friend leading you back to where you guys first were now with Sirius and Remus waiting there for you guys. “Where did you guys go?” Rumus asked while Sirius handed you guys red solo cups you could immediately smell the scent of alcohol from it. Sirius notices the look on James' face, “What’s wrong James?” he asks before you could answer Remus.

“Fucking y/n is recurting people into our relasonship now” he spit out with anger to your group all of your boys turn to look at you. “What does he mean y/n?” Remus said, starting to get noticeably upset. You shake your head trying to reassure them “I was joking when I asked if he could handle it, he is one of James' friends I was trying to be friendly.”

Sirius shook his head “There is no need to be friendly and don’t try to act like you wouldn't have our heads if we said the same thing, we have a right to be upset” he was right about that and you were out of words to say as you couldn't defend yourself anymore. Wrapping his arm around your waist Sirius leads you upstairs with Remus and James following behind you guys.

Sirius looks for an empty room and opens the door urging you guys to walk inside it. You walk inside and go to stand at the edge of the bed waiting to see how they were going to punish you. “Do you think it's funny to joke about our relationship to other people y/n?” Remums asked, waiting for your answer. You shook your head not trusting your voice at the moment.

“That's not good enough sweetheart get on the bed ass up face down” He demanded you nodded and took off your clothes before you walked over to the bed and got in position. You hear the jingle of a belt assume that one of them was taking their pants off before you feel a sharp pain on your ass cheek making you cry out and fist your hands on the sheets.

“We take this relationship very seriously, princess.” James explained before grabbing the belt from Remus and hitting your behind with it for the second time. Your ass was hot from the burning sensation but you also were starting to get wet in between your thighs. “Excatly we don’t take this relasonship serious just so you can fucking joke about it to the next person like a whore” Sirus joined in giving you on last hit with the belt before pulling down his pants to your coustume, walking towards the head board of the bed.

“Open up wide and make sure to breathe through your nose” He advised while rubbing your cheek pushing the tip of his cock through your lips throwing his head back at the contact of your warm mouth around him. “Wait a second James” Sirus said before James pulled his cock out of your mouth he grabbed your hand making you stand up on the bed and then went to lay under you naked. Reaching up he grabs your waist with one hand and then grabs his hard erection with the other.

He slowly pushes you down on his cock and you brace yourself on his chest already feeling so full of him. You lean over once again wrapping your lips around James cock bobbing your head as he moans into the quiet room. Remus was behind you preping your ass to take him before he circles his cock on the rim of your hole before he slowly pushes it in causing you to take in a sharp breath.

After a few seconds you guys were all moving in the same tempo and all you could hear in the room was the sound of skin slapping and you choking on James cock. All of your men are praising you for taking them so well at the same time. “Thank you so much for lettting us use you like this princess, fuck your making all of us feel so fucking good.” James said while looking into your eyes while he was fully fucking your face.

Your body was sweaty, drool was coming out of the corner of your lips and you were so wet from the pleasure that was being given to you right now. All of your holes were being stretched out by all the men you love and that fact turned you on even more as you felt yourself about to hit your breaking point. You moan around James cock and they can all tell you about to cum but that doesn't make them slow down their pace, it makes them go faster.

Tears sprung out of eyes as you crash in to your orgasm hard as all you can see is darkness from squeezing your eyes shut and you choke as your feel James cum in your mouth moving his hand to close around your throat making sure that he can feel you swallow all of it as Remus and Sirius overstimulate you with their cocks. “Good job sweetheart, you're taking us like such a good girl,” Sirus said, wrapping his mouth on your nipple, swirling his tongue around it, whimpering as he close to coming.

James connects his lips with yours before he moves one of his hands to your clit chuckling at how wet you were on his fingers. You could feel Remus behind you as he put kisses and bite marks on your shoulders. “Fuck were about to cum doll, gives us all you got pretty girl” Remus says sweetly as you whimper on James tongue as they all move in union bringing you to your second orgasm of the night as you feel Sirus and Remus fill both of your holes up as you fall apart on top of them.

James disconnects his lips from yours wiping the saliva off your lips with the fingers he pleased you with putting them in his mouth licking the mix of your cum and both of the saliva on his tongue. Remus and Sirius both pull out, helping you lay on the bed before wiping you off and carefully putting your clothes back on. After about 10 minutes you guys make yourself look presentable and walk out of the door and walking down the stairs join the party again.

James sees his friend from earlier and carefully moves his hand to sweep your hair to one side of your shoulder showcasing the bite marks and hickeys all of them have left on your skin.

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thebestofoneshots · 8 months

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Star please! My pronouns are she/her and I am into guys, and am open to poly!marauders!

If you know star signs: I’m a Libra sun, Aries moon, sag rising, Libra mercury, Leo Venus, and libra mars

I’m an intp, 6’1, and I play volleyball. I love listening to music and have a record collection! I’m also a huge film buff :) I’m pretty shy but make friends very easily. People often tell me to speak up but my voice is just not super loud lol. I don’t always like to, but I’m getting better at standing up for myself. My love language varies person to person, but I love physical touch, quality time, and giving gifts.

Thank you so much and congrats on the milestone!! You deserve it all and so much more, you are such a good writer :)

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I definitely ship you with Sirius and James. However, Sirius was the first one to notice you. It all started during Christmas when you received a package from your Muggle family. It contained yet another record for your collection – the Diamond Dogs deluxe edition by David Bowie. You were instantlly excited by it, and youre excitment could be percived by others.

Sirius, allthought unfamiliar with the album, instantly recognized Bowie on the cover so he approached you with a playful grin, “Hey sweets, you’re in my Transfiguration class, aren’t you?”

You nodded, “You’re Sirius Black.”

He smiled, glad that you recognized him too, and casually sat next to you, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you. Initially, you found it a bit strange how comfortable he seemed around you, but his relaxed aura eventually put you at ease.

He shared how he had stayed at school during Christmas to help his friend with some tasks, and how he didn’t really want to go home because of his less-than-pleasant family. You told him about your Muggle family and how they believed it was best for you to stay at school to avoid the Death Eaters. You admitted missing your family and being happy to receive a letter from them.

When the conversation grew somber, he skillfully changed the topic and asked about your album. Excitedly, you shared details about your collection and music preferences. He told you about the cassettes he had received from his cousin Andromeda and promised to make you a mixtape someday. He enjoyed making them for his friends. Your bond only strengthened from that point, and Sirius developed a massive crush on you, growing every time he discovered something new about you. He thought you were absolutely magical, and that, without even thinking about the fact that you were quite literally a witch.

One day, you were in Sirius' room listening to your records since you didn't want to disturb your roommates. James Potter entered, not noticing you both resting on the floor with your backs against the bed. Assuming he was alone, he started humming along to your favorite song. Just as you were about to speak up, Sirius covered your mouth, a cheeky grin on his face. Soon, James started his own impromptu concert, singing at the top of his lungs. Eventually, he began dancing and spotted both of you, with Sirius' hand still covering your mouth.

"Padfoot!" He said reproachfully.

You removed Sirius’ hand from your mouth and gave James an apologetic smile “Hey James!” you said quietly “That was great conert.”

James turned beet red upon realizing you'd seen his performance "How long did you—"

"—The whole thing," Sirius teased.

James was so distressed at that point the only thing you could think to do to ease the tension was to smile at him and say “Wanna join us?”

You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a shy James Potter in your life, but here he was, nodding quietly and walking to seat beside you. You were sitting in the middle, with the two boys at your side. And you three just grew closer from then, it was like the boys didn’t want to be away from you.

While in the beginning you thought Sirius was clingy, he had nothing on James Potter. Whenever they were around you, they were close, in a very literal sense. They always had to be touching you somehow, either by brushing shoulder to shoulder, an arm draped over you, or leaning their heads on your shoulders in the Great Hall, especially Sirius, who always complained about having to wake up early for flying. Those touches slowly became something more: kisses on the cheek, holding your hand, a cheeky hand on your thigh, or backhugs. And while they did sometimes fight for your affection, neither of them seemed bothered by the other pulling you onto their lap or snuggling you closer to them.

One day, you were listening to music in the common room and there was no one else around since you had skipped a class to be there. You were leaning against James’ chest while Sirius had his head resting on your lap; he’d asked you to play with his hair. It was often that you cuddled with the two at the same time, and you loved it, but it also confused you. You somehow mustered up the courage to ask, “What are we?”

“We’re Gryffindors,” James replied at the same time that Sirius said something like “The stars of the show.”

You sighed at their answer and motioned for Sirius to sit up with a light pull on his shoulders. “I meant what are we…” you said, emphasizing the last bit by pointing at the three of you.

James and Sirius exchanged a look. They’d had this conversation before, neither of them willing to give you up, so they settled on sharing. They were both okay with it; in fact, they enjoyed cuddling each other too. “Whatever you want us to be, angel,” Sirius answered earnestly, grabbing one of your hands and intertwining your fingers together.

“If you want us to pull away, or one of us to step back away, we’ll respect your wish, but–” James started.

“–Neither of us wants that,” Sirius finished.

You looked at the two of them. “Neither… neither do I.”

BONUS:

The mixtape Sirius made for you: 1. "Space Oddity" by David Bowie 2. "Dream On" by Aerosmith 3. "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin 4. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye 5. "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen 6. "Hotel California" by Eagles 7. "Imagine" by John Lennon 8. "Let's Stay Together" by Al Green 9. "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton 10. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen

A/N: Hope you like this lil thing I made for you sweets, it got out of hand, as always, but I kind of absolutely adore the result, our boys are so adorbale, it's almost impossible to handle ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Sending you great vibes, Lilly xxx

MASTERLIST

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madwcman · 1 month

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Hi sweetie (can I call you that? Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable) can I request something that goes like poly marauders x slytherin reader where they figure out they like reader and reader also likes them back but she feels like they don’t like her that way. Angst with fluff something like. Is okay if you can’t take care of yourself <33

a/n: i want to start off and say thank you for requesting and im so sorry i’m posting this late! but i hope you enjoy, this is my first time writing ploy! marauders so please be kind. also i’m not uncomfortable by you calling me sweetie!! :)

pairing: poly! marauders x slytherin! reader

having a crush on three out of the four marauders was just absolutely dense on your half. not only were you a close friend of theirs but james, sirius and remus were in a relationship together, joining in an already formed relationship seemed foolish to you. especially since they were so happy together. you gathered that james, remus and sirius just couldn’t see you in a romantic light.

so you decided to avoid them the best you could. and it wasn’t really that hard. considering you were a slytherin, you just hid in your dorm most of the time. other times where you would see the boys you would just ignore them. if they waved, smiled or even called out your name you would ignore them. and run in the other direction away from them.

“dove, you’re avoiding us.” you look up from the book you were reading and see remus, james and sirius standing in front of you in the library. you’re surprised they’re all in the library, especially james and sirius considering they hate to be quiet and being quiet is the mandatory rule in the library.

“i don’t know what you mean.” you mutter quietly, looking back to your book. avoiding their narrow eyes. “yes you do.” sirius, speaks sourly as you hear the chairs scraping against the floors. looking back up, you see sirius and remus have taken a seat across from you while james sits beside you with a strained smile. “no sirius, i don’t.” you snap back, closing your book. you start to gather your things ready to take your leave to avoid the boys once again.

“will you please just talk to us?” you turn to james, as you stand from your chair. his hair is a little messy from him running his fingers through it, his face looks more red than usual. he looks at you with an angry face. he’s angry with you. “we just want to know what we did.” he waves his hand around between him, sirius and remus. you look at each of the boys with anticipation. you finally let out a sigh and sit back down.

“are you going to talk to us now?” remus asks, he sounds and looks hopeful. you shake your head miserably. this will surely end your friendship with the boys. “well are you going to explain?” sirius ask,

“i’ve been avoiding you three because i want to be with you guys romantically.” you admit, with a gloomy tone. “oh.” they all speak at the same time. you start to tear up and wait for them to reject you. and then later on break up the friendship you guys had. “dove, what’s wrong?” you hear remus get up from his seat across from you and bend down beside you. “dove?”

“are you guys going to stop being friends with me?” you mumble out. closing you eyes. “no, why would we honey?” james ask, rubbing your back softly. “because you guys don’t feel the same.”

“we never said that.” you hear sirius speak, he standing beside remus, he’s not good with comforting but you hear the worry in his tone. you can see he’s trying his best. “what?” you look up from your lap. to look at sirius in disbelief. “we’ve never said that, love.” sirius tells you sweetly, as he moves to bend down with remus.

“we’ve all have actually liked you for a while now.” james admits. “we’ve been meaning to tell you, but you’ve been avoiding us.” remus explains. laughing a little at the situation you guys were in. “oh,” you utter dumbly to yourself. sirius laughs, you feel a little embarrassed but can’t help but smile at yourself.

i’m sorry.” you laugh out, still nervous and embarrassed for avoiding them. you feel slightly silly. “there's no need to apologize,” james rushes out, feeling bad at the thought that you needed to apologize to them. “but you could make it up by going on a date with us.” sirius smiles as he moves in to kiss your cheek.

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ellecdc · 10 days

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(not a request, just some thoughts to ponder! godspeed regarding exams dear elle <3)

Thinking about ploy!marauders x reader who get together after Harry's been born? I would think that Remus and Sirius would have been together since school. But reader's always been stuck pining after her loves who were all already in relationships.

But once James and Lily separate the dynamic shifts and I can totally picture Sirius throwing it out there that they should all give being together a good go. James and Lily are still good friends, happily co-parenting.

Just stuck on the idea of what you think the reader and marauders role in raising Harry would be? would they be auntie and uncles? or function more like step-parents? And when James has Harry for the week how would that change their routine? Curious to hear your thoughts!

Lots of love :)

okay okay okay okay I don't have a fic for this but I have another request that I think needs this background for the head canon's I've been obsessed with based off of this suggestion (with @unstablereader's help)

so this isn't a fic but this is an inside look on how a lot of my fics are formulated 🤣😭

okay so I always hate the idea of Lily and James separating 😭 so either it was super amicable OR maybe Harry was the result of a drunken hook up between the two friends?? (before Jamie was with the other Marauders)

either way, I totally think the other's would have a parental/step-parent role. Like if the boys weren't called papa (Sirius) or da (Remus) etc, he'd certainly be like "at my house with my daddy and my moony and my pads!" and Pandora (I love me some good Pandalily) would be 'ma' and Lily was mummy.

So where @unstablereader and I went wild was maybe reader was our whimsical reader? And when Harry was quite young (toddler) and Siri & Jamie were aurors (so would be at work) and in a Voldemort free au we figured maybe Rem would start teaching earlier? That reader would watch Harry for them when it was Jamie's week with their son

And the boys were all obviously in love with her but none of them did anything about it yet. So we imagined this happening during one of Lily & James' exchanges or parent dates:

Lily: so, Y/N's been around a lot lately, yeah? James: oh yeah she's amazing; I mean, three of us and still our household would probably crash and burn if not for her Lily: *knowing smirk*, hm, so when are you guys going to make it official? James: I beg your pardon? Lily: please, Potter. I see the way you blokes look at her James: no no, it's not like that... *not convincing at all* Lily: James. Do you know what Harry calls her? James:........ Lily: he calls her "lovie". in fact, he calls her "his lovie". He thinks that's her name, James. James:...... Lily: he said, and I quote, "I was at home with my daddy, and my papa, and my da, and my lovie!" James:...... Lily: listen here; I have eyes, potter. and if she's as lovely as you're saying she is, you three better snatch her up before panda and I do.

then we imagined that maybe Sirius and Rem were close by

Sirius: *barges in out of no where* NO RED PLEASE YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US Remus: Sorry guys, I tried to tell him to leave you guys to it. But now that we're here: Lils, please have mercy. The three of us can compete with you and Pandora??? Lily: you guys have a week and then fair's fair.

so a week later when Lily comes by to pick Harry up and reader is there

Lily: *sultry* hello darling y/n: Hello Lily! You know, if you'd asked first I would've said yes Lily: well if they don't treat you right, you know where to find us *James & Sirius come racing over* James: lovie, step away from the door right now Sirius: no more talking to Evans unsupervised *Remus walks in with Harry on his hip* Harry [speaking toddlerese]: mummy! is my wuvie going to wive at bof of Harry's houses? Lily: I'm not sure Has; what does your lovie think? Sirius: *panicked squawking* I SAID YOU CAN'T HAVE HER RED *throws reader over shoulder and disappears further into the house*

the end :)

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you

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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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you have to kiss under the mistletoe, it’s the rules.

who knew a small bundle of leaves could change everything?

warnings/tags: no warnings,, james x female reader,, mutual pining,, oblivious!james,, down bad james,, he doesn’t know what a mistletoe is exactly but he’s trying

“you know that’s not a mistletoe right?” you said pointing at the bundle of greenery in james’ hands. “if that’s what you think you’re holding.”

craning your neck to look up at your fellow gryffindor trying and failing to tie what appears to be a branch to the ceiling

“what?” looking down at his hands and then sending you a frown, “of course it’s a mistletoe?”

“it’s not,” popping your hip and quirking your eyebrow. “that’s just a bunch of leaves.” looking down to the table beside his very wobbly ladder. the various collection of leaves and random flowers tied in red ribbons. picking one “mistletoe” from the bunch and twisting it on your fingers, fighting a smile to appear on your face. ignoring the growing fondness in your chest for james’ misstep.

“it is?” now he looks to the thing as if it had offended him in some way. “but sirius said it’s a mistletoe.” he whined still hovering high in the ceiling.

showing him the “mistletoe” in your hands, scoffing up a laugh, “this is literally an evergreen branch,” grabbing another from the bunch, “this one is just cherries and plastic leaves.”

he slowly came down with a whispered charm, pockets full of random greenery and berries. “are any of these mistletoes?”

“not even a single one.” you try to hold back a laugh, knowing he doesn’t do well when he’s undermined. looking at him mope and push around the decorations huffing, a slight pout on his lips. “why are you even putting these up in the common room?”

he flushed red, freezing in his woe, “i just,” he looked away, looking anywhere but you. eye darting from edge of the room to the other. “i thought the room could be more festive for the party.”

“you’re not using this as a ploy to kiss someone, are you?” you teased, desperately hoping for it to be false but masking it to sound nonchalant, “because that is just sleazy,” crossing your arms and looking at him pointedly.

you see him deflate and turn ever redder. the implication of his reaction making you frown for real this time.

“you were!” pointing at him, aghast.

he shook his head, “no!” looking at you now, “like you said it’s sleazy, so how could you even think i’d do that?”

you squint you eyes, suspicious, “you sound too guilty for someone claiming innocence.”

he scoffs, cheeks still tinted pink hastily grabbing the various leaves and ribbons, “i beg your pardon!” he gasped, “i’m not that desperate to rely on a plan to get someone to kiss me.”

“padfoot, we need cancel the plan.” james exclaimed the second he entered the dorm.

sirius sitting up from remus’ bed, leaves glued to the ends of fingers.

“what? why?”

james heaves a sigh, dropping the ribbons and leaves on the ground without a care, “she said doing this would be sleazy.”

“you told her the plan?” sirius screeched, pulling the stuck ferns on his fingers.

“no, she said it after seeing the leaves.” the curly haired marauder huffed offended that sirius thinks he’ll snitch, “these aren’t mistletoes, by the way.”

sirius looked down to the greens on his lap, “what?”

remus rolls his eyes, sitting up next to sirius, “i told you these aren’t mistletoes.”

sirius looks like his entire world is crumbling down, and james sort of knows how that feels, “then what are these?”

“leaves,” james replied, walking carefully to his bed.

“even these?!” pointing frantically to the red berries on the floor.

“i think those are just cranberries,” petter piped, throwing one in his mouth, “yup, definitely cranberries.”

sirius crosses his arms, indignant. “and you didn’t tell me after i tied about 50 of ‘em?”

peter shrugs, “thought you would have realized by the second one,”

before sirius could blow off at peter, remus turns to james and frowns, “you alright there mate?”

james slumping on his bed, glasses now lay perched top of his head. looking an image of utter defeat.

“what am i supposed to do now? i was going to use the mistletoe to confess,” he grumbled, looking down on his lap.

oblivious to sirius sitting up straighter on his bed, looking like he’s seen a ghost in the door left opened by james. remus following his boyfriend’s lead and seeing you standing in the middle of the entryway, your hands full of christmas decorations and some of the “mistletoes” james left in the common room.

james, bless his heart, still unaware of the heavy silence in the room—continued to moan about his ruined plan. “i was gonna give her the best damned kiss under the mistletoe and then when i’m looking into her eyes, i’ll say i like her and ask her to be my girlfriend. she’ll say she likes me back, of course, because it is just that good and then we’ll kiss again, and then everyone will just fade into the background and then we’ll have a son—“

by now peter has also noticed your presence, gestured for you to be quiet. the three of the marauders looking at each other and grinning

remus spoke first, “just tell her you like her then, it doesn’t have to be an elaborate plan.”

“and give her the most basic confession ever?” he scoffs, “i don’t think so.”

sirius held back a smirk itching to show on his face, “why bother jamie boy? it’s just a confession.”

“just a confession? it’s the start of our relationship! it’s going the story to tell to our kids and grandkids!” face turning red from frustration. “it’s gonna be the basis on how we start our relationship and you’re telling me it’s just a confession?!”

peter, his head on his hand, looking at james amused. “who are we talking about again?”

“y/n! we’re talking about y/n and how i like her and how i probably botched my chance to confess before the year ends, again, and having another year of unrequited pining again—“

“james?”

he freeze, feeling the blood in his veins stop, hearing your soft voice, the prettiest voice he had ever heard — he claimed before. and now even with a blurry vision, can see his friends looking at him all smug and goofy. and then he turns ever slowly, catching your figure standing in his dorm, looking as pretty as ever.

“y/n,” he muttered, “how much did you hear?”

you bit your lip to stop your smile from growing and failing, “not much.”

he was about to smile in relief, and probably deny and deny and never go back to hogwarts but then you spoke again,

“if we are going to have a son, what names do you think is nice?”

he plants his face on his pillow, face flashing red as he groans, “this is so embarrassing,”

you stepped closer, feeling your heart beat faster and fingers hot from embarrassment, but you pushed through. thinking this time is as good as any.

“do you like me?” you whispered once you were close enough to his bed, “james?”

he raises his head a little to see your gaze, his glasses sliding from his hair to his nose perfectly.

“no!”

you raise your eyebrows in shock, “no?”

he sits up properly now, shaking his head frantically, “i mean yes, i like you but,”

“but?” tilting your had slightly in question, and james hate how cute you look in this moment while he’s probably a raging mess.

“you weren’t supposed to find out this way,” he murmured, an embarrassed pout on his pink lips. “it was supposed to be spectacular.”

you sat down on his bed, hand dangerously close to his, “i like this version too.”

“really?”

“yes,” you whispered, the smile on your face now out for him to marvel at.

soon his smile mirrored yours. looking nothing but a bunch of fools sheepishly grinning at each other.

both of you almost forgot the audience in the room if not for the whistle remus gave that captured both of your attention. he was holding his wand, while the other two wolfishly grinned at the two of you, gesturing to look up.

you follow their instructions and saw green grapes with a fern, floating above your heads. you bit your lip to stop your laugh. you make a mental note to bring an actual mistletoe once you come back from the holidays.

you hear james clear his throat, looking to see his flushed cheeks and an almost hopeful glint in his eyes. adjusting in his seat and a small dimpled smile on his pretty face.

“should we?” he whispers, “it is a christmas tradition you know, no matter how sleazy.”

“i mean if we have to,” you sigh tired and irritated but the flushing smile on your face betrays you.

you wanted to point out it wasn’t a mistletoe so you really didn’t have to kiss, just to tease him a little longer. but his soft lips slowly melting unto yours, you decided to make an exception.

james grabs the back of your neck in hopes to deepen the kiss even more, as hoots and cheers starts bellowing in the room.

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Hellllo! Could you possibly write a ploy! marauders x reader who just got a new piercing? Like maybe they keep accidentally hitting it and like to help clean it :))

"fresh wounds"

eeeee!! my first ask, thank you so much lovely! hope you enjoy <3

You yelped a little as Sirius brushed your hair back, before leaning forward to press a butterfly kiss to your ear, right above one of your brand new piercings.

“Sorry Dove, didn’t mean to snag it,”

“S’alright Sirius, I know.”

“Are you torturing my poor, healing darling?” James accused, squeezing your hand and he frowned from his place sat in front of you. Even if you couldn't see it, you could practically feel Sirius roll his eyes.

"They're fine, Prongs," he drawled, continuing his expert work of plaiting your hair, "A helix piercing isn't going to kill 'em."

James's frown only deepened before he pressed his forehead against yours, whispering conspiratorially, "You'll tell me if he's being too rough. Just 'cause he's got a million piercings and twice as many infections, doesn't mean you have to as well."

You giggled, whispering a quiet, "I will," as Sirius scowled.

"I heard that, you prick. I'll have you know, only one of my piercings has been infected-"

At this James gasped, pulling you fully away from Sirius and into his arms, staring at him in scandal. "So, you ARE diseased! You're going to ruin their healing process-"

"No, I'm not, you idiot-"

"Yes, you are-"

"Alright, leave it you two."

You giggled as Remus pulled you to your feet while simultaneously ending the boys' playful spat. He tucked a few loose pieces of hair behind your ears, inspecting the tops which were now adorned with little silver balls. He hummed, stroking his thumbs across your cheekbones as he held your face.

"Do they hurt, Dove?"

"Not more than normal," You smiled, melting into his warm presence, "They'll be fully healed soon enough."

"That's good. They look a little red, maybe we should clean them before we leave?"

"I helped them clean them before I did their hair," Sirius replied, standing as well to snag an arm around your waist and press yet another kiss to your ear. "Saline and all, no need to worry. Not to mention they won't stop twisting 'em."

Remus relaxed and smiled at you, softly saying, "That's alright then."

This in turn made you grin and flush slightly, going to tuck your hair behind your ear again. However, you winced as you caught the piercing, cupping your ear and hissing at the rush of pain. This made James shoot to his feet, grabbing your wrist and searching your face.

"Are you okay?' He asked, worry pooling in his eyes as you smiled again, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. When you leaned back, he seemed a little dazed, making you giggle as you stroked his cheek.

"I'm perfectly alright, Jamie. 'Specially when I've got you lot to take care of me."

This made him grin, pressing a fast kiss to your lips, before sharing very sweet ones with Remus and Sirius as well. Sirius smirked a little, chasing James's lips as he pulled back. He then pressed a teasing kiss to Sirius's nose before strutting towards the door, his smile blinding.

"You're so right, Dovey. Nothing's going to happen to you with us around, that's for sure."

hope this is good lovely!! plus, gave me a few ideas for some other drabbles, so thank you so much lol

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Werewolf

Remus Lupin x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: Artemis; wilderness, the moon, protection, hounds

Summary: Remus' SO decides to finally figure out why he's been looking so rough every month and gets more answers than they bargained for.

Word Count: 1,890

Category: Angst, Fluff

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Mysteries were overrated.

Every so often, when I dove headfirst into learning something new and spent hours doing that for fun, I wondered whether I should've been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor. But now, after spending far too long trying to reason my way to understanding, I'd decided to throw logic out the window and do some good old fashioned following people around instead. My Ravenclaw friends would never let me hear the end of it when I told them, but right now, I didn't care.

My boyfriend, Remus Lupin, had been ill on and off for months. He leaned on his friends, relied on them for support, but never turned to me. I'd talked to him once or twice, but he'd never given me a straight answer, and when the third month in a row came around that he looked on the verge of death's doorstep, I decided to get to the bottom of things one way or another.

Which was why I was out in the middle of the night on the Hogwarts grounds, trailing a far distance back from the Marauders as they moved in a pack. All of them except my boyfriend seemed in good spirits, and whatever was going on, I felt for Remus. I hadn't expected the adventure to take us out of the castle, so I still wore pajamas, and only love for my boyfriend kept me from turning right around to seek shelter from the cold night air.

To my surprise, the four boys ahead of me made straight for the Whomping Willow. I knew they were idiots, but I had no idea what possible draw the murder tree could have for them right now, especially with Remus so clearly feeling terrible. Then, in a flash, Peter disappeared.

I blinked and rubbed at my eyes, trying to figure out what I'd seen. Then, in the dull moonlight just barely filtering through the clouds, I saw a rat scurry across the roots of the tree. A moment later, the branches froze in place, and the remaining three boys ducked into a passage normally hidden among the roots, the rat following right after them.

Of course they were unregistered Animagi. I knew that month they'd spent barely talking hadn't been a ploy to mess with the Slytherin Quidditch team, or James trying to impress Lily with his friends' support, or anything else they'd claimed. But Remus hadn't been part of that.

Before I could second guess myself, I let every last ridiculous Gryffindor instinct take over and rushed to the tree, sliding into the hole at its base a split second before the branches began whipping around again furiously. I muttered a quick lumos to light the way ahead of me, then hurried after the boys.

Before I got very far into the tunnel, I heard horrifying screams coming from ahead, the same kinds people said came from the Shrieking Shack. I hesitated for half a second before racing off down the tunnel in the direction the boys had gone. Whatever that noise was, it wasn't good, and I needed to make sure Remus and our friends were alright.

I made it about ten steps forward before I collided with someone. They wrapped their arms around me and held me in place to keep me from moving forward, and after a moment's shouting and confusion, I recognized the person holding me.

"Y/N, you have to get out of here!" shouted James, his tone urgent. I'd never heard him yell like this before, never saw his cool composure drop to the level of the panic currently in his eyes.

"James, what's going on?" I cried. I heard that horrible screeching again, and I tried to move past him. "Where's Remus?"

"You have to leave, now! It's not safe-!"

A moment later, an earsplitting howl replaced the screaming. I froze and so did James, and our wide eyes slowly found each other. I knew that howl from Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was a werewolf.

"You have to run, now," James finally said, his voice low but firm. "If you don't, he'll kill you. It doesn't matter that he loves you, when he's transformed... he has no control."

"Is he... is he going to be okay?"

"Not if he comes back to himself to find out he killed you. Now get out!"

With that, James turned on his heel and transformed before my eyes into a gigantic, gorgeous stag. I could hear barking and snarling further down the corridor, still not close but definitely getting closer. I hesitated, hating to leave without doing anything, but James was right. I didn't have a choice.

I took off running back the way I'd come, trusting the Marauders to take care of Remus tonight. For now, that was the best I could do.

Commotion followed me the whole way out of the tunnel, getting just so slightly closer as to make me nervous. When I finally raced out of the tunnel, I just remembered to slam the root on the tree to stop the branches. I didn't look back as I raced up the grounds to the doors of the castle, finally breathing a sigh of relief from the safety of the entry hall.

I quickly ducked into the nearest secret passage lest Filch catch me out of bed, then slumped back against the wall and slowly sank to the ground. The adrenaline of the past few minutes crashed over me in waves, and I focused on taking long, deep breaths. Slowly, as I calmed down, the actual information that came with my investigation tonight sank in.

My boyfriend was a werewolf. His three best friend were unregistered Animagi, and they apparently spent every full moon with him in their animal forms.

Every DADA class we'd spent discussing werewolves (which, thankfully, hadn't been that many) suddenly came rushing back to me. All the time our teacher had spent talking about them as if they were monsters, while Remus just had to sit there and listen. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking a second to run the odds on expulsion if I punched a teacher.

Remus was nothing but the sweetest, most wonderful person I'd ever met, and I was so lucky to have him in my life. The thought of people ignoring that, of Remus' face if someone called him a monster... all I wanted to do was wrap him up tight in my arms and never let him go.

I decided to focus on that last feeling instead of the 'punch a teacher' feeling. I had no idea how long these transformations lasted, but I had a feeling Remus would be awfully beat up when he finally did make it back here. With a quick pitstop in the kitchens to grab a few of his favorite snacks, I headed back up to the Gryffindor common room to wait.

Only sheer force of will and a deep love for Remus kept me from passing out after the first hour. The fire was warm, the blanket nest I'd made on my favorite common room couch was comfortable, and the adrenaline dump just made me want to pass out. But I kept my eyes open, waiting for him to come back. Finally, a little after three in the morning, the portrait door swung open.

"Come on, Moony, let's get you upstairs."

"It's okay, nobody got hurt-"

The Marauders staggered into the common room, James and Sirius holding Remus between them as Peter held the door. They all froze on the spot, however, when they saw me waiting on the couch.

"Hey," I said, finally moving from the spot I'd spent the past few hours holding down. I blinked sleepy eyes and managed a smile as I approached Remus and the others. "Uh... do you guys mind if I get a minute with my boyfriend?"

James and Sirius shared significant looks, then both turned to Peter. After a moment's hesitation, they looked back at me and nodded.

"Moony we'll, uh... we'll see you upstairs," said James. He nodded to me as he eased away from Moony and headed for the stairs, Sirius following behind him with a narrow-eyed warning look in my direction. Peter followed, giving me a mix of a look between James and Sirius'. Then, finally, I was alone with my boyfriend.

"So... I'm still your boyfriend?" he asked. He leaned heavily to one side, away from me, as I approached him. The hurt and defeat in his voice ripped my heart open all over again.

"Rem... of course. I love you. Nothing could ever change that."

Remus didn't look like he quite believed me, but he drifted in my direction anyway. I smiled and closed the rest of the distance, taking up the position his friends had filled before. I wrapped an arm around his waist and started leading him towards the couch.

"You're not... afraid of me?"

I scoffed and helped Remus ease down into the blankets, then settled in next to him. I'd spent hours preparing this fort, and when I saw a little weight ease off of Remus' shoulders as he settled in, it was worth it.

"Of course I'm not afraid of you. I love you."

"But James said..."

"Never mind what James said. I love you, Rem, and nothing in the world could ever change that. I'm just sorry I couldn't do more to help you."

Remus huffed a laugh as I leaned against his side, then finally put his arm around me. I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he spoke and wrapping my arms around him in the most comforting hug I could.

"You find out I'm a werewolf and almost get killed in the process... and you're wishing you could've done more to help me?"

"I'm a Gryffindor, babe, I don't scare easy."

He laughed fully now, loud and joyous. It didn't last long, since he was clearly exhausted, but the sound made my heart sing.

"What on earth did I do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"

"You were a wonderful person every single day of your life, clearly. Now here, look what I got." Without further ado, I pulled out the snacks I'd stolen from the kitchen. Remus literally gasped.

"Did you get these for me?"

"Yup. If I'd gotten them for me, they'd've been gone already."

"You're wonderful. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"Yes, but I can always stand to hear it again." We shared a smile as Remus dug into the snacks, his head resting against mine, and then I sighed. "So... what do you think the odds are of the rest of the Marauders helping me through the steps to become an Animagus?"

Remus choked on what he was eating, then looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not! I want to be there to support you, Rem, through everything. I guess... as long as that's okay with you?"

He smiled, then gave a little disbelieving laugh. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before snuggling up with me again.

"I can't think of anything that would be more okay with me."

"Okay, good. But I'm going to put myself in charge of coming up with a lie to cover the mandrake leaf in my mouth. I'm pre-vetoing anything the rest of you come up with."

"Probably a good decision."

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲: send me a character and “opposites attract” duo (ex. grumpy x sunshine, loner x popular) for a blurb!

OKKKKSOOOO-, I realllly like the Loner x Popular trope lmao, but sinceee Remus was a marauder I don't see him as a literal loner, more of a "I'm not comfortable being 24/7 in the spotlight", and the popular one brings him out of his comfort zone every time! Like maybe they are in a quidditch team, or maybe just someone super pretty and from a popular group, idk! but he feels comfortable around them <3.

wait this is so cute-- i think i might turn this into a longer fic at some point, but for rn here are some remus x quidditch player!reader thoughts!! (1.1k)

“is that a book, lupin?”

remus’ head snapped up of its own accord. if it were any other voice, he’d have continued reading and waited until they gave up and left him alone. but it wasn’t any other voice. it was your voice, and despite how much he hated it, he could never get himself to deny you.

“what does it look like?” he quipped, feeling himself shrink as he met your curious gaze. it was almost scary, the way you looked at him like you genuinely cared.

“it… looks like a book.” you conceded. “zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance?” remus watched as your brows pinched with inquisition. “i didn’t know you were interested in muggle transport.”

“i’m not!” remus blurted much too quickly. “it’s, um, philosophical. a muggle father and son question the fundamental meaning of humanity. arts and science and whatnot… it’s interesting to see how the muggles live. i think there are some universal ideas though, that even wizards can relate to, like the purpose of spirituali-”

“oi! madame keeper, we need you!” sirius’ voice interrupted remus’ train of thought, and he was slightly grateful. who knows how long he would’ve gone on otherwise.

“i’m coming, merlin’s beard! it’s been, like, two minutes!” you shouted back.

“d’you mean seven? stop flirting with moony and do your bloody job, yeah?” though his words were scolding, the amusement was clear in james’ voice. james had given the team a rare five minute break (but only because one of the beaters had a bloody nose) and if it were any other player, they’d have been dragged back to the field by their collar. fortunately for you, james and sirius—scratch that, the entire quidditch team—were meddlesome pains-in-the-ass who hadn’t let up on this ridiculous ploy to get you and remus together. they all swore you fancied remus back, but you were an extrovert by nature. remus was sensible. he knew what platonic behavior looked like, and that’s exactly what your relationship was.

from beside remus, peter sighed dramatically, dropping his head in his hands and making a big show of expressing his disappointment. you laughed at peter’s antics and remus couldn’t help the way his heartbeat sped up. you frowned at him, and remus hated that you looked so pretty even while pulling a sad face.

“tell me about it later, rem?”

remus nodded quickly, pursing his lips to stop him from saying something stupid. he watched as you returned to the pitch, broomstick in hand, and tried not to make his roaming eyes too obvious.

as you kicked off into the air, remus swore he saw you send a wink his way.

“stay back!” you squealed, swatting remus’ arm away as he tried to swing it over your shoulder. “i’m sweaty and disgusting.”

remus was inclined to disagree. james and sirius were sweaty and disgusting. you were radiant, beaming with post-practice adrenaline and a sheen of—well, sweat—om your forehead.

“don’t care!” remus poked your cheek and you groaned goodnaturedly. he watched as you slung your equipment over your back and began heading to the locker rooms. “you better hurry up, i’m starving!”

you turned back and graced him with a smile that made his knees weak. you paused. “thanks for coming to watch, remus.” your voice lacked the teasing edge it usually had when you talked to him. he wasn’t sure what to do with that.

before remus could formulate an anwer, you disappeared into a changing stall. he sighed, leaning his back against the wall and willed his blush to go away as peter looked at him smugly.

“don’t- don’t start, wormtail.”

“i didn’t even say anything!” peter protested, crossing his arms.

“you- argh, fine! yeah, i’m stupid and horribly mad for her, you don’t need’a rub it in,” remus grumbled, pouting childishly.

“moony!” james called, sauntering over with sirius in tow. “fancy seeing you here. you never come watch our practices!”

“yeah, well, i had nothing else to do,” remus said, avoiding his friend’s eye.

“lies. you cancelled your tutoring session with that third year to come see us play,” sirius interrupted. “no, ‘us’ isn’t right. you don’t care about james or i’s playing. you’re mean like that.”

“it really hurt our feelings that you didn’t cheer for either of us.” james gestured between himself and sirius. “you only cheered for one person. that was really alienating for the rest of the team,” james sniffed sadly. “we’re a unit, y’know? we’re one. you kinda killed purpose of the teambuilding activity from last week.”

“yeah, james worked really hard on that,” peter chimed in, nodding with disappointment evident on his face. “that wasn’t very considerate of you.”

“you all suck,” remus snapped, not really meaning it. “i’m heading up now.”

“without your sweetheart?” sirius questioned, bottom lip pulled between his teeth knowing he was absolutely correct. “she’ll be so disappointed.”

“fuck you!” remus shouted, not bothering to turn his head as he stalked off.

the great hall was crowded by the time the quidditch team made their way to the castle. remus had, much to the delight of his friends, stuck around to wait for you. he’d waited awkwardly with his book tucked under his arm at the entry of the girl’s locker room, regretting his pitiful existence and even more pathetic crush, when you’d rushed out and abandoned your friends at the sight of him.

there was no better feeling than knowing he was your first priority, your best friend. he thought the title was deserved. he knew you well, so well that here he was, piling all your favorite foods on your dinner plate as you chattered excitedly with some gryffindor remus didn’t know about things remus didn’t understand.

“here,” remus said, tapping your shoulder and handing you a food-laden plate. he was rewarded with a toothy grin, one that pulled a shy smile out of him in response.

“thanks, rem!” you set your plate on the table and nodded approvingly. “you’re too nice to me.”

“i- uh,” remus stammered, “yeah, i mean, of course. i’d do anything- i mean, that’s what friends are for, right?”

“yep!” your smile flickered as you swallowed. “that’s what best friends are for.”

you dug into your dinner and remus began serving himself, ignoring the pointed looks from his friends. he tried to ignore the heat of your stare on the side of his face, to less success. should he turn his head? should he catch your eye?

some boy on the quidditch team called your name and the opportunity was gone. perhaps that’s how it was. remus was too timid to make a move, but there would always be someone who wasn’t. you were you, after all. for now, remus was content knowing that at the end of the day, your time would be reserved for him and his books.

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lchufflepuffcorn · 6 years

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Headcanon

Poly!Wolfstar x Reader

Okay so first off: They think they are in a secret relationship but boy, oh boy, everyone in Hogwarts as at the least some thoughts about them.

Like, two Marauders that are going out with one another. I mean, it could be something more discreet.

But hey, Hogwarts in its entirety ships it.

Sirius is totally whipped for Remus.

Remus is totally enamored with Sirius.

But Sirius still flirts with everything that moves.

Remus isn’t really jealous…

Sirius is very loyal, he’s a dog for Merlin’s sake!

James and Peter (cause we’re supposed to love him still remember) are very open and protective of them.

So Remus still doesn’t talk about all of his worries.

While Sirius make a show out of his.

You are one of Remus’ study body

Sirius likes your smile.

And he talks to you a lot when he comes around.

To tell the truth, Sirius was struck by your look.

Remus was to, but by your character at first.

Remus was to shy to talk about it with him.

But he really likes you.

Sirius didn’t want Remus to think that he didn’t love him.

Because that wasn’t the case.

They avoided the subject for weeks on end.

It was James who put it in one day, in a private conversation.

Remus feels a little bit less bad when he learns that Sirius too is attracted to you.

Still, you are oblivious to their feelings.

*That’s a lie.

You love the both of them.

which you find a little bit weird because you have a Heteronormative family.

Plus, you’re only a friend for them, right?

Then Remus starts to subtly hit you off while studying.

Sirius starts flirting with you even more than before.

So it makes your heart race and you know you should feel that way about neither of them because… they are the School OTP!

You just blush and dismissed it.

That goes on for weeks and even McGonagall is about to go crazy if you don’t start noticing them like…

She just wants to teach in peace you know…

’’MiStEr BlAcK, I HIGHLY doubt that Mister/Miss (Y/L/N) as the answer of the next test!’’

After a month or so, Sirius just want to shove you on the closest wall and snog you till you die.

Just so you understand his feeling.

Remus is planning little parchments to hide in your school books with some hint of his feeling on it.

But, James heard from Lily who talked to Alice about how Severus had said that Regulus had heard about how Trelawney went to Pandora about what Xenophilius had told to Diggory that he heard from Bertha Jorkins that you told her about how you thought they were just joking around.

Honestly, Sirius almost choked to death with his breakfast when he heard that.

He slammed both of his fists on the table and raised from it in a short time.

You were sitting innocently near your friend, talking when he grabbed your shoulder and made you move toward the hallway.

He was red with anger and his voice was shaking with hold back tears.

He couldn’t understand why you thought they were joking around with you, with their own feelings, or even with yours.

Remus had to calm him down before he could start crying for real, or worst, screaming in the hallway about his undying love.

Although it could have been cute, the attention wasn’t what you wanted right now.

Remus explained that they weren’t joking, that all that they had said to you before was true.

So you agreed to go on a date with the both of them the next day.

You all went to the Three Broomsticks and talked.

Are very understanding of your boundaries and limits.

Like to hug tangled with you and one another.

Like a big octopus.

Sirius is particularly found of PDA.

But won’t force you to do any of you don’t like it.

Will, however, kiss your forehead.

Remus prefers to hold your hand.

If you are not a Gryffindor, they will sneak you in their common room.

Or they will go in yours.

Overall, you will be one of their priorities, just like they are the priority of the other.

Will help you with homework if you have difficulties.

Playful relationship!au

But they know how to be serious at times.

Remus’ furry problem is not a problem for you.

He nearly cries when you tell him that you will love him all the same even if he was a squib.

If you want to become an animagus, Sirius will definitely help you through the process.

James likes your attitude.

Calm but sassy.

You talk to Lily so, could you like please help me find a way for her to like me back or at least make her talk to me?

Lily likes you, like, you good.

Three ways kisses.

Long hug and hot tea when studying.

Falling asleep in each other's arms.

Full love from two of the best guys in the whole school.

There is the part two of this, I hope you’ll like it.

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ssa-montgomery · 3 years

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I’d Probably Still Adore You With Your Hands Around My Neck (or I did last time I checked)

Word Count: 3292

Summary: When Hotch is injured in a fight he shows up on Y/N’s doorstep despite their ongoing feud and hatred for one another. Things only get more complicated from there.

Characters: Hotch x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, talk of blood, bruises and scars, description of getting stitches, pet names (Doll, sweetheart), enemies to lovers, Mafia AU, Y/N and Hotch hate each other, sexual tension, Hotch is a dick, choking (non-sexual)

A/N: So I teased this AU idea on here a couple of days ago and people showed a lot of interest in it so I decided to turn it into a one-shot as a trial run for a multi-chapter fic! So consider this like, a free sample of the multi-chapter if people are interested in that I guess hahaha. Please let me know what you think of this fic and if you would like to see more detailing the start of the reader and Hotch’s relationship and more development of the enemies to lovers aspect! I hope you enjoy this! Also a huge shout out to @marauder-level-chaos for listening to me rant about this fic and developing this AU with me.

Feedback is what motivates me to work so please let me know what you think! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.

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The sound of a heavy knock at your front door echoed through the house, breaking the previous silence that had settled in. You slowly placed your glass of wine down on the table next to you before rising from your seat. You were suspicious of this whole situation, to say the least. You didn’t exactly have many friends and those that you did have knew better than to drop by your house unannounced late at night. That paired with your line of work made you cautious as you carefully peeked through the curtain in the living room. From there you couldn’t get a clear line of sight to the porch but you could see the road outside. It was surprisingly empty, no sign of a car that your mystery guest could have come from.

You knew better than to answer the door with no idea who was on the other side but still, you made your way into the hall, standing in silence for a moment in hopes that whoever it was would simply leave if they got no response. Perhaps it was someone that had gotten turned around and was now lost. There was another loud knock against the door but this time, it was followed by a voice.

“I know you’re in there, Y/L/N. Open the door.” Your body tensed at the sound of his voice, a voice you would recognise anywhere. You’d heard that voice taunting you enough to never forget it. At first, you were sure you were hearing things, your paranoid brain playing tricks on you because there was no way he would have the nerve to actually show up at your house in the middle of the night. You risked a glance through the peephole in the front door then, needing to assure yourself that you weren’t going crazy and sure enough, Aaron Hotchner was standing on the other side of the door.

What seemed more out of character than him showing up at your door was the way he leaned his weight against the wall next to him, lacking all of his usual confidence. Your eyes trailed down his body and it was then that you noticed his hand clutching his side, even in the dim light you could make out the slight glisten of blood across his hand.

Part of you considered turning your back on the door, ignoring his call for help and just walking away to leave him to deal with whatever kind of shit he’d found himself in now alone but your hands acted quicker than your brain. Before you could even fully process what you were doing you heard the lock click and your hand was slowly twisting the door handle. You were painfully aware that this could easily be a trap, some kind of ploy to get you to open the door and make yourself vulnerable by pulling a classic fake injury act but you also knew that to show up at your door, Hotch had to be seriously desperate.

It was no secret to anyone who knew the both of you that you had been at war with Hotch for months. It started when you were hired by a member of one of Hotch’s rival gangs to help take him and his group down. When he found out he swore he would stop you, take you down with him if he had to and since then you both took any chance to try and destroy the other. Yet it seemed you both always somehow fell just short of the mark. You’d lost count of how many near misses you’d had now.

“Well, you look like shit.” You commented bluntly as you finally pulled the door open fully, standing directly in front of him. Hotch looked up and met your gaze as he grinned at you, his confidence returning - even if it was fake - as he tried to steady himself away from the wall. Now that you could see him clearer you realised just how pale he was, a look of concentration on his face like he was fighting hard to hide the pain of his injury.

“Hello to you too Doll.” He said as casually as he could, a barely hidden strained tone to his voice. He’d pulled himself up to stand straight now but you could see in the rapid rise and fall of his chest that it was taking everything he had.

“Don’t call me that.” You gritted out between clenched teeth as your tried your best to hold back your annoyance. “Why the hell are you here Hotchner?”

“I’m willing to admit, I’m in a little bit of trouble. I may have been stabbed.” He started to explain far too calmly for someone who was currently bleedingly all over your front steps. When he moved his hand away from his side to show the slice across his skin you could see where the blood had already soaked a dark stain through his shirt. It was deep and most certainly needed stitches but it wasn’t anything life-threatening. “I don’t want to worry any of my team and I think we both know with how I got myself this nasty cut I can’t just walk into a hospital. Then I remembered Garcia telling me you had medical training before you changed career paths.”

“So you showed up at my house in the middle of the night because you had your tech girl stalk me and you’re now expecting me to help you?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Hotch had never once helped you and now he expected you to do it for him?

“Pretty much.” You were now certain that nothing could take away that man’s cockiness, apparently not even a knife to the side. “Oh come on, we both know you wouldn’t give the satisfaction of killing me to someone else.”

“You’re not dying. Yet.” You said shortly. You weighted your options in this situation and ultimately you decided that helping him would work out better for you. If you turned him away and the rest of his people later found out about it, it could cause some serious trouble for you but having Aaron Hotchner in debt to you, now that would be good. “But fine. Only this once, and you owe me big.”

You stepped back letting Hotch make his way inside before shutting the door behind him. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, scanning his eyes around like he was trying to memorise the layout of your house, looking for anything he could use to protect himself if needed. You didn’t have time to indulge in whatever it was that he was doing so you started towards the kitchen, Hotch following closely behind you.

You pulled out a chair as you walked by the table letting him collapse down into it. He let out a harsh hiss as his back hit the chair, clearly, the cut to his side wasn’t his only injury. You reached up to the top cupboard and pulled out the first aid kit you kept hidden away. Just like Hotch had mentioned you’d been through sometime in med school before dropping out but you still remembered all of your basic training. You dropped the kit down onto the table and pulled out the chair next to Hotch, turning it so you could sit facing him.

“Got anything to drink?” He asked sinking down into the chair as he tried to sit more comfortably without pressing against the bruises on his back. You glared up at him through your lashes as you tried to examine what you could of his wound and he simply smirked at you. “What? I doubt you’re going to give me whatever painkillers you’ve got stashed away in there so the least you could do is give me a little something to numb the pain while you work.”

Maybe today was finally the day that you finished the job and actually killed him because he had barely been in your house more than five minutes and already he was driving you insane with his inflated sense of ego and attitude. Your chair made a harsh scratching noise against the ground as you shoved it backwards and made your way back across the room to grab two whiskey glasses from the cupboard. You slide one across the table to Hotch shortly followed by the bottle and placed yours in front of your seat.

“Help yourself.” You waved towards the bottle as you opened up the first aid kit and pulled out everything you would need. Alcohol wipes, gloves, bandages, you always made sure to have a fully stocked kit in case of an accident. You were vaguely aware of Hotch leaning over to fill up your glass as you pulled on your gloves and tried your best to forget who you were helping.

“you really need all of that at home? What are you running a hospital?” Hotch asked taking a sip from his drink. It seemed to calm him as he let out a deep breath and shifted closer to you to let you work.

“Never know when you might get hurt in this line of work.” You stated dismissively not looking up to meet his gaze.

“I’ve never hurt you that badly.” There was something to Hotch’s voice as he spoke, something different in the tone. It felt almost like a promise that he never would. Had you looked up to meet his eyes maybe you would have noticed the barely readable hurt in them. You pushed the thought from your mind, convincing yourself you were just being ridiculous and focused your attention back on the task at hand. You couldn’t get a proper look at just how bad his wound was with his shirt covering most of it and it would be impossible to stitch like this.

“Take your shirt off.” You said not even thinking about the command as your brain kicked into complete focus on getting this done as quickly as you could so Hotch could leave.

“Well if that’s all you’ve wanted this whole time sweetheart you should have just asked.” Hotch chuckled, the movement causing him to groan and grab at his side again with a sharp stab of pain.

“Just shut up and take it off or would you rather I leave you like this?” You snapped having absolutely zero time for his flirty remarks right now.

Hotch didn’t need to be told twice as he reached down for the hem of his button-up shirt. He started to lift it up but didn’t get much further as the pain shot up his side, the stretch from his arms tugging at the wound and stopping him from lifting it above his head. You reached out and helped him pull it off the rest of the way and threw it down on the table, not that it mattered much what you did with it anyway, it was already ruined. You could feel Hotch’s eyes glued to you as you helped him. His chest and what you could see of his back were littered with old scars, reminders of just how dangerous his world was.

You shifted your seat closer to him and ripped open one of the alcohol wipes to clean away the blood on his skin so you could get a clearer look at what you were working with. The sound of Hotch’s harsh breath above you didn’t go unnoticed as the wipe glided along his skin leaving behind a sharp sting. You tried to stay focused as you opened the suture kit and got ready to make the first stitch but as the suture pushed against his skin you couldn’t help but notice the way his stomach muscles tensed under your hands.

“Careful there Nurse Ratched, that shit hurts,” Hotch swore his eyes closing as he dragged in a deep breath. You ignored him and cut the thread off as you started the next stitch.

It was infuriating really, you didn’t want to be noticing anything about Hotch let alone the way his stomach felt under your hands or the sound of breathing. You hated him. Hated him more than anyone you had ever met before but he was also annoyingly attractive and as much as you tried to ignore it, you weren’t blind and no amount of hatred could change that fact. Then again, why exactly did you hate him? Because you were told you should? Because you were paid too and it had become your job? Because of his pain in the ass cocky attitude that made him act like he owned any room he walked into? Or because you were growing so afraid of what you would feel for him if you didn’t?

You tried to finish up the stitches as quickly as you could, wrapping a bandage around him once you were done. Leaning in ever closer you pulled the material around his waist and the smell of his cologne was overwhelming. A rich, deep scent. You tied the bandage into place, your fingers lingering over his stomach for a moment too long before you pulled away. You scolded yourself for getting so carried away.

Hotch was silent while you worked, his witty and sarcastic comment finally coming to an end. He was quieter than you’d ever seen him and you wondered what could be on his mind. For a second, you almost asked but you thought better of it. You meant what you said when you first let him in. This was a one time offer that changed nothing. You weren’t suddenly friends, or anything more than that.

“Done.” You said finally throwing your tools down onto the table as you pulled off your gloves. You leaned back into your chair watching as Hotch looked down at the stitches and nodded approvingly before reaching for his shirt. He opted to undo the buttons this time, slipping it back on without having to lift his arms as to not rip his new stitches. “I don’t think I have to give you the whole aftercare speech so you can leave now.”

“What no payment?” Hotch teased throwing back what was left of his whiskey before sliding the glass across the table to you. You caught it in your hand before it could hit the floor and shatter and watched as he stood up from his seat and got ready to leave. “I mean I shouldn’t be surprised that you’d drop everything to help me.”

You could feel the anger growing at his comment, the tone of his voice as he spoke, your mixed emotions during this whole thing. Everything building up inside you until you couldn’t take it anymore. You’d helped him when you didn’t have to when you could very easily have left him to bleed by himself outside your house. After everything he’d done to you, you still put it all aside and helped him and now he was once again acting entitled to everything. Acting like you were expected to help him. You’d finally had enough of his egotistical attitude.

In a flash of rage that you couldn’t hold back anymore, you reached for the scalpel sitting on the table. You had no real intention of using it on him, you were smarter than that but you had the sudden urge to feel armed. Whether it was against Hotch’s biting comments or your own rage. Not that you would have gotten the chance to do anything had that been your intention because clearly, the flash of movement was enough to Hotch’s attention. The next thing you knew you were fighting for air against the hand wrapped around your throat.

The scalpel fell from your hand, clattering loudly to the ground making the noise ring throughout the room as Hotch’s free hand wrapped around your wrist. He slowly walked you backwards until your back collided with the hard wall behind you, not letting go of his grip around your throat. It wasn’t tight enough to fully cut off your airflow but tight enough that your breathing was laboured now and you were sure he could feel your pulse hammering against his fingertips.

“Oh, I wouldn’t try that sweetheart.” He practically cooed leaning in so his mouth was right next to your ear as he spoke, his breath fanning against your cheek. “We both know that’s not really what you want.”

Hotch’s hand fell from your throat suddenly and you expected him to storm out of the room, to realise what he’d just done and leave you standing alone in your house questioning what the hell just happened but instead his hand drifted down to hold you against the wall by your waist. There was a beat of silence between you as you both waited for the other to realise what was happening, waiting for the other to pull away in disgust before it could go any further but you didn’t.

“No matter how much we hate each other I’m not going to take something you don’t want so, do you want this?” Hotch asked, his voice surprisingly caring as his hand returned to ghost over your throat. “Out loud, Y/N. Answer me out loud, need to hear you say it.”

Every logical part of your brain was screaming at you that this was a bad idea, a colossally bad idea, possibly the worst idea you’d ever had, that you should say no and shove him away from you. With all the bad blood between you, this would be a mistake, nothing good could ever happen between the two of you but the part of your brain that had wanted him from the very first moment you laid eyes on him - whether you’d admit to that or not - won.

“Yes.” You gasped nodding your head quickly. “Please yes.”

Before you could say anything else, question what you had just agreed to, Hotch’s lips were on yours. The kiss was hot and heavy as he pressed his entire body against yours, still not entirely having the strength to hold himself up. His hands were groping roughly at any part of your body that he could get his hands on, pulling you impossibly closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You dug your fingers into his hair pulling at it as he gasped against your lips, the sounds driving you crazy. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, it felt like the release of months of built-up anger and frustration you had both been looking for as Hotch urged your mouth open by nipping at your lower lip. He slipped his tongue inside when you gave in to his demand and the feeling was overwhelming.

You were almost lightheaded by the time you were finally forced to pull apart for air. It seemed you both came to your sense then, Hotch quickly pulled back leaving the wall as the only thing supporting your weight as you melted back against it trying to soothe your racing mind.

“This- this changed nothing.” He stated firmly then, it felt at first like he was trying to convince himself more than you but then his eyes turned to something darker and that anger you were so familiar with was back. He turned and hurried out of the room and you waited until you heard the slam of the front door to finally let out the breath you’d been holding. You crumbled completely under everything that had just happened, sinking slowly to the floor as you buried your face in your hands. No matter how this fight with Hotch ended, either way, that man would be the death of you.

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thebestofoneshots · 9 months

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hey luvv!! can i please request a romantic matchup for marauders era :) ? you don't have to rush it, take your time in writing! 🪽💕🌸🤍

i'm a capricorn, infp, and an asexual sapphic. though i don't mind being matched up with a man because i'm sapphic and not lesbian :) maybe you can match me both with a girl and a boy hehehh

i'm 173 cm, i have brown long hair (with bangs) and brown eyes. i love doing skincare/just taking care of my body. i love the colour pink! i'm quite girly and feminine. my clothing style is basically this fashion brand called ozlana. i love wearing pearl jewelleries. i feel prettiest when i do my hair well. i also love barbie fashion! i'd love to be a fashion designer and have my own fashion boutique one day.

i'm a good listener and i can understand people well. i consider myself as open minded. i'm a huge feminist (gender equality and really just social equality in general 🫶) and i resent people that makes fun of others for being excited over something they love. i love reading (preferably english classics). i love the wizard of oz a lot. i would love someone who respects women and a gentleman.

i consider myself as quite smart :) (don't wanna be too self indulgent tho). my hobbies are reading, stargazing, and making dresses/clothing. i love plants and flowers <3 i also love fruits! my favs are strawberry, grapes, and blueberry. i enjoy baking too! love making french desserts recipes. i'm scared of being a failure. my biggest fear actually. so i tend to push myself as hard as i can to ace what i want.

i think that's all!! don't wanna make this too long. if you don't want to write this then i totally understand 🌸🤍💕🪽🫧

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

Chasing Butterflies

Pairing: James x Lily x reader Prompt: The story of how you ended up dating James and Lily. Word count: 1.5 k Warnings: None, (bit angsty / what feels like unrequited love but actually isn't).

Hey beatiful! I ship you with Lily and James! The first time you saw Lily, you thought she was the prettiest girl you’d seen in the world. She was wearing this beautiful flowery pink dress and looked so in awe of everything around her that you couldn't help but stare. Having been born into a magical family, it was interesting to see it from a different perspective. You were just about to approach her when she said hi to a disagreeable-looking boy that stared down at you as you took a step forward, which deterred you from doing so. Instead, you scurried away inside the train. That’s where you met James Potter and Peter Petegrew.

James was a very well-spoken boy who saw you wandering the train by yourself and invited you to sit along with him and his friend. He had been the one to introduce you to Peter and had also bought a bunch of treats for everyone once the Trolley Witch came around. James had been so nice to you that day that you felt like a princess. When both of you were put in the same house, you became close. James was always really, really nice to you, and you liked that about him, especially compared to the way his friends treated you - Sirius always trying to flirt and Peter being so awkward all the time. You also became close with Remus, and he would lend some of his muggle books, and you would borrow some magical ones to him. It became a habit, and Sirius would call you both nerds for it. You didn’t mind it all that much; you knew it was all playful banter.

In 5th year, when you discovered your passion for making clothes, the first person you told was Lily. You politely asked her if you could design a dress for her, and she felt honored. Once you handed her the dress, she instantly put it on, and it fit her like a glove. That weekend, when you went to Hogsmeade, she wore the dress, and even though you thought she looked absolutely lovely, you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach whenever you realized people were staring at her. It was as if you didn’t want them to look, and their staring was affecting you somehow.

“That sounds an awful lot like jealousy to me,” Remus had told you. You gasped in that moment, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe you didn’t just like Lily as a friend. Maybe you liked, like her. Romantically liked her. And it made you feel miserable because you were very aware, like pretty much the entire school, that James was absolutely hung up on her.

At Marlenes’s party, organized by Mary a year later, someone had the brilliant idea of playing spin the bottle. When Lily had to kiss Marlene, she didn’t budge, which made you both jealous but also a little curious. Could that mean Lily was interested in girls too?

You, in turn, had to kiss James, and even if he was your friend, you had to admit he was a really good kisser. You were both panting a little when you separated and awkwardly went back to your places in the circle. From that day on, James stuck to you like gum, following you around and carrying your books and bag a lot more often than he did before. And even if you appreciated how nice he was, making you feel like a princess again, you were also bothered because you felt like you were his second choice, his consolation prize after he gave up on chasing after Lily.

“I’m not a pity prize, James!” You told him one day as he tried to hold your hand.

He looked at you, hurt in his face. “I’d never see you as one, kitten. I thought you knew.”

You looked at him taken aback. “What about Lily?”

He averted your gaze. “She… She’s like a star. Unreachable.”

“And I am within reach, right?” You continued, a little angry still.

“That’s not what I…”

“James, I like her too!” You somehow blurted out.

He looked at you in shock, eyes wide open as you told him the truth. “You like–" he started, confused "–like I do?”

You looked to the side and nodded. “Yes! Like you do.”

“And you don’t like boys like that?”

“I… I wouldn’t say that either…”

“Then what’s the issue?” He said, reaching for your hand again. You stared at him with a frown, thinking of pulling your hand away. But his hand was warm, and just as James always did, it made you feel nice too.

Both you and James started to spend a lot more time together since then. People would find him sitting beside you at dinner and in some classes. He made sure to always keep some kind of contact with you, whether it was holding your hand, having his arm over your shoulder, or a hand on your waist. You actually grew to like it; you felt appreciated and loved. Maybe you really weren’t a second choice to him, maybe he really had chosen you over Lily.

But then it was Halloween, and somehow you convinced him to dress as Ken while you'd dress up as Barbie. You designed both of your outfits, and he even hung out with you while you were sewing and adding beads and glitter to both of your costumes. Even Peter was helping you with the costumes, since you’d promised to help him with his. You were all sitting in the common room, and you were on the floor, sitting between James’ legs and resting your head on his chest as you sewed some details onto a coat when Lily walked in.

You smiled and waved at her, but she just looked at the two of you, looking hurt, and stormed out. “What’s with her?” Peter asked with a shrug. You and James looked at each other with a frown and nodded, both getting up and chasing after her.

“Lily!” You shouted as she picked up the pace.

“I’ll take a short cut,” James told you. “We’ll intercept her.”

Soon enough, James was blocking Lily from the front, and you stopped her from behind. “Hey! Lils, stop running, will you?” You told her, breath a little ragged, as she tried to walk past you. Her eyes started to water, and you looked at her concerned, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Hey love, what’s wrong?” You asked.

She started to cry then, and your heart broke. Whatever you had done, you were sure to never ever do it again; you could not bear to see her cry. James looked as mortified as you did.

“Evans,” he said, not daring to place a hand on her, like you already had. “What’s wrong, darling?” He asked softly.

“I… I don’t know… I…” She started between sobs. “I just, I suddenly felt so angry at the two of you being together like that. I just… I didn’t…. I’m an asshole.” She said as she placed her hands over her face to hide it from the two of you.

Realization hit you like a truck. “You like James,” you said dryly. James looked shocked at the two of you. “You’re jealous.” You said with a bitter laugh. “I’ll leave you to talk,” you said as you started to leave.

Lily finally raised her head from her hand and shook her head, you couldn't be more wrong. She grabbed your arm. "I wasn't jealous of you!" You turned surprised. "I wanted to be James!" You looked at the two of them, shocked. James looked so confused in that moment; if it hadn't been for the situation, you would've loved to capture that expression in a picture. "Or rather, there, like… in between the two."

You looked at her even more shocked. "Does that mean you like… both me and–"

"–Me?" James finished.

Lily just looked at the two of you in desperation. "See? I AM an asshole!"

You shook your head and exchanged a glance with James. He nodded, and the two of you embraced Lily in a tight hug. You buried your head on Lily’s shoulder, relishing in the smell of her signature lavender perfume, while James wrapped his long arms around the two of you, drawing you both towards his chest. From that moment on, the three of you somehow started dating each other. Lily was the perfect companion; she understood and related to all of your girly needs, gifting you a pearl necklace on your birthday and wearing all the dresses you made for her. James always cared for the two of you like you were goddesses, giving you the best cuddles in the world and enjoying all the desserts you prepared for him. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you baked. You were so happy together; you almost couldn’t believe it was real. But it was, and it was beautiful.

A/N: Hey sweetie! I really hope you enjoy this little ship (it totally got out hand and ended up being a mini ficlet, but I hope you like it); also I really hope all the cuddling doesn't bother you <3

Much Love, Lilly xx

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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This or That Part 2

Harry Potter AU- Marauders ERA

Link to Part 1

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Sirius Black x Reader

Rating: T

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You followed Regulus outside. After getting far away enough from the castle, Regulus let go of your hand. He kept checking over his shoulder periodically to see if his brother was following. When Sirius didn’t turn up ready to hex him, Regulus was surprised. He half expected Sirius to come charging out like some irrational idiot. It's what Regulus would have done if the roles were reversed. Both Sirius and Regulus were irrational when they lost their tempers...somethings would never change.

“So why my brother?”

He finally asked. You slowly sat down beside the younger Black brother. His eyes were a lot angrier and colder than Sirius. Regulus didn’t have to say that he was broken for you to see it. What broke him, you weren't sure. Was it his family? An unusual burden that he had to carry...or something else? Time would have to tell on that one.

You were half tempted to reach out and touch his shaggy curls but decided not to. He didn’t seem like the “please touch me” type like his brother. Sirius would have purred like a kitten if you started playing with his hair. That was the one way to turn him into a gooey puddle of goo. You would have to figure out what relaxed Regulus. He sure didn’t seem like he would be giving up that information too easily.

“He and I went out for a bit but he cheated on me. I thought that it would be different because we were good friends first...guess I was stupid to get attached.”

Regulus frowned. This was a story that he had heard about Sirius one too many times. His attention was hyper-focused on your face as you looked down at your lap. You were a pretty girl. Regulus had to give you that. Would you be “Black family approved?” He highly doubted it. It was probably best that he didn’t develop any real feelings for you. Besides, your goal was to get back with Sirius. Why would you want him anyway?

“You deserve a lot more than that, Y/n. I think that you are a quality woman and you need to start acting like it.”

You blinked a few times. No guy had ever told you that before.

“Thanks. I haven’t had anyone tell me that before.”

Regulus sighed.

“It's true. I understand why you want Sirius. Every girl wants a guy like Sirius. I have heard the Sirius is so handsome rubbish all of my life.”

Your smile faded. Yes, Sirius was handsome but now that you really looked at Regulus...so was he. Both Sirius and Regulus had that haughty arrogant look to them. Those piercing eyes seemed to be staring into your soul. Regulus features were sharper than Sirius. He was just a little bit smaller but still extremely attractive. You felt yourself blush under his gaze.

“You're handsome too.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. You are a charmer too.

“Right. You’re just saying that.”

You shook your head, sitting up on your knees.

“No, I’m telling the truth! I do think you are handsome. I love your curly hair. It's just so wild and out of control...like mine. Maybe you just haven’t been talking to the right people?”

Regulus laughed slightly at that. This was the first time that you had really seen the boy smile. You liked it. Regulus had a lovely smile...a lovely smile to go with his shy nature.

“My family is crazy so that would explain a lot. Look, Y/n, I am not great boyfriend material. I honestly don’t know what I am supposed to do other than holding your hand and fawn over you. Unfortunately, I am not the fawning type. I’m more brutally honest and will tell you if your behind looks fat in an outfit.”

Regulus was relieved when you started giggling.

“That isn’t a bad quality. I would rather you baffle me with your brains than bull crap.”

“Well, you are in luck then.”

Regulus commented, feeling his shy exterior building back up. You reached out and took one of his hands in yours. It was the hand that you had been holding in the great hall. Your attention went to the scars that littered the inside of his wrist. His porcelain skin was near perfect minus those small abrasions.

“May I ask what happened here?”

Regulus didn’t have to look down to know that you were asking about. It was the scars that he and Sirius shared. Scars from when their mother was on her high horse and punished them for breathing.

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

You nodded, suddenly feeling that the dark side of Regulus and Sirius’ comment was not just Sirius exaggerating as he did most things.

“So, what if we start actually liking each other?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think that we have to worry about that. Girls don’t like me for too long.”

You didn’t let go of his hand for a few moments before working on getting brave enough to speak again.

“We have been talking for a while now and I like you.”

Regulus didn’t smile. You didn’t like him. He had to mutter in his own mind that you didn’t care for him. He was only going to be your plaything. Regulus would lose you to Sirius and he might as well be ready for it.

“I don’t think love is real emotion anyway. Just like sex is sex. This whole making love nonsense makes me want to puke.”

When you looked down at your lap, Regulus knew that he had done it. He was scaring you away just like he did most girls.

“I see. We should probably get to class.”

That evening, you were on your way back to the common room. Your head was in one hell of a pretzel. After the conversation of love with Regulus, you felt less hopeful of any kind of long term relationship with him. This was clearly only a ploy to bug Sirius.

Sirius...then there were your feelings for him. Of course, there were still feelings there. You felt guilty about upsetting him that morning. He was upset. You could hear him yelling loud enough to prove that.

The real question was if the two of you became a couple again could you trust him? Part of you said, no the other part was on the fence. Would you ever really be able to feel confident when he left your side? The last thing that you really wanted was to be one of those girls who silently stalked their boyfriends through the hallway to make sure they were “being good.” What if Sirius got bored with you again or forgot that you were his girlfriend? Apparently, you were pretty darn forgettable.

A pair of hands reached out from the darkness of an empty classroom and tugged you in. The moment that your world stopped spinning, you looked up to see Sirius glaring down at you.

“Seriously, Regulus? What the hell?”

You sighed, as he kept his hands wrapped around yours.

“What?”

You questioned. Sirius rolled his eyes and looked like he was ready to punch a hole in the wall.

“You know what, Y/n! You are dating my brother. What about me?”

“Sirius, you broke up with me. You were seeing other people.”

Sirius ran a hand through his hair.

“I messed up! Look, Y/n, you can’t be with Regulus. He’s dangerous. My whole family is dangerous. He will just get you hurt and I can’t stand back and watch it happen.”

“Sirius, like I said before, you broke up with me. I am not your worry anymore.”

Sirius was almost ready to start jumping up and down. He didn’t know what in the world that he had to do to get you to understand.

“I am still going to worry.”

Out of sheer desperation or panic, Sirius reached out and pulled you into his arms. His mouth was on yours as he kissed you hungrily. Sirius was relieved when you kissed back after a few moments.

When the two of you broke apart, Sirius leaned his forehead against yours.

“That tells me what I need to know. You still care for me too.”

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ellecdc · 1 month

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lol it’s hilarious how much you’ve made me love poly!moonwater. I was scrolling and found your last eat fic with the reader wondering off and (somehow) mistook marauders for moonwater. Ngl I was disappointed when I realized, but it’s on me for misreading! Still loved that fic btw

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LOL oh noooo that would be so disappointing I'm so sorry LOL!!! I have a request in my inbox for poly!moonwater x sunshine reader who.....I may.....take creative liberties......and make it.....a little whimsical cuz I just love our whimsical reader so much 🫢

You know, I always worry a bit that the people who came here for ploy!marauders will get annoyed when I post too much poly!moonwater (hey, I get it. Some people may find it slightly blasphemous) because my poly!marauders works are usually wayyyyy more popular BUT I get way more comments/requests etc from my moonwater folks soooooooo 👀

They're my new favourite thing too. I'm excited to reopen my requests and see what people want to see from them

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gaknar · 4 years

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Review: The Claremont Crossovers

Geez, I haven’t written a review for this blog since my Secret Wars review from like 17 years ago. How can that be? Well, I guess I used to work on this blog a lot more often and now I’ve gotten way more into Super Nintendo games and BDSM. Like a lot of people. But now that I finally finished reading Inferno, it is time once again to bookend my experience with an overly wordy wall of text filled with the worst kind of oblivious meninist butt humor jokes and pretentious sounding run-on sentences that are trying to sound smart but are always improperly ended with prepositions of. And lots of ridiculous comic book panels.

These are only the silliest panels from this reading that I could find after looking for about 25 seconds.

Bookeeping. This review covers everything that I have read since X-Factor #1. This includes Uncanny X-Men #204-243, X-Factor #1-39, New Mutants #38-73, along with a smattering of annuals, Daredevil, Power Pack, Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, Excalibur, and X-Terminators comics that were all part of the Mutant Massacre, Fall of the Mutants, and Inferno crossovers. There were a lot of developments over the course of the 4 years these comics were published. Jean Grey was resurrected and the original members of the X-Men reformed under the moniker X-Factor.

Mr. Sinister formed his band of evil mutants, the Marauders, who would become the X-Men’s main antagonists, and their most devious act would include committing mutant genocide against the Morlocks in the New York City sewers while dealing critical wounds to main X-Men team members Kitty Pryde, Nightcrawler, and Colossus during the fight.

Later, the X-Men were seemingly killed in a struggle with the mystical being known as the Adversary, but in reality they went into hiding in their new Australian outback base.

Illyana Rasputin lost control of the hell dimension Limbo which led to a demon invasion of Manhattan.

And finally, perhaps most prominently, Cyclops left his wife Madelyne Pryor and their son to get back together with Jean Grey, an act that led Madelyne to become corrupted with Pheoenix Force power and to turn into the Goblin Queen.

This era of X-Men comics contains the first major crossovers between the main X-Men comic book and its spinoffs. These events would become common as Marvel found ways to use its more strongly published works to carry the weaker ones, and the ploy still works apparently since here I am 30 years later reading 500 page omnibus collections just because there are 4 or 5 absolutely killer X-Men comic books in them. I love the X-Men so much that I’m willing to wade through the unending buildup to get the most out of the climaxes.

Seriously this artwork.

However, I find that this style of editing leads to a peculiar trend in pacing that can be tough to recover from in-between the major storylines. As Mutant Massacre leads into Fall of the Mutants, which then leads into Inferno, the characters are faced with consistently increasing stakes. With each passing story line, casualties grow and become more grave, and the consequences are more lasting. Mutant Massacre starts with the genocide of a mutant community, and several main characters are critically wounded as the X-Men face the worst defeat they’ve ever experienced. Then a year later in Fall of the Mutants, just as the team is starting to recover, the entire team of X-Men is killed during their battle against the Adversary. They would immediately be resurrected as a reward for sacrificing themselves to save the world, but it is still a defeat that claims the lives of every member of the team, if only for a moment. By the time we get to Inferno, the world is literally ending. Demons are raining from the sky and regular people are straight up getting slaughtered in the streets and elevators as the X-Men are more or less helpless to stop the destruction.

Inferno is an amazing storyline, if only for all the scenes of inanimate objects coming to life and straight up eviscerating common folk who are just minding their own business. Look at this shit!!! How did the comics code of conduct ever approve this. A mob of people just packed themselves into a demon FOOD PROCESSOR and every inch of them was liquefied except their bones. Chilling. (And let’s just forget about how the writers retconned all this blood orgy stuff in the Inferno Epilogue).

This all works in a capitalistic sense. Constantly raise the stakes and don’t let up for a second because if you do, the reader will take their eyes off the page and you will lose money. But the problem is, you can’t do this forever. And if you try, eventually you are going to write yourself into a corner where you’ve raised the stakes so many times, and you’ve re-manufactured the drama so often, people will stop caring. I call this the Dragon Ball effect.

How many times have these characters become gods at this point? Like three movies ago, the most recent movie was literally called “Battle of Gods.” I’m not even watching Super. Once your characters get so far away from humanistic stories people can relate to, you are no longer creating art. You’re manufacturing sensationalism. And it gets boring. These guys are starting to look like different flavors of freezie pops.

Maybe this is why the X-Men comics that come after this, the comics that make up the last leg of writer Chris Claremont’s 17 year run on the series, become so weird. Because perhaps there was no way to continue to raise the stakes any higher. After this point, we don’t get any more big crossovers until X-Tinction Agenda, but even that story is small and quaint when compared to what is presented here. Wolverine completely disappears from the series, all our other favorite characters disappear into the Seige Perilous to be transformed into completely different versions of themselves, and we get a lot of surreal stories that don’t have any sort of climax in the way that we’ve been conditioned to expect. The series becomes murky and ambiguous, without a solid narrative arc, and I think that’s why people regard the end of Chris Claremont’s writing on the series to be the weakest part of his run.

I can’t wait to read the X-Men comics that are coming up next. Because I didn’t know what in the FUCK was going on in these comics when I was a kid and I’m hoping they make more sense now.

Anyway, I’ll be the judge of all that, once I get there. (I may even indulge in the Infinity Gauntlet omnibus because, you know, there’s a couple X-Men involved in that). But regardless of what comes after this, I think it’s also true that the crossovers presented in this reading are generally regarded with less respect than Chris Claremont’s earlier work on the series, such as the Dark Phoenix Saga and Days of Future Past. This I don’t agree with. While the stories in this reading do range in quality, with Fall of the Mutants definitely being the weakest of the three big crossovers, and even though the Uncanny X-Men portion of Inferno isn’t even the central story of that crossover (the critical story elements take place in the far inferior issues of New Mutants and <ugh> X-Terminators written by Louise Simonson), Claremont’s writing is still much stronger, more layered, and more elegant than anything else that is presented in these collections. These crossovers may not be as timeless or original as the most famous X-Men stories, but the writing here is still really darn good and engaging (at least in Uncanny X-Men), and in my opinion, does not represent a decline in aptitude on the part of the writer. It’s clear that Claremont’s writing has continued to mature and become more nuanced, so much so that when you compare it to the first issues he wrote for the series, it seems like he’s a completely different writer.

KALIDASCOPICALLY. Again, these were just the silliest panels I could find after looking for about 25 seconds.

Personally, I love this period of X-Men comics. Under Claremont’s executive control, no plot thread gets dropped. No minor detail goes disregarded. Characters continue to grow and develop at such a natural pace, sometimes it feels like my own life is developing right alongside theirs. This adds depth to these readings and I can’t describe how it feels to be a part of them, and I think it’s this element that is missing from so many other comic books written by so many other comic book writers, including nearly every X-Men story written after Chris Claremont left the series.

Case in point, there are so many minor recurring characters that appear in these stories, like Franklin Richards. (I seriously tear up every time I see these panels). This little guy bounces around the Power Pack, the X-Men, and the Fantastic Four like a ping pong ball. He’s a key character in the story line where Kitty Pryde finally recovers from the wounds she suffered during Mutant Massacre. And even though Kitty and Franklin have only met each other a few times, those meetings have meaning and they are remembered and called upon in the telling of the current story. All of the efforts made by the writers and editors to keep the narrative linked make these characters seem like real life people with weight and substance, rather than a thin layer of ink on a piece of paper. And it totally works.

Ugh, this review turned into another circle jerk about the writers of these comics, and especially about Chris Claremont. But what can I say. It’s because of the writers that we are here. Love or hate these comics, and I know Claremont’s wordy scripts are not everyone’s cup of tea, but these are the stories that make the X-Men what they are. It’s tough to be aware of these things when you’re in the middle of reading them, but I’m having the absolute best time writing this blog right now, and it is primarily because these are the comics that resonate with me the most. And when I’m finished with Claremont’s material and I’m slogging through some crap written by Chuck Austen, I bet I’m going to look back on these days with envy.

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Try Again (Sirius Black X Reader)

Request: hello, can I request an imagine Sirius black x reader and the reader and Sirius were once in a quick relationship (bc of Sirius and his playboy says) but then when he breaks it off with the reader he immediately regrets it and try’s to get them back? Thank you!

A/N: Sorry this took so long. It’s been a hectic couple of weeks. I’m going to try to get the remaining of my requests done before I have to go back to school. We’ll see how that goes. Enjoy!

“Never ever ever?”

You groaned in frustration. Being cornered in the Potions hallway by 2/4 of the Marauders was not what you had in mind for an after class activity. You shouldered your bag, trying your best to continue to walk with the two boys hounding you.

“I’ll tell you both what I told him. If he really cares about me, he wouldn’t have done the crap that he did. Don’t you two have more important things to worry about than Black’s love life?” You asked, quickening your pace.

The boys hurried up, doing as best as they could to keep stride with you.

“You know me, (Y/n). The last thing I want to care or worry about is Sirius Black’s love life. But he literally won’t shut up about you, can’t you at least talk to him?” Remus pleaded. “He’s worse than James.”

“Hey!” The raven haired boy on the other side of you cried out in indignation. You sighed and stopped, both boys quickly halting on either side of you.

You looked between them. “I don’t care what he says or does. He broke my heart, I’m not going to make the same mistake twice, guys. I can’t.”

Remus and James didn’t say anything or move as you kept on walking. They sighed and shook their heads.

You sighed as you leaned back in your cushioned seat in the common room, ready to get some casual reading done since you’d caught up all your homework.

“Hey (Y/n)!” A voice cut through your comfortable musings and you sighed, bookmarking your page. A first year walked up to you.You’d seen him around and talked to him a few times, but why he would decide to interrupt your peaceful reading time was beyond you.

He held up a bouquet of flowers when he saw your confused expression. “Sirius Black asked me to give these to you.” He smiled sheepishly and you stood, turning to head for your dorm.

“Wait! What do I do with these?” The first year called and you grumbled under your breath a few choice words.

“Give them back to Sirius and tell him to leave me alone.” You called over your shoulder.

Sirius’ schemes kept getting worse and worse. He tried everything from sending you witty poems by owl to literally somehow enchanting one of the walls in a hallway to shout compliments at you whenever you passed. He got detention for that and you’d had to endure a week of the wall until McGonagall figured out how to reverse the effects of the enchantment.

No matter where you went; the library, Hogsmeade, the Great Hall… He’d get there first and set up some elaborate ploy to woo you back. It was the most annoying thing you’d ever had to go through in your life. It didn’t matter what you said or did at this point, it would only encourage him. Finally, you’d had enough. You were already not in the best mood because your father had sent you an Owl with some rather upsetting news. You saw Sirius in the hallway, he hadn’t even done anything yet that day. He was standing with Remus, Peter and James, laughing.

You stormed over. “Stop. It.” You snapped as you got within earshot of the group.

Remus, James and Peter all froze in their places, looking to Sirius for his reaction. Unfortunately for you, he was completely unphased by your sudden outburst. Instead he seemed rather excited.

“Are you finally giving in?” He asked hopefully. You glared, disgusted.

“No. I’m not giving in. I’d rather date Peeves, Sirius Black. Why can’t you just take no for an answer and leave me alone.” You growled and turned on your heel, storming down the hallway back to your dormitory.

The crowd that had gathered dissipated. The other three Marauders stood in complete shock, not expecting the outburst from you at all. Sirius hung his head, cheeks slightly pink.

“I’ll see you guys later.” He murmured heading in the direction of his own dormitory.

It had been a week since your little… incident with Sirius and you were starting to feel a bit guilty about what you’d said. Sirius had stopped his attempts at winning you over. In fact, he’d stopped coming to class or meals in the Great Hall as well. Your stomach churned every time you looked at where the Marauders always sat to eat meals and only saw three.

“H- Hey guys.” You approached Remus, James and Peter as they were leaving the Great Hall something none of the boys had been expecting you to do.

“Hi (Y/n).” Remus smiled, attempting to keep the conversation civil. James crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Are you here to yell at us too?” He asked coldly. You were taken aback. You had expected Sirius to be upset about that, but the other Marauders?

“I just wanted to know where Sirius has been. I… kind of feel bad for exploding at him the other day.” You twiddled your thumbs and Remus raised his eyebrows, clearly slightly surprised.

“He’s… in the dorm. He told us he’s too embarrassed to leave.” Peter piped up from James’ left.

“We can sneak you in if you want to talk to him. We’ve tried our best to get him to come out but it’s no use. Not even James offering to prank Severus is working.” Remus looked around to make sure no one was listening in on the conversation. James opened his mouth to protest but Remus nudged him.

True to his word, Remus and Peter helped you smuggle into the Gryffindor boys dorm. You stood by the doorway, staring at a lump of what could only be Sirius Black face down on his bed.

“Go away, Prongs. I told you I don’t want to leave..” He mumbled dejectedly. You smiled slightly as you approached the bed.

“I’ll be sure to let him know that when I see him again.” You cheekily responded and Sirius whipped up from his bed, face turning red.

“(Y/n)!” He squeaked. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled awkwardly, sitting on the bed across from his. “I wanted to… I felt like I should apologize for what I said to you the other day. It was really… rude and unfair… I was having a bad day and I saw you…”

“I should’ve never done all that ridiculous crap.” Sirius buried his face in his hands. You looked down at your own feet.

“I liked it.. These past few days I’ve missed it. I didn’t realize that until you stopped though. I… When you broke up with me, you know it took me a long time to get over you. I didn’t want to fall again and have to deal with a whole new fresh set of hurt.” You admitted. Sirius looked up from his hands at you.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I just wanted to make it up to you.. I realized after I’d made such a big mistake. I don’t understand why you’re different from any of the other girls I’ve been with. With you, it really hurts.” His eyes watered slightly. You looked up, smiling slightly.

“That’s not a bad thing, Sirius.” He smiled slightly that was the first time you’d used his first name in front of him since the two of you had broken up.

“It’s not?” He asked, fiddling with his fingers.

You shook your head. “It means you fell for me too.”

He sighed. “Too bad I realized it too late.” He guiltily looked up at you. You smiled slightly.

“Well, it’s never too late to try again.”

Sirius nearly pounced on you, hugging you. “Do you mean it for real?” He asked, resting his head on your shoulder and looking up at you. You smiled slightly.

“Yeah. I do. Let’s try again, Sirius.”

“I’d love to, (Y/n).”

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 7 years

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I’m A Monster (Part 2)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Word Count: 883 // Rating: Mature

Warnings: post breakups, angst, self hate, longing

Summary: Remus is sure that if he stays with reader she’ll get hurt, she wants him to believe otherwise

Note: Requested fic but decided that if i did it in one it’d be a super long chapter so I’m gonna split it into a few parts [updated 9/22]

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PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

Hey! I was wondering if you could write a Remus x reader, where he and the reader have a huge fight ending in a break up when Remus calls her a name, after which she falls into a bad place and sirius talks some sense into Remus and it's all ANGSTY!!

'Y/N please get up,’ Lily begged, tugging on Y/N’s feet under the covers as the girl clung to the headboard of her four-poster bed. A muffled ‘no’ resounded from underneath a pillow causing Lily to sigh. Tossing her long red hair back she said, ‘Fine but you only have half an hour to get to class. If you miss any more lessons McGonagall said she’s going to come up here and get you herself. Your choice.’

And with that Y/N heard her feet march across the room and the dormitory door slam shut. Shifting to a sitting position Y/N looked at the clock on the bedside table which read 8:30 am. She supposed that she better attempt to go to class today even though for the last week and a half she had feigned terrible menstrual cramps in the hopes that her head of house wouldn’t force her to attend lessons, which McGonagall hadn’t. In the first few days, her friends had been supportive, they’d helped her avoid Remus as much as possible and even brought her food from the dining hall so she wouldn’t have to be present at meal times. Though now they were growing tired of this routine and expected her to return to normal.

But how could she, it was one thing to break up with someone, it was another thing to have to see them every day. Climbing out of bed she headed to the bathroom to wash and then came back into the dormitory to put on her school uniform. By the time she was ready, the clock read 08:55 am, which left her 5 minutes to get down to her first lesson of the day. Herbology.

This wasn’t too bad, though Remus was in her class she could put enough distance between herself and him so that she would barely have to look at him let alone speak to him. Making her way rapidly to the greenhouses she arrived just in the nick of time and plonked herself on the end of the table on the opposite side of the room to the marauders.

Remus watched her enter, though he turned his eyes away as she scanned the classroom looking for a seat. He’d felt so guilty this past week and though he knew she’d be upset he never thought that she would skip school because of him. As the lesson progressed he found himself glancing at her, hoping that she’d look at him though Y/N was adamantly using all of her willpower not to. Her hair was down, which was unusual and she was wearing more makeup than she normally did which Remus found curious. In Remus’ opinion, she never needed makeup but he assumed this was a post-breakup ploy to make him feel bad, and it was working.

Y/N kept her eyes fixed on her work and the people at her table through the whole of the lesson, but she could feel Remus’ eyes on her which made her grateful for the idea she’d had to have her hair down as it provided some shield from him seeing how tired she actually looked. That was why she’d worn extra makeup today too, the bags under her eyes looking more like purplish bruises rather than just lack of sleep. When the bell rang, Y/N had her bag and jacket and was out the door before Professor Sprout dismissed the class. Her next class wasn’t a problem as Remus was not in it though she did have to sit next to James, with whom she would usually have a good time with, though now an awkwardness lingered in the air.

She was on a roll until her fourth lesson where she made it to Transfiguration later than she intended and the only spot left in the room was her usual place, right next to Remus. Sighing inwardly, she slipped into the seat next to him, sitting as close to the aisle as possible as McGonagall doled out matchboxes for them to work on and asked them to take out their books. Fortunately, the work they were asked to do was solo so there was no need for talking between the pair, a fact that Y/N was very grateful for.

They didn’t speak, she didn’t even look at him but Remus couldn’t help himself. After over a week apart now she was next to him and he spent most of the lesson looking at her. A long curtain of hair blocked most of his view but he could see the bags that had formed under her eyes. Her eyes were still slightly red as if she’d been crying not so long ago, Remus’ heart twanged. As she moved the scent of her perfume hit his nostrils and he wanted nothing more at that moment than for her to crawl into bed with him and lay there forever, in each other’s arms.

By the time Remus attempted to say something to her the bell rang and she was gone from her seat like a whippet, leaving him dumbfounded. Whilst he sat in the great hall with the boys he scanned the Gryffindor table for her face but it wasn’t there, after scanning the other tables he discovered that she was nowhere to be found. He didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

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