#remus (belle’s version)

[prettybabybaby]

thoughts on shy reader being super horny and remus just. knows. so he gets super brazen and makes the reader ride him

i wrote one with a similar to this ! here's the link !

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

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remus sensed your frustration hours ago, even before you did. the way you unconsciously clasped his hand and moved it to your lap making it clear to him. you wiggled around, all focus lost as you tuned out of the conversation. lingering looks were shot in his direction, scanning the side of his face as he pretended not to notice.

he liked seeing the internal struggle, only relenting and pulling you away after a quiet, "rem..."

now you're perched on his mattress, thighs closed and hands gripping the hem of your skirt. your lips are obviously bitten and you move to sink your teeth into them again as remus saunters over to you. your glazed eyes run down his frame as he shrugs off his sweater.

remus shakes out his mousy hair as he throws the thick fabric to the side, glancing down to see you still staring at his lean stomach. he grins, catching the way your shift your thighs. a hand falls onto your head, caressing your hair and running down your cheeks, lifting your face. your flesh is hot and your breathing is uneven as he leans in closer to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. you lean into it, lips still puckered as he pulls away.

he removes his belt, chuckling silently at the way your face brightens. you look down and he sits, back against the headboard of his bed.

a light tap to his thigh has you crawling towards him obediently, chest rising and falling as you climb on top of you. his lips move against yours instantly, loving the squeak of surprise as his hand follows the path between your thighs to your core without his usual relentless teasing.

the cotton of your panties is drenched in arousal. his poor girl. remus slides his fingers over the front of them, relishing in the soft moan the action pulls from you.

remus releases your lips, laying a peck to your nose. your face tilts upwards, lips ready to melt into his as you press your body into his. he chuckles, holding your chin as he gives you a quick kiss, "eager?"

you look away and remus grins wolfishly, a short laugh coming out of his nose. he pushes you back gently, enough to give him access to the button of his pants. he pops it open, watching your face as he pulls down the zipper, exposing the bulge trapped in his underwear.

"go on then," he says, "use me."

you swallow, dropping your head into his chest to hide your face. you shake your head, embarrassed, "please..."

"you can do it," he murmurs, pushing your hair aside and kissing your ear. you shiver, a hesitant hand inching closer and closer to his twitching length. you look up at him, eyes glassy and lust-filled as your touch brushes over him.

remus places fingers grip your hand, pushing it against his hard cock. you take a deep breath as he glides your hands towards his waistband, "c'mon, sweet girl. you got it."

you whine, gently pulling at the band until his cock jumps free. your eyes glaze and he feels your hips move. remus takes your hand again, bringing to his mouth and spitting on the palm. you gasp, lips parting as he guides you downwards. you pump his cock a few times, hips moving against his thigh in time with your strokes.

"c'mon, dove," he drawls, "sit."

you release a shaky breath, rising to your knees as you inch closer to him. you blink rapidly as you try to avoid his gaze, cunt hovering over his length. you shut your eyes again, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face in his neck.

he grins again, the hands on your hips moving to your top and lifting the fabric. you whimper at the contact of his skin on yours. "sit," he says again, "y'can do it."

you nod, reaching under your skirt to shove your panties to the side, sighing as the head of him nears your aching hole. you sink down slowly and remus flexes his thighs to control himself as you squeeze him, taking him fully. your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut and a content moan slipping from your lips.

"look at me, love," he mumbles, fighting the urge to rut into you. it takes you a few seconds but you oblige, teary eyes meeting his. he leans forward to mouth at your neck, letting you use him to your hearts content.

#remus (belle’s version) #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x shy!reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin smut #remus lupin blurb #marauders era #marauders remus #marauders x reader #marauders smut #hp marauders #harry potter marauders #marauders #remus lupin

[spir4nts-lun4r]

hi ✩

I'm not new to Tumblr but this is a new account, so here's a get to know me ig;

I go by crowen on here

I'm 17 y/o

I'm already gladly infatuated with someone so please refrain from any flirting

I am deeply in love with music, poetry, books, good films, the universe of cinema in general and black coffee.

I feel very connected to space, stars and the moon especially, hence the space themed username.

I am heavily fixated on solitaire and have been for about 2 years now. It haunts my every thought and I associate everything I do or say to solitaire.

my favourite tv shows are bojack horseman, queens gambit, sherlock holmes BBC, anne with an e, young royals, umbrella academy, heartstopper, gilmore girls, I am not okay with this, the end of the f***ing world, fleabag, everything now and life is strange (not a show but feels like one)

my favourite films are the perks of being a wallflower, girl interrupted, fantastic mister fox, coraline, moonrise kingdom, all the bright places, the edge of seventeen, call me by your name, asteroid city, watership down and dead poets society.

my favourite books are solitaire, loveless, the Harry potter series, the perks of being a wallflower, a good girls guide to murder series, Mathilda, the secret garden, metamorphosis, the bell jar, the narnia series and les misérables.

I major in biology, physics, chemistry and math but I suck at most of it, I'm not really good at studying generally, but biology and chemistry is pretty interesting otherwise.

I really like cats, crystals and insects, I particularly like to collect dead insects and pin them into frames for my room. I also collect animal bones for similar reasons.

I'm pretty sure I have depression among other issues but it's rather complicated to get a diagnosis and medical help because of some personal issues, so yeah that's fun lols.

I kin tori spring, bojack horseman(not a flex.) , chloe price, charlie kelmeckis, mia polanco, sydney novak, remus lupin AND sirius black(the marauders fandom versions), anne shirley, susana kaysen, theodore finch, fleabag, nadine byrd, ladybird, matilda wormwood and alyssa foley.

i also own another blog solely dedicated to poetry and maybe eventual writing (I really love literature a lot), the blog is called @aionios-monaxia

that's all for now lmao good luck to anyone with the patience to read it all, bye ★*･ﾟ⋆ ༄

btw, please send me anons I find them very entertaining!

#solitaire #young royals #heartstopper #moonrise kingdom #wes anderson #fantastic mr fox #harry potter #narnia #bugs #animal bones #the end of the fucking world #i am not okay with this #the umbrella academy #queens gambit #bojack horseman #the marauders #coraline #asteroid city #astrology #cinema #coffee #tori spring #micheal holden #bbc sherlock #anne with an e #girl interrupted #the perks of being a wallflower #the edge of seventeen #all the bright places #everything now

[marauderswolf22]

sirius would beg, on his knees, cry, so that remus would agree on being a part of their version of the mean girls jingle bell rock dance. so he would say yes

#he would be so proud omg #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #dead gay wizards #remus lupin #marauders headcanon #sirius being sirius #remus being remus #padfoot #moony #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #moony wormtail padfoot prongs #james & peter & remus & sirius #james potter #prongs #wormtail #peter pettigrew #the blacks family #the black brothers #the marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #starchaser #jegulus #sunseeker

[spring-picnics]

♡ cookies - send me a song and a character/ship and i will write you a blurb.

Paper rings- Taylor swift

Remus lupin

a/n: inspired by my biggest inspirations, my friends :) @cilantro8239 @copyofonlyangel28 @himarose @ga1axystar and i know you guys headcanon remus as gay and he is in love with sirius, but my heart belongs to a bi!remus. aid the delusions for a bit so you can enjoy my writing bc it was wholly inspired by you guys <3 also i didn't proofread it so excuse any mistakes. i also don't really like the ending, so just stick to the middle, shes juicy.

Paper rings ♡ remus lupin x reader

you were absolutely losing it in arithmancy. it was insane that sirius had managed to get all of you to take a glorified maths class, but he did, and now, you were here with all of your friends, absolutely bored out of your mind.

james was doodling something on lily's hand, sirius was doodling something on james' hand, peter was trying to remember the movements to apple on a stick, you were silently watching everything, and remus was writing and simultaneously folding paper.

your eyes focused in on remus' hands. harsh scribbles of rushed handwriting, followed by gentle but strong creases. he was usually so pragmatic, but as you watched him now, you understood that it was just a cover up for something fierce and similar to the altruistic version of him you meet before every full moon.

you could get lost in knowing him, and unbeknownst to you, he could get lost in knowing you; countless handpicked bouquets lie flattened in a small paper journal under his bed, in between pages of 3am realisations and love letters. he's bewildered by you in a way you could never even begin to comprehend. his whole existence is a love letter to you; every waking moment he spends is an ineluctable confession of something so profound, he doesn't even have a clue as to how it happened.

it could have been that very first day, when you were both waiting to be sorted. he was anxious and worrying, just like he always has been, and you were caring and gentle, just like you've always been. or maybe it was the night after you found out about his dilemma; he didn't know that someone could care about him like that. hundreds and thousands of moments where all he can think about is his love for you.

"hey remus! are those rings???" and suddenly, james has awoken the both of you from a shared quintessential lull.

two small paper rings hang from his fingers, and before you know it, sirius is between the two of you reciting wedding vows as if it was his birthright while james starts mimicking wedding bells. remus begins to anticipate a red flush all over his freckles as sirius makes crude comments: "we all know the three rings. engagement ring, wedding ring and suffer-ring." and lily just watches, half judgementally like she always does, and the other half in somewhat awe that her insane friend is now an acting minister.

remus is still lost in a blur, james is giggling and clapping (he wholeheartedly supports the matrimony), lily is trying to work on her report, while also trying to make a sarcastic comment every now and then, and sirius is asking you if you take remus' hand in marriage.

"do you promise to take care of your husband through sickness and in health?"

"always," you respond with added flair.

"the line is i do??? maybe i should be the bride instead."

when remus finally comes to, you've agreed to be his wife and james hasn't stopped talking about how this is a match made in heaven and sirius is telling you both to kiss. so he does what he does in all awkward situations: freeze. and so you do what you do in all awkward situations: make the whole scenario 10x more awkward by attempting to carry him bridal style, making the whole legal contract "thing" completely binding in sirius and james' eyes.

when you finally manage to leave class, you two are in seemingly connected, strung together by an invisible string called sirius black's persistence and james potter's support, the true foundations of any healthy marriage.

if he can't profess his undying love for you, he will just have to wear a small paper ring for the rest of his life (and let sirius and james make fun of him).

#cold autumn nights 2022 #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x yn #remus lupin x y/n #marauders fanfic #marauders headcanon #marauders fluff #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x gender neutral!reader #remus lupin x fem!reader

[starry-sparky]

Very quick short headcanons for what some of the sides favorite Christmas songs are

Roman: his favorite is DEFINITELY Last Christmas by Wham! It’s got a good beat, it’s about heartbreak, it’s dramatic. He WILL sing it at the top of his lungs.

Virgil: Definitely Carol of the Bells but specifically the one by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. It’s edgy, it’s dramatic and that version has no lyrics, it’s perfect.

Patton: He says his favorite is Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, but it’s actually his second favorite. His REAL favorite one is Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, specifically the one by Judy Garland.

Remus: His top two are Santa Baby (specifically the one by Kylie Minogue because of the fact that she moans quite a bit in it) and Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer.

I couldn’t really think of which ones would be Logan and Janus’ favorites lol

@thatsthat24

#youtube #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders

[sunstar-13]

PT9 the soup...

Click here for previous parts and here for last part

*door bell rings*

‘Remus! My saviour, did you bring the goods!?’

‘Yes James I brought the goods’ with a sigh Remus pushes past James and heads towards the kitchen, where he finds regulus. Not just any regulus but a sick Victorian child version of regulus who seems to be guarding the cupboards with his life - or whatever he has left in him -

‘You didn’t!?’ Regulus retorts

‘Yes I did.’

‘TRATOR! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE TOMATOES’

‘Yes, I do’ smirking Remus takes small steps towards regulus, eventually cornering him. Peter, Sirius and James believe this soup to be magic. As coincidentally Pete had a headache one day and they popped in to Aldi to grab him some soup, and this very soup just happened to cure him - it was actually just the paracetamol kicking in. From that day in the soup became sacred to them.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, knows how much regulus hates tomatoes. It all started when he and Sirius were kids. They had a tomato eating competition - who can eat the most tomatoes in a minute - regulus lost that competition and has hated tomatoes ever since, partly because he’d lost and partly because he’d eaten enough tomatoes to last him a lifetime.

Once Remus successfully made the soup, whilst dealing with regulus pouting in the corner, he drags his best friend towards the table and tells him to eat. However regulus is stubborn, very stubborn and refuses.

‘Come on reg do it for James!’ Remus is getting desperate and doesn’t know what to do, when he remembers the one thing that regulus would do anything for. Doris.

Doris is Remus’ and Sirius’ cat. Regulus would die for Doris, trade all of his books and his soul for cuddles with Doris. He would even sell his own brother- but then again he’d sell Sirius for a ham and cheese toastie.

‘If you eat the damn soup, I will call Sirius and ask him very nicely to bring Doris over.

At that regulus’ eyes widen, spoon in hand and slowly but surely he begins to eat.

Now there are some side effects to this soup, but everyone reacts differently. Regulus however is most unpredictable…

Ah ok so, sorry if anyone found that a bit boring as I am still sick and have been very busy lately there will be more on the soup and Doris - lmk if you know what Doris I’m talking about 🤭 - then it’ll be back to hogwarts…

Hope you enjoyed, see you next week:)

#marauders #remus john lupin #regulus black #moonwater #harry potter #soup #sickness #james potter #sirius black #cat

[aceoflove]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆Hello Darlings!!!⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

I'm Bee. I'm a uni student who adores fandoms from across the galaxy

Pronouns: She/Her

I adore writing.

This is my second blog, but I've barely posted my writing anywhere, so I thought why not! I also thought that I could post my art here!

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆Fandoms + Characters⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Ask about ships, I will most likely do anything from the fandoms except incest. The ask will be deleted if it breaks those rules/my personal rules

Platonic Only ✯

Set Ship (one that will be present as a background one if appropriate) ۵

𓆸 Marvel:

Tony Stark ۵

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Thor

Steve Rogers

Clint Barton

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Loki

Spider-Man

Peter Quill

Gamora

Nebula

Rocket ✯

Groot ✯

Drax

Mantis

Adam

Cosmo ✯

Kraglin

Kamala Khan

Bruno Carrelli

T'Challa

Shuri

Scott Lang

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Pepper Potts ۵

Carol Davers

Yelana Belova

Kate Bishop

Shang Chi

𓆸 Narnia:

Edmund

Lucy

Peter

Susan

Caspian

Eustace

Aslan ✯

𓆸 Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Oliver Wood

Cedric Diggory

Mattheo Riddle

Regulas Black

Sirius Black ۵

James Potter

Remus Lupin ۵

Lily Evans

I may be inexperienced with writing for some fandoms, but feel free to ask if I do know the fandom!

Ones that I am less confident in, but will write for include:

𓆸 Maze Runner:

Newt

Gally

Thomas

Alby

Minho

𓆸 Six Of Crows (Book version mainly):

Kaz ۵

Inej ۵

Jesper

Wylan

Nina

Matthias

𓆸 Wonka (2023):

Willy Wonka

Noodle ✯

Lottie Bell

Piper Benz

𓆸 Top Gun (both):

Maverick

Goose ۵

Carole ۵

Iceman

Rooster

Phoenix

Bob

Hangman

Fanboy

Payback

𓆸 Across/into the Spider-verse:

Miles Morales (Both)

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

Peter .B

Mayday ✯

Miguel O'Hara

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider-Noir

Spider-Ham ✯

𓆸 Anne Of Green Gables (1985):

Anne (with an E)

Gilbert Blythe

Dianna Berry

𓆸 Little Women:

Jo March

Amy March

Beth March

Meg March

Laurie

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆Notes⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

𓆸 I can do ships and x reader.

𓆸 I don't do smut.

𓆸 I can do requests, but they maybe a little slow

𓆸 Is this self indulgent.... yes

𓆸 I don't do some AU's, so if I don't do your AU request, I'm sorry

𓆸 I am straight cis and white so I am sorry if I do get representation wrong, I will try to do my research if it is specific and I will ask people around me to get it accurate as possible

𓆸 Please ask if you don't know!

𓆸 I may post OC's and their stories too

𓆸 I am open to talks btw!

Thank you my darlings!

#tony stark #iron man #tony stark x reader #Natasha Romanoff #Black Widow #Natashs Romanoff x reader #Iron Man x reader #bruce banner #hulk #bruce banner x reader #Thor odinson #thor odinson x reader #thor #Steve Rodgers #Captain america #Steve Rogers x reader #captain america x reader #Clint Barton #Clint Barton x reader #Hawkeye #Hawkeye x reader #Wanda Maximoff #Wanda Maximoff x reader #Pietro Maximoff #Pietro Maximoff x reader #Loki #Loki x reader #Spider-man #Spider-man x reader #Peter Parker

[maelovesmarlene]

the beginning

I saw an Instagram post a few months ago, I cannot for the life of me find it or remember who wrote it, just like almost everything that inspired my fics and shorts. But the post had a list of interesting concepts for marauder AU's and one of them was an Enola Holmes AU. While I absolutely adore Enola Holmes, one of my all-time favorite versions of the Holmes/Watson adventures is the BBC Sherlock TV show starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman. So may I present to you, the character concepts, chapter 1 outline, and the first unedited part of the first chapter of my newest WIP, (which I have yet to name) based on BBC Sherlock and the Marauders Era characters.

James- John

Regulus - Sherlock

Sirius - Mycroft

Remus - Lestrade

Donaven - Peter

Bella - Eurus

Mrs Hudson - Dora or Mcgonagal

Molly - Panda, not in love though

Moriarty - Barty

Stamford - Evan ml

Mary - Lily

Irene - Emma??

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-James is in therapy for fighting as a surgeon/ doctor in an unamed war, his therapist ( Mcgonagal) she tells his he has PTSD and trouble connecting with people like he used to.

James meets up for drinks with an old medical school friend, Evan, Evan suggests he become Regulus’s flatmate since they are both looking for one.

-Shortly after meeting with regulus, and being shocked by his cold demeanor, regulus decides that james is an acceptable flat mate and tells him to move in.

-Remus shows up, asking for Regulus’s help, Peter with him. Peter warns james about Regulus

-upon arriving at the crime scene where Antony Peverell was found dead in his classic Dark green suit

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A study in green: chapter 1 “I'm sorry, I just feel as if my chest is being constricted every time I start to talk about it,” James said referring to the conversation he and his therapist had just been having about the battle. The battle that nearly took his life once and that felt like would actually kill him if he kept thinking about it.

“That's perfectly normal James, you are suffering from a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, we’ve talked about it many times.” Minerva said gently, smiling at James.

“I know, it just doesn’t feel like it should feel like this. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” James responded.

— — —

Limping down the rainy sidewalk, holding a red umbrella over his head, James thinks about what Doctor Mcgonagal had said to him, about his feelings being perfectly normal. None of his feelings feel good, let alone perfectly normal. James arrived right in front of a brick building, large windows displaying patrons inside, laughing over drinks, sitting on red faux leather that becomes sticky from sweat or perched on matching bar stools. James spots him inside, Evan Rosier.

James walks in the bar, the glass door swinging closed behind him, a bell signaling his arrival, Evan looks up, before his face split open into a wide grin. Evan slild out of the booth he was sitting in to greet James.

"Potter!” Evan exclaimed, pulling James into a tight embrace. “Hey Rosier” James said into Evans shoulder. Evan pulled back, tall and blond as ever, with a sharp jaw and stark blue eyes. After ordering beers, and entertaining a few pleasantries,

“How are you”

“Are you still with Jade?”

“How’s Pandora doing?”

Evan asked the real question that had been hanging over them for the las thalf hour.

“I thought you were abroad somewhere getting shot at, what happened?” Evan said.

“I got shot” James said simply. Evans face shifted from intruiged to concerned.

“Im fine now, just a limp in my left leg.” James didn’t bring up anything else on the topic of being shot at.

“Where are you staying now that your back in London?”

“Oh just at a motel for now. I need to find a flat mate or something.”

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Anywho ignore all the spelling mistakes i dont want to edit this right now and yuh.

BUT JAMIE AND EVAN ARE BUDDIES

i love them sm.

If you have any suggestions or ideas for this fic please lmk!!

#maelovesmarlene #marauders era #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #peter pettigrew #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #pandora rosier #lily evans #marylily #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #johnlock #john watson #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman #sherlock fandom #sherlockbbc #current wip #a study in scarlet

[kaaaaaaarf]

19, 23, 26 & 30 <33

Hello Monsieur L’éponge!! <3 Unfortunately I have already answered all of these!! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE I DUNNO. Everyone has the hive mind today. I'll also answer one that no one has asked <3

28. How did you recharge between fics?

Usually after I finish a fic (that isn't a microfic) I fall into a bit of a low mood/depression for a few days and am unable to write during that time. Something about the manic high I would be on to finish the fic/chapter, and the inevitable crash. I was lucky that didn't happen with my last fic, though.

19. Share your favourite opening line

Answered here! It's a good one, I gotta say. From Only Get (My Rocks) Off:

They say that every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings. Every time Remus has to listen to his neighbour’s fucking drainpipe clink against the side of the house, Remus gets a migraine and a hard-on. 

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

Answered here!

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Answered here!

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

Answered here!

2023 year in review fic writer asks

#ask me #monsieur l’éponge tag

[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

¡ marauders masterlist !

remus tugs your head back with the firm grip on your hair, “what did you say?”

“harder,” you say, sunday dress squeezing your middle. “please, remmy, harder.”

he grunts and removes his hand from your clit, sliding it up your body before giving your exposed nipple a harsh twist. he pulls on your hair once more to have full access to your throat when he wraps his hand around it, squeezing it enough to make you feel dizzy.

“you want me to fuck you harder?” you nod vigorously and moan, the strained noise making his cock twitch inside you.

“mmm,” he hums, leaning in close to your ear, “precious little church girl worshipping me in front of the holy building? it’s blasphemous. you think you’ll be forgiven?”

you whine, lip wobbling at his words but you let your head fall forward with a wanton mewl when he intensely thrusts his cock into your tight cunt. “oh my god,” you stutter, “rem, th-thank you.”

“that’s right,” he grits his teeth, hissing when your cunt clenches his throbbing dick. “i’m your God now. you submit to me.”

#remus (belle’s version) #by belle ! #bellesblurbs #remus smut #remus x reader smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin Drabble #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #remus x you #marauders era x reader #marauders era smut #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders scenario #marauders x you #marauders smut #marauders drabble #hp #hp marauders #hp x reader #hp smut #marauders #remus #remus lupin

[caspian-16]

Time to save them all, Chapter 2

June 1st 1978

Harry had been in the past for a month now and to be honest, it wasn’t going well.

Harry had set up a tent deep into the forbidden forest, far enough that even Hagrid couldn't accidentally bump into him. Covering the tent walls were every location he could think of where the horcruxes were. Most of them were easy, apart from three. The diary and Nagini were most likely with Voldy and Harry had no idea where Dumbledore got the ring. 

What didn’t help was the fact that he now had to carry around the diadem everywhere he went. He didn’t want to break into Hogwarts to get it so, when he arrived in this time he snuck out of the great hall, grabbed it and ran as fast as he could out of there.The thought of being seen by anyone terrified him, imagine what would happen if Dumbledore saw him or worse his parents.

However, by the state of him, it wouldn’t matter.

His hair had started to grow out and stubble resided on his face. Mud caked his boots and jeans, to the point you couldn’t see the colours underneath. His tank top had developed numerous grass stains, as well as his Weasley made cadigan. The Gryfindor sword constantly remained sheathed and strapped to his back at all times.

He didn’t have many opportunities to clean, as the nearest body of water was the black lake but it was too close to school and he had to only go when the students were sleeping and werewolf Remus wasn’t running about.

Harry had a plan.

It was a shit plan that could possibly lead to death but it needed to be done.

Once Harry destroyed a horcrux, Voldemort would be on to him. Luckily, this time he didn’t know who Harry was, so finding him would be difficult. It also helped that his number of followers hadn’t reached its peak yet.

So on June the first 1978, Harry was going to walk into the creepy, monster-filled cave, grab the locket and destroy it and the diadem simultaneously and if Harry was lucky (which for some strange reason he is, considering he has continuously been defeating one of the most powerful wizards ever, from the age of one and up) the combined blast from both destroyed horcruxes would give him enough time to flee.

Merlin help him!

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2 Hours Later

Harry thought he was God!

Because it is physically impossible for anyone to survive what he had just gone through.

First, Harry had to get to the island, that was basically a giant fucking rock in the middle of the sea, where he had only been to once, had no fucking clue where it was, all without getting splinched.

Second, Harry then had to get into to the magic cave, row the boat to the stupidly placed pile of rocks, and drink the posion that made Dumbledore go fucking insane.

Thirdly, Harry then had to perfectly hit both horcruxes at the same time with a sword, all while being clawed to death by terrifying lake creatures, in the faint hopes it could possibly save his life.

So, Harry thought he was God!

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                                  June 11th 1978

Harry had since moved from the forbidden forest and was now walking down the streets of Diagon alley. He was in desperate need for a hot shower and a decent meal so a night in the leaky cauldron was his best bet. 

The 70s were quite a fun time in Harry’s opinion. There were people of all genders wearing bell bottoms, heels and tight shirts with messy hair and lots of denim and leather. He imagined a younger version of his uncle Sirius wearing these muggle clothes and dragging the marauders to Bowie and Queen concerts, like he detailed in the future.

The wizard world hadn’t changed much. He still saw people in robes and pointy hats, mostly the same stores occupying the same places. The only difference he could find were the different quidditch players plastered on posters.

Although he was in a time before his birth, he felt comfortable here.

Harry could see the effects of destroying 2 horcruxs this early on in the past did. Deatheaters were becoming violent (more than they already were) and we're hunting down anybody who could possibly be connected.

He knew where the next horcrux was, with Bellatrix Lestrange. She wouldn’t have put the Hufflepuff cup in her vault yet, that would happen in a few days. Hopefully, he would be able to steal and destroy it while they were on their way to Gringots (as apperating there would be near impossible considering the curse on the item). 

Harry hoped luck would again be on his side.

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French Kiss: Tale of the Revolution, Ch. 16: Lord Robespierre

Colorized version of Fighting at the Hotel de Ville, 28th July 1830 by Jean Victor Schnetz. (embedded image description)

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11 July 1789

“Well,” Janus remarked at the sight of a dozen more guards ringed around an enormous carriage. Resplendent in a gleaming white, the sash and window frames were trimmed in gold, and its six horses’ leads were wrapped in green silk and tiny golden bells. Even the spokes were gilded, though now marred and splattered with the merde of the streets of Paris. “We shall arrive at the prison in style, at least,” he finished, standing tall as one of the guards pulled open the door and ushered him forward.

A hand reached out from the cozy darkness of the cab. A familiar hand.

Remus leaned just far enough that Janus could make out his silhouette, one finger raised to his lips. Janus nodded, took the Prince’s hand and settled into the carriage with a little laugh.

“What in heaven are you doing in Paris?” He slid closer, eyes still adjusting to the dim light. “Your wig!” he gasped. “You… “ Janus reached for Remus’ cheek. “You’re not wearing any powder. And your clothes…” Remus wore a simple—for him—silk blouse and soft linen breeches with a matching waistcoat. Another laugh spilled from his lips. “How did you—Why did you?”

“Mon douceur…” Remus murmured, pulling him closer until he was nearly in the Prince’s lap. The driver snapped the reins and the horses began to move. “How? With a prize such as you at the end of the journey?” He whispered next to Janus’ ear, lips grazing his lobe. “All things are possible. As for why…”

He cradled Janus’ face between his hands and a flicker of longing danced over his eyes. “I missed you, mon douceur. Mon Janus sucré.” Remus drew close and dragged his thumb over Janus’ bottom lip. “May I show you how much?”

Free of makeup, free of their wigs, free of everything, the world around them faded. Wrapped in Remus’ arms, nothing but breath between them, Janus whispered, “Yes, please, I want—” the rest of his words were lost to their kiss.

After minutes or hours, Janus broke away. “My… my friends… They don’t know. They think… they thought you were arresting me.” He looked up at Remus. “I have to go back.”

“What if we sent word that would arrive even before you could?” Remus watched his eyes, long fingers still entwined with his. “Then would you stay?”

“I am tempted,” he whispered, moving closer.

Something softened behind Remus’ eyes, and a tiny, hopeful smile pulled up one corner of his mouth. “Mmm…” He knocked on the partition and the carriage eased to a stop. “It sounds as though you want me to tempt you.”

“Perhaps I do.” He lowered his voice, their words no longer muffled by the clop of the horses or the big, heavy wheels bumping against the road.

“Your Highness?” A voice called from outside the carriage. 

Remus waited a moment for Janus to adjust his skewed clothing, then unlatched the door. “We will be sending a note to Paris. The same café where you found Sir Juriste. Send Florian. He's fastest. And…” His eyes scanned the cab and Janus really looked for the first time, too.

It was easily twice the size of the little carriage he and Logan used on their trips to Versailles. The plush seats were upholstered in green velvet, with soft rabbit fur lap blankets tucked beneath the benches. The seats in front of them pulled down to reveal a compartment with wine and various wrapped packages. The rich aroma of smoked venison and the sharp tang of aged cheese filled the cab and made Janus' mouth water. Remus reached inside and pulled out a small box. “Here.” He lifted the lid, revealing a small writing desk, and set it on his own knees, facing Janus.

“Keep the carriage still while he writes, please,” Remus added to the guard, who bowed his head and let the door slowly close, restoring their privacy.

“Thank you, Remus,” Janus murmured, then carefully wrote a note to Logan and the others, apologizing for the fright. His quill hovered over the parchment and he glanced up at the prince. “How long shall I say I’ll be gone?”

“For however long you’d like to stay,” he smiled, careful. Not yet his full grin, eyes soft and attentive. Patient. Tentative. Remus' hand on his cheek was gentle and warm, a balm against the barbs of his arguments with Logan. “Teasing aside, mon douceur, I would take you back immeditately if that was what you wished.”

His eyes stung at the memory of Logan’s words and he stared at the parchment for a long moment. Finally, he smiled up at Remus and finished the note in a flourish. Janus leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against his lips, then nodded. Remus grinned as he prepared the seal and pressed his heavy ring into the center of the soft wax. Then he knocked again on the side of the cab and passed the note to the waiting guard. Janus opened his mouth, another flash of worry tightening his stomach, but before he even had to ask, the prince added one more instruction. “Have Florian wait for a response.”

Janus waited until the door closed on the retreating sound of a galloping horse and the carriage resumed its course. “Thank you,” he said again, laughing when Remus pulled him onto his lap. He grinned and stretched both arms to either side. His fingers didn’t even graze the doors. “There’s room to move in here.” Arms now draped over Remus' shoulders, he drew closer and mouthed along the edge of his jaw.

“We’re still a few hours away from the palace,” Remus smiled. “I suppose we must find some way to entertain ourselves during the journey.”

~~~

When the café door creaked open, a little gust of warm air rushed in, ruffling the papers strewn across the tables. Logan scarcely noticed, attention tied to the little server as he entered and shook his head. “The bookseller and the… ladies across the street haven’t seen any new prisoners brought into Bastille today,” he said, hanging the now empty sack he’d used to carry the bread he'd ‘accidentally’ overmade. They were all good people, but sometimes a gesture of goodwill helped remind them where their allies were. “It doesn’t sound like he’s there, Logan,” he whispered once he’d gotten closer.

The words were little comfort, and his mind chased a dozen scenarios. If Janus wasn’t at the Bastille, had the King had him executed already? Privately? That didn’t sound like the King, a showy man who preferred the spectacle of sham trials and public hangings for traitors. But perhaps he didn’t want to reveal just how close Janus had gotten to his son and his own inner circle and had discretely dispatched him, saving face and saving—

“Lo?” Patton’s voice was soft and he’d reached up to dab at the tear fighting its way down his cheek. “We’ll find him. And we’ll free him.”

Logan nodded and looked around the café. Colére and his friends were speaking quietly two tables down, the topic shifting between future plans, their latest conquests, and how they might cajole a bit more money from their parents for the cause—or their own pockets. Children. Still, he was grateful only Patton—and Remy, he realized with a sigh—had noticed his reaction. “I know we will find him,” he said without conviction. “And then we—”

The heavy tromp and rattling harnesse of a horse just outside the door interrupted all conversation in the café. “In the hatch,” Remy commanded in a whisper to the remaining patrons. The boys from the Sorbonne and a couple at the other corner of the café quickly complied. “And you?” he asked Logan and Patton, holding open the heavy oak door, constructed from the same wooden boards that made up the rest of the floor. A sliver of it showed over the top of the bar.

“No, I will…” he shook his head and nudged Patton toward their escape hatch. Patton stood firm, shaking his head. Logan gave up. “We will see what they have to say.”

“And if they’re only here to arrest you?” Remy closed the door and slid a foot mat over top, then spilled a bit of flour and water before stepping through the mess.

Stomping boots outside cut off any response Logan might have made and the door swung open, revealing a single of the King’s guards. His musket wasn’t drawn, still strapped to his back, and he was red faced and panting lightly, hair stuck to his forehead around the edges of his helmet. “Can I get you a drink?” Remy asked, a heavy steel pitcher in one hand as he slid out from behind the bar.

The guard began to shake his head, then finally nodded once as he reached inside his coat and pulled out a piece of parchment, folded and sealed with wax. “I was instructed to deliver this to Father Logan Gérault.”

“I am Father Gérault.” Logan’s voice shook but only slightly. He stepped forward and accepted the letter, fingers tracing the seal. The future King’s signet. It would be valuable soon, especially if the rumors of the current King's ill health held any truth. He opened the letter carefully, ripping a bit of the parchment to leave the seal intact. A wax seal like this was once a treasure. But if Janus was right… 

He squashed down the hope bubbling in his chest and opened the letter. “He’s alright,” he whispered, the opening words, the surety of his penmanship… Janus was truly alright. It was… it was…

“It was meant to be a surprise.” He pressed the letter against his chest and breathed. The words swam through tears. Was this all a game to them? Logan was tempted to give the letter back, or to shove it into Patton’s hands and let him continue reading.

“Logan?” Patton whispered and steered him back toward the table, shoving aside their plans. “Take your time,” he murmured and stood tall—as tall as his 5-foot frame allowed, at least—and met the guard’s eyes. “Thank you for delivering this. We were worried.” Patton tilted his head at the guard once Logan had resumed reading. “Would you like more water? Or perhaps some coffee before you go?”

Logan kept just enough of his senses to smile at Patton’s subtle invitation for an armed member of the Garde Royale to leave. The guard nodded, “I’ve been instructed to deliver a response, if you have one.” He cracked a smile at Patton’s earnestness. “But I would appreciate a coffee. It’s a long ride back to Versailles.”

Remy set a mug on a far table and filled it. The guard sat down and nursed the hot brew. Patton sat at the table across from him, and Logan didn’t miss how he’d put his own body between him and the guard. He let Patton’s quiet nattering fall away to a background buzz, punctuated by short chuckles from the guard.

Logan returned to the letter. But when he reached the last line, he fell into a chair, re-reading under his breath as though it could change the words in front of him.

“I shall return to Paris for a visit in a month or two. Yours faithfully, Janus.”

~~~

The rest of their ride to the palace had passed quickly, perhaps a little too quickly, and they’d needed to scramble to make themselves presentable again. “I see why you so favor scarves,” Janus teased, tugging gently at the edge of the green silk tied at his neck. “If you weren’t wearing this, all sorts of things might be visible,” he whispered as he leaned in as though to leave another mark against his skin.

“Speaking of tempting,” Remus laughed. The horse’s hooves clopped louder, echoing now against stone and not trees. He lifted the edge of the window covering and nodded. “We’ve arrived.” Reaching out to stroke Janus’ cheek, he then winked. “You’ll have to show me where else I should cover up tonight.”

By the time the carriage had slowed to a halt, they were ready for the steward to open the door and lead them inside. After a not-very brief interlude in the music room, they dressed for dinner. The two weeks Janus had spent with him seemed to have helped him bloom. They entered the formal dining room together and sat near Roman, far from the more sycophantic guests who jockeyed for a position closer to his father.

“So that’s where you’d disappeared to,” Roman smiled graciously, but there was a hint of a brotherly taunt in his voice. He sat regally, a pleasant and jovial expression on his face. Poised and calm. But his eyes darted up each time a new servant entered the room.

“He’s not back yet?” Remus asked. Frowning, he realized he didn’t know the name of the little servant who’d so captured his brother’s attention.

“No, he hasn’t.” Only Roman’s eyes revealed anything other than mild interest in the whereabouts of a favored server. He speared a bit of lamb with his fork and contemplated it. “When he does return, I plan to have the steward find him a more appropriate position.” Roman chewed thoughtfully, again, gaze pulled up at the sound of new footfalls from the serving hall. “He favors the horses… Perhaps he could be put in charge of the stables. Then Patton could send others out on the roads and he could… he could stay here.”

Janus remained quiet, but his posture told Remus he listened with more intent that it appeared. “Do you plan to ask him if he wants that?” Remus asked. “Or just… treat it as a staffing decision?”

“You don’t think he’s avoiding me, do you?” Roman looked up at him, ignoring his question, like he hadn’t heard it. Perhaps he hadn’t.

Raising a glass, he clinked his brother’s. “Only way to know is to ask.”

“He is likely only busy with his work,” Janus finally said, a flash of fire in his eyes. “I am certain he has far less leisure time than anyone seated at this table.”

“Quite true,” Roman laughed and took a slow sip of his wine. “I see why my brother keeps you so close.”

“Your brother is wise,” Janus laughed. 

“I'm not at all certain about that, but I do believe we must mangez bien, riez souvent…” He smiled and lifted Janus’ hand to his lips for a small kiss. “Et aimez beaucoup."

Roman laughed behind his napkin, shaking his head. “It appears you have certainly got that last part managed, brother.”

“Take what you must from what you see,” Janus murmured, a sweet blush tinging the edges of his ears. “Il ne faut pas se fier aux apparences.”

Roman tugged at Remus’ green sash. “We know that better than most.”

“Speaking of appearances,” Remus murmured behind his goblet, tone suddenly serious. “Father looks… tired.”

Roman nodded, lips drawn tight. “He’s not eating, either,” he said, tapping his fork against his own plate. Remus looked and his brother was right. The King’s plate was still full, even as he moved his utensils around it. “Those aren’t partisans,” Roman muttered. “They’re vultures. They smell his weakness.”

Remus watched, as did Janus. “Perhaps…” he mused, “Perhaps we should make dessert a family affair.” He raised his hand and a servant was by his side. “Philomène,” Remus smiled. “Would you be so kind as to relay to our father, loudly,” he added with a wink, “That we wish to take our dessert with him out on the terrace?” He looked pointedly at the salivating courtiers and ambitious vicomtes surrounding the King. “In private?”

Philomène smiled. There was reason he trusted her. “Happily, Your Highness.” With a bow, she moved to the other end of the table and repeated his message. The King and the vultures looked up as one and Remus raised his glass with a crooked grin. A rare smile graced his father’s face and he nodded.

~~~

Later that night, or it might have technically been early the next day, Janus and Remus lay together as sweet summer air wafted in from the open window and fluttered through the curtains hung from the prince’s bed. The breeze brought with it the heavy scent of night blooming jasmine from the garden and a faint riot of crickets and frogs in the pond. The bedding was mussed, and Janus stretched like a cat, silk sheets sliding off his chest with the movement. He rolled onto his side, propped up on one elbow. With his free hand, he traced the sharp angles of the muscles in Remus' broad chest and arms. He chuckled.

"I'd never expected royalty to be so…" he licked his lips and smirked when a flush dusted Remus' cheeks and neck. "So firm."

"Cheeky," the prince laughed, tugging Janus' hand closer and pressing kisses against each fingertip. He laced their fingers together then held their shared grip against his heart. "I’ve spent a lot of time in the fencing pens. There isn't much else around here for a physical outlet other than swords." He waggled his eyebrows at Janus. "Well, other than…"

"Hmm…" Janus chuckled, sliding a little closer. "I was certain I was not your first… physical outlet."

Remus' expression grew serious and he turned to his side and faced Janus fully. He cradled Janus' hand close and cupped his face, gently stroking his scar. "No, mon douceur… you're not my first. And I regret you can't be my last." He met Janus' eyes and didn't move away. Instead, he wiggled a small gold band off his pinkie and presented it to him.

"However, you will be the last in my heart." He released his grip on Janus' hands just enough to flare out each shapely finger. Remus slid the ring onto his slender index finger and smiled. It was a perfect fit. He briefly met Janus' eyes, his typically brash voice soft and hesitant. "Only if you'd wish it, as well. I am not asking you lightly, nor should you accept without careful consideration." He kissed Janus' hand again then stroked his hair, looking everywhere but his eyes.

“As King, I will be expected to sire an heir… like a horse or the court's hunting hounds. I… I do not like it, but without a clear successor to the throne after Roman and I are gone, France would plunge into a war between the nobles.” Remus finally met Janus’ eyes. “Could you live with that, mon douceur? With…” His voice cracked but he pushed on. “Knowing I must wed a Queen to… carry my children.”

Janus reached up and brushed away the tears that dared spill from his eyes. “Would I still be your King?”

The smile that spread across Remus’ face lit the room. He rolled on his back and pulled Janus on top of him. “Until my last breath and beyond,” he whispered, unshed tears sparkling in his eyes as he looked up at his love. He laced his fingers at the nape of Janus' neck and closed the distance between them, pouring his love into their kiss. Finally, he broke away, eyes wide. “If you’ll have me, that is.” He pressed another soft kiss against the scars that splashed across the sweet skin normally hidden by gloves. “You still have not answered.”

“There will be a scandal,” Janus's playful smile gave Remus hope. So did the soft touch on his cheek as Janus cradled his jaw.

Remus grinned, eyebrow cocked. “'Madame de Pompadour' was good enough for my father. Lord Robespierre is more than good enough for me.” He took Janus’ other hand and brought it to the side of his face, then slipped off the edge of the bed to kneel before him. “Will you be mine?” he asked again, a spark of fear tightening his throat. Perhaps Janus did not actually want this. Perhaps this was too much to ask. 

“My dearest,” Janus murmured, brushing his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones. He nodded slowly, then joined Remus on the floor, mirroring his pose. They knelt together and Janus pulled him down to the plush rug for a slow kiss. “I am yours.” He kissed Remus again, then whispered against his lips. “Until my last breath and beyond.”

~~~

Warm and safe, curled against Remus’ side the rest of the night, Janus didn’t sleep. He lay with his head pillowed against Remus’ chest, listening to the quiet thrum of his heart and staring at the ring. The flickering glow from the bedside lamp danced over the perfect gold band and the citrines dotting the surface gleamed with a fire of their own. Could he truly have everything he wanted? Not just this. This warmth and love and affection Remus so freely showered on him, but could he also have the power to help his city? Help his entire country? Even with only informal influence, living here in Versailles, he would have daily access to the King’s—to Remus’—ministers. He could affect real change, not just for Paris, but for all of France.

If Remus was sincere in his intention to install him in a position of actual power…. Janus imagined how much more he would be able to do, fighting from the inside, working each day to establish the revolution’s ideals of justice and liberty and brotherhood starting all the way at the top.

And his nights?

Remus sighed, drawing Janus a little closer before settling back into a deeper sleep. And his nights… With the exception, of course, when Remus was needed for his royal duties, Janus' nights would be spent wrapped in the arms of his love. He shifted against him carefully, fearful of disturbing this rare deep sleep. He tilted his head up and smiled.

Remus was already awake, watching Janus’ expression. “You’re beautiful when you’re scheming,” he murmured, voice rough and gravelly with sleep. Janus hummed, leaning in when he drew a hand through his bed-mussed hair.

“But I’m always scheming,” Janus chuckled, turning his head to kiss the inside of Remus’ wrist.

“That must be why I always find you so irresistible,” Remus laughed back, pulling him down for a long kiss. 

A sharp knock at the door interrupted them and Remus groaned, looking to the still dark sky. “I apologize for the intrusion.” The steward’s tense voice bled through the gap under the door. “You are needed.” Remus looked at the door with dread.

“Come in,” he called, sitting up and covering Janus with the sheet. He clutched his hand, fingers twitching.

The steward entered, then bowed his head, eyes on the floor. “Your Majesty.” A chill went up Janus’ spine at the extraordinary title and he squeezed Remus’ hand. “You will wish to be dressed.”

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I’m so excited for this one!! -Danny

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September—December 2003

The last time she'd been this tired, she was fifteen and taking her O.W.L.S.

After the interview with the Daily Prophet, everyone wanted to see the cure for themselves. They weren't allowed to enter the Department of Mysteries, of course, but Mel and Erick were now supervising the treatment back in St Mungo's and there were definitely more people in there than it should be. Mel had to usher them away, asking them for some consideration with the patients that had kept their conditions private and wanted to keep it that way.

She was taking Remus' treatment to Hogwarts once a month, she would go personally to make sure everything was in order. She was even considering sending a few spares so Pomfrey could have them at hand in case new students with the condition arrived. There would be no more children suffering the way Remus did.

Mel and Erick also decided to share their discovery with the world, it'd be part of the next edition of the standard book of Potions for the students on N.E.W.T. level in generations to come. Aurors now needed to know how to prepare it as well, since they'd certainly need it in case of an emergency.

The most difficult part, naturally, was getting the Morphy gene, which could only be drawn from a metamorphmagus' blood. It would take a long time to find a proper replacement, but for now, the generosity of wizards and witches had proven to be unwavering. Although to be honest, most of them didn't want to upset Mel. There weren't many metamorphmagi in London, but all of them were donating blood for the cause, enough to keep the ongoing treatments running.

It would also take a while before the rest of the world started to make their own cures. Muggles had blood donations all the time, and the wizards could quickly get used to it, but Mel was set on not asking for a bit of themselves every year forever in order to save others, she knew all too well the kind of pressure that could put on someone.

One night she got home completely exhausted, Mel had been standing for most of the day and her feet were killing her. Harry had left the kitchen light on so she could see once inside their home, he'd also left a plate of her favourite food in the oven and the young woman went to the drawing room to eat it comfortably on the couch.

Her gaze started to wander around the pictures hanging on the wall: Old, from before she was even born, less old, from her time at privet drive with Harry, and a few that could be considered recent, but they were actually from around five years ago, from her travels across the globe with Harry and her friends. She had a few pictures of Regulus and the rest of the babies, though they looked less and less with each passing year.

Mel didn't know why, but she felt like something was missing. It was similar to the time she'd broken the lifeline with Harry, a hole in her chest that didn't exactly hurt, but it made her unhappy.

Grey jumped onto her lap, he wasn't the same old playful kitty that he used to be all those years ago, but he'd always remained loving. The bell on his collar made a cutesy sound when he bumped his head against her. That made her thoughts click into place.

The house was too quiet. When Harry was awake during the mornings they would laugh out loud and talk to each other from across the hall, or yell when they were on different floors of the house— but he was so quiet when he slept now, no longer stalked by his old nightmares... she didn't feel their home's heartbeat in the dark.

The Flints house was always filled with the sound of little kids laughing, or Anne's soft voice singing while working in her office. If someone had told Mel years ago that Erick Flint's house would end up looking like a fancier version of the Burrow, she would've laughed.

Mel wanted a family. She'd ignored the feeling for too long and it was suffocating her. She wanted children and she wanted Harry to be their father. She chuckled at the absurdity of her anguish, but it quickly turned into something less cheerful.

What if he didn't want babies now? He hadn't brought up the subject in years, perhaps he'd discovered it was safer like this, or maybe he didn't want to die and leave a child fatherless as it'd happened to them, he knew how awful that could be. They both knew it.

Besides, after the news about the cure was published, some of the vilest werewolves started to send death threats to Mel, Erick and Daphne. Harry was worried sick and even though she was capable of defending herself, she couldn't help but feel that dragging an innocent child to the dangers she was always exposed to was a bit unfair.

She was aware of the risks and the possibilities she and her husband had while on duty, but death didn't scare her anymore— she was rarely afraid of anything now. It wasn't that she feared being lonely either. Mel simply wanted to live all the things Harry had narrated to her one morning after the war, cause they sounded like heaven on earth.

She was so overwhelmed that she didn't notice she was crying and now she could be heard from upstairs. She didn't hear the bedroom door opening, didn't hear the steps coming down from the second floor, and definitely didn't see a very scared Harry stumbling into the room.

He approached quickly, pondering whether if it was even a good idea to let her know he was there. A sting of frustration hit him, if only they'd put back in place the lifeline once he'd come back, he would've felt her distress sooner...

"Love..." he began quietly, reaching out with a hesitant hand. "Mel... is it a panic attack?"

Harry studied her actions: Mel was definitely crying, but it wasn't the frantic type of sobbing she used to experience during her attacks. It was similar to the way she'd cried while burning Dumbledore's body at the end of their sixth year.

It was a particular form of pain, Mel was grieving... but why?

Harry circled the couch and knelt in front of her, gently, he grabbed the food she'd abandoned beside her, placing it on the coffee table. He faced her once more, and slowly reached for Grey, who purred in his arms as soon as he lifted him.

"It's okay," he got up and sat next to her, the arm that wasn't carrying a cat reached out and rubbed the soft skin of her forearm. "What's going on?"

It was a question, but he wasn't demanding the answer. His voice was patient, and Mel felt vastly comforted by it. She dried her tears and sniffed, taking her time and trying to make sense of the mess she'd caused in her head.

"I love you," she began, "so much... I'm happy..."

Harry frowned, he put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder.  "I love you too," he said while she got closer.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said hoarsely. "I'm sorry— you know how sensitive I get when I don't sleep much..."

Harry kissed her forehead. "You've been working a lot, take a week off." He then started to play with the tips of her hair. "That's not all, though, is it?"

In spite of the situation, Mel laughed a little.

"You know me," she leaned her head on his shoulder. "If I tell you, you have to promise you won't let the way you found me tonight change your mind about what I'm about to ask you."

"I promise on Aragog's grave that I'll be honest," he said jokingly. Mel glared at him and his smile faltered. "I promise, Mel."

She stared at him for a moment. "Alright," Mel took a deep breath. "I want a baby."

Harry stared at her blankly. "You mean one of our own, or..?"

She frowned. "Well, how else are we supposed to have one?"

"Adoption," he shrugged. "Or we could steal Josephine once she's born, you'll be the godmother anyway, so technically it's not a crime—"

"It is, very much so," Mel raised a brow. "Harry. I'm being serious, I want us to have a baby."

"Then let's have one," he retorted, a smile playing on his lips. "If you wanted a baby so bad it made you cry, why didn't you tell me sooner? It was your idea to wait!"

Mel pouted, burying her face in his shoulder. "It's just... a bunch of Greyback fans want to kill me— and you're Head Auror, you'll go on missions constantly, everyone seems to have time to build families but we barely have time to sleep under the same roof..."

"Well, yeah, but I can make time for this, you know that—"

"Yes, but I couldn't," she grumbled. "I prioritize duty before my own desires since I was fifteen and a baby's a lot of work— but Mr Greengrass says I can take a long vacation after this... and I think it's the perfect time for us to start trying."

"To get pregnant, you mean?" He asked, she nodded.

"You... still want children?"

"Definitely."

"Really?"

Harry frowned, but he was more amused than annoyed. "I was the one who mentioned them in the first place! Remember, when we were seventeen? What on earth makes you think I've changed my mind?"

"Well, it's been a while since we were seventeen... things felt easier then, don't you think? The world was full of exciting possibilities, now we're adults and—"

"And I still feel for you the same way," he replied. "I want you and a family. I think we're ready."

Her stomach did a flip, she wanted to hold onto him and never let go. Now more than ever Harry looked to her like a grown, dazzling knight in shining armour. She lifted her face a little so she could lock eyes with him. "D'you think it'll be scarier than the war?"

"Yeah," Harry grinned. "But I've grown fond of this kind of scary. It's the best kind."

"I think so," Mel hesitated, then added, "what about the dangers that might come? What if someone tries to hurt us through our children? I don't know what I'd do if—"

"I promise I'll keep us safe no matter what," he assured her.

"I don't want you to spend your life worrying—"

"If you didn't want that then you should've just let me die when we were fourteen," he quipped casually, but it didn't amuse her. "Mel, worrying means I'm alive. There'll be bad times and good times, so I don't think we should ignore the things we want just cause we're afraid of others."

"I... you're right," she sighed. "My father and your parents— and Sirius, would be upset if we did."

He kissed her briefly, it was gentle and loving. "Probably, but I'm not really doing this for them if I'm honest."

Mel kissed him again, but the gesture quickly started to grow in intensity. Suddenly she was on his lap and a very offended and sleepy Grey had jumped off in surprise, hissing on his way out of the room.

"Should we start trying tonight, then?" Harry mumbled against her lips.

"I'm tired," she responded but didn't break the kiss.

"You don't seem tired," he teased her, holding her waist.

"How about— we just do one— for practice?" Mel replied lowly. "And then we try for real tomorrow?"

Harry got up swiftly, carrying her in place as he moved towards their bedroom.

"Sounds good to me."

Mel had two weeks to rest before going back to work, then it was Erick's turn to spend time with his family. Neither Harry nor she had mentioned their plans to have a baby to anyone, it was something that felt entirely their own, and they wanted to keep it private for a while.

"I'm home!" Mel called.

To her surprise, she heard several voices coming from the dining room.

"Harry?"

"We're here!" He responded.

She walked into the room and found Hermione and Ron there: there was food on the table, and it looked like it'd just been served.

"Oh?" She smiled at her friends. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Nah, they just felt like coming over," Harry kissed her hand when she stood next to him. "We got out of work at around the same time and we realized it'd been a while since we hung out last just the four of us, so I invited them over."

"Is there enough food for me?"

"Quite insulting that you think I wouldn't cook enough for the four of us," Ron frowned. "Grab a plate and shut up."

"Sorry, sorry," she chuckled.

They'd been there for about an hour when Mel started to notice something was going on. Ron was quieter than usual, and Harry was smiling so much she almost wondered if they'd had some drinks beforehand.

"I love your house, guys," Hermione said in dreamy contemplation. "Even at night, it looks like straight out of a movie..."

"Have you seen the garden? Mum used to say gardening was relaxing, so I tried it out. It really is a fantastic hobby."

"You sound like an old lady," Ron teased her.

"Sometimes I feel like an old lady," she laughed.

"You haven't aged a day, though. You just got prettier," Harry grabbed her hand and kissed it a second time.

"That's sweet," Mel beamed, her hand going up and pulling at his short beard. "You've aged a bit, though."

Harry frowned, seizing her hand and moving it away from his face playfully.

"We have something to say," Ron blurted out.

Mel looked at him, and Harry's smile came back fully. "What is it?"

Her friends shared a look and then turned back to her.

"We're getting married," Hermione and Ron announced.

"WHAT!" Mel covered her mouth in shock. Hermione held Ron's hand, who smiled just as widely as Harry. "You knew!" Mel looked at her husband.

"Ron told me this morning, they got engaged last night," Harry smiled guiltily. "They wanted to tell us at the same time, but—"

"But Ron has no self-control," Hermione scowled, yet she couldn't bring herself to look angry. "I made them promise they wouldn't tell you. I wanted to be here to see your reaction."

"Well, you're looking at it!" Mel stood and circled the table to hug her friends. "I'm so happy!"

Harry also got to his feet and went to hug them, in the middle of the embrace, Mel blurted out:

"But where are you going to live?"

"Oh, I bought a house," Ron said.

"WHAT!"

"Been saving since I started working," he grinned. "Every galleon. It's a bit small, and in London since we both work in the Ministry and all..."

"It's perfect," Hermione said. "I would've liked to pay for half of it, but I found out this morning when Ron'd already done the whole transaction."

"I helped," Harry said cheerfully.

"I already told you," Ron rolled his eyes. "You can use your money to buy the—"

"But the house's already furnished!"

"Oh, well, my bad."

Ron smirked. Hermione swatted his arm lightly and he chortled.

"How about you pay the bills for the first four months, then we're even?"

"It's not the same amount of money," she frowned.

"I don't care, I'm going to marry you," Ron raised a brow. "D'you really believe I'm thinking about money right now?"

Hermione blushed deeply at his response. Coming from Ron, the fact that he was talking about money with so little interest just because he was excited about living with her, really said something about the shift in his world.

"Hang on, let's celebrate properly!"

Mel went out of the room and came back with a bottle of wine someone had given them when they'd bought the house. They weren't that fond of it, but it was the only fancy drink they had.

She poured four glasses and handed one to each of them, when she gave her husband his glass, he threw her a questioning look.

"You shouldn't..." he stopped mid-sentence, lowering his gaze to her stomach and looking at her in worry.

Mel wasn't pregnant yet, but she couldn't drink alcohol if she wanted to be soon. However, this was a special occasion, and it was only one night!

"We'll just wait a day before trying again," she whispered soothingly. "It's fine."

Harry nodded. For the rest of the night, the only thing they focused on was their best friends.

By the time Josephine Flint was born, Remus was a month away from finishing his treatment.

That November was slightly less stressful than the last, she still remembered how hopeless she'd felt after having no answers, and now, a year later, she was about to declare her uncle free from the burden he'd had to endure during his entire life.

It didn't mean she was living in bliss, though. She had been trying to have a baby for almost four months and still had none. She was so distraught by the possibility of having ruined her own chances to have a baby of her own that she ended up mentioning her worries to Harry one night.

"I don't think you've done anything wrong, Mel. It takes time..."

"Anne, Tonks, and my own mother had kids without even trying," she pouted. "Bill and Fleur had them on their first try— I don't understand, what is wrong with me?"

Her voice broke at the question, Harry quickly corrected her train of thought.

"We can't judge your body based on how others work!" He told her. "Don't do that to yourself. I won't allow it."

"Ugh, why is it always my lack of patience that gets me this way?" She groaned. "Fine! I'll sit and wait— I'll wait for years if I have to, and if it turns out I can't have them, we'll adopt one— I've made up my mind."

"That's my wife," Harry grinned.

Near Christmas, Mel's life started to get busy again. She was spending most of her time buying presents and sending cards to her friends, she'd even sent one to Dudley, they'd found out he'd finally moved out of his parents' house.

He'd sent them a letter to check on them first, and Mel thought it'd been a considerate gesture. Harry, willing to keep a civil relationship with his cousin, suggested they sent a card in return to let him know they were alive and well.

She was so busy with work and life outside the Ministry, that her habits started to get a bit unhealthy again. One morning she woke up feeling extremely sick, and she remembered that the previous night she'd eaten too little, so perhaps she'd starved herself to the point of dizziness.

Mel was annoyed. How could she eat like this, while feeling nauseous? She ignored it and left to work without eating, even thinking about it made her queasy.

When she got to St Mungo's she found Remus all ready to receive his treatment. They'd realized that the Morphy genes not only took away the transformations but also slightly regenerated the person's body.

Her uncle's hair was once again chestnut with no grey streaks in it, and the dark circles under his eyes had vanished. His skin seemed less dry and had a healthy colour instead of its usual paleness.

"Good morning," she smiled at him. "Uncle Lu, you barely look thirty!"

He laughed, even his laughter sounded livelier those days.

"You look good too, almost glowing."

"It's probably the sweat," she joked. "I've had the ugliest morning..."

Mel was trying really hard to keep her nausea under control when Erick entered.

"Professor Lupin, how nice to see you again," he smiled. "Hi, Mel, how's it going?"

"Good," she said shortly, taking deep and slow breaths between each word. "How's Josie?"

"Beautiful, the quietest one so far," Erick beamed. "Only cries about once a day."

"Great," she gulped.

"Mel?" Remus noticed her discomfort. "Are you okay?"

"I didn't have breakfast, that's all," she smiled tensely. "Sorry— I promise I'll eat something as soon as we..." she gawked a little, quickly placing three fingers on her lips.

"Daphne and I can handle your uncle's treatment," Erick said promptly, giving her a worried look. "You look like you're about to faint..."

"No— I'm not even hungry," she wished they would stop talking, it wasn't helping her. "Truly... I'm feeling a bit dizzy so I'll wait until it passes..."

"You ate something funny last night?" Erick asked.

Before she could reply, however, Daphne walked in carrying a bag of blood and the wolfsbane.

"Sorry for the delay! I ran into an old friend and I—"

Mel stared at the blood and gawked involuntarily. She put her hand over her mouth and stormed out of the place, finding the nearest bathroom and barely making it to the toilet. A moment later she heard Daphne calling.

"M'here!" She panted.

"Is everything okay?"

"Go back to Remus..."

"Erick's taking care of him," she brushed it aside. "What's wrong?"

Mel shook her head, she was shaking. "I think it was a bad idea to apparate without having breakfast— I've been feeling nauseous all morning, I couldn't eat..."

"That's strange," Daphne opened the door to her stall. "Are you sure you're not sick? Let me check you—"

"I don't want to distract you—"

"It's my job, Mel. Besides, if you walk around the hospital and turns out you're sick, then you could be stupidly spreading whatever it is you've got, so it's better to make sure it's just a bad morning."

Mel couldn't argue against that, so she let Daphne guide her into a room where she could check her properly. She asked her a few questions, then she stopped writing and looked at her.

"When did you say your last period was?"

"About a month or so..."

"Was it meant to arrive this week?"

"Dunno— I'm sort of irregular."

"You used to drink a potion to not have it every month, right?"

"Yeah."

"But you stopped drinking it?"

"Yeah, because—" she stopped and quickly continued before Daphne could notice. "Because I wanted to give my body a break."

"Right," Daphne eyed her weirdly. "Wait here. I'll be back."

Mel waited, when Daphne came back she was holding a small box.

"Your hand."

"What?"

"Lend me your hand for a moment."

Daphne opened the box she'd brought and placed a small pearl on her palm.

"I want you to close your hand and squeeze until that breaks," Daphne said without explaining further.

It was Mel's time to look at her friend weirdly, however, she followed the instructions and squeezed the pearl. As soon as it broke, a golden cloud of smoke came out of it, and Daphne gasped.

"Mel, you're pregnant!"

"What!" She opened her hand and threw the shell pearl on the ground. "What the hell is that?"

"A pregnancy test— faster than the muggles', even more accurate."

"I'm pregnant?" She inquired in a weird voice. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Daphne hesitated. "Is... is that bad?"

"Are you joking?" Mel's eyes widened. "I've been trying for months! Harry's been so patient but I was starting to get so worried..!"

"Well, if it took such a long time is because of the potion you used to take— they tend to complicate things," Daphne explained, still covering her mouth in shock. "But you're definitely pregnant now!"

Mel squealed like a schoolgirl, she hugged Daphne and jumped around but stopped abruptly, afraid of ruining things. Now she didn't want to move at all.

"Oh, god, I'm pregnant," she gulped. "I have no idea of what comes next."

"Well, we should get you something to eat, and something else to stop you from puking that," Daphne began. "You'll need a week off, then you'll come back so we can start monitoring your pregnancy— don't worry, Mel. You're in good hands."

The young women went back to the room where Remus and Erick were, now Remus was picking up his stuff, looking happier than ever.

"Would you like to have dinner at my place this weekend?" The man asked the group. "To celebrate. I know I have to come back during the full moon to make sure it worked, but well, look at me, do I look sick?"

"Not at all, Moony," she beamed.

Erick stared at her for a second too long, a tiny smirk formed on his face and he stated:

"You're pregnant."

Mel stared at him in shock. "How d'you—?"

"Please, I've had three daughters," he snorted. "Anne's always throwing up the first trimester just as violently as you did. Besides, Remus said earlier— you truly have this look on you, red cheeks and all..."

"Is he correct?" Remus asked with a look of shock on his face. "Are you..?"

She would've liked to tell Harry first, but given the circumstances...

"Yes," she laughed giddily.

Remus approached her in two large steps and engulfed her in a fierce hug, kissing the top of her head.

"My little girl!" He exclaimed laughing. "I can't believe it! Does Harry know?"

"No!" She pushed him away gently. "I found out just now! Please keep it a secret?"

"Of course," Remus kissed her forehead and hugged her again. "Can't believe it... my girl... having a baby!"

"Can you take her home, Remus?" Erick asked, still having half a mind to keep it together. "Daphne and I will handle the rest of the patients for the day. Mel needs food and rest."

"Certainly!" The man grabbed her stuff and guided her out. "C'mon, I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate..."

At the mention her stomach grumbled, it seemed chocolate wasn't such a disgusting food for her at the moment.

"I'd love that," she sighed.

"Hang on!" Erick hurried to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Mel looked up at him, they shared a knowing look. Somehow, they were always present in each other's life-changing moments.

"Congrats, Mel," he said with a tender smile. "You'll be wonderful parents. I'm actually a little jealous of the unborn child. They'll be real lucky."

Mel laughed without saying anything, she hugged him one last time before heading home.

Next Chapter—>

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[bees-writting]

HIIII- I’m Bee, he/him pronouns and I write for funsies, feel free to ask me anything that doesn’t disrespect the guidelines :)

Here’s the masterlist, it will stay updated : MASTERLIST

This will be updated as I see fit

Here’s the writting run down yall

Don’ts

Smut

Homophobia (may be written for storyline purposes but don’t blatantly request it bc you don’t like the gays)

Transphobia (same as above)

Racism (same as above)

Irl serial killers (I knew a girl don’t ask)

Illegal sexual stuff (I’ll write stealing and shit but not the nasty bad stuff like that yk)

No discrimination

No actors themselves (sorry it makes me uncomfy, but you can do characters, or characters played by a specific actor)

No OCs written by other people (I may write one of my OCs occasionally)

I refuse to straightify gay characters (I write mostly mxm anyways, I will gayify straight characters- might be controversial but idc)

No like little minors if that makes sense- like no young Percy Jackson but like teens I’ll write for since most characters are teens

Dos

Yandere

MaleXMale

MaleXFemale (Occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

FemaleXFemale (occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

Gay characters- (like me)

Trans characters (also like me)

AUs (depending on the AU)

Poly (depending on the characters)

Idk request it and I’ll let you know ig

That’s the basic guidelines both for writting and in general, if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

Here are some current characters I’m willing to write for! - if you want someone from another fandom or a unlisted character feel free to ask if I’ll add them to my list!

Harry Potter Universe

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Barry Crouch Jr (PLEASE I LOVE HIM)

Evan Rosier

Sirius Black

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Young Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle Jr

Matteo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Teddy Lupin

Newt Scammander

Marvel/X-Men

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland- I have a Vendetta against Mr. Maguire)

Harry Osborne (TASM 2, AND PLEASE I BEG REQUEST HIM I LOVE HIM AHHH)

Loki

The Winter Soldier

Thor

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Hawkeye

Black widow

Peter Maximoff

Young Charles Xavier

Wolverine

Beast

Mystique

There are so many of them so if the person isn’t listed just ask if I’ll do them and I’ll let you know

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Ruby(Red riding hood)

Heracles

Peter Pan(but not canon like not the whole weird family thing they’ve got goin on)

Mulan

Tinker bell

Jekyll and Hyde

Jefferson

August

Ingrid

Knave of hearts

Once Upon A Time (Wonderland)

Knave of hearts

Red Queen

Cyrus

Alice

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson- teen version

Nico Di Angelo

Luke Castellian

Leo Valdez

Annabeth Chase

Clarisse La Rue

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Malark

Johanna Mason

Lucy Gray

Sejanus Plinth

Effie Trincket

Haymitch Abbernathy(?)

The Owl House

Luz Noceda

Amity Blight (only fem.)

Edalyn Clawthorne

Lilith Clawthorne (only platonic she’s AroAce)

Raine Whispers

Emira Blight

Edric Blight

Gus Porter

Willow

Hunter

Darius

Night At The Museum

Jed

Octavius

Ahkmenrah

The Flash

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Hartley Rathaway (Male only)

School Bus Graveyard

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Ashlyn

Logan

Tyler

Taylor

Misc.

Five Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Klaus Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Willy Wonka (Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, or from Wonka)

Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

Gabriel Boutin (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Nathan Byrn (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Mike Schmidt (FNAF Movie)

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[snufkinnieee]

every reference to greek and roman history in succession (part 1)

This has been an obscene amount of work and I actually am rewatching the entire show to ensure that I don't miss anything. If I did, please let me know! I’m not a historian by any means, I just did this for fun. As a background on why I think this is important, there have been so many intentional allusions to the Greeks and Romans throughout the series; often as foreshadowing. Most obviously, Nero and Sporus, but there have been ones that are much more subtle! It leans predominantly towards Roman references, but there are a few Greek ones in there. Anyway, please enjoy. I am going to break it down by episode/general things I have noticed. I will link any outside sources I used but most of this will come from my own knowledge. This first part will cover non episode specific references.

Nonspecific References

Most importantly, the whole reason why I think Rome is such an apt metaphor is because of where it is in history. Rome reigned for over 1000 years, it was founded in 625 BC and fell in AD 476. If you told an average Roman that it would fall, it would seem literally unthinkable. That is kind of how the kids view Waystar, and by extension Logan; especially Roman, who can’t even see his clearly aging father’s health as fallible. It’s also how Logan views himself in my opinion, not as a person, but as an empire. I could talk more about this but I’ll cap it here.

Very obviously, we have Romulus “Roman” Roy. Romulus and Remus are the mythical twin founders of Rome who were raised by a she-wolf. The versions vary, but most tellings say that Romulus wanted to build the city on one hill, Remus on another. Romulus kills Remus and thus, Rome was founded on an act of fratricide. Now what does this actually mean for Roman? So there’s two things I personally think. One, I find it very interesting that Logan named him Romulus, the twin that killed his brother and founded arguably the most powerful empire in history. It is completely in line with Logan’s seriously fucked up value system. But he rarely calls him by his given name. He calls him Roman, indicating like just a normal everyday soldier, not the illustrious founder of Rome. The second thing it makes me think of is the whole conversation around who is a “killer”. Roman isn’t really the type who would kill his sibling to rule. He refuses to sign Shiv’s letter, he doesn’t take the out in “All the Bells”, sure, he does terrible awful things to his siblings, but he is not a killer. I find this contrast with his namesake very interesting. Particularly with how this does make Kendall defacto Remus, always the sacrifice, never the ruler. 

Full credit to @greggsandham for pointing this out to me, but there are 3 kids in contention here (sorry Connor). Very famously, Rome had two triumvirates. The First Triumvirate made up of Julius Caesar, Pompey, and Crassus. They worked together to consolidate power in Rome, despite their personal dislike of each other because working together was the only way they could get what they all wanted. It actually worked for a little bit until Crassus died and Caesar became a dictator and then got stabbed by all his coworkers. The Second Triumvirate was actually legally sanctioned and consisted of Marc Antony, Augustus (Caesar's adopted son), and Marcus Aemilius Lepidus. It was formed in response to the assassination of Caesar. This alliance also fell, and Augustus killed Marc Antony, who very famously died with his lover Cleopatra. But that threeway power deal sure does sound an awful lot like the three way power deal that the kids wanted to form…

Additionally, Rome was ruled by two consuls who were supposed to keep each other in check. Rome and Kendall are co-COOs! Designed to balance eachother out/check each other's power just like the consulship.

The treatment of Shiv as a character is generally misogynistic, but is in line with how the Romans viewed women. They could not vote or hold public office and were generally viewed as extensions of their husbands and fathers; even the daughters of emperors. Their primary function was to be a wife and mother. Mirroring Logan’s comment to Tom about producing a grandson, that is the best thing that Shiv can actually do for her dad in his eyes/her primary. He doesn’t say grandchild, he says grandson. He clearly doesn’t view Iverson as suitable, so he needs Shiv to give him another option. 

Another much discussed reference that could be its whole own post is the staggering amount of Kendall/Jesus imagery and connections. Jesus lived during the time of the Roman Empire for anyone not familiar with the Christian canon. Just to name a few, we have the literal cross in “Too Much Birthday”, laying in Naomi's lap like the Pieta, and Roman pushing him down (Jesus fell 3 times during the Way of the Cross). Kendall in the crucifixion pose in the S2 finale + the reference to Judas when he kisses Logan on the cheek before betraying him.

Please stay tuned for part two! I'm currently watching season 1 again, and already have noticed quite a few that I didn't catch the first time around. Let me know what you think and if you made it this far, thanks for listening to my silly little rambles about my fav show ever :)

#i hope you all enjoy this #it's just me being annoying and gay #anyway #succession meta #succession hbo #succession #kendall roy #logan roy #tom wambsgans #roman roy #connor roy #shiv roy #cousin greg

[myjealouseyes]

What Christmas songs do you imagine the fame!AU Marauders and Valkyries covering?

They would collab to have one big Christmas EP!

Sirius isn’t a big Christmas music fan. He doesn’t hate it, it’s not an a genre he would write a song within so his pick would be something more rock ‘n’ roll oriented. like You’re a Mean one, Mr. Grinch. (Marc Martel’s version.) (Spotify link)

James is a big Christmas music fan so he would pick a classic. Probably Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

Remus would also keep with the classics. He would probably pick It’s Beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Peter would pick let it snow because he’s supprised no one else did.

Mary would absolutely want to cover Jingle Bell Rock. No questions asked, she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Lily would definitely do Rocking Around The Christmas Tree or Santa Baby.

Marlene isn’t a real big fan of Christmas music either, but she wouldn’t miss a chance to cover little drummer boy like Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.

#knock knock knocking on my askbox #trip to anononia #fame au lore!