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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 9.

[Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Wardrobe malfunction. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used. Not beta-read nor spell checked, we die like Sirius ❤️

It’s a hot summers day and you wake up with Fred Weasley 🌹 apparently all I can write is smut now, cool.

You slowly drift out of your dreams as your consciousness becomes clearer and you quickly feel like you can't breathe, overwhelmed with discomfort. As your mind begins to clear, you realise you are stifled and boiling hot, the air around you oppresive and unforgiving.

You open your eyes and take note of your surroundings, finding a thick arm wrapped around your middle and a hot body pressed tightly to your back, only furthering your rising temperature. You turn slightly and see that it's Fred behind you and suddenly the memories of last night come back to you, reminding you of why George wasn't here.

You peel yourself away from Fred and the stifling sheets, ripping them away from your body as you sprawl on the other side of the bed. The thin voiles in the twins' bedroom does nothing to shield them from the morning sun as morning rays pierce the thin material, illuminating the entire room.

Your movement causes Fred to stir and he immediately groans, rolling onto his back and throwing his arm over his face to shield his eyes from the sun.

"Are we on fire?" He groans, immediately kicking off all covers and sprawling out on the bed in just his boxers, the outline of his morning wood clearly on show.

"Bloody feels like it," you say, sitting up on the bed, peeling the T-shirt away from your sticky body, desperate for a little relief. Fred immediately peeks his eyes at you, sensing your movements and watching you undress. He immediately begins to reach out his hands to you but you swat him away.

"Too hot for sex," you say, feeling no relief as you strip off your shirt and sit topless on the bed.

"Who said I wanted sex?" He asks, pretending to be offended by your assumption. You turn to him and smirk, raising your eyebrow in questioning.

"Are you saying that if I got back into bed you seriously wouldn't try anything?" He laughs and tried to pull you back down, this time successful.

"I didn't say that," he smirks, "sex is a no but there's so many other things I want to do to you."

His warm hand immediately cup your breast and although you were sweltering and slightly sticky you couldn't deny that a hot Fred, in his bed, in just his underwear was more than enough to ignite a flame within you. He pulled you into a kiss and you could hardly resist.

Your hands began wandering over his torso, feeling a faint slick of sweat covering his body but you didn't care, you wanted to feel him. His own hands moved to cup your bum, giving it a few pats as he slipped his hands into the waistband to pull them down, along with your panties.

He began kissing your neck and you could feel your nipples hardening at the sensation, which had clearly not been missed by Fred either as he starts to kiss down your neck and over your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and giving a little suck. You gasped quietly at the feeling as his hand wandered back to your bum, caressing and lightly tapping. He reached down and spread your cheeks apart, feeling your pussy exposed from the movement, opening you up before creeping his fingers down to your little, waiting hole. You gasped again against his lips as his long finger circled your entrance, feeling the wetness, before sinking his finger deep inside you.

"Fred," you groaned quietly, knowing you needed to keep it down but finding it impossible as his finger began pumping in and out of you. Your hands wandered to his bulge and began caressing it through his boxer shorts as he quietly groaned.

"Are we sure sex is off the table?" He asks, groaning as you reach into his boxers and pull out his waiting cock. You immediately begin slowly pumping him, licking your palm to offer some lubrication as you massage his swollen cock.

"Never off the table with you," you mutter against his lips, moaning a little as he changed the angle of his fingers so that he could rub your clit as his finger pumped into you, adding a second one which made you keen. "Want you Freddie."

He hums into your mouth and then gasps as you run your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, swiping up a little of the precum that was leaking out, jerking him with short bursts over his engorged tip.

"Are you ready sweetheart?" He asks, his other hand coming up to grab at your breast, toying with the hardened nipple before pulling his mouth down to them again.

"Please Freddie, want you to fill me up," you moan, desperate to feel the glorious stretch of his cock.

He pulls his fingers out of you as you whine, throwing off his partially discarded underwear before positioning himself to sit up against the headboard, moving a pillow or two to lean back against.

"Sssh good girl, I'll fill you up, don't worry," he says, reaching for your hand, "I've got you sweetheart." He sits back with his legs outstretched on the bed and helps you move to position yourself on top of him. Instead of straddling him, he moves your legs forward so that you're in a more intimate, lotus position with you crouching over him, your arms outstretched either side of his legs.

His thumb comes up to play with your clit and you gasp, throwing your head back at the sensation. You can see him smirk, cock twitching as he watches you writhe in pleasure. Apparently having had enough of his own teasing, he reaches down and grabs his cock at the base, holding it still for you to sink down on.

You lift your hips so they are directly over his and slowly sink down onto his length, moaning quietly as you try to bite your lip to stifle the groans at feeling him stretch you out. Fred alternates between watching his cock disappear in you, whispering words of praise as you slowly sink down and throwing his head back at the sensation. You're completely exposed to his gaze, your whole body on display for him which just makes everything so much sexier. His hand are gripping your shins, stroking the skin as he watches you, the heat momentarily forgotten for now.

"Fuck Freddie, so fucking big, you're so deep," you moan out, throwing your head back at how absolutely filled you felt. He groaned at your words and gripped your legs tighter before moving one hand to play with your clit.

You couldn't hold off any longer, feeling his big cock stretching you and his long, perfect fingers toying expertly with your clit and you came, trying desperately to make no noise as you bit hard into your bottom lip, head thrown back.

He growls under his breath as he feels your walls clamping down on him, making you even tighter around him and he has to scramble not to cum too.

"Fuck princess, cumming as soon as I get my cock inside you? Are you that much of a desperate little slut for me?" You gasp at his words, the last dregs of your climax still lingering in your body as you begin to ride him.

"Your slut," you gasp out, fucking yourself on his cock as he grips your hips and thighs. Your breasts bounce with your movements and his eyes constantly flicker between them and your pussy, watching as you ride him.

"My little slut, just mine," he groans, feeling the familiar tingling building up in him. He lifts his hand and spanks you with a resounding slap, feeling you clench on him at the sensation.

Needing more, you reposition yourself, throwing your legs back so that you could ride him properly, needing to feel him pound you. He groans at the different angle, managing to get even deeper in you as you begin to ride him properly.

He begins to fuck up into you as your hips gyrate on him, tits bouncing in his face as he sucks on them, trying to time it perfectly so that he can lap and suck at your hard, pink nipples. Your walls begin involuntarily clenching around him as you feel yourself build again, desperate to cum with him. He senses it and spanks you again which propels you towards your orgasm and in turn, his.

You cum together, with Fred pulling you down deep into his lap, holding you there as his cock twitches inside you, filling you with hot ropes of his cum. He's holding you so tightly to him that you can barely move other than writhe in his lap, your sensitive clit rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone as your climax washes over you like red hot heat.

As you both come down from your high, you slowly pull off of him, holding your hips above his as you feel his cum slowly trickle out of you and back down onto his cock beneath you. He's fixated on your pink pussy expelling his cum and groans anew at the arousing sight.

"Godric princess," he groans at the sight before you move off of him and stand beside the bed. You use your panties from last night to quickly wipe yourself before you can go to the toilet and toss them in the hamper. You shove on a T-shirt, wanting a little coverage as Fred makes no attempt to move from his position on the bed.

Having sex had only made the room hotter, stiflingly so and you couldn't wait any longer to open the window. You gasped at you reached up to the handle, feeling more of his cum dribble out of you involuntarily at your movement.

"What's wrong?" He asks upon hearing your gasp.

You turn and flash him a cheeky smile, lifting the T-shirt up to show him your exposed pussy and the white stickiness that is slowly dripping down your thigh.

He groans again seeing exactly what you're showing him and he rolls over dramatically on the bed, smushing his face into the pillow, giving you a rather spectacular view of his arse.

"Gonna kill me woman," he mumbles into the pillow and you can do nothing but laugh.

"Nipping to the loo," you say, gathering a fresh pair of panties and your sleep shorts. On your way out, you slap his exposed ass teasingly before heading up to the toilet, hopefully avoiding everyone and not inadvertently flashing anyone on the stairs.

When you walk back into the room, Fred has gotten dressed into a pair of pyjama pants and a loose T-shirt, messing with something on the desk. He smiles up at you at you close the door behind you and go to sit on the bed, only to narrowly avoid a large wet patch in the middle. You grimace and turn to sit on the little unused cot instead, hearing Fred laugh. It dawned on you that he must have done the same thing, hence sitting at the desk but instead of warning you, he'd eagerly anticipated you doing the same and watching in delight.

"So, where did you banish Georgie off to last night?" You ask after a while, hoping that now would be the right time to ask.

He chuckles and shrugs in reply, "just told him to shove off for the night." For some reason you felt a little pang of sadness at his words, maybe because george was more sensitive than Fred and might not have taken it as well.

"I'm going to make a cup of tea," you say, moving to stand, feeling a little weird all of a sudden, intrusive thoughts suddenly filling your head. Fred doesn't seem to notice your change in mood and nods, focusing his attention back at whatever he was working on, which somehow only makes you feel worse.

As you enter the kitchen, you spot the person you'd been hoping to see, stood alone and hunched over the counter reading the newspaper. His hair was messed up in the back and he was shirtless with pyjama pants hanging low on his hips, looking utterly delicious.

It made you think of slow Sunday mornings in your future, with George reading the paper at the little kitchen table whilst you make tea and breakfast for you, George and whatever children you'd have. Music would be playing and you'd have a house filled with love, laughter, and a very hot husband. Your heart soars at the thought.

He hadn't noticed you yet and so you ducked quickly into the lounge, checking that no one was there before quietly walking back into the kitchen.

You silently crept up to him and moved to wrap your arms around his back, chuckling into his skin as you felt him flinch at the sudden, unexpected contact. As soon as he realised it was you, his hand came up to hold and stroke your arm as it wrapped around his naked waist and he craned his head back to look at you. You kissed the little freckles he had on his right shoulder and tested your head for just a minute. He turned on the spot to face you, your arms releasing him and his face erupted into a sweet smile.

"Morning beautiful," he says, now wrapping his arms around you.

"Morning Handsome," you reply, leaning into his chest despite the heat. You were instantly comforted the second his arms were around you, pushing away all the negative thoughts, doubts and feelings that had built up in your mind. When you didn't pull away after a few seconds, he sort of craned his neck down to look at you.

"Fred that bad Eh?" He joked, sensing your unease. You snorted a laugh and bumped against him, wordlessly telling him to shut up, enjoying the feel of being with him.

You pulled apart a few moments later, no longer able to withstand the heat coming from his body and you walked over to the kettle, preparing your tea.

"I'll make it angel, go sit down," he says, nodding his head towards the lounge. You tried to protest but he already nudged you out the way with his hip and started fixing your tea so you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek and walked into the lounge, settling in on the sofa with your book.

Fred appeared not long after and Hermione came down only a few minutes after him, each of you sitting in the lounge peacefully as you cradled your cup of tea that George had expertly made.

The back door was wide open, as were the windows but nothing seemed to act as relief from the heat.

"Where's mum?" Fred says, turning to George, suddenly realising that it was way past dawn and Molly wasn't whizzing around like usual.

"Nipped to the shops, dad took the car and dropped her off on his way to work," George replied, sprawling out his legs over yours as he sits across the entire sofa.

Hermione, true to form, was quietly reading in the armchair, some sort of textbook you'd never seen before.

"So, 'Mione, your last day today, what did you want to do?" You'd all discussed it yesterday but come up with absolutely nothing.

"Oh, I hadn't really thought of it," she says, placing her bookmark delicately into her book before closing it.

"We could hang out by the lake," George says with a shrug.

"Yeah!" Fred says excitedly. You had to admit, it really wasn't a bad idea, a nice fun day at the lake with your friends did sound pretty good.

"We'll have to get some shade for you two though," You snarked, pointing at the twins on account of their fair hair. George immediately leapt onto you, and had you squealing as he attacked you with tickles.

"Sorry sorry! Couldn't resist," you laughed, flashing George a dangerously sweet smile which he laughed at.

"Why are you so bloody loud this morning?" Ron grumbles, walking into the lounge with a grimace in his face, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, still yawning as he drags his body around. Fred immediately swats him in the back of the head for disrespecting you and you can't help but chuckle as they bicker.

Hermione fills Ron in on your plans and then again Ginny and Harry who join a little later.

Eventually Molly returns home and rushes about whipping up breakfast for everyone as Ginny excitedly tells her about the plan to spend the day by the lake.

You'd gotten ready with the girls, applying suncream for each other before dressing in your most summery outfits. You'd not bothered with makeup, knowing that the probability of getting thrown into the lake at some point by one of your boyfriends was so high it could be considered an eventuality and so had decided to skip it entirely.

Thankfully you'd bought a swimsuit with you when you packed, having mentioned it briefly with Hermione when you were all packing, trying to decide on what to bring and mentioning all probable needs. You couldn't resist choosing a fairly sexy bikini design in bright red, already plotting to tease the twins all day long and to say you were looking forward to it would be an understatement. You'd briefly considered taking your hair out of your braids but after Fred admitted he liked them, and you'd caught George staring a time or two, you decided to keep them in. Maybe you would let your hair down later, if you needed a little boost.

Ginny had chosen her purple one piece and had taken great care in braiding her hair to one side. You knew she liked Harry and it seemed she had a similar plan to you, except hers was probably much more PG than yours. Hermione had brought along a crop top style bikini set in white and had left her hair down but kept a hair bobble on her wrist for practical reasons.

It was quite ironic really that the three girls had crushes on the four boys, not a single person missing from the lineup and you had to stifle a laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

You'd thrown on a pair of denim shorts that were verging on inappropriate but to be quite honest you didn't really care, the heat was suffocating and you didn't want to wear a single inch of clothing more than you needed to. You'd also chucked on a little black camisole vest over the top of your bikini that clung to every curve, which was just another tool in your toolbox. You wrapped a check shirts around your waist just in case you needed a cover up and chucked on your trusted trainers, apparently overseeing the need for sandals.

The boys were already out by the lake when you all got downstairs, laying out towels and little lawn chairs and sun loungers that Arthur had stored in the shed. Molly had made sure you all had plenty of water and drinks and had even gone as far as enchanting the little cool bag she had so that they stayed cold.

Ginny went ahead, lugging the heavy coolbag with her as Hermione carried out her books. You ducked into the lounge to grab your own book and stepped outside to join the others.

George spotted you first and immediately seemed to forget that he was surrounded by his siblings and friends, his jaw dropping open at the sight of you in very little clothing, your legs completely on display. Fred, who seemed to be mid conversation with George turned to look at his brother with a frown, curious as to why he'd stopped talking. He followed George's eyesight and even from a distance you could see how Fred's eyes suddenly bugged out of his head upon seeing you. You had to bite your lip to stop smirking at their faces, already getting the reactions you wanted.

"Bloody hell angel," George whispers as you move closer to them, only loud enough for him and his twin to hear.

"You are trying to kill me aren't you princess?" Fred says, calling back to your encounter this morning.

"Wait till you see what's underneath," you tease, placing your hand on each of their arms, walking past them to join Ginny in one of the sun loungers.

You girls were all sat around the edge of the lake on sun loungers, with Hermione opting to sit in the chair so she could read better whilst the boys messed about in the lake, dunking and play fighting with each other as you watched. Ginny would sub out with Ron whenever he got mardy about losing or got sick of the twins' incessant teasing.

"Oi y/n!" Fred shouts from the water. You look up from your book and give him a confused look, waiting for him to continue. "Come here, we need another girl!"

Ginny began waving you in and you decided it was about tome you went to cool off anyway and took the opportunity to strip out of your clothes.

You shimmied off your shorts and then peeled the vest off of you, leaving you in just the bikini. When you looked up, you had an audience. Fred and George were looking at you with wide eyes and you were pretty sure you saw George gulp. Ron was staring at you from off beside Hermione, you could feel the heat of his stare and you could tell that Harry was trying not to look at you, averting your gaze entirely.

You placed your book next to Hermione, who you knew would keep it safe from getting wet, as you made your way to the water's edge. Fred and George immediately scrambled to the edge of the water to help you in, knowing it was slippery and awkward to climb into and so each twin offered a hand to you to help you in. You smiled gratefully at them as they lifted you but you didn't miss Fred's other hand on the base of your back as you submerged yourself in the cool water, feeling yourself cool off instantly.

"Why do you need another girl?" You ask, looking at Fred with your most innocent, doe eyes expression you could. The double entendre of your words didn't get lost on George but you were certain that it did with Fred as he said nothing, his mind blank, simply staring at you.

George laughed at his brother, pushing him over into the water where he fell with a resounding splash as George leaned down to whisper in your ear, "don't think he's thinking about any other girl angel, neither am I." You shot him a little look which told him you were surrounded by people and he simply winked, beginning to wade away.

Fred managed to stabilise himself and stood up from the water, now dripping wet as he pushed his long, wet hair out of his face. I'm principle it's was a regular move that you wouldn't have thought twice about on anyone else but on Fred he made it look like a pornographic movie.

He smirked at you, recovering from the brief embarrassment of being dunked as he towered over you.

"Trip down memory Lane?" He asks with a dangerous smirk. You frown, confused what he means until he begins to shake out his hair, spraying you with water, just as he had done back at the very same lake the previous year.

"Idiot," you snarked, shoving him back into the water as you laughed, walking out to join George, Harry and Ginny.

"Hey y/n," Harry says as you walk up to him and Ginny and you suddenly realise you'd spent little to no time with him with entire trip, feeling a little guilty.

"Hey Harry," you smile, before turning back to see Fred moving to stand behind you, placing a secretive hand on the back waistband of your bikini bottoms, touching the curve of your ass subtly.

"You ever heard of a chicken fight?" Fred asks behind you and you nod, knowing exactly where this was going.

"The height difference is a bit unfair though isn't it?" You ask nodding between him and Harry.

"Oh, I'm keeping out of this," Harry awkwardly laughs, raising his hand in surrender as he paddles over to Ron.

"I chose y/n," George suddenly says, moving to join you, Ginny and Fred.

"Why do you get to chose first, git?" Fred says, folding his arms over his chest.

"You picked first yesterday, git," George snarks, mocking his brother's insult and shoots a wink at you, nodding his head to gesture for you to move towards him.

He sinks down into the water, similarly to how Fred does and in mere seconds you are swept off your feet and balancing on George's shoulders, just as Ginny is with Fred.

"Don't pee on me," Fred says, twisting to look at Ginny on his shoulders.

"What? Why would I?" Ginny says sounding horrified.

Fred and George laugh together in perfect synchronisation as Fred explains, "you did it when you were 2, pee'd right down my back."

You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of that happening and of Ginny's now bright red face.

"Just get on with the game, freak."

Both twins were nearly the same height which made it so much easier to play the game. The goal was simple really, you had to fight the opponent on the other shoulders and try and knock them off into the water.

"3,2,1, go!" Harry shouted from the other end of the lake as he refereed for you all. Fred and Ginny immediately charged for you and George but he held you firmly and you managed to land a quick blow to Ginny's shoulder that knocked her momentarily off balance.

George kept a firm hold on your calf, his big hand outstretched on your soft skin as you fought to keep your balance. Ginny was perhaps the most competitive Weasley and though she hid it well most of the time, it was definitely coming out now.

You'd been attacking each other for nearly five minutes and though you'd managed to each land a couple of blows to the other and managed to knock them off their game a few times, you'd been unsuccessful in making her fall.

The next time Fred and Ginny appeared, you managed to run your finger up her swimsuit covered ribs, making her tickle as she squirmed hard against Fred's hold.

She began falling and reached out for you to balance herself but instead of reaching your shoulder for stability, she grabbed the front of your bikini and managed to pull it completely away from your body.

You squealed and fought to cover your breasts up with your hands, completely exposed in front of everyone.

Fred immediately sprang into action and threw Ginny carelessly off of his shoulders without a moments hesitation, moving quickly through the water to pull you from George's shoulders, who had crouched down in the water to let you get off. Fred then spun you quickly around so that your naked chest was pushed tightly to George's as Fred stood behind you, blocking anyone's view. Fred searched and then reached for the discarded red bikini top floating in the water whilst George wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you tightly to him, your breasts pressing against his torso, so that no one could see anything, until Fred returned with your bikini top. He quickly fixed it around you and tied it in the back with a double knot so that it would be even more secure as you placed it over your breasts, ensuring you were fully covered.

Once you were covered, George began pulling away, taking a glance at your chest to check that you were no longer exposed and then to your face to check that you were okay and weren't upset, realising how horrifying that must have been for you.

To his surprise, any everyone else's, you started laughing as the shock wore off, doubling over in the water as you cackled. You walked over to Ginny who looked distraught by what she had accidentally done and a little fearful for your approach until you suddenly reached out and dunked her playfully. When she emerged, wet through again you continued laughing and she joined in with you.

Her timing as perfect as always, Molly called up from the house that lunch would be ready in ten minutes. You all mutually decided to get out of the water and pack away your things, knowing that the sun was at its peak and none of you could really stand it much longer.

"Well that was interesting," you laughed, walking between the twins as you all made your way back to the house.

"Yeah something tells me Ron won't be joining us for lunch," Fred says with a laugh, wiggling his eyebrows. George let out a chortle and you physically grimaced at Fred's words, catching his euphemism straight away.

"Ughr gross," you say, bumping your shoulder into him as he laughed.

"Are you okay?" George asks in a more serious tone, careful to check your feelings. You sidesmile at him, not overjoyed by the events but not completely mortified either. You look around and see that everyone else had trailed behind and were no longer next to you.

"Two Weasley's have already seen my tits, what's two more," you laugh, "and a potter for good luck."

George laughs but you notice stoic silence from Fred. You turn to look at him and see a look in his eye you couldn't place, not quite annoyed or upset but more just irked?

"Hey," you say, reaching for Fred's hand, "it was a joke, I'm sorry." He immediately looks at you as you apologise and softens his harsh features, no doubt only just realising his semi-scowl.

"No it's not your fault princess, I just hate the thought of anyone else seeing you like that, you're ours."

"All yours," you say, reaching up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek and then turn to George to do the same, "and yours."

The anyone else on the outside you could have just been a friend that was grateful for her best friends looking out for her with what happened in the lake and to be quite honest, in that moment, you couldn't care less if people were around or not.

It seems to work and Fred's harsh glare and scowl seems to disappear quickly as you make it to the house, immediately sitting down to eat the lunch that Molly had prepared.

As you tuck into your leek and potato soup and homemade bread, a definitive but weak squark can be heard, alerting you all to the incoming post.

Despite the every window in the house being wide open, Errol still manages to dive straight into the window frame and you all cringe at the resounding splat.

Ginny instantly walks over to the knackered bird and plucks the letters from his mouth, allowing him to rest on the windowsill as Molly rushes over with a little saucer of water.

"Oh y/n, ones for you," Ginny says, handing out the post, reaching over the table to hand you your letter.

You examine it, recognising the handwriting immediately and the glaringly obvious use of a biro pen rather than a quill.

"Oh, it's from my dad."

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shiftermia · 8 months

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— utter chaos

james potter x animagus!reader

platonic!marauders x animagus!reader

where James and Sirius interrupt yours, Peter’s, and remus’s study session in the most chaotic way possible. Accident or not.

a/n: idc idc Peter is a marauder too outside of canon. This is more of a ‘what it’s like being friends with the marauders’ than a James potter lovey one but oh well. You’re welcome A.

You don’t have to listen to the song, but I recommend that you do :))

Usually when you needed help on a subject, you went to library for a study session with Lily, Remus, and sometimes accompanied with Peter.

Today just so happened to be a day where Lily went on a date with Mary so Peter accompanied you. Sitting in the far corner of the library, studying for Potions and it’s upcoming O.W.L. you and Peter listened to Remus explain the process of making Liquid Luck.

“But the book says twelve! Why wouldn’t I listen to the author?!” Peter lowly shouted, gripping his hair in frustration.

“He literally wrote the book! Why would it be wrong, Remus?” You asked, laying your head in hands.

Remus sighed and rubbed his temples, feeling an oncoming headache from how many times you both had complained.

“It’s a typo, I asked professor slughorn and he said it was thirteen.” He patiently explained.

Peter slapped down his quill and shot back into his chair, “okay! So why didn’t he tell us that then, hmm?”

“I swear to all things holy they just want us to fail,” you said shaking your head.

Remus ran his hands in his hair and let them rest on his neck. “They don’t want you to fail, it was just a typo and I’m sure Slughorn will mention it.”

Peter squinted his eyes at Remus. “Why do I not believe yo—”

He was cut off by a pair of hands shaking his shoulders, “who would ever not believe our beloved Moony?”

A kiss on your cheek made you look away from Sirius and Peter to James’ face inches from yours. “How are you my lovely darling?”

He placed another kiss on your lips this time and you mumbled in between kisses. “I’m good, you?”

James smiled and placed another kiss on your forehead, “better now that I’m with you.”

Sirius made an offended sound and practically slammed his hands on the table earning a shush from Peter. “What do you mean!? Am I not good company? I thought you loved me James?”

James kneeled to the floor next to you and placed his arms on your thighs, “you are, I just like my darlings company better.”

You ran a hand through his messy curls, “aw Jamie, you’re so sweet.”

He gave you a dopey grin that was promptly wiped off when Sirius suddenly threw himself on him ruffling up his messy hair even more. “Aw Jamie poo, you’re so sweet and caring, you—”

“Shove off!” James pushed Sirius off him and stood up.

Sirius took himself off the floor and launched himself onto James again. “Take it back!”

The two boys started wrestling, laughing wildly and spinning around their little area. Peter hurriedly got up with his arms outstretched, “Shush! Shut up, stop it! Shh!”

“Oh my—” you cut yourself off with a shake of your head and a slight laugh from the sight of your boyfriend and his best friend.

Remus shook his head annoyed, “both of you, quit it. Now.” He said like a stern parent.

James and Sirius were progressively getting louder, now shoving each other. James hit one of the bookshelves, and for a moment you all thought it was going to fall but luckily it didn’t.

But that only got the boys more riled up.

“Ow! Don’t pull the hair, you wanker!” Sirius shouted jumping on James’s back and said boy spun around really fast with a shout.

“James! Stop it!” You tried intervening but you only ignored.

Peter jumped in his place slightly. “Shut up! Stop it! Shh! Shh!!” He glanced towards Remus, so he could say something.

Remus was now stood up with his brows raised and an arm stretched out, stressed as they almost dropped a bookshelf. “James, Sirius, quit it now and shut up!”

The taller boy shoved Sirius away with a loud belly laugh, making the boy hit a different bookshelf making it creak as it moved.

All of you froze as it leaned back slowly and then suddenly two loud bangs to resonated throughout the library and dust flew everywhere from two fallen bookshelves.

It was dead silent. James was panting heavily with a dying smile on his face, Sirius was on the ground in front of the fallen bookshelves with his hair covering half his face, Peter was frozen with his arms outstretched, Remus was bent slightly from the bangs that scared him, and you were still in your seat, mouth agape.

It seemed as if time stopped and the only thing to break the spell was a loud yell.

“WHAT IN MERLINS NAME WAS THAT?!”

At the sound of Madam Prince yelling, you all took your leave.

You, James, Sirius, and Peter changed into your animagus forms and took off.

“Wait! No fair! No fair! I can’t turn into one!” Remus scrambled to grab his tote bag and books before running after you all.

A stag, a black dog, a wildcat, a rat, and a tall lanky boy with scars ran through the castle halls in between students that were screaming, laughing, and gasping at the sight of you all causing complete and utter chaos.

“s’ cuse me! Sorry! Move out the way!” Remus yelled struggling to hold all his stuff as he ran.

The next hall over, Professor Mcgonagall furrowed her brows from the loud noises coming from the other hall.

She approached the corner when suddenly a stag appeared in front of her with a rat moving wildly on its antlers. The stag moved side to side before running away with a loud huff.

Next a black dog ran towards her loudly barking, causing her to move to the wall gazing at the three animals.

Then a wildcat ran and jumped on the wall she was against and leaped over her causing the professor to yelp and hold a hand to her chest.

Lastly a tall, sweaty boy, ran the corner panting, with his robes falling off his shoulders, and books nearly falling from his grip.

Professor Mcgonagall stuttered and held a hand in the air towards the boy. “Mr. Lupin? Mr. Lupin!”

Remus barely glanced back, “I’m sorry professor!” He rounded the corner with a loud ‘wait for me! It’s not fair!’ before Madam Prince rounded the corner too panting.

“I-I don’t—” the librarian cut herself off and gazed out the window along with the rest of the students where the unlikely group of animals ran past.

You guessed that Hogwarts had never seen such a group of animals with a panicky boy chasing after said animals very often.

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I had the shittiest day can you tell us another smutty hc that you have in your head bc the pocket 😼 one was incredible. Love your work, it would make my day all better❤️

Sweet anon, sorry to hear your day didn’t go right. I know this was from the other day but I haven’t had time to put proper thought to it until now.

Another (head) canon, is Sirius has an incurable oral fixation and would be a tease when it comes to using his mouth. This might end up being long but it’s one of my favourites. He’ll build Remus up for hours, maybe days if they’re apart, by taking the time to bring extra attention to his mouth one way or another. Be that through extra slow, wet and focused kisses or sucking a gentle mark or two into Remus’ neck. Maybe by playing with the tip of a pen, his wand, anything, nibbling, biting or toying with an object idly between his teeth. Sometimes he’ll just do that thing where the chain of his necklace will end up in his mouth and he’ll suck softly at it, or tongue along it as though he’s trying to tie a cherry stem. Maybe he’d take Remus’ hand to his lips to kiss it affectionately before sucking a finger or two into his mouth. If they’re apart he’ll get in a mood and wind Remus up over the phone. Dropping details in a faux innocent, whimsical manner about how he wishes he was there, how badly he wants to sub out with Remus’ heavy cock in his mouth. He’d keep going even if Remus was suffering— that would only spur him on, and make sure he’d get them lost in the idea before making his excuses and hanging up. Remus would be left hard, frustrated and desperate, whilst Sirius’d be much the same but so fucking pleased with himself.

After these hours or days of teasing Sirius would finally be on his knees with a content grin, while Remus could only wait. He’d palm at the pent up issue he’d caused and take his sweet ass time making sure Remus’ problem was swollen to its fullest. He’d lick and lap every thick inch, pay attention to his balls because he’d know they’d be full, make a full show for Remus up top of how good he is with his mouth. “Wanna worship you forever moony”. His fixation would always make his mind foggy with submission but his brattiness would conquer, making sure everything sounded, felt and looked wet; he’d make a mess of his mouth before he even swallowed one of those inches. Sirius would love feeling the throb beneath his palm, the sporadic pulses when he did something extra nice, working over Remus’ full and aching length torturously slow.

And Remus? It would depend on the day how he’d react to such a performance. If he was feeling a little more over sensitive, a bit weightless and at his baby’s beck and call, he’d simply watch and let him edge him over and over and over. He’d whimper against his higher power and try not to bust all over his face within the first minute. If his patience was shot however and he’d had enough of Sirius’ little games, there would be a warning in the form of a large hand pinning his jaw, fingers long enough to stretch down to his neck and Sirius would know his throat was going to get bruised. He’d get a light slap to the face. His jaw worked open, his hair gripped and bunched at the root. Fingers shoved and fucked into his mouth, dragged along his tongue until he’s spluttering and his eyes are burning. And he’s so dazed he doesn’t know the fingers are being replaced with Remus’ cock until he feels the stretch and that blunt, familiar weight trying to work it’s way into his throat. It’s a dangerous game for Sirius, but one he’s willing to take a hit for.

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LOVE YOU THROUGH ETERNITY

remus lupin x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: When everything seems lost in the darkness, Remus is the light you need.

Warning/content: hurt to comfort, angst, canon war era & deaths, crying, kissing, my English

a.n.: 1.3k words- anon i hope i did justice to your quote

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The current times were terrifying. The war was going as hard as ever and Voldemort decided to have as his principal targets the person you considered being your sister and her husband to get their child. You haven’t seen Lily and James for weeks now and you missed them terribly. You felt more than scared, not even knowing where or how they were.

You were staring out the window, eyes dry, you were not even able to cry anymore, too many tears had fallen already. You didn’t even react when Remus wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest against your back, too lost in your thoughts.

“What’s going on?” he asked quietly, his lips resting on your temple. You didn’t answer, holding on to his arms, not wanting him to let go.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, snuggling as close as possible to him.

Remus held you a little tighter “What are you scared of, dove?”

You turned around and looked up at Remus. His hand stroked your cheek gently, inviting you to talk, allowing you to let it out for the first time in months. “Everything.”

You had never told him about your fears, you felt like there was already too much going on, and you didn’t need to add more problems to the already existing stack. You just bottled up everything. He saw you cry but you never could tell him what was happening inside your head. And today you couldn’t anymore, your mind was too loud to keep it quiet. “Tell me more,” he said, holding you close to him as your head found the crook of his neck.

“I’m scared for Lily and James. I don’t want anything to happen to them,” you let out a sob, terrified at the idea that they could end up hurt or worst. You tried to calm the torrent of thoughts that was running inside your brain by listening to Remus’ slow heartbeat.

Remus softly kissed the top of your head “They’re going to be okay. Nobody knows where they are, except maybe Sirius- he’s probably the keeper of the secret- but he won’t tell anyone.” He dropped another kiss, “They are safe, I promise you.”

You shut your eyes. You wanted him to be right. You wanted Lily and James to live the happy ever after she always told you about back in Hogwarts, you wanted Harry to live the wonderful life he deserved to have next to his parents. You tried your best to believe Remus.

He promised.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Your vision was blurry, eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t speak, the lump in your throat was stopping you from saying anything. You held Remus’ arm so tight you were sure you were going to leave bruises on his skin. You didn’t even remember how you got their address, there were some things so much more important at the moment.

James and Lily’s cottage was a mess. There were pieces of glass everywhere, shattered wood on the carpet floor and even more chaos displayed here and there. But it wasn’t what you cared about, your eyes were locked on James’ dead body.

Horrified, you couldn’t detach your gaze from your friend. After what felt like an eternity but were a few seconds, Remus’ hand covered your eyes. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, voice far away from your ears, as if his soul was far away from his body.

“B-but Lily,” you choke, feeling the pain stabbing your chest, your heart bleeding inside your body.

Remus looked up the stairs, was must be Harry’s room seemed to be in complete disaster “It’s over, love… it’s over…” You weren’t the first ones to come to the crime scene, Harry was saved and outside, if Lily were alive she would have been by his side.

Even more tears ran down your face “I have to check- I- I-”

The small amount of energy you had left your body and you collapsed to the ground, unable to breathe “Tell me it’s not true,” you sobbed. You grasped Remus’ shirt, almost tearing the fabric in the distress you were feeling.

Remus held you tight, crying silently as you tried your best to break the embrace, you wanted to see Lily. After a minute you gave up, letting yourself break down in Remus’ arms.

Everything that happened after this was blurry in your mind. Sirius and Peter came here too to find the tragedy that was now the Potter’s cottage before aurors accused Harry’s godfather of betrayal. You didn’t know exactly what happened only that Sirius ended up in Azkaban and Peter was dead but for the rest, your mind decided to erase any other memories from this awful night.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Your chest was empty if it wasn’t for the melting of fear and anger that was stinging your heart everyday. You were still with Remus, you needed each other to not drive yourselves insane but you both were acting like ghosts.

So as you were laying with your head on Remus’ chest, you absently traced shapes on his arm, eyes filled with tears.

You had no one except him. Lily was dead, James was dead, Marlene was dead, Dorcas was dead, Peter was dead. Mary didn’t talk to you anymore to cope with grief as much as she could. Alice and Frank were alive but not living. Sirius was in Azkaban and a betrayer.

You tried your best to hide the sound of your cries but Remus heard, of course he did, wolf hearing and all. “Love,” he whispered, his own voice was broken, he was probably crying too.

You snaked your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest, letting your tears stain his sweater. “Why are we still here?” Being one of your only friends to be still alive was a feeling you couldn’t explain. You felt pain and anger and remorse and guilt eating slowly everyday.

“I don’t know,” he said before holding you a little closer to him, he couldn’t believe that even with all of this he didn’t lose you. He wouldn’t call himself lucky but some days when he woke up by your side, he was telling himself that maybe everything didn’t seem hopeless.

The silence settled in the living room again. You knew the war was over, Voldemort was gone, but something in a corner of your mind was telling you that maybe it wasn’t. Maybe something horrible was going to happen.

You were terrified at the idea of losing Remus. You couldn’t. If he ever died, he was going to carry the last pieces of soul that existed inside of you with him. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me.”

“I love you, Remus. And I’m scared I won’t be able to love you anymore if anything happens,” you said as more tears fell down your cheeks. Remus cradled your face between his hands, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t want you to die, I want to love you until we’re old and we die.” You cleared your throat, “I want to love you and I want you to stay alive.”

“Our souls belong together, dove,” he smiled softly, “when I can’t love you in this lifetime anymore, I will find you in another and love you then, I’ll do this over and over until I love you through eternity,” he said, looking into your eyes, holding your hand tightly.

Your heart throbbed in your chest, it was the purest form of love confession you ever heard and it turned you into a puddle. You were melting between Remus’ hands. Remus kissed your lips tenderly, “I’ll love you through eternity, Y/n. I promise you.”

Remus kept his promise. He loved you every day. He stayed by your side and both of your souls healed together, slowly and softly. Remus was the light you needed through the darkest times.

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kay-elle-cee · 6 months

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@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 31 || 1733 Words || Read on Ao3 A/N: I would like to state for the record that I know trick-or-treating wasn’t a thing in the UK in the early '80s but please just suspend your disbelief I’m BEGGING you. This is already going canon-divergent so let’s pretend trick-or-treating exists, cool thanks.

Additionally a quick little thank you for joining me on this ride <3 I've read every tag and comment and I'm so grateful for all the love for this fic! Keep an eye out for a masterpost with all these linked, and please feel free to drop into my ask box and let me know if you had any favorites! —

Three raps on the door and James opens it wide, only to find himself immediately arrested by the sight of the beautiful woman in front of him. Her auburn hair is swept over her right shoulder, a pointed witch’s hat sitting tall atop it as brilliant green eyes flicker between him and a small boy that sits on her hip. The boy is smiling, a disheveled mess of black hair poking out from under a little green hat—the stem to the soft orange pumpkin costume his little arms and legs stick through.

“Trick or treat,” the woman smiles at James, and his lips immediately pull into a grin, even as her eyes once again travel to the small boy on her hip. “Can you say ‘trick or treat’, Harry?”

Harry rocks his weight against his mother’s side, bouncing with excitement as his eyes (green, like hers) sparkle at James. “Dada! Dada!” he babbles, arms outstretched, and James reaches out to take his son with a gentle smile, settling on his hip.

“It was a long shot,” Lily sighs with a weak shrug, taking a few steps forward and nestling herself beneath James’ other outstretched arm—his whole world now within his grasp. “We’ll just have to try again next year.”

“Well if it helps,” he places a kiss on her head, “you two were my favorite visitors of the night.” Nevermind the ‘only’ that lingers in the air—the heavy weight of isolation that sits, strapped around their necks, trying its damndest to drag them further into despair every day for the last ten months.

But not tonight—not on Halloween, when they can coo over their son and his excitement, when they can enjoy the fact that they can spend another holiday together as a family (especially when the alternative is too gut-wrenching to consider). James places a firmer, longer kiss on his wife’s head as the thought flickers across his mind. Not tonight.

The pop of apparition on the other side of their wards sends his nerves on high alert. Exchanging a quick, loaded glance, Lily takes Harry inside with a protective arm around him as James reaches for his wand.

It’s not there.

He follows behind Lily in a hurry, mind racing at who could be visiting—they didn’t have any planned visits and everyone knows better than to show up unannounced.

“James—”

Lily’s eyes are wide and fearful when his attention snaps to her, misplaced wand securely in his hand once more. Harry’s started to fuss—the moods of his parents alerting him to something wrong, and she’s got both of her hands holding him securely to her chest, rocking back and forth.

“It’ll be fine, Lil.”

It’s an empty promise, but one he has to make. For his sanity, for his family, he has to make it.

Silently casting a Shield, he approaches the door just as frantic beating disrupts the silence of the house.

“Prongs! Lily!”

James’ shoulders stiffen. It’s Sirius. Or rather—it sounds like Sirius.

Sirius, who had insisted on not visiting too often so as to not draw suspicion. Sirius, who had shockingly adhered to a pre-planned visit only rule. Sirius, who’s now here, unexpectedly.

“Please, please open the door or I’ll open it myself!”

Sparing a quick glance to Lily over his shoulder, James holds his wand up to the door.

“What did you say to me the day Harry was born?”

“Oh thank Merlin,” he hears with a final thunk against the wood. “I told you that it seemed unfair for Lily to do all the hard work only for him to come out looking like a shrunken duplicate of you.” James’ shoulders relax the smallest fraction at the correct answer. “Now, let me in immediately. We don’t have time. Wormtail’s been compromised. You aren’t safe here.”

The blood in his veins turns to ice, the sounds of the world dropping away as a ringing intensifies, mixed only with the sensation of his heart pounding painfully in his throat.

Wormtail’s been compromised.

“—should’ve never listened to me. Fuck, but we’ve fixed it, okay?”

“James.” The croak of Lily’s voice is what pulls him out of his stupor, more than Sirius’ ramblings through the door, more than the pounding of his heart. Lily. Harry. Wormtail’s been compromised. “James, love, open the door.”

His muscles act of their own accord as he twists the handle and he’s nearly barrelled over by Sirius’ determined strides as the door flings open and the man walks in, long hair wild and unusual panic in his gaze. Grey eyes fall on Lily and Harry and James sees the sigh of relief expelled in the rise and fall of Sirius’ chest before he snaps into movement and slams the door shut.

“What do you mean ‘compromised’?” Lily whispers, eyes shimmering with terror.

Sirius shakes his head quickly. “I can’t get into the specifics right now but I went to check on him and he was just gone. No struggle, nothing.” His wild eyes turn back to James, who's still standing by the front door, wand clutched tightly in his hand. “Something feels off. Bad off. Fawley came with me as a lookout and I immediately had her help setting up a new Fidelius on my flat—she and Graham had done it for their parents at the beginning of all of this.” He runs a hand over his face, and when the hand is gone, the eyes that meet James’ are determined and tinged with fury. “We need to get you there now.”

Head still reeling from all this news, James nods, motioning for Lily and Harry as he walks over to the fireplace—Disapparating from inside their wards is impossible.

“James—” Lily’s hand grabs his wrist in a death grip, and he cuts her off with a swift, firm kiss, hand smoothing down the red hair on the crown of her head, the black witch’s hat discarded at some point in the excitement.

“Take Harry and go, we’re right behind you.”

“32 Longmoore Street, Lily. The Floo is open.”

With a resolute nod and a clenched jaw, Lily carefully steps into the Floo, green powder spilling to her feet as her hold on Harry tightens and she calls out Sirius’ address. James’ attention is fixed on her, watching as she and Harry disappear to safety in a swell of green flames right as a red beam of light jets through the window, shattering the glass and knocking Sirius off his feet.

Wormtail’s been compromised.

Without hesitation and with everything in him, James throws up another Shield Charm as he drops to crouch low, slinging Sirius’ arm around his neck and firing off a stunner into the darkness outside his window before dragging the two of them to the fireplace.

He knocks the little bowl of floo powder to the ground and scrapes as much as he can into shaking hands as curses continue to fly at the shield. The last one—some sort of dark purple spell that he’s seen on the battlefield once or twice, shatters the shield and the front wall of the cottage, dousing the room in drywall and debris.

Heart lurching in throat, James slams Sirius into the back of the Floo, dropping the green powder as he hurls himself into the flames as well, arm tightening around the unconscious man.

“32 Longmoore Street,” James states as loud as he dares with a trembling voice. The green flames dance around him, higher and higher until it obscures his vision and the floor drops out beneath him—a bone-white wand in a pale hand the last image he sees of their home.

Squeezing his eyes tight, hand clutching his wand and shoulder supporting Sirius’ limp figure, he tumbles out of the grate moments later, knees buckling as the two of them slam to the floor. A hand is on him in an instant and his ears reattune to the sound of Lily’s sobs as she checks him for injuries, Harry crying from his spot on her hip.

“—been holding my breath, I felt sick seeing you disappear, oh my god, James what do we—Sirius!”

With a groan, James sits up, clasping Lily’s free hand with his in an effort to provide some reassurance (for who, his brain is too adrenaline-addled to answer honestly). He brings the back of her hand to his lips, holding it there even as his eyes remain focused on Sirius’ limp form on the rug while he pulls out his wand. Placing the tip to the other man’s chest, he murmurs a shaky ‘Rennervate’, his breath of relief fanning across Lily’s skin as Sirius stirs at the spell, teeth clenching as he pushes himself up.

James shifts so that he can now fully wrap himself around Lily and Harry, his arms holding them close as the shock and terror of the past few minutes begins to settle over him. Wormtail’s been compromised.

His thumb lightly rubs soothing circles on Lily’s arm and he gives Harry a kiss on the head before looking over at Sirius, his throat constricting. “Peter…”

At the name, Sirius’ jaw clenches, his eyes reflecting a hatred James had only seen reserved for his own parents. “I’m going to kill him, James,” he whispers, a growl curling the edges of the words into something deadly. He rubs a hand over his face, eyes flickering down to where Harry’s finally stopped crying before meeting James’ gaze again. “So help me god, I’m going to kill him.”

“Sirius,” Lily’s voice comes, weaker than it had been in their own home, but still with that spark of strength that had carried them all through these months of isolation. She reaches a hand out for him and Sirius grasps it, the four of them connected here, grounded by touch with the proof that they all made it out alive. “You saved us. Don’t risk yourself now.” Dropping a kiss to the top of Harry’s head, she presses her back closer against James’ chest, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever let her and Harry out of his sight again after tonight. Doesn’t know if he can bear the thought of not having everyone he loves within arms’ reach.

A lump has wedged itself into his throat. “Tell Dumbledore,” he manages around the swell of emotion, attention on Sirius. “Send a patronus, but don’t leave. You’re no safer than we are right now.”

#it's (always) you #jilytober2023 #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #31 prompts

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colgatebluemintygel · 5 months

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eeeek thanks for all the fic recs!!! you're the best!! just finished a fic called Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars by Wrapped Up if u want something cute to read!! also captive prince is such a good series eek if you also wanna give recs from there please do! but only if u wanna!

my mothy friend i am so sorry that this reply is so very late 🤒 i have been so terrible with catching up on all the sweet messages i received while i was hermiting 😭

hurling crowbirds !! @wrapped-up truly never ever ever ever misses <3 even just thinking about the neck kissing scene is making me twirl my hair 🤭 i'm just always in awe of the way she writes her characters;; like with remus, all the subtle details that are lent to his characterisation and mannerisms always make him feel so incredibly human. and sirius, who always has me laughing and tearing up all at once <3

CAPTIVE PRINCE FIC RECS ... say no more :o))) i have been subjecting @pancakehouse and @maybebabyplease to my recs for months and now i get to unleash them on YOU

lines on palms (series) by fahye - this is an absolute classic and one that i re-read yearly <3 laurent is sooo.... i love him..

sanguinary poultice, love charm by lapin - i am a slut for a good auguste lives canon divergence longfic and this is my favvv that i've read in a long time <3

in the absence of a king by itallends - this fic made me go from crying laughing to crying crying in 10 mins flat. this laurent is so......just sooooo <33 (don't be deterred by the chap count ;; it's been left at a satisfying spot)

hand in unloveable hand by thickenmyblood - i actually don't even know what to say about this other than that it is a masterclass in character writing and made me sob 😃

scorching the hillside, our manic rhapsody by grumposaur - GAHHHH........ giggling and twirling my hair 🤭 i genuinely go bananas for an auguste lives au and this is absolutely no exception ❕ when laurent says ATTEND ME .... 👆 funny how it was written for my beloved em by my beloved maddy and is also my dream fic 🤭 it's almost like we're all soulmates.....

that's all for now, but i cycle back to capri fic at least once a year so... if you’d ever like more recs :-))) you know who to call !! hairflip

#pigeon post #fic recs #captive prince

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forestdeath1 · 2 months

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The tragic fate of platonic love in our beloved puritan HP fandom (18+)

Or about sexual attraction among friends (canon Sirius and James)

It's often written, “The relationship between Sirius and James is purely platonic and friendly, which I really appreciate because there's no sexual attraction between them! That's real friendship!”

Personally, I see this as nothing but the influence of old, rather puritanical views on our lives today. It's as though sexual attraction is deemed detrimental, diminishing the sanctity of friendship and defiling purity. As if sex is something that should remain exclusively between couples (in a dark room under a blanket), otherwise it's considered a vile phenomenon.

The modern concept of platonic love (which has nothing in common with the original concept of platonic love as exalted erotic relationships) literally imposes the belief that sexual attraction is exclusively categorized as “romantic,” and monosexual at that, rather than being considered in a deeper, philosophical sense of acceptance and desire for another person as a whole, including their physical component.

As if desiring someone’s body is an insult, rather than an expression of admiration for the ideal. In Ancient Greece and during the Renaissance era (although socially, the puritans were also rampant in this era), love for the body and beauty was celebrated and considered normal, but today, sometimes it's seen as something shameful and is strictly confined within the monosexual standard.

However, in some ways, people are right because, as Slavoj Žižek said, sex is increasingly becoming masturbation with a real person, rather than directly sex as an erotic act of love. It lacks love, desire, and eroticism. Just masturbation using a living body.

In this context, Freud would have been thrilled with the modern situation: despite the absence of any sexual restrictions, impotence and frigidity have never been so widespread. Yet, we are so puritanically inclined that sexual attraction between friends is perceived as something that shouldn't exist, as something that spoils pure friendly relations.

Sexual attraction to a friend is the result of erotic infatuation with them. These relationships can be platonic. They can call each other friends without making any commitments of fidelity and relationships, they might have other romantic relationships, but at the same time, the relationships between these two friends will be built on the intersection of eros and philia – erotic love and friendship. On the attraction to this person and on equal communication.

Let me repeat: there's nothing wrong with sexual attraction to friends who are platonic lovers. I don't know why many find this idea of sexual attraction to a friend so repulsive, as if it's something sinful, corrupt. Sexual attraction is simply an acknowledgment that the person is pleasant and beautiful and that you want to share a moment of intimacy, to appreciate the beauty of their body just as you appreciate the beauty of their soul. It's not necessary to satisfy this desire; it can be sublimated or transformed. In fact, friends who are platonically in love with each other do this all the time – hugging for a long time, kissing on the lips, giving each other massages (not medical), thus transforming precisely their sexual attraction.

A simple touch by one person on the body of their beloved friend can be far more sexual and erotic for the two of them than the most pornographic sex. Simply observing their body or the person themselves can be a far stronger sexual act than intercourse itself. Sexual attraction is not about how many bj they've given each other. They might not give any at all, but the breathing of one on the neck of the other during sleep can be so sexually charged, filled with love and eroticism in the broadest sense of the word, that no bj are necessary. If someone haven't experienced this in friendship, it doesn't mean that no one else has or that it can't exist at all.

(By the way, in Greek mythology, Philotes was a spirit/god embodying affection, friendship, and sexual intercourse. That is, both friendship and sex simultaneously, so the Greeks were quite familiar with such a phenomenon).

That's why such a level of intimacy is very bad and disgusting when it comes to family relationships – because everyone understands that there can be no platonic love in the family, there can be no that attraction, the family is about storge, not eros. It's about the love of a parent for a child or love between partners who have lost sexual attraction but retained a deep attachment.

Therefore, I would like us to one day in the fandom stop treating the possible sexual attraction between James and Sirius to each other as something disgusting and bad.

Moreover, if we take it as a universal canon that their relationship was platonic, then sublimated sexual attraction is present as a fact. Because there are no platonic relationships without erotic ones.

To love and to want are the same; one does not exist without the other. Love for a person's soul always passes through the stage of love for the body, if you love someone as some ideal Beauty and Good to which you are drawn (i.e., not the love of relatives and not the love of friends), then you love their body too.

Between friends who are platonic lovers, there can and should be sexual attraction. This attraction does not have to be realised in a pornographic act. They may not even realise it themselves.

And there's nothing shameful about it. And it does not affect their other relationships. They can still marry (Lily) and love her too, or date Remus and love him too.

#sirius black #bambibelle #james x sirius #prongsfoot #platonic prongsfoot #james potter #sweet puritanical fandom

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sorenphelps · 3 months

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All the artwork I made (so far) for the fanfic Fall For Me by @nikialexx for this year's @rsbigbang!

When we received the fanfic summaries and I saw that there's gonna be a rockstar AU, I ranked it high and was hoping for the best that I'd get it... And I got lucky, we got paired up with Niki, and I cannot even begin to express how much fun working with her has been! When I signed up for the Bang, I had no idea that I will end up being such an overachiever, but our collaboration was just too inspiring for me to stick to making only 1 picture! I'm gonna share a little backstory for all of them, also listing all the hidden easter eggs!

The banner: It was inspired by an off-screen scene (and a Hozier gif) Niki shared with me which inspired her to play with this AU to begin with! She was kind enough to let me design the look of the characters however I wanted and as I am the biggest facial hair enthusiast irl, I shamelessly drew the boys with beards, even tho it is not even once mentioned in the fic! (I aspire to be the fanartist known for drawing every male character with a beard, jsyk.) I am especially fond of Remus' nose, it just turned out so cute! Also, big thanks to Niki again for adding the extra bit about Sirius' parents coming from Vietnam, which is a very personal touch for me! It's the reason why I draw the Black family members with East Asian features, and finally it is perfectly valid in this fic's canon! 🙇🏻‍♀️

The paparazzi photo: This was my very first idea upon reading the summary of the fic, and thankfully Niki was very onboard with this too! This however turned out to be more challenging than expected, the first version was from a different angle and I really couldn't figure out the correct proportions and perspective, and the pose is harder to pull off in an anatomically correct way to begin with, so after some discussions whether it would be plausible in the fic if the paparazzi would have a room next to this balcony instead of in front, it finally clicked into place! And it is actually a real place in Madrid (the hotel and the background too)! Madrid is my ultimate favourite European city and I've spent 2 weeks working there this spring, so I could actually use my own photos as reference! I also hid a crescent moon and a star on the label of the wine bottle in the background! In the fic it is a kiss and they shouldn't be this visible, but I think I managed to convey the heat of this moment anyway. I really like how Sirius licks Remus' neck and their pleasure is obvious however subtle it is. Also because it is not an actual kiss, it has around the same level of ambiguity as the "original" semi-hidden photos would have in my opinion?

The Instagram posts: This idea came to me while reading the first draft of the fic. I've always liked social media inspired drawings, so at first I just sketched it out for fun, but then I liked it too much, so I finalized it, only to realize that I remembered incorrectly and it was not an Instagram post in the fic! Thankfully Niki was flexible enough to change the platform to Instagram in the final version to cover for my mistake! As in the fic it's Snape who takes the paparazzi photos, I referenced him in the first insta post (username). The second insta post was a last minute addition, I figured why not put the story in a "frame" this way. I wanted to draw Remus again, and I had so much fun with it, I've added a lot of easter eggs too! He is drinking wine and is a little tipsy - just as the beginning, and a lot of other times in the fic actually, haha -, he has the ring, the photo was taken in James' restaurant, and there is also Padfoot the dog, who is now bigger as a whole year has passed! Niki gave me free hand with the caption and the comments too, so I decided to really double down on the story framing idea, and have the same comments, but with a twist, emphasizing Sirius' sassiness more (the caption and the extra comment from him saying the love of his life is his dog, but i used the moon and wolf emojis so it would refer to Remus... Also Padfoot is on the picture which is a nod back to the first one when the comment said who is on the picture).

The extra sketches: Originally I didn't want to add the extra sketches, as all three were just warmup before/after working on the actual pieces, but Niki decided to include them in her fic anyways! I really enjoyed the tension of the bathroom scene, I might even clean that sketch up sometime, but the roughness somehow really fits the vibe of the scene! The guitar playing one was actually the first version of the insta post that I only drew for my own fun, before I moved to make a more direct illustration of the scene. I really like how it looks, the guitar just looks so right in Sirius' hand! The boy really is a born rockstar, haha! The balcony in the background has the same pattern as the hotel in Madrid, however it really is just a coincidence. And how could I have resisted drawing Sirius with baby Padfoot?

The promo pic: I had the basis of this picture since working on the banner, but I actually only finished it recently. My aim was to make it look like an actual promo, influencer style (that's why the text is so cringy)! I've also came up with the idea of drawing the rockstar version of Sirius with a cross earring while working on these pictures, which I liked to much that I draw every version of him with it now 😆 It's like 95% of aesthetic and 5% reference to his godfather status (which makes sense only in my native language, cause the word for godfather is mirror translated as cross-father).

The rockband pic and the concert pic: I'm gonna list them here too, because they are both connected to the fic! Neither of them is a direct illustration, but they were inspired by the conversations I had with Niki in the meantime! The concert pic is actually a variation for the situation I tried to convey with the banner!

TLDR; (this became so long again, jeez) I really enjoyed working on all of these pictures, and I am sure that I will definitely create more! (The R/J/S threesome is just too tempting!!) It was really the most prosperous of collaborations, and it was so nice to get to know Niki too! I am really grateful for the opportunity to join the Bang, in my case it really delivered all the benefits: engaging more in this fandom, my creative drive skyrocketing and getting to know a lot of new people! Thanks to everyone involved, really!

#r/s big bang #nikialexx #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #fanart #art by lau #lau draws with a tablet #rockstar au #collaboration

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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One day at a time

Prologue

Remus Lupin x fem! marauder! reader (eventually)

Summary: Sometimes, reality is a cruel mistress...in fact she can be a down right bitch

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, nudity and hints of canon character deaths, angst, slight trauma, grief, bittersweet fluff, past sirius x reader, reader is an bunny animagus

A/n: 1.8k words, I'm super excited about this series, thank you to the original requester, I fell so in love with your idea I couldn't stop writing and now we have a series x

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“Come back to bed” you plead, making grabby hands at him

The covers are still open from where he slipped out, sun dancing through the window and lighting up his skin whilst he smiles at getting caught. Those perfect curls bouncing gently as he turns back to face you, chuckling fondly as he slips off his shoes and shrugs off his jacket, placing it on the chair nearby before crawling back into bed

He falls into your arms like their made for him and you smile triumphantly, thrilled you convinced him to stay longer, even if you always did before in his own words he would do…

“Anything for you darling” he says as he kisses your cheek

You copy the gesture before burring your head into the crook of his neck, pushing his back flat against the plush of the mattress as your arms and legs wrap around him so he can’t escape. Not that he would ever want that as warm chuckles escape his lips again and his cheek leans into the side of your head

“You should have been a koala” he comments after a few seconds and laughs when you playfully bite his neck for it

“Fuck off” you grumble with a slight giggle

“Love you too” he tells you, nose nudging into your hair before he places a sweet kiss to it

A wash of comfort floods you, more so as his own arms move to hold you protectively, like he doesn’t want to leave either and maybe this time he’ll fold and stay

You shift on his chest, propping your head up on his chest “You don’t really wish I was a koala, right?” you wonder with a little pout, looking for confirmation that he adored your true animagus as much as you did his

He lets out a small laugh but it isn’t mocking, his eyes looking at you with so much love you it was immeasurable yet as he leans forward to give you a kiss you pull back

“Answer me” you scrunch up your nose, the faintest of smiles creeping past your pursed lips as you want him to say it

“I don’t ever wish for you to be a koala. I love you just the way you are my little bunny rabbit” his hand leaves your back briefly to tap your nose causing it to wiggle cutely “My little bugs” he teases you with the old nickname

You nudge him for that, trying to push him away but fail miserably, not that you even put up a fight as you practically fall into his arms

“You don’t even know where it comes from” you huff into his chest, trying not to show your enjoyment over the closeness

He lets out a small ‘huh’ “I do too” he sings in defence, head leaning around to look at you “What kind of man would I be if I forgot the origins of my girls nickname”

“A terrible one” you look back at him

“The worst”

“Utterly dreadful”

“A down right knob” he says with a laugh

You giggle “A very big…nope” you stop yourself the moment his smirk appears “But in light of you not being the most terribly dreadful down right knob in the land, prove it”

“Prove it?” he confirms with a funny smile

“Yup” you pop the ‘p’ with a challenging look

His mouth opens looking off to the side as he tries to come up with something “It’s a rabbit” he finally says with the kind of confidence you can’t falter

“No shit puppy” you giggle at him, head falling into his chest as you do

“Your puppy” he squeezes your body gently

You bite your lip at that, holding your smile as you try not to crack and instead pull back, shaking your head “Oh no, no flirty, flirty you aren’t getting out of this mister” you warn, knowing his tactics far too well “What is bugs from?”

“Its from a boo…” he extends the syllables, trying to gage your reaction but is met with a tilted head and raised eyebrow “Emm…a fil…nope” you push your lips together “A tv…A television show!” your eyes light up “Oh yeah it’s from that cartoo…” he celebrates before coughing and trying to act cool “It’s from that cartoon you and Moony used to watch, but of course I obviously knew that” he shrugs with a creeping smile

“Sure you did” you nod sceptically

He chuckles at that, probably gearing for some witty remark over how he still got it before your lips meet his cheek. The moment they touch his cheek rises and soon are followed by his hands cupping your own cheeks when you pull away and gently guide back in for a proper kiss.

Lip moving in a sweet rhythm as you find yourself wiggling up to be impossibly closer. He smiles at your movements, taking it as an opportunity to shift you onto your back and deepen the kiss. His hands slipping from your face, one going to support him as he leans over you and the other drifting up and down your side while your fingers find the loops of his jeans to pull him flush

“Hey!” you squeal when he squeezes your arse to which he chuckles against your lips before pulling away

“Sorry” he isn’t, not by a long shot “Can’t help myself when you only wear that to bed” he nods to your oversized shirt which always crunched up during the night, made better now by your lack of underwear

You give him a bashful look, watching as his eyes drift to your chest due to the shirt really lifting that far up “Stop looking” you giggle, attempting to pull your shirt down but he grabs your hands and pushes it back up

He tuts “Bad bunny” he chastises but it’s done so softly you melt completely into the mattress, feeling him lean down and begin to pepper kisses all over your stomach and up the valley between them “Never hide from me you’re too beautiful for that” he murmurs between kisses

You can’t help smiling, everything felt so perfect, his lips, hands, the air around you, it was almost unreal

“I love you” you whisper, looking down to see him admiring you with the brightest eyes

“I love you more…nope shush it’s not possible” he says adding the latter when you try to dispute it causing you both to laugh

He falls next to you again, smiling for a moment before pulling you in for another hug. His arms wrapping around you once yet all of a sudden the world feels colder, perhaps one of you left the window open?

“Do you have to go?” you wonder with a horrid taste of déjà vu

His fingers trace over your stomach and side and you find your eyes drifting down to follow his movements “Sorry darlin” is all he says, tone almost heartbroken

Your heart aches but you nod “But you’ll come back right?” you ask tears forming as the air gets colder “Like always?”

You close your eyes then, trying to soak up his arms around you as it’s fleeting whist you wait for his answer…an answer that never comes

Just like how he never came back

Eyes opening you realise he’s gone and your alone, in bed, the wind sweeping through the room mercilessly as you sit up and see him…but it’s not him…it can’t be him…please don’t be him

“Darling I’m home” the man speaks, his tone is low, deranged, no longer adorned in a band shirt and jeans but prison rags which reveal a dark mark, a sinister smirk on his lips

You can’t speak as you slowly remember, flashes sparking in your mind of the papers as you hear him cackling, his footsteps drawing closer as the memory corrupts and the world fades around you until you feel like your falling, screaming for help yet nothing escapes your lips

The ground approaches quickly yet before you hit it you jolt forward. Breathing heavy as your eyes flutter at the train whisking by, ears ringing before the bustling chatter of people takes over, the sound of goodbyes to loved ones on the platform across from yours, the distant echo of birds flying up into the atrium of the station above you

“Are you alright dear?”

Your head snaps to the left, eyes greeted with an elderly woman with a kind yet slightly concerned smile, who waits patiently for your answer. Your brain has a million ways to tell her you aren’t alright, that everything was so not okay, that your whole world had been shattered just for someone you love to crush the fragments into dust…

Yet you find yourself telling her “Yeah, just tired is all”

You lie, of course you do as it would be unfair to infringe your darkness upon her. So you put on what feels like a smile, the best you can muster before you turn away to find the train on your platform coming in

The lady hums, she doesn’t believe it, who would when you looked broken as you did. The clear tear tracks evident on your cheeks were like scars, the hollow look of your face like you had been sucked dry, the permanent frown painted on your lips…and not to mention falling asleep in the middle of a busy London station with your entire life in one sorry little suitcase and backpack.

Nevertheless, she grabs her stuff and walks over to the train, waiting for the doors to open and everyone on board to get off while you do the same only slower. Heart as heavy as the reality you were now living in. Dreams crumbled like the future you once pictured. Every part of you in constant emotional turmoil yet at the same time completely numb, disassociation setting in as it was the only means for you to survive this journey…a journey to merlin knows where…well you did know where as the announcement sounds

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, the next train from platform 2 will be leaving shorty, this train has five stops, Reading, Swindon, Bristol Parkway, Newport and finally Cardiff…oh and please mind the gap don’t want any extra…what…oopsie daisy wasn’t supposed to say that last part…any who you better get your socks on the train will be departing in 5 minutes”

The person over the tannoy earn giggles and laughter from everyone on the platform yet you remain silent, the only word you heard being Cardiff. It was all you could handle in that moment, Cardiff was the first step of many you didn’t want to take but had to, you couldn’t stay there anymore nor could you be alone. So as you looked down at the old and beaten envelope which held the address of an old friend, you could only hope to Godric he still lived there

Thank you for reading and let me know if you want tagged in the series ♡

#remus lupin and reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin and y/n #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black and reader #sirius black x you #sirius black angst #sirius black #remus lupin and you #remus lupin x y/n #remus and reader #remus x reader #marauders era #remus lupin fic #one day at a time

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