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partlystiles · 7 months

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hi idk if u accept request, but i was wondering if you could do a platonic marauders x short reader(4’11/5’0) and that she’s like feisty and loves doing pranks

Platonic!Marauders x fem!short!reader

summary: as described in the request above

warnings: none!

making a return with a small request x sorry if this is a bit bad, I took quite a bit of a break.

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"Let's gooooooo!"

"Padfoot, can you hear that?" James Potter, ever the arrogant Quidditch player with a heart of gold and a head full of himself and occasionally Lily Evans, perked up as though he was a dog and had just gotten a whiff of a bad smell.

"Hear what?" Sirius Black replied. His face was one of dark warmth, constantly smirking and his dazzling eyes just as dim as his demeanour. He was sat in a tree, looking down at James who hung from a branch.

"That sound...like an ant." James replied, grinning as though he had told the funniest joke as he swayed backwards and forwards upon his branch. Then he looked to his side. "How about you, Pete?"

"I don't hear anything." Peter Pettigrew shrugged, smiling at Sirius and James. He swiped his blonde hair out of his eyes and ignored the persistent prodding on his shoulder.

"Guys, stop being gits." Remus Lupin, the voice of reason, spoke out from where his back rested against the tree. A book sat in his hand and his tie was loose around his neck but he wore a sweet smile. "It's not an ant..."

"Thank you." Y/N sighed out, shaking her head at the other three boys who had been ignoring her exclamation.

The Marauders, a friendship of five that ruled the school with their pranks and antics, were sat out by the Black Lake. Two of them were inside of the tree, one sat on a limb and the other hanging upside down from a branch. The other three were around the tree rather than inside it.

Remus was sat against it, his head tilted back resting upon the bark of the trunk and Peter was stood leaning against it, grinning and looking up at the other boys within the tree. The fifth and final member of the group was poking a finger into Peter's arms and begging him to pay attention to her.

Not once had she sat down to rest, nor had she tried to climb the tree at all, but had been bounding around the surroundings pestering her friends over and over again.

But as always, they pretended not to see her. It was a sick little game they loved to do due to the difference in their sizes. Remus was above six foot, James was six foot, Sirius was near enough six foot and Peter was 5'8 but that was still 8 inches taller than Y/N.

Her entire life she had been nothing but tiny compared to everybody else. Especially when she had made friends with four boys who grew up to be a mix of muscular, lanky and large. That made her look especially small in comparison to the rest of them.

When walking down the corridor together, people rarely even spoke to her or saw her because she was so small. And the boys never shut up about it ever...it was actually surprising that Remus had berated them for their jokes in the first place.

"It's obviously a stinkbug." Remus finished, his voice flat and deadpan.

James, Sirius and Peter all began to laugh loudly at Remus' comment and Y/N abandoned trying to poke and prod Peter and instead bounded up to Remus, crashing into him as though they were playing football. Remus hmphed and fell to the ground as Y/N scrambled on him.

"You can try..." Remus trailed off, laughing as Y/N tried to get the upper hand on him. "But I guarantee you will fail."

There was no reply to that from Y/N as she continued to try and affect Remus somehow but with both his werewolf strength and his tall build in general, he somehow managed to manoeuvre Y/N so she was slung over his shoulders and he stood from the floor.

"No. Remus, put me down." Y/N panicked a little, her hands grasping at his back as he started to turn around slowly on the spot and the other boy's began laughing in the background. "Remus, I swear to Godric I will punch you so hard in the mouth that my hand will come out of your ass!"

Another round of laughter came from inside the tree as well as a sharp wolf whistle that cut through the air amongst the laughter. Remus chuckled at her threat as he spun around quicker and made Y/N clutch onto him for dear life - Peter was in stitches laughing as he held his stomach.

"Feisty!" Sirius laughed, launching himself off of the tree and landing on the grass below as he watched Remus and Y/N. "Who knew someone so little could carry so much firepower?"

"Please, guys, I just wanted to prank someone." Y/N whined and rested her head against Remus' back, giving up on trying to get off of him as he slowed to a stop, continuing to laugh a little. "And you're all just mean."

"Aww." James pouted and flung himself off of the branch as well, just like Sirius had until all four male marauders had their feet on the ground and Y/N slid onto her feet too off of Remus' back. "You know we love you, stinkbug."

"Stop that." Y/N swatted him and James shrieked, hitting her hand away from him.

"Not the hair!" He raised his fists in a defensive position.

"Oh, not your hair?" Y/N raised her eyebrows, her hands dangerously close to the brown curly locks and James gave her a warning glance, moving away from her slightly. "Not your hair?"

"Y/N...no."

"James...yes." Y/N smiled and launched forward again, her hands burying themselves in his hair as she jumped on him.

"No!" James screamed and ran away from her, towards the Black Lake and in a fit of laughing, Y/N followed straight after him with her hands outstretched as they ran around the banks with wide smiles on their faces.

#the marauders #the marauders imagine #peter pettigrew #harry potter #harry potter imagine #writing #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black

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partlystiles · 1 year

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Hey uhh. Can you make a part 2 of Barty and reader talking about their dads but this time they meet in the future and hoe reader died? I sort of need some angst

PT 1

barty crouch jr x fem!reader

summary: a run-in with a relative of someone from his past makes Barty's head turn.

Warnings: swearing, use of alcohol, mentions of death.

sorry it's been a while!

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My dearest Barty,

Enclosed in this letter is an Occamy feather for you! You better like it because I nearly died getting it for you, I had to resort to the mating dance and screeching loudly so it wouldn't attack. They are very aggressive and protective over their eggs, just like I knew but I can't believe I managed to tame one.

Of course I didn't manage to get an egg, but I have a drawing of it in my case that I will bring back to you and tell you all about.

India is so much fun! I've learned Bollywood dancing, visited a lot of the temples, trekked in the Himalayans to get to the Occamy of course. I even came during Diwali and everything is so beautiful!

I wish you were here with me. You'd love the dancing, even if you think you wouldn't, I know it. I'll be home soon, happily back with you. Little Elijah or Eleanor, whichever one it is, has been kicking for their daddy. Misses you almost as much as I do.

I know you had your doubts about me going to India whilst five months pregnant but I've run into no trouble whatsoever, just a little kick here and there but you were there for the first one. It should be about 4 more days until I'm back and I'm so excited!

I'm hoping that everything is okay back home. I know there's been more recent disappearances, even Regulus Black. Poor boy. He was so nice to me, I can't imagine how his brother is feeling. As long as you're safe then I'm happy, very happy.

Four months until our baby comes into the world!

Boat is boarding soon, so I'll go post this letter now. I love you so much! See you soon.

Y/N x

Bartemius Crouch read the letter over and over again. And then again. Until he felt numb inside, numb all over until somebody had to physically force him out of his chair, let alone out of his house. His heart was shattered, crawling back together to try and attach itself again, but it didn't work. Everything just crumpled again, crumpled like the letter in Barty's hand that was stained with blood, tears and sweat.

Multiple times it had been fished out of the garbage, multiple times he had tried to smooth all of the wrinkles back out of the paper so he could read it one more time. Multiple times he had been on the verge of incinerating every inky last word...but he never did. Because he could never ever get rid of her, the thought of her, the knowledge of her. Her and his baby who was never ever birthed.

Little Elijah or Eleanor never met their daddy and their daddy never got to look into the eyes of his child and softly rock them from side to side whilst singing them to sleep. It was a loss greater than anything, but nothing will ever be greater than the loss of his wife. His sun, his moon, his eclipse. Without her, his nights were darkened, his days were lost and Bartemius Crouch Junior withered away in his grand house, wishing his love was still in his arms.

However, a knock at the door interrupted his nightmare of a daydream. A grunt escaped his lips at the sound of it, his hand's grip on his glass of alcohol tightening at the rim as his other hand wiped at his spiked stubble around his chin in an uninterested gleam.

"Go away." Barty raised his voice a little, stumbling up from his dishevelled armchair and letting the rest of the letter from his wife's travel that sat on his lap fall to the wooden floor below him. "No one's home."

As he tried to stumble away again, tipping the last of the alcohol down his throat, he heard his door open anyway. Despite the obvious want of not having someone with him at that current time, he could hear footsteps behind him, entering the grand room with an air of purpose and especially an air of arrogance.

"I said GO AWAY." Barty swivelled around, chucking his glass at the doorway that the person was stood in. They didn't flinch at all, but the glass smashed above the archway and the shattered pieces fell down to the floor. "Fucking...fuckin bitch. Fuckin leave."

"Mr. Crouch, please." The man in the doorway removed his hat from his head, holding it in front of him as he watched the broken man trip around his drawing room, walking to his fireplace. "I'm here to talk about my daughter. I believe you knew her. Her name was Y/N."

At once, Barty paused in his place beside the fireplace, his hand grappled on the mantelpiece as his eyes narrowed into fierce slits at the mention of the name. The man grunted drunkenly again, shaking his head as his hands slapped against the mantelpiece multiple times before he decided to hit his head instead.

"Don't..." He drawled, his voice like gravel scraping against his vocal chords before he looked at the man in the doorway. The man had a shadow cast over his face but the firelight highlighting his nose told Barty that he was a spitting image of his dear Y/N. "Don't act like you fuckin' cared about...about her. I know what you did."

"I-I didn't do anything. My girl ran away when she was 17...I've been trying to find her for years. They led me here."

"Well, you're about a year too late, old man." Barty chuckled darkly, pushing himself away from the fireplace to swipe his bottle of alcohol off of his coffee table, pouring a hefty bit into a new glass. "She's dead."

"I was afraid of that." The man sighed, shaking his head and Barty downed about half of his drink before squinting and facing the man again. This time with more suspicion as he began to wring his hat in his hands. "She always was reckless. Running off, wanting to explore the world when I had a perfectly good job lined up for her at the ministry."

"Maybe she didn't want to be a fucking brainless clone." Barty spat, placing his glass down on the table before running his hands through his growing hair and over his face disappointedly. "And why the hell did it take you five fucking years to go looking for her? Ask anyone, it would've led you to me. You wanna fucking know why?"

"I don't-"

"I was the one who convinced her to run away." He whispered comically, pointing to himself with a crazed laugh as his lover's father straightened up a little at the amusement Barty was taking. "Right after I put a ring on her finger, we ran all the way to fucking Glasglow and got married in a stable. How's that for your precious little girl?"

"You drove my daughter away from me!" The man walked towards Barty, who picked up his glass and downed the rest of the alcohol before turning until he was chest to chest with the man. "She could've had a great life. A great job with a great salary and a great husband with a son and a daughter. You took that from her?"

"You drove her away from you yourself!" Barty stumbled more, but poked a finger onto the man's chest anyway, eyeing his own wand on the table just metres away. "It was her dream to travel the world and that's exactly what I...what I let her do, what I encouraged her to do. She was fucking happy, fuckin' joyful. With me. With my child inside of her. But of course you and your fucking ministry can't leave a man alone for two seconds-"

"You see, she was coming home from India, 5 months pregnant with my baby- and she- and she, she was on the same boat as another Death Eater. I didn't even know the guy that well. You ministry Aurors showed up, and she was caught in the crossfire. She died. My baby died. My whole life was ripped away from me because of YOU. YOU AND YOUR FUCKING- YOU'RE FUCKING..."

"Spit it out, son." The ministry worker said, stepping back from the boy as Barty reached into his pocket and yanked out her goodbye letter, crumpling it again in his hand before he looked back at the man, quivering with rage.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. GO." He shoved his hands out, hitting the man away from him, but the elder one didn't even budge as Barty's weak drunken form pushed and pushed at the body. "GET OUT. SHE WOULDN'T WANT YOU HERE. LEAVE. Fuckin-"

Bartemius reached his hand out, bending down in his pause from slapping his late wife's father to walk over to the coffee table where his wand sat. He picked up his wand, pointing it at the man in front of him who now did stumble backwards at the sight of the crazed man threatening him with his wand. Although it seemed as though Barty couldn't get a clear shot.

"Avada Kedavra." A blinding flash of light and a thud reverberated around the room as Barty was left alone, stumbling again though he didn't bother to pour himself another drink, he just grabbed the bottle and let it slide down his throat. "Fuckin' bitch, freakin' fucker...

... I want my baby."

#the marauders era #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch junior imagine #the marauders x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter

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partlystiles · 2 years

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I Will Not Kiss You - Daryl Dixon PT2

Part 1

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

summary: after a drunken mistake of trying to kiss her friend in the late hours of the night, Y/N L/N wakes up to a feeling of embarrassment and self-hatred. she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes, but Daryl is determined to fix his mistake.

warning: swearing

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Y/N L/N was sat in her own pity. Heart heavy with regret and a headache making it all the more difficult for her to get her mind off of the incident. She remembered everything and she wished to God that she couldn’t because maybe that would’ve saved her from the pounding migraine she now had. No one had knocked on the door to get her for her duties so she supposed that they had all heard of what happened and decided to leave her at rest.

That just made everything worse. Y/N would’ve worked if she had been asked, though she would’ve whined and complained, the work still would be done by the end of the day. But now she was just stuck by herself, stuck in her own house alone and debating whether to go out and kill loads of Walkers to kill time. But Deanne would throw her in the cells before she could explain why she had done it.

Despite the need, Y/N just sat at her kitchen counter stool, a cup of orange juice clutched in her hand and a bowl of cereal sat before her. Untouched and soggy, but she had drained half of her juice from the glass already in an insufferable thirst when she had first stumbled into the kitchen with her duvet around her shoulders and her hair messy atop her head.

Now she had the quilt over her legs, weighing her down and she had tamed her locks as much as possible but would hate to look in a mirror at the nest that it looked like. She never wanted to face Daryl again and the notion of it pained her almost as much as her headache did, her headache that she was massaging gently with her fingers, breathing air in an out slowly and trying not to throw up everywhere.

There was a knocking at her door and Y/N sighed, dropping her head and her arms so her hands smacked against her kitchen counter and her head simply lowered slightly. More knocking, continued knocking, this was one of the teenagers. She hoped it wasn’t Enid, Carl had said that the girl seemed cold towards him and even worse, she was dating Ron, the teenager Y/N had ‘bullied’.

“Y/n? Are you home?”

Luckily, it was Carl and Y/N just yelled out a quick sound that could’ve been perceived as anything. The boy walked in, the lock of the door clicking out of place. She should really lock her doors but after last night, she wasn’t in the thinking state. Carl sauntered in wearing his usual flannel and cowboy hat, taking a seat beside her at the counter.

“What do you need, Cuddles?” She mumbled, picking her head up and resorting to massaging her temples once more. Carl’s scowl was burning into the side of her head but she couldn’t bring herself to smirk or smile at his reaction.

“Don’t call me that.” He whined slightly, turning away as Y/N finally brought herself to look at him. No sadness was visible, or anger, or embarrassment so she was quite confused on why the hell he had arrived.

“But that’s your name.” She brought one hand away from her head to go to poke at his cheek, but her movements were slow and he just shrugged her off with a small laugh. “What happened to you calling me Auntie Y/N?”

“I was seven!” He protested, thinking back to when his younger self grew to know Y/N as Auntie Y/N after her brief relationship with Shane Walsh and care that she had for the young boy. “And you were dating the man who was basically my uncle.”

“We don’t need to talk about my relationship with Shane.” Y/N widened her eyes and the movement of the muscles hurt her head, but she slowly shook her head anyway, holding a hand up to the boy grinning at her. “We don’t need to talk about my love life in general. Period,”

“Not even about Daryl?” Carl asked and Y/n smirked the tiniest bit but it was void of any humour, she knew that that was why Carl had come into her house. Now that Shane had gone, Daryl was practically his new uncle and he had been rooting for him and Y/N since the beginning.

“If you’re wanna talk about Daryl, go find your daddy, they’re practically in love with each other.” She mumbled, getting up from the stool and cleaning up the breakfast plates and dishes that she had collected in front of her. “But don’t bother me with it because I’m embarrassed, hungover and can probably never show myself to Daryl again.”

“He-”

“Carl, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But Daryl-”

“Out.” Y/N pointed towards the door, but Carl started to get out of his seat and talk over her about Daryl this and Daryl that but she simply walked over to the smaller boy and began pushing him towards the door. “Carl, I love you, you’re like a son to me and I will protect you with my life but right now I am getting very overwhelmed so I love you, goodbye.”

“But-”

The door shut in his face, Y/N would have felt bad but knew that Carl didn’t really get affected by the tough love he received from the woman. Both had been through very tough times, especially Carl and when his mother died, Y/N simply sat beside him in one of the prison cells and he completely crumpled. When the prison was attacked and they were away from each other for days, when they reunited they both shed a tear.

Carl was going to make it out of this apocalypse and Y/N was going to make sure of it, even if everybody else around her was dead, injured or trying to stop them, Carl would prosper. He was a smart young man and she was a fierce woman, ready to help him through everything. So she would know if he was truly hurt.

His incessant knocking on her door even after she had shut it on him proved that he was persistent. Three knocks in a row that Y/N didn’t reply to, and then another three followed by more and more until her patience overtook her pettiness and she marched over to the door again.

“For fucks sake, Carl.” Y/N marched over to the door, pulling it and swinging it open. She had prepared herself for the sudden brightness of the outside but what she had not prepared herself for was who was on the other side of the door. “Oh.”

“Hey.” Daryl said in his deep, gravelly, sexy low voice. As well as sending the same fire through her veins like he always did, his presence also made her cheeks burn a bright red as she remembered the events of last night. How he rejected her kiss, his hands on his hips. Big and strong.

He looked so good stood on her doorstep, his usual sleeveless jacket over his glistening muscly arms and a loose shirt hanging over his chest and the waistband of his jeans. The jeans that fit him so well, made him look so so good that it pained Y/N at the sight of something she wanted but couldn’t have. She could’ve cried at the thought but just settled on slamming the door shut again. Blocked out of her day.

Y/N sighed as she walked away from the door, running a hand through her hair and returning to massaging the skin of her forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Her door swung open once more, the breeze tumbling into her entryway and she turned around abruptly, furrowing her eyebrows at whoever had stormed into her house. It was Daryl and he was walking with purpose straight towards her, looking serious and determined, so determined that it made her freeze in place, simply staring at the large man approaching her.

His hand hooked around her waist, pulling her closely in and Y/N barely had time to let a curse fall out of her lips before they were occupied with kissing Daryl’s. She was looking up and he was looking down, moving his mouth with a fervour that made Y/N grip onto his bare biceps, groaning in delight of the feel of him under her fingers.

Daryl walked towards her, backtracking her until she was pressed against a wall. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, bodies colliding as they became overcome with a new thirst for each other. She tried to remember that her door was wide open and Carl was probably still lurking around somewhere but she still continued running her hands over the man in front of her.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about Daryl.” Carl said cheekily and the adults broke away from each other, Daryl continued looking at her but Y/N looked behind his arm to see the boy stood in the doorway.

“Get lost, Cuddles.” She scowled and Carl grinned like a little shit, pulling the door shut and then turning to walk away. Y/N blushed and looked back at the man who had a very stern hold of her. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He replied, raising his eyebrows at the woman below him who ducked her head shyly. His fingers touched to her chin and raised it up to look at him, ignoring the widened eyes. “I would kiss ya anytime. Just not when you’re drunk.”

“Well...” Y/N huffed, avoiding his eyes as she looked around awkwardly. She felt small and shrinking under his graze until she cleared her throat and looked back up at him confidently. “Kiss me then.”

“Alright.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #The Walking Dead #twd #twd imagine #carl grimes #Rick Grimes #x reader #daryl x reader

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partlystiles · 2 years

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I Will Not Kiss You - Daryl Dixon

part 2

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

summary: after years of mutual pining and a bit too much to drink, Y/N confesses her feelings to daryl dixon amidst a drunken conversation. he refuses to take advantage of her in such a state but in doing so puts a crack in her heart.

word count: 2,323

warning: alcohol consumption, swearing

i got this idea from when i heard the ‘cancer x as the world caves in’ and thought that the sadness of it and the ‘i will not kiss you’ creates a perfect setting for a broken-hearted imagine of refusal

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“Maybe you should slow down on the drinks, Y/N.”

Rick Grimes, ever the voice of reason, approached his long time friend on where she sat on the stairs of one of the many Alexandrian homes in the village. It was one of their first days where and the girl on the stairs had already gotten bored, there was a party thrown for her arrival and she planned to take advantage of every drink she could find.

And she did. It was obvious enough. If Rick had come to check on her then she was sure the news had gotten around of her state, she loved Rick like a brother but he knew she could handle herself. But he had no idea what she was like drunk so when it had gotten back to him that she had tried to initiate a fight with a teenager he had set out to find her.

“And what if I don’t, old man?” She slurred, tipping back another whiskey and Rick groaned as he sat beside her on the steps. He looked at her amusedly and raised his eyebrows.

“You know we’re basically the same age, right?” He laughed and she shrugged, going to drink out of her plastic cup that she had the whiskey in before realising that there was no more in it.

Y/N crushed the plastic in her hand and threw it behind her, it landed on one stair and then bounced back down to the one right behind her. Rick laughed again and looked at her, her dishevelled hair and he revelled at how clean she looked. How clean all of them looked, but for one night her hair wasn’t tied back.

“I deserve this.” She whispered and leaned in close to him. “It’s been years since I’ve had a drink, water isn’t enough.”

“Getting drunk and threatening a teenager is not good drunken behaviour.” Rick said and Y/N waved her hand, dismissing him before leaning back against the wall and hitting her head.

She pouted and put her hand to the back of her head with a small cry. Rick shook his head again and stood, pushing himself into a standing position before stretching a hand out to her. Out of instinct, Y/N took it but stumbled and swayed as soon as she was up on her feet.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He caught her before she fell. “Maybe you should sit back down and get a water-”

“No, no, no, no.” She kept herself up, whining and squinting as she pushed on his arm to stop him from pushing her down. His southern laughter made her push him even more, mumbling denials over and over. “I need to- I need to go find Daryl.”

“Are you sure you wanna do that in this state?” He asked with another small laugh and Y/N nodded again, pushing his arms away from her and stumbling into the living room where everyone made way for her. “Grab a water on your way out, better sober up before you confess your love!”

“Go fuck Jesse.” Y/N stole another cup of whiskey from Glenn’s hand as she passed and for a moment he protested but she just raised her eyebrows at him as she walked past and downed it before passing empty cup to one of the Alexandrians.

“Where are you going like this, Y/N?” She ran into Michonne, who gave her a once-over.

“I’m going to fuck Dixon...hopefully, if it leads to that.”

Daryl Dixon was a rough man and he was violent and he was rude and Y/N liked the fuck out of him. She had fought it for so long, but her time with him had forced her to just admit that she had the tiniest bit of a crush on the archer that has saved her life more than enough times. She couldn’t stand the fact that the friendship she had towards him blossomed into something more, but they did.

And when the prison got overrun and she was forced out with Michonne, Daryl’s ability was all that reassured her that he would be okay. Michonne had actually been the one to make her realise how much she actually valued the man, despite the fact that she mistook them for husband and wife upon their first meetings.

That had been quite awkward, the two of them staring at each other with a loss for words before Daryl had cleared his throat and Y/N stuttered out a no. She was sure that everybody could probably tell she had a thing for Daryl, especially Rick who relentlessly teased her for it. Never providing her with a break.

Daryl probably knew too, but Drunk Y/N was about to make a fool of herself anyway.

The night was cold and it bit at her but she had left her jacket inside the house and couldn’t be bothered going back in to get it. Rick would probably throw it at her first thing the next morning. Or Deanne would return it. Y/N wasn’t a massive fan of this Deanne person but chalked it up to the fact that she had been pressured into some sort of interview.

“Where were you when the apocalypse started?”

“With my family.”

“Did they arrive with you to Alexandria?”

“No, they got massacred in the first week.”

All things like that. Stupid, irrelevant things in the past which did nothing but bring up bad memories for everyone. Y/N had reunited with Daryl straight after her interview and they had a good laugh about it. That’s right, laugh, one of the only reasons that people thought they’d make a good couple. Because Daryl Dixon laughs in Y/N L/N’s presence.

It was more like an exhaling through his nose thing but Y/N counted that as a laugh. It was crazy to think that after hating them for so long, she was falling for a redneck.

Literally.

“All hands on deck, L/N.” His accent rang in her ears and she looked around confusedly before she lay her eyes on the man on the motorcycle beside her. he was just sat there, the engine wasn’t even on. “You ain’t lookin so good.”

“Just the man I was looking for.” She gestured out to him like she was presenting him in front of an audience and he stood from his vehicle. He was wearing his sleeveless jacket and the muscles almost made her drool. “Why weren’t you partying?”

“Was eatin’ spaghetti.” He smirked as she bopped to invisible music, clearly supremely intoxicated before she stopped and frowned at him.

“I love spaghetti.” She pouted, stomach almost rumbling at the sound of it. And then as she stared at the man approaching her, muscles out and glistening in the moonlight, she craved some more whiskey. “And whiskey.”

“Is that why you’re swayin’?” He asked, standing right before her and she scowled good-naturedly up at him.

“I’m not.” Y/N claimed before she stumbled to her left, about to fall before a hand stopped her. A big, rough, calloused hand on her waist that steadied her as much as possible and she almost toppled over sideways at his simple touch. “Wow.”

“Be careful.”

“That was really hot.” Y/N said and for a moment he went stiff but she was too intoxicated to really care as she turned and looked up at him. They were very very close and he could smell the large amount of whiskey she had consumed, he could also see her big bright eyes very close up to his face.

And her lips. And he kept his eyes on her eyes in common decency. Then he raised his eyebrows, he should probably get her tucked in bed and asleep so she can sleep off the alcohol but she looked very amusing. Her eyes were narrowing at him as he kept her in place so she wouldn’t fall.

Daryl couldn’t deny that he felt attraction for the woman in front of him, ever since she had put him in a head lock when they first met and then proceeded to threaten him with a knife whilst she wore a tank top right in front of him that showed off way too much than it should have.

He tried his best not to look. But it soon became more than that and he found himself enthralled by her eyes, the way she spoke, when she laughed and he got angry at himself. Tough was how he defined himself and having his heart beat faster when in the presence of his friend was not tough.

And she looked so beautiful at night, with her hair washed, clean and fluffy. No dirt on her face, it was clean and radiant and she looked soft. He just wanted to caress her face with his hand but didn’t want to embellish it with dirt, didn’t want to ruin the perfection.

He felt like a 12-year-old boy.

“I’m really attracted to you.” She spoke softly, her breath on his face and once again he smelt the whiskey but he couldn’t really bring himself to care that much. Drunk, he reminded himself, she’s drunk. “And I want more whiskey.”

He did that exhalation thing, his hand squeezing her hip slightly and she leant into him more. It was torture for him, he thought, having to keep his desires in order because she was in this state. If she had confessed to him when she was sober then he would probably already have her lying on his bed, but now that she’s drunk he couldn’t.

The moment was hot, stuffy and they were so close and he could see a glisten of sweat on her forehead and he was sure there was more on him. He was dirty and kind of bloody from his day out with Aaron but Drunk Y/N wouldn’t care, hell, Sober Y/N wouldn’t have cared. She had tackled him in a hug without a moment’s hesitation after not seeing him in a while when he was covered in gallons of blood.

“Daryl.” She whispered and he snapped himself out of whatever trance he was in, she had been holding onto him for balance but now she was kind of balanced and raised one hand to the back of his neck and kept one on his muscles.

He fought to keep a shiver down as her fingers tickled the back of his neck. He needed some sort of interruption, someone to tear them away from each other because he knew he couldn’t leave this situation by himself.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, quietly, avoiding eye contact. But it was impossible, she was right in front of him. She smelled like his favourite thing, alcohol, and the whole doe-eyed look was extremely attractive.

With the hand that cupped his cheek, Y/N turned Daryl’s head to face her, to look down at her. And she smiled at him and then she started to pull him down and lean up, going in to kiss him. Completely sober, he would’ve let her, but she wasn’t. As much as he would give his life to touch her like that, he couldn’t take advantage of her. What kind of man would he be?

Her lips were getting closer and closer, puckered and wet from when she had swiped her tongue over them moments before. She was pulling him down, ready to plant one on him and he was so ready to receive it, ready to take her face into his hands and make out with her right there in the road.

Yet he didn’t.

When she was mere milliseconds away from connecting their lips, Daryl turned his head to the side and completely avoided it with his lips, but her mouth landed on his cheek. They were soft and they felt amazing. It wasn’t long until she pulled away from him and realised that he had dodged her.

She settled back on her feet after being on her tiptoes, he saw it from the corner of his eye. Slowly, she grasped his hands and took them off of her waist, taking a step backwards. This was when Daryl turned and looked at her only to see that she was looking at him first...confused.

“I ain’t gonna kiss ya.” He said and if there was a sight he never wished to see, it was Y/N’s face right before she started crying. It screwed up in defeat and at once he wanted to take her into his arms.

He tried to, he stepped forward with innocent intentions. But she backed away from him and in doing so, tripped over her own feet until she fell over and scraped her hand on the floor.

“Y/N-” Daryl stepped forward, bending down the slightest bit to try and help her up but the woman put a hand out and scrambled back as best she could from him before standing up on shaky legs. “Let me help ya.”

Y/N shook her head and backed away again before she turned and walked quickly back up to the house the party was in, wiping at the place under her eyes. Unfortunately, she didn’t get very far as the moment she reached the house, her stomach gave up on her and caused her to double over into the bushes.

The Alexandrians there yelled and gagged as she threw up but then Carl came running out and put a hand on her back as she continued to throw up, he called for help and then Maggie came out. Daryl stood there and felt useless.

And then he wasn’t standing there, he was mounting his motorcycle and riding it a pathetic couple of yards to his own house where he still felt useless. He even lay in bed and felt useless wondering how the hell he was going to make it up to a hungover Y/N L/N the next morning...if she even remembered it.

She definitely remembered it...then she threw up again.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #the walking dead imagine #daryl x reader #twd #twd imagine #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes #michonne hawthorne #carl grimes #twd season 5

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partlystiles · 2 years

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would you ever think of doing a part two to Transfer Student? i checked your masterlist to see if there was one and if you did do it could you link it? i really enjoyed reading it!!

i just published it and you can find it here

very happy you liked the first one! i love YOUNG peter x

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Can I ask for continuation of the French exchange student and Peter Pettigrew? Just where their relationship kinda starts to blossom and the guys, mainly Sirius, are still confused on why she’s into him. But she’s somewhat over being petty, but not really. She still ignores Sirius to a degree. But whenever Peter and her hangout, the guys ( and maybe the gals) spy on them so they can figure out what she sees I’m Peter. ~🍄

it's been a hot minute but yes of course!

You can read part one here !

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“Look, that’s the Big Dipper, that’s Orion’s Belt and...that is the constellation of Pegasus, see it’s like a square and then three lines coming off of it. Someone thought it outlined a bit of a Pegasus...like a flying horse.”

“It’s beautiful.” Y/N whispered as she stared up at the blanket of navy blue that coveted the sky that night and the beautiful dots of white within it, she was lay back against a blanket which she could feel the grass from underneath prickling at. “I quite like looking at stars.”

“A lot of people are named after stars, aren’t they?” Peter shifted on the blanket, his elbow brushing against the girl beside him which made the both of them smile up to the sky they were staring at. “Sirius, his brother Regulus, Astrid Baker, Cassiopeia Pritchett, Danica Glore, Estelle Cook-”

“You know a lot of people.” She laughed, turning her head to look at the side of his face. It was dark out but the stars and the light from the crescent moon shed light all over his skin and lit up his eyes.

Peter had been smiling quite widely but it slowly lessened after Y/N’s sentence, it’s true he did know a lot of people. But not many people knew him. For a lot of his life he was just James Potter’s friend or one of the boys, a quiet prankster, a mousey boy with little to no personality. He only knew all these names because he actually payed attention to people unlike others who only knew him as the ‘blonde marauder’.

“Peter?” Y/N turned on her side and then propped herself up on her arm, looking down at the boy beside her who glanced at her with wide eyes after being snapped out of whatever stupor he had been in. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing.” He smiled softly, shaking his head as he looked at her. Y/N was practically the only girl who had ever noticed him, really really noticed him. She laughed at his jokes, she asked him about himself.

Peter looked down at her hand that lay on the blanket, it was still manicured and she was wearing that same pearl bracelet that matched the pink ribbon tied around his own wrist. He thought his favourite thing about her next to her smile was her hands, they were so beautiful and looked so soft. And he always wanted to build up the courage to hold it but he never had.

He was no idiot, there was definitely something more than friendship between them and he knew that. But he could never make any moves, he always chickened out. Yes he wore her ribbon around her wrist but he really wasn’t sure what that meant; when she gave it to him, they had just finished talking by the fireplace. Everyone else had gone up, it was just them.

She had been playing with the ribbon for about ten minutes before she smiled and tied it around his wrist, successfully capturing his breath before she announced that she was going to bed and that she would see him in the morning. Then she had looked at him for a moment before smiling and saying goodbye.

He felt like grabbing her hand and asking her to stay but refrained from being creepy, he just stood with her and watched as she went up the stairs to the girls dormitories and he went to the boys. And then got confronted. He had to say that Sirius had really gotten on his nerves, acting like Peter had to have some sort of trick to have a pretty girl interested in him.

The boy still went on about it even weeks afterward, just before Peter had left with the blanket and announced that he was taking a late night rendezvous, Sirius had asked him to talk him up since Peter and Y/N weren’t official. James smirked a little and Remus glared at the boy but Peter just left with no other word to see his angel at the bottom of the stairs.

His angel who made the first move.

Peter snapped himself out of another trance as his hand that rest on his stomach whilst he was lay down was taken by hers that he had just been staring at. It was a slow movement, an unsure one and Peter stared at every second of it. The way she brought his hand off of his stomach and laced their fingers together before resting them in the space between them.

“Don’t be so afraid, Peter.” She whispered and if he had the courage, he could’ve bolted up and put a hand on the back of her head to bring her in for a kiss. But he didn’t, he simply looked at her and felt his heart swell.

“What kind of Gryffindor am I?” He made a joke and Y/N smiled but it didn’t quite reach her beautiful eyes.

“Well, I’ve heard your quite the prankster. That’s quite brave and daring.” She said, raising her eyebrows and Peter flushed slightly red before he narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously with a smile.

“How do you know?”

“Marlene likes to complain.” Y/N giggled and poked his cheek with his tongue as he smiled and watched her grin at him knowingly. “She told me about the time you caused every Slytherin’s tongues to grow at breakfast.”

“It was Sirius’ idea.” Peter defended himself but she didn’t seem that bothered, more amused at the red flush on his cheeks. Of course she would find out about their pranks, she didn’t live under a rock. “I just provided an entrance into the kitchens. See, the secret is you have to tickle the pair in the portrait down near the Hufflepuff Common Room. Swings right open for you.”

“You’ll have to take me sometime.” She suggested as she let go of his hand and for a moment he was crestfallen, but then she started playing with his fingers and he really couldn’t complain.

“Well, I could suggest that we be the ones to get the food and drink for the party?” Peter said and Y/N looked up at him with a face of confusion for a moment. “The Halloween party that Gryffindor throws every year.”

“What is Halloween?”

“You don’t do Halloween in France?” Peter asked and Y/N shook her head with a small laugh at his genuine shock. He let his jaw drop and just stared at her until she started giggling again. “Oh my word. Well, Halloween is basically where you dress up as things and eat sweets. Originally it was to like ward off spirits or something but now people just eat a lot and wear fun costumes on October 31st. But we have the party on the 30th because there’s the feast and everything on the actual night.”

“I go to back to France on the 31st.” Y/N mentioned and Peter sat up in a very shocked manner, she widened her eyes at him as he looked down at her in a slightly sad way. “Oh, no, not forever. Just because the Sunday is La Toussaint and I’m going to visit my father’s grave. I’ll be back early Monday morning.”

Peter gave a large sigh of relief and laughed again, looking down at the blanket in slight embarrassment before looking back up at Y/N. He grabbed her hand again, running his thumb over the back of it whilst he stared at her. Did he kiss her? Did he wait for her to kiss him? Did he just keep staring at her like a creepy stalker?

“But I’m sure I can party for a bit.” She said, her voice sounding a little bit softer and breathless as Peter carried on stroking her hand with an extremely cute smile. “What do I dress as?”

“Anything you want.” He shrugged, laying back down again but making sure to keep tight hold onto her hand. If it was up to him he would never let her go. “I was gonna go as Robin Hood, but-”

“I watched that film when I first moved here, with Lily. She’s my neighbour.” Y/N interrupted excitedly and Peter chuckled softly as her eyes lit up. “It was very good. And Lily put on French subtitles so I could understand all of it! If you go as Robin Hood, then I can go as Maid Marian...”

“Like a couples costume?” He asked before his eyes tripled the size and he tensed up, hand squeezing hers slightly tighter. “Not that we’re a couple or anything like you might not even like me like that, I didn’t want to assume cause you know obviously we can go as just friends but like I’m sorry I just didn’t wanna label anything but that’s exactly what I did so-”

Her amazing laugh is what interrupted him. a smile like nothing before as she used her other hand to cover up her face. She decided to lay back down, their hands interlocked in the middle of them whilst her chest jerked slightly with her laughs. “Yes, Peter. A couple’s costume.”

Peter looked at her, just like she had before, watching her side profile with the sky reflecting in her eyes and her skin looking as soft as ever. She glowed in the night, her large cardigan she had shrugged over her short silky pyjamas. Pink like her lips, her nails, her cheeks, her jewellery. Her whole entire aura.

He had brought down his own jacket to give to her but tossed it on the sofa as soon as he saw her in her own. She didn’t notice him throw it and he was glad, but as good as she looked he thought she would look good in his own jacket as well. It would drown her as he was a bit bigger than her, but she would be comfy and have something of his as he did of hers.

“So is that confirmation that like...” He started, still confused with where they were but as soon as she turned her head and they locked eyes again, his sentence trailed off. “We’re-”

“Students out of bed!”

“Filch!” Peter jumped up and Y/N joined him, the caretaker was still at the top of the hill and quickly making his way down. Y/N jumped up too in fear but something was quickly thrown over her, some sort of cloak. “Don’t panic, we’re invisible.”

“Invisible?” She whispered, staring at the cloak and then at Peter in slight confusion. Peter helped her stand and it was then that she realised that the blanket that had been lay on was gone. “Peter, what-”

Filch approached closer and Y/N stepped back into the boy’s chest, his hand came to her hip to keep her stable before she toppled over him. Then she paused and glanced back at him as his hand secured her waist and kept her close. To her amazement, Filch walked straight past them without a second thought, muttering to his cat as he looked around confusedly.

Peter got closer, his mouth coming to her ear and he heard her breath hitch slightly. It was moments like this when he had bravery, other times he would not be so brave as to capture her waist and get this close to her.

“Let’s go.” He said and waited for her to nod before they started walking again, amazingly invisible still. She was looking over the blanket in front of them with awe as they walked up the hill. “It’s James’. Some sort of family heirloom.”

“Wow.”

The walk up to the Common Room was short. Once they were in the castle, Peter took the blanket off of their heads. His hair got slightly dishevelled but hers was perfect. It was still dark in the castle but Y/N had lit up her wand and held it out of the blanket when they first entered.

“I enjoyed tonight.” She whispered, feeling it was only appropriate in this level of darkness, squeezing his hand. Earlier, Peter had sheepishly suggested that they hold hands through the dark which Y/N thought was adorable.

“Me too.” He grinned in the wand light. “I also wanted to just clarify-”

A crash came from their left when they turned one corner and Y/N gasped, turning quickly. Peter also stumbled back and tugged Y/N close to him again at the sound, they weren’t under the blanket anymore but Peter began to try and get it out whilst Y/N looked around for any sign of authority that could tell them off.

“Good going, fucknut.”

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“Guys, sh!”

“It was Remus and his freakishly long legs.”

“Hey!”

“Shut up.”

“Marlene, calm down.”

“They’re going to hear us!”

Y/N and Peter exchanged a long look with one another, she had her eyebrows raised and a look of disbelief on her face but Peter seemed agitated. Sirius had joked about spying on them one too many times and Peter didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Y/N but he was angry. Very angry. A moment of privacy is all he asked for and Sirius had no faith in him at all.

He tried to stay calm but his anger blinded him and he stormed towards the broom closet that was a couple of metres away. Exactly where the sound was coming from. Peter ripped the door open and a wand light glared back at him but he didn’t even flinch, just glared at the 6 faces in the cupboard.

“Hey mate.” James grinned awkwardly. Y/N popped up from behind Peter’s shoulders and Marlene, Lily and Mary all waved at her with varying hellos. “How’s your night? We’re just...sex.”

“Yes.” Marlene nodded.

“That’s exactly what is happening.” Sirius pointed at James.

“Sex.”

“Yep.”

“Exactly.”

“You expect me to believe you’re having one massive orgy?” Peter asked, straight-faced and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. She didn’t know what that word meant. All seven of them nodded though. “Get out.”

One by one, they all filed out of the cupboard. Y/N shook her head at her friends as they came and stood in front of her. James and Remus came out too, all of them were in their pyjamas and James was carrying an odd map that had an assortment of ink on it. Moving ink, it seemed.

“Not you.” Peter put a hand on Sirius’ chest before he pushed the boy back into the broom closet and followed in after him. The closet did nothing for secrecy. “Are you kidding me, mate? Spying? Seriously? Is it so hard flor you to admit that a girl might actually like me?”

Y/N looked around, frowning and the boys were already halfway gone. They were mumbling to themselves and turned around to wave bye to Y/N, she waved back at them quietly but they turned away as quick as possible as they approached the staircases.

Lily, Marlene and Mary were on the staircase after them. Y/N looked around shockingly to realise that no one was with her anymore like she thought they were. She couldn’t bring herself to follow them, she hadn’t said goodbye to Peter yet and would feel horrible for leaving him after a date. At least she thought it was some kind of date.

“No, what, of course girls like you.”

“Name one.”

“Dina Quinn.”

“Dina Quinn was a girl that I had a crush on and guess what Sirius, she was also your girlfriend for a month.” Peter said, he sounded angry and Y/N felt awkward waiting and eavesdropping. “Because I was so ready to ask her out and then you step in and start flirting and she’s all over you. Y/N is different, she wasn’t persuaded by you and you can clearly see that things are going good between us so why are you trying to ruin it?”

“Mate, I’m not, I’m just-”

“Trying to find out what she could possibly see in me?” He raised his voice slightly, it sounded close to breaking. Almost close to tears. “Truth is, Sirius, I have no idea what she sees in me. Compared to you I’m nothing but Y/N sees something in me. And-And I like her a lot, because she’s kind and she’s pretty. She has the purest soul and she’s so gentle. She makes me feel like I’m on top of the world every time she’s within an inch with me and I talk about her every night and Sirius, it hurts me that you’re trying to take that away from me.”

“All you see is a pretty face or hear a pretty accent and when she didn’t want your compliments you were so shocked that she wasn’t interested. I know she’s gorgeous and I know I’m well out of her league but that doesn’t give you the right to interfere with me and the girl I love just because she hurt your stupendously humungous ego. Because, this is finally my chance. My thing. And who knows how long I’ve got of it. Someone else might come along or- I don’t know, but the point is please stop this!”

It was silent for a bit and Y/N still felt like she was intruding on a private conversation, which she probably was. Sirius said something, much quieter so she presumed that Peter had just been talking loudly and that’s why she had heard him. There was more mumbling and then the door opened, revealing the two boys with their arms around one another as they walked out.

“Yeah and then we-” Peter was saying before he turned and saw Y/N standing there. She waved sheepishly and began to think that she should’ve walked away. “Hey, uh, you hear all that?”

Y/N nodded and Sirius took his arm away from Peter, patting his back before he began to walk towards the stairs, leaving his friend standing there and staring at the girl awkwardly. He then pat Y/N on her shoulder and the girl turned to him.

“Have a good night, L/N.”

“You too, Sirius.”

He whistled as he went up the stairs, two steps at a time. Almost like he was trying to get to the common room as quickly as possible, probably to escape the awkwardness. Y/N turned back to Peter and took a deep breath as he went to stuff his hands in his pockets before realising that his pyjama pants don’t have pockets. He then just kind of put his hands down to his sides.

“Y/N everything that was said in there, I just...I didn’t mean to get mad and-”

“Mon dieu.” She swore in that beautiful French accent and crossed the couple of metres that separated them before taking his face in her hands and pulling him into her, connecting their lips together.

Peter’s breath hitched when he was pulled in but then he just kissed her back, putting his hands on her hips for a second. He always used to get bullied for being small but sometimes it comes with it’s perks, like not having to bend down that much when kissing someone.

Her lips were so soft, so incredibly soft and so incredibly her that Peter practically melted in her touch with her hands on his face and touching him. Being so close and so intimate. His heart swelled a thousand sizes and he felt like he could burst, melt and fly all at once.

She was heaven and he was a mere mortal praying with every fibre of his being that he would be allowed to go.

Y/N pulled back from him and rested her hands on his chest, breathing heavily and looking up at him with a hopeless look on the border of worry. Peter was sure that he looked hypnotised because that’s exactly how he felt, his brain had imploded and he was searching for anything to say. But all he could say was:

“Wow.”

Y/N quirked a smile and tried to take her hands back from his chest but Peter caught her wrists and leant down to kiss her again. It was just the same as last time, possibly a bit better and she put her hands on the back of his neck again, smiling as they split and kissed again and split again before resting their foreheads against each other and grinned.

“je t'aime aussi beaucoup.”

“So just to clarify-”

“Yes, Peter, we can be a couple if you want.”

“Cool.”

#the marauders #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew x reader #harry potter imagine #the marauders imagine #the marauders x reader

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partlystiles · 2 years

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Hey! Hope you’re doing well! I got a request for the Marauders. A drunken marriage. Just after a night of drinking one of the Marauders wakes up on the floor of an apartment with a woman they barely know (only know from Hogwarts) laying on a couch nearby. They’re not really in a state to make a walk of shame and so once the woman wakes up. They try to work out happened with the rings on their fingers and marriage certificate laying on the coffee table.

I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: as it says in the request x

warnings: swearing, sex references

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Sirius Black woke up with a terrible headache.

Like something was attacking his brain and his skull over and over again, punching and punching and punching at his body with no reprieve ever arriving to save him from this abuse. It was a war inside his brain, thoughts trying to fight off the pain but nothing worked; thinking only made it feel worse. The only thing he could think of to do is acknowledge the morning light behind his eyelids.

He was lying on something soft, that much was obvious. The bottom of his hair was tickling his neck but he couldn't muster up the energy to do something whilst he buried his head further into his pillow with a small groan. The small adjustment made his eyes snap open against his will, a weight was on his chest and that weight was revealed to be something Sirius scolded himself for.

A woman. A woman lying on his chest, no shirt or bra strap over her shoulders in sight. She was fast asleep, and Sirius closed his eyes in exasperation. His swear off of one night stands didn't seem to be working out very well. They were collapsed on a sofa instead of a bed, a very comfortable sofa if Sirius did say so himself which proves that it was not his own.

He must be at this woman's house.

His eyes sought out her face, but it was no use. The features were shrouded and hidden by her hair, not to mention the fact that her head was turned away from him and facing the coffee table instead that sat low beside the sofa. Papers sat on them, looking official and fancy but he thought nothing of it again and just brought his hand up to wipe at his face tiredly.

Except it wasn't as smooth as he'd hoped as something very hard hit him on his nose when he tried to run his hand down his face. A small grunt of surprise escaped his lips and he hurriedly looked down to the woman laying on him, checking he hadn't woken her up with his noise of pain.

His vision was slightly blurry due to it being the first five minutes of waking up, but he brought his left hand away from his face and looked at it confusedly. There was something glinting on his ring finger, something round, golden, secured over his finger and thick with gold.

A ring.

Panic set in. How long had he been asleep for? Wait, no, that wouldn't work, he'd have to be conscious to get married. How long had he been drunk for? Maybe he looked fifty years older, maybe he had a beard now, maybe there were kids tucked in bed in a different room. More panic. More thoughts. More of a headache.

The woman shifted, moved above him and he felt her chest press against his in a way that shouldn't have made him freeze up. He slowly put his head back down to the pillow to pretend to be asleep but he found himself already staring at a pair of eyes before he could go back down. And the horror.

"Sirius Black?" The woman exclaimed, attempting to sit up as best she could in shock before she accidentally toppled off of him and onto the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.

Sirius jerked up, trying to grab her by the body to keep her from falling but inevitably failed and let her flop down to the carpet. She was naked and looking down he realised so was he. He had never grabbed a pillow quicker as he covered his private parts and the woman rushed to steal a blanket off of the armchair to cover herself as well in shock.

The woman scurried to the other side of the room with a gasp and Sirius' eyes followed her, he hadn't seen this woman for a full two years and now he was lay naked in her apartment with a wedding ring on his finger and now when he looked at the coffee table again, wedding certificates.

"Did we have sex?" She gasped horrifically, raising a hand to her mouth and keeping her other at her body whilst clutching the blanket close to her, careful not to reveal anything.

Sirius smirked, she was exactly the same. He remembered her face from school, from Hogwarts. She worked hard for everything, always chased her goal but never made prefect or Head Girl which we strived so hard towards.

When Lily Evans was appointed both prefect for Gryffindor and Head Girl, Sirius recalled watching this woman, once a young girl, ripping up her Hogwarts letter at the breakfast table when she realised that if she hadn't gotten it in her letter then she wasn't it at all.

"I think we did a lot more than sex, L/N." Sirius awkwardly coughed and raised his left hand to her, wagging his fingers and watching sort of amusedly as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in horror.

She looked at her own left hand, the one she had raised to her mouth and almost screamed at the sight of a ring on her finger too. His own panic fizzled into slight amusement at hers as he leant back against the sofa he was sat on and watched her pace in circles with the blanket still clutched tight to her.

“What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the fuck? What the actual FUCK?” She raised one hand to her head like she was having a migraine and Sirius raised his eyebrows as some of the blanket dropped but she immediately scrambled to hike it back up her body. “You are a very dead man, Sirius Black.”

“Me?” He exclaimed, mouth falling agape and the woman groaned loudly before she picked up a pillow from a chair and threw it at him harshly. Sirius caught it and threw it back at her, making her jump back a couple of feet as though he had tried to unclothe her…again.

“Yes you! You meet a girl, get her drunk, get her clothes off, hey why not get married while you’re at it. Start a whole new life.” She raves and Sirius furrows his eyebrows at her, confused: why was this all his fault? “You’re Sirius Black, the lady charm you had in Hogwarts was no doubt tried on me.”

She sounded bitter. And although Sirius was a bit hurt by her words and her blame, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift towards the papers on the coffee table and let his mouth perk up into a small smirk at the names scribbled onto the marriage certificates.

Taking a deep breath in, he faced the woman and grinned. “Actually, it’s not Sirius Black anymore, I am legally a L/N.”

His teeth were on show and the woman looked like she could’ve punched them in as he picked up a certificate and held it out to her. Not caring that she was half-naked and could be exposed at any minute, the woman launched towards him in anger trying to get the certificate out of his hand.

“No! Please, mercy mercy! Ow.”

#the marauders #the marauders imagine #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black #harry potter imagine #harry potter #marriage

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partlystiles · 2 years

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If requests are open and if this particular one happens to float your boat could you maybe write a lil something where barty jr is having a tantrum/mini breakdown because his father's putting too much pressure on him and its just getting to him and reader finds him in there and tries to comfort and reassure him despite the fact that they don't really get along and at first he's highly sus doesn't trust her and embarrassed but then just gives in and welcomes her comfort

PT 2

barty crouch jr x fem!reader

summary: as it says in the request!

warnings: swearing, daddy issues

this did happen to float my boat :)

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"Dad, I don't want to work in the ministry."

"It is a family tradition, Bartimus." Barty Crouch Senior was tearing into his son, the two of them stood secluded in part of the Hogwarts hallways. It was a silent atmosphere, a tense one, especially since the younger of the two was right outside a full classroom filled with his peers.

"Well, I don't want to be a part of the family tradition." The boy seethed at his father, trying to keep the volume low as he never knew who might be eavesdropping on the other side of the door. "I can't believe you felt the need to pull me out of class for this."

"Ministry interviews are this weekend, my son, you need to be prepared." The older man poked his sons chest so hard that the boy recoiled slightly, not meeting his fathers eye and instead casting a glance down the abandoned corridor whilst his tongue poked out quickly to lick his lips; a nervous habit. "Stop doing that, boy."

"I can't help it-"

"Speak up!"

"I can't help it." Barty Jr said louder through gritted teeth, looking up at his father who stared at him almost threateningly. "And I don't want to do an interview for the ministry-"

"I do not care what you want, Bartimus!" The father raised his voice until it was echoing through the hallways and Barty Jr was nervously looking around in case anyone was hearing it. "As the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I am sticking my neck out for you to get this job and join this fight against You-Know-Who and his supporters. A father and son team is exactly what the people will like to see. Love, trust-"

"You haven't trusted me a day in your life." Barty spat venomously and his father immediately grabbed him by his robes, pulling him close and getting right up in his face. The boy fought not to lick his lips and instead angrily stared at the man in front of him. "I-"

"I will not hear anymore of this nonsense, Bartimus." The man let him go and Barty stumbled back until he was pressed against the wall and his tongue wiped his mouth repeatedly until he forced himself to stop. "I will retrieve you on Saturday morning, you will look your smartest and the ministry will have no choice but to hire you. Good day."

He swept away, leaving his son in the dust with his black cloaks billowing behind him. Followed by his proteges. Barty took a deep breath and leant his head back against the wall as his chest heaved with heavy breaths, his lips were wettened by his tongue, and he felt his mind scrambling dangerously.

Bartimus Crouch Senior was not someone he wanted to follow in the footsteps of. He resented the man, wanted to be the exact opposite.

There was no way Barty would be going back into his classroom after the way his father had yelled at him, right by the room and right by the ears of his classmates who were sure to ridicule him more than they already do about his habits. His friends were in there, bad hobbies for bad people. People he didn't get along with were in there, people who's parents worked in the ministry too and they weren't suffering the same kind of pressure as he was.

The people he picked on. One of them was a girl. She might've been kind, she might've been mean. Barty didn't know, all he knew was that he had seen her laughing and smiling with what he assumed was her father in the ministry one day. Getting along. He had looked at them and only saw what he wished he and his father would be like.

And so he crafted his own personal vengeance. She had a better life than him so he wanted to make hers worse, her essays went mysteriously missing. Her shoelaces mysteriously tied together at the end of classes with their strict Defence teacher. Juvenile pranks, but one that made red hues burn her cheeks.

It only got worse when he turned a corner one day, paused at the sight of her crying and then hid behind a statue when more girls that she had been hanging around with came to her side and comforted her. A bond that Barty would never have. He never cried and when he did he'd hide it away because all his friend would do is give him odd looks.

This girl had the parents, the friends, the life. So he upped his game. Barty spread rumours, he called her names, he ridiculed her in front of everyone. Teased her until her head was ducked down and she said nothing, teased until she was seeking the help of her prefects. Barty had points taken off of him, but that made her a snitch and so he carried on.

From fifth-year to seventh-year, all he had done was make her life hell. And she sat in that classroom, perched the closest to the door (he had all her seats memorised) so she could easily hear and spread around that Barty Crouch Jr wasn't the asshole he pretended he was.

At this knowledge, he ran. People would believe her, after all he had been making a dig at the girl when his father had come in the room and demanded his son to be excused. Flitwick had no choice, but hurriedly dismissed Barty who smirked at the girl as he left, to intimidate her.

He supposed she would be smirking now. That's why he ran, tears stinging with tears which they didn't often do. But his life felt as though it was falling apart when he crashed open one of the doors to an empty broom closet and sat himself on an upside down, bucket. He grabbed at his hair, tried to calm his breathing, gave choked sobs but tried to be silent.

"Bartimus?"

It was her voice, the girl. She had come to tease him. Privately. What an experience that would be for her, laying into her bully whilst he sat a dishevelled mess before her, tears tracking his face and hair all disfigured. He scoffed at her voice, this was the last thing he needed.

"Fuck off, L/N." He said it, but there was a catch in his breath. A tell. He quietly cursed, she knew he had been crying. She would tell everyone, maybe she had a camera in her hand and would snap a picture of it to put all around school.

The door to the broom closet clicked open and he covered his face with his hands so whatever camera she had couldn't catch his face. He stayed like that until he felt the flash on the face...the flash that never came. He listened out for the click of the camera but there was none.

Just another click of the door, shutting out the light that had filtered in from the corridor outside. She hadn't left, he could feel her presence before him and he felt the air waft as she supposedly knelt down to be eye level with him. He turned away from her.

"I-"

"I said fuck off." He snapped, taking his hands away from his face and looking at her. There was no camera in sight, no smirk on her face, nothing except her eyes glinting in the dark and a taken aback expression that he examined for a moment before turning away again.

"I-I just came to see if you were okay." She stuttered quietly. He saw her shoulders slump from the corner of his eyes, almost as if she was disappointed. Her eyes tried to search his face but it was turned away.

"Why?" He asked quickly and suspiciously, harshly wiping the tears from his cheeks and then rubbing his wet eyes. The stains of the tears wouldn't leave but he hoped they couldn't be seen in the dim lighting of the singular candle in the closet they were in.

"Because, well- I mean, I heard what happened. Then I heard you running and you know, I- I know the, uh...the feeling." She stammered over her words and Barty wondered why she was stammering, why the hell she was nervous.

And then it struck him. She was nervous because she was in a tiny broom closet with a boy that had made her life the embodiment of hell for the last two to three years. He had already snapped at her but she stayed with him, she was nervous about what she was doing and she was looking down at the floor whilst she spoke.

Barty watched her, turned his head the slightest bit as she tried to reason with how she didn't completely understand because everyone had different experiences and obviously not every person feels the same things. He squinted his eyes at her, why the hell was she being so nice?

And then he watched as she paused in her speaking and nervously, her tongue came out to lick at her lips because she was nervous. He sat up slightly straighter and just continued to stare at her whilst she talked.

"Why are you being nice to me?" He cut across her, and she finally looked up to meet his eyes. Hers were a beautiful shade and Barty stared at the specks of colour inside them, he could've continued but his mouth forced something else out of them too. "You should hate me."

"You're right." She took a deep breath and nodded, choosing her words with him carefully. "I should. But I don't. Not anymore."

"I don't need your pity, L/N." He laughed humourlessly but she just shook her head and told him it wasn't pity. She looked down again, licked her lips and Barty watched her, she had all of his attention and this time it wasn't because he had pulled her chair out from underneath her.

"It's not pity, Bartimus. It's understanding." She told him and hesitantly lifted one of her hands to his knee, he was tempted to yank his knee away but only froze under her comforting touch.

“Why would you understand me?” He mumbled bitterly, she had the perfect life. A loving father, a caring group of friends, good grades, amazing Quidditch skills. A good life path carved out for her from the moment she opened her eyes. “We are nothing alike.”

“I think we’re more alike then you imagine, Barty.” She was trying it out, said his shortened name with such hesitance that it almost made him smile. It didn’t. But it almost did. Her hand came off her knee and she pulled a second bucket over to them, sitting on it so they were at the same level.

He felt an odd kind of warmth. But also a stronger sense of envy, of course she was an incredibly kind person. Of course this contrasting figure in his life, the bane of his existence, was someone that opened their heart up to anyone. And forgave. She seemed to be the embodiment of sunshine that attempted to light up his night sky. Barty was determined to keep it dark, but her eyes were very tempting to stay looking into.

“My name is Y/N L/N, I’m a pure-blood just like you. My dad works in the ministry just like yours.” She started off, gesturing to him. He never realised how much better her name sounded when it was said sincerely by herself rather than spat out like venom by him. “We both go to Hogwarts, we take the same classes. We both have eyes, noses, mouths. We both have big foreheads-”

He actually did smile at that one, just a little one.

“We can both talk. And we both have hearts.” She said to him. “Hearts that can be broken, shattered, stomped on and crushed. Hearts that can ache, flutter, turn cold but also be gold. Hearts that pump the right amount of blood to our bodies and to our lungs to help us to breathe. Hearts that weigh with guilt when we don’t live up to parental expectations.”

“What would you know about parental expectations?”

“You think I want to work behind a desk all my life?” She laughed slightly and Barty furrowed his eyebrows at her, she had seemed so happy and delighted in the Ministry that day with her father. “God, no. Not at all. I want to travel the world, I want to fight for a good cause, I want to make a difference, go off on adventures, save lives, fix the world. I want to find all the wonders of the world and experience them first-hand, not out of some crappy textbook or ministry folders.”

He looked at her, saw how much her eyes sparkled and lit up at the mere thought of escaping the country. Escaping these walls. The thought of having a free life away from her fathers work, away from all the laws that the ministry put in place for the stupidest reasons. He had seen her in Care of Magical Creatures, so articulate in her tasks that he almost didn’t want to disturb her peace in that class.

She longed for freedom. And so did he.

“My mother works in the ministry too, a busier department and all they do when they come home is eat dinner and go and do work. Work, work, work. They barely ever talk and especially not to me, it’s probably the reason their marriage has lasted this long. I get little attention, little love.” She wasn’t even trying to appeal to him anymore, just looking down at the floor once more and Barty felt his cold, dead, stone heart swell just the tiniest bit for Y/N L/N.

“I pushed all of my friends away all of my life.” She whispered, quietly. “I want to go against my parents. Be everything they’re not. They are not people I want to follow in the footsteps of. I resent them, I want to be the exact opposite.”

“But you looked so happy.” He said and she looked back up at him, eyebrows pinching together in confusion whilst she stared at him and he shook his head at the girl. “The day I saw you, you were smiling with your father. You were happy.”

“He said to me that if I managed to get all of my O.W.Ls then I could do anything I wanted in life.” Y/N muttered and Barty frowned slightly, he practically hated her for nothing and yet he couldn’t bring himself to apologise. “Of course at that point he thought what I wanted was to sign my names on stupid documents and sentence people to Azkaban. When he figured out that wasn’t in fact what I wanted to do he uh…he ripped my copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them right in front of me.”

Barty opened his mouth slightly, maybe to apologise, show how sorry he felt for her. But he didn’t quite know what to say, this girl he had bullied for years hadn’t just been bullied by himself but by her own father. Just like he had. She had been right, they’re more alike then he liked to imagine.

“It was a copy signed by Newt Scamander himself. Irreplaceable.” She whispered, feeling the anguish all over again whilst she watch page after page being torn from the spine and ripped to pieces. “I snuck out of the house to meet him, he’s never been one for the fame but Dumbledore said he’d be happy to sign a book for me. Meeting him was the greatest experience of my life, he’s awkward but so am I.”

“Your dads a piece of shit.” Barty said, sniffing slightly as he became alight with the revelation that she had managed to calm him down. “Who does that?”

“My dad, I guess.” She sighed disappointedly and just looked at him again, reaching out to put her hand on his knee again. He didn’t freeze under her touch this time, just let it happen whilst she gave him a soft smile and made his heart flutter like she had said all hearts too.

She was melting his frozen heart. He didn’t quite know how to feel.

“You’re right, Y/N.” He mumbled and her eyes widened, that’s the first time he had ever uttered her first name. “We’re really alike. I didn’t wanna admit it or think of it but you’ve proved your point.”

“Well if you think about it we’re still kind of different. I didn’t bully you for two years.” She joked, grinning at him and Barty shook his head. He smiled, the widest one yet and run a hand through his hair. “Kidding, kidding.”

“So you’re gonna be a magizoologist?” He asked her; he had his career meeting with his head of house the other day and once again they just talked about the ministry. Ministry this, ministry that.

“Bartimus Crouch, I am going to be something you have never even heard of.” She laughed and he felt like if he could bottle it up forever, he would. Then he became slightly uncomfortable with himself, he shouldn’t be feeling this way about the girl he had been so selfishly horrible to.

“Oh Y/N,” He sighed and her laughs died down. His eyes pierced into hers and he grinned, a devilish one that forced her lips up too. “You’re gonna change the world.”

And she would’ve, if Barty had not been on the wrong side of the coming war.

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partlystiles · 2 years

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Do you write for barty crouch jr?

it depends on the request, nothing for older, maybe some angst for younger but then again it depends what people want :)

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partlystiles · 2 years

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Okay okay, so transfer student who gets placed into Gryffindor and the marauders try to befriend her. But she can’t stand them, and will not speak to them. However Mr Peter Pettigrew somehow worms his way into her heart. So everytime the guys try to internet with her, she just whispers to Peter what she’d want to say so he can say it for her. Just absolutely petty, but like this eventually pisses them off because they don’t understand why she likes Peter. So it causes so much discourse in the friend group and Peter just refuses to share his secret so he sits their like a smug bastard any time they “question” him. You can decide why they are v close. Semi romantic if you are comfortable. 💖

peter pettigrew x fem!french!reader’

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 4471

warning: some swearing

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"Boys, boys, boys, boys..." The words of Sirius Black disrupted the peace at the lunch table that came very rarely for the Gryffindors. It was a special thing that they were not often granted with Sirius Black and his friends roaming around so it was only expected that Sirius would be the one to break it in all his blissful chaos. “Boys.”

“What?” James Potter asked through a mouthful of sandwich that he was eating, Remus Lupin scrunching his nose up at the boy across him as he sipped on the juice in his goblet. Peter Pettigrew sat beside him, peering at the approaching boy with curious eyes.

Sirius arrived at the table and straight away slid in next to James, bumping their shoulders but the other boy did not seem to mind, instead just continued eating his sandwich, licking his lips of the crumbs. Peter reached out to stop his goblet from falling over whilst the crockery shook from Sirius’ harsh entrance and Remus simply rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

The new arrival leaned in conspiratorially and instinctively, the other three leaned in too. Remus, who had previously been exasperated of the boys’ actions, now had peaked interest in the huddle since usually this meant a prank was being planned. Peter became excited, he loved the pranks they pulled, he was clumsy enough to cause destruction, so the pranks were his specialty.

“There is a new girl around these parts.” Sirius whispered dramatically and watched as all his friends’ eyes widened, and he nodded slowly in understanding before drawing them back in when they began to look around. “That’s not the best part. She’s in Gryffindor and get this...she’s French.”

Peter slumped back into his seat with his eyes blown wide in disbelief and his mouth fallen agape whilst Remus raised his eyebrows at his friend and James just rose out of his seat slightly and began looking around again until Remus reached across the table and pulled him back down by his jumper.

“She talks like zis.” Sirius said in a heavily butchered French accent, so horribly deformed that the three others cringed at his attempts and counted themselves lucky when he stopped. “And it is the most heavenly sound you will ever hear, I heard her talking to Lily about ze boy with ze greasy hair and I swore my mind just like imploded.”

“You’re gonna have to stop talking like that, or you’re gonna offend someone very quickly.” Remus warned the boy and he shrugged it off, looking around less obviously than James but still looking around. Peter just shrugged and went back to his lunch; he was expecting a prank.

A French girl sounds nice and extremely beautiful from the way Sirius had described her, but Peter was excited to get his hands dirty and cause havoc like they used to instead of being distracted by girls with accents. He plucked a sandwich from his plate and was about to dig in when a body looming next to him and suddenly this figure had his undivided attention.

Talk about caring about a prank. The sandwich almost fell from Peter’s hand as he stared transfixed at this beauty before him, his fingers caught it at the last second, his fingers denting the bread and squishing the meat inside, so the butter came out of the middle slightly. He heard Remus snigger from beside him but didn’t care in the slightest as he stared at this girl above him.

“Are you using that butter?” She spoke and although Sirius was definitely exaggerating about the accent, it did not mean her voice was any less angelic than he had described. He was sure they were all thinking it and staring at her in awe, looking around and breaking his stare he realised he was right.

He looked back at her and saw her eyes glaze over with slight confusion as all of them stared open-mouthed at her.

“Uh, am I saying it right? How do you say- uh, butter?” She tried, gulping nervously as she pointed to the bowl of yellow spread frettingly. “Beurre?”

Lily Evans hurried up to her, the fiery red in contrast to everything around her as she glared at the boys sat staring at her new friend and reached down to the butter. But a hand had grabbed it before her and held it up to the new girl. Lily recoiled back and stared at Peter, who was smiling softly and holding it out to the new girl.

“Y-Y-You were saying it fine. They’re just a bit distracted.” Peter stuttered, glancing around to them all. James had seemed to snap out of the stupor as soon as Lily had come over and his hand was currently shaking Sirius’ shoulder. Remus was clearing his throat and adjusting his tie with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

“Thank you.” She took the bowl and nodded gratefully at him, smiling at his smile. He seemed to be the only normal one in this group of boys even if all she had asked was for him to hand her butter and he had...after a small delay.

“I-I’m Peter.” He stammered and then mentally cursed himself when he was reminded that she hadn’t asked. Lily shook her head from behind the girl’s shoulder and gave all the boys a look but the other simply stared at Peter and her smile grew even bigger if possible.

He felt a small flutter in his heart and cursed himself again.

“I’m Y/N.” She introduced and stuck a dainty hand out for him to shake. He did so, careful not to seem too eager and hoped his palms weren’t too sweaty. If they were, she didn’t seem to be too bothered by it. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“I-It’s nice to meet you too.” He stuttered, continuing to shake her hand before he realised that it had been far too long since the start of the handshake. Softly, he took his hand away and cleared his throat as he wiped his hands on his jeans and hopefully freeing them of his sweat.

“Oh, were my hands sweaty?” Y/N fretted, looking at her hands which had perfectly painted and manicured nails that Peter admired for a second before he realised what she had actually said. “I apologise.”

“Oh, god, no, no, no.” He denied, shaking his head whilst an awkward smile peeked up on her lips and he backed his hands away from his knees. “Definitely not, I just thought that mine were, so I wiped them but yours definitely weren’t.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, smiling but biting her lip to keep it from getting too wide whilst Peter stared at her and the boys around him glanced in between the two of them with raised eyebrows. Lily nudged Y/N slightly and the girl looked at her as though snapped out of a trance. “I have to go…it was nice talking to you, bye bye!”

Lily linked their arms and pulled her away from the boys but only to a couple of seats over. Whilst they were walking, Y/N turned and wagged her fingers at Peter with a sweet smile that nearly had him melting in his seat. Anything he said about wanting a prank could disappear from his mind at any minute and he did not care in the slightest as he waved sheepishly back at the girl next to Lily.

They sat down near their other dorm mates and after a few moments, Peter managed to look away, turning back to his sandwich and digging back in with the bread hiding his wide grin. And then it wasn’t long again until he looked up to see his friends staring right at him, faces contorted into heavy disbelief and confusion.

“What?” Peter asked cheekily, smirking as he dug into his squashed sandwich. Sirius laughed in a scoff, exchanging glances with James and Remus before looking back at Peter and shaking his head slowly.

“You have to get me on her good side, mate.” Sirius said, picking up his goblet and downing the rest of his drink before putting it down and looking back at Peter who furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “I need her to succumb to this Sirius Black charm, don’t tell me you didn’t hear how hot that fucking accent is, makes me wanna- “

“Hey, idiot!” Someone called from across the table and all four boys turned, Sirius pausing in the middle of his sentence to see Lily Evans glaring at him from a couple seats away and Y/N looking heavily uncomfortable opposite her, gulping, and staring down at her sandwich. “Do you want to shut the fuck up?”

“Only if Frenchie will make me.” Sirius flirted, smirking as he stared at Y/N. She looked up with her own scowl and her face grew more disgusted as he winked, and Peter panicked at the predicament.

“Bitte.” Y/N spat, standing up from her seat. Lily joined her, continuing to scowl at them. Sirius’ continued to smirk at what she had said, Peter didn’t speak French, but he knew that Sirius did and from the tone of her voice he guessed it wasn’t something good. “Let’s go, Lily.”

“Gladly.” She smiled and they strut out of the hall, James staring at Lily and Peter staring at Y/N along with Sirius who laughed slightly and turned around back to the boys.

“Oh yeah, she’s in love with me.”

Remus laughed from beside Peter and shook his head, nodding sarcastically whilst Sirius defended himself and proclaimed that Y/N would come around eventually. James joined in the conversation soon enough, chuckling along to Sirius’ plans of how he was going to woo Y/N with his knowledge of French and his cheeky grin that no one could resist.

Peter, however, just directed his attention back towards his plate but put his sandwich back down. He no longer had any appetite after Sirius had just absolutely ruined his only chance at something good. The others always got the girls and as soon as one showed the smallest bit of interest to Peter, they manage to scare her off and make her resent them. The boy was sick of it.

Sirius was right; it wouldn’t be long until their hatred blossomed into a love like the kind of relationships in books did. Starting off as enemies and ending up as lovers, destined to be together from the beginning. Peter didn’t see why that wouldn’t happen. Sirius had the looks, the charm, the intelligence, and Peter had the opposite; all his friends were more handsome than him, he was so awkward that he stuttered every time a girl spoke to him, and his grades were plummeting faster than his heart had when Y/N had scowled at his friends.

If not Sirius then Remus, James was too obsessed with Lily to leave her, and Remus was an attractive boy. He read books and was persuaded by the romance inside of them, ready to give any girl her dream relationship and he had also been gawking at Y/N. Maybe what Peter felt between himself and the girl never even happened, maybe he was tricking himself.

He hid his disappointment behind his goblet as he gulped his drink down quickly before digging back into sandwich, eating in pity of himself. Y/N as a beautiful girl and Peter was an irrelevant boy, why would someone like her settle for someone like him? He didn’t know and became sure she wouldn’t.

Tomorrow she would giggle at Sirius’ jokes and pet names, that’s how it always went. And that was probably how it would go this time too.

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Y/N was up early the next morning. She wanted to get a head start on her first day of proper lessons, everything she needed packed tidily in her bag and her uniform on her body just as neat and formal. There was even a spare book in her bag if she finished any of her work and needed something to keep her company whilst also being as quiet as she could. It was French literature, Les Misérables, and one of her favourite books that she had read ten times over already.

Since she was up early, she started reading it whilst waiting for the others to wake up. Lily was still in bed when she woke and when she was ready, the same went for the rest of the girls in the dorm.

The first night at Hogwarts had been a good one for Y/N, she was glad that she had a good relationship with all her dorm mates. It would’ve been disappointing if she moved all this way just to dislike her dorm mates. But so far, they were extremely kind to her. Marlene was confident and funny who had no problem judging others; Dorcas was the same, just slightly more laid back and always tired; Mary was the one who laughed the most, at anything and everything and then Lily was the kindest, having barely anything bad to say about anyone.

A lot of their night had been spent complaining about the Marauders which consisted of Sirius Black, who Marlene had described as arrogant and pompous. James Potter, who was obsessed with Lily to the point where he would abandon everything he was doing to pick up her book if she had dropped it. Remus Lupin, who seemed to be the nicest one of them but also the one who doesn’t really socialise.

Then they talked about Peter. Marlene said he was irrelevant and slightly dim. She made jokes about him and the rest of them laughed. Apart from Y/N, who sat silently. Making jokes about Sirius and talking bad about him she could do, especially after the incident at the dinner table but Peter had been nice, kind. But the girls were talking about him like he was some sort of social pariah.

That was the only thing Y/N had been unsure with the girls about. The rest of the time with them went by smoothly, they didn’t ask too many questions and when they did, if Y/N didn’t want to answer because she missed home, they didn’t push her to. Marlene even promised that she could sit beside them in Potions which didn’t seem that big of a deal to the others but was a big one for Y/N, who had grinned like a maniac.

And then the girls had linked arms with her on the way there, the five of them practically taking up all the corridors as they walked to the classroom.

“So, Y/N,” Marlene was saying whilst they all turned a corridor to where the dungeon staircase sat, students going up and down the stairs and chats overlapping one another. “Have you ever been to the Louvre?”

“No,” Y/N sighed, grinning whilst Marlene sighed in disappointment and whined a small ‘why’ before shaking her arm slightly. The girl giggled and ducked her hair before bringing it back up again with a grin. “This may sound silly but as a hopeless romantic, I wanted my first visit to the Louvre to be with my first love.”

“You haven’t had a first love?” Mary asked, slightly shocked as she eyed Y/N up and down whilst the girl shrugged her answer. “But you’re so pretty!”

“I’ve had offers.” Y/N said, and Dorcas nodded in understanding as the girls broke their link and separated to walk down the stairs to the dungeon corridors. “But I turn them down. No one has felt like someone I can connect with, who raptures me in the first conversation. Intrigues me.”

“Well, I’ve heard that Colin Basset is quite intriguing.” Marlene commented, wiggling her eyebrows, and then turning to smirk at a boy as he passed, smirking at her too. The rest of the girls giggled, and Y/N smiled amusedly. “But seriously, babe, you could pull any boy at this school. Like Sawyers.”

Another boy passed them.

“Or Ling.” Mary said and then took in a breath as a whole group of Ravenclaws began walking past them and all the girls blushed at once whilst they approached the Potions classroom.

“Or Quinn.”

“Or Maguire.”

“Or Kennedy.”

“Or Hudgens.”

“Or- “

“Peter!” Y/N broke through their swooning, calling excitedly once they had passed the threshold into their Potions classroom and waving her hand in the air towards the front of the classroom. The boy sat there turned with a small, shocked smile and waved meekly back.

“Peter?” The four other girls turned to her, exclaiming in shock at the name she had suggested. Marlene then turned around to see him waving at her, grinning, and then turning around. There were tables of four everywhere and there were three empty seats near him. “Honey, you could do so much better.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows slightly and turned around, looking at her in confusion and Marlene just held her hands up in surrender. The girl then looked around, realising that every single table only had four seats, none with five and as much as Y/N enjoyed the girls’ company, there was a tugging at her desires to got and sit with the lonely boy.

“You guys can sit together; I don’t want to be the odd one out.” Y/N gestured to the nearest table with a smile but before any of the girls could protest, she had turned and walked to the front of the classroom and over to where Peter sat.

He was hunched over his work, scribbling down the date and title written on the chalkboard as she approached. Y/N stood by his chair, waiting for a moment to see if he would look up and when he did not, she lightly cleared her throat. Peter flinched, looking quickly to the side at what disrupted him and when he noticed that it was a person, his eyes slowly trailed up to her face. Immediately, he became much more alert and gulped at her presence.

Y/N smiled and glanced towards the empty seat beside him with no words. Not talking either, Peter nodded quickly and gestured to it, letting her slip in beside her and put her bag on the desk in front of her whilst she took her stuff out of it and placed it neatly before her. Peter watched as the necklace on her wrist shook slightly whilst she placed her quill next to her ink pot.

“I like your quill.” He mentioned, staring at the pink colour of it whilst she grinned at him, and he felt himself warming up in the cold atmosphere of the dungeon. “It matches your bracelet.”

“I love pink.” Y/N grinned wider, lifting her wrist and fiddling with the pearls on it. “It’s a pretty colour.”

Peter gaped, his brain scrambling for something to say to her statement. He knew Sirius would probably say something like especially when it’s painted on your cheeks or Remus would say something poetic, James would just grin and she would fall at his feet immediately. A strange, strangled sound came out of his mouth whilst he searched for something and Y/N looked over, grinning whilst he flushed at the odd use of voice.

“What’s your favourite colour, Peter?” She asked and Peter tried not to faint at the way his name sounded coming from her lips. He shrugged, staring into her eyes, and thought in the back of his head that that was his favourite colour…but he could not exactly say that. “You do not have a favourite colour?! Peter, who does not have a favourite colour?”

“My favourite colour is the colour of your eyes.” A new voice joined the conversation as Sirius Black slid up to the table and Y/N’s smile dropped. Peter took a small, frustrated inhale. He had thought it first, but Sirius had said it first and that made him slightly angry. “Hey Frenchie, miss me?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, turning to face the front to pick up her quill and dip it into her ink, scribbling down the date and title. Peter watched her writing, admiring the scrawls of the letters and how she wrote in a fancy hand. His was much less fancy, nearly indistinguishable but hers was beautiful.

At one point, after she had finished writing the things on the blackboard, she looked up and pushed her hair back so it was out of her face. Then she realised the three boys staring at her and then glanced around at the only two empty seats before letting her mouth drop open and beginning to stand up, apologising softly.

“No, no, no, no. Wait, where are you going?” Peter looked hurriedly at Y/N as she began to pack her things back into her bag. She paused, smiling awkwardly at him, and then gesturing to the boys around them. All of them seemed to be waiting for her to leave. “You can stay, uh, Sirius will pull up a chair.”

Peter shooed the boy away, Sirius puffing out some air as he turned to find another stool. James and Remus slid themselves onto the spare stools there already were and Y/N put her things back down, sitting back down and putting her bag under the desk below her before she turned and looked at Peter.

“S-Sorry.” He stuttered, flushing red and Y/N smiled softly at the colour on his cheeks. Peter shuffled his stool closer to her so there was room for Sirius to sit but also because he wanted to be close to her. “I didn’t mean to force you to stay, you can do wh-what you want.”

“I’ll stay.” She said quietly and Peter became entranced with their closeness, looking right into her eyes and Y/N noticed that his eyes were the same colour as the blue satin uniforms at her old school. Maybe that would become her favourite colour now.

Peter breathed out a small laugh at her answer and they continued to look at each other for a moment before Sirius returned, slamming his stool down on the floor. Y/N became serious again and turned back to the front as Peter turned and scowled at Sirius beside him. The boy shrugged and held his hands up in surrender.

“Chatting up the diamond, are we?” Sirius teased, grinning widely and Y/N glanced down at her necklace, noting the fact that she wore her pearl necklace today and not the one with diamonds. That meant his stupid word was just a pet name and she rolled her eyes again.

Peter turned around and scowled at Sirius, subtly shaking his head at the boy, and pleading for him not to ruin the good thing he had going with her. James raised his eyes at Peter and the boy shook his head at him too, he couldn’t risk the others ruining it either. In case they started joking, being too loud, talking about pranks and making her uncomfortable.

Sirius waved the boy off and looked past him and towards the side of Y/N’s face. She ignored his gaze and Peter anxiously glanced between her and Sirius.

“Where in France are you from?”

For a moment she did not answer, and they looked at her expectantly. Then she smirked slightly, the smallest one Peter had ever seen and sat up slightly. Beside Peter, Sirius perked up, finally thinking he was going to get an answer. But Y/N simply got closer to Peter, rendering him breathless for a moment as she leaned in and put her mouth close to his ear.

His breath caught in his throat as her breath skimmed his skin. It tickled, warmed him everywhere and his body froze under her closeness. She whispered into his ear and he relished in the sound of her voice so close to him, so so close. And it was not her accent that Sirius admired, it was the soft, mellow tone that captured him and doused him head to toe in gasoline before someone lit a match and set him on fire.

Peter sighed out quietly, trying to contain himself and stop himself from collapsing off his chair. What she said in his ear made him snigger slightly and when she pulled back, he missed her presence but pushed through it and turned to Sirius who raised a singular eyebrow at him.

“She says Bordeaux.”

Y/N smiled and Sirius scoffed out a laugh whilst Peter turned around with an amused smirk on his face too. She glanced to him out of the corner of her eyes and grinned, a light glinting in her eyes that made Peter smile too. It looked like she was saying a million little things, none of which he could distinguish but hoped he knew.

“Not talking to me then, Frenchie?” Sirius asked, a smile tipping at the corner of his lips that looked on the border of agitation.

She leaned back to Peter, cupping her hand over his ear again and he eagerly leaned back in to listen to her. They were whispering for longer this time and the boys watched in anticipation as Peter laughed quietly and Y/N took a small break to snicker before going back. Sirius glanced at Remus across the table who just awkwardly glanced at the two whispering to one another.

She pulled away seriously and then went back to scribbling into her Potions book.

“She says that no, she is not talking to you until you apologise for the way you spoke about her yesterday. She says you are an arrogant, pompous, overconfident bastard and that Marlene was right about whatever she said about you.” Peter said casually and Sirius recoiled, looking offended now that Peter’s mouth was twisting into a smile. “Then she said something I won’t repeat.”

Y/N snickered again, one of the most beautiful sounds Peter has ever heard and he looked to her, smiling. If he could hear that repeatedly, he would. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and he glanced at her. The two of them met eyes then looked away again as they continued to laugh and sneak glances.

Sirius watched them, face contorted into confusion as he wondered which alternate universe they had stepped into that someone as beautiful as Y/N could flirt and fall for Peter instead of him. He wondered how he’d played his cards wrong, how these two were so utterly smitten with each other after one day of her being at this school.

Peeved, he narrowed his eyes at their giggling faces and eyed his friend suspiciously.

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“Spit it out.”

“Spit what out?”

“You know what I mean.” Sirius said to Peter Pettigrew later that day when they were all back in their dorm. It was a shocking turn of events, Peter had been last in the room when usually he is first and he had entered with a wistful sigh before jumping down onto his bed and smiling up at the ceiling like a lovesick girl in a rom-com. “How does Frenchie like you?”

“Well for starters, I don’t call her Frenchie.” Peter sat up, sitting back against the headboard, and staring over at the boy on the other bed who rolled his eyes at him. His mouth then twisted into a smug smile as he grabbed a pillow from behind him and hugged it to himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That!” Sirius pointed harshly at Peter hugging the pillow and launched up from his bed, crossing the room in a simple stride and jumping onto Peter’s bed with him. The boy groaned and hit him with the pillow before going back to hugging it. “You are hugging a pillow! And what’s that?”

Sirius seized his wrist, eyes bulging out of his head at the sight of a pink ribbon tied around it. Remus and James looked up from their beds too and hopped over to Peter’s until they were all gathered around it and staring at his wrist. Peter yanked it away from them and brought it to himself, plucking at the ribbon with a hidden smile.

“Wormy’s in looooveeee.” James teased and Peter hit him with the pillow this time.

“Tell me your secrets.” Sirius went close to Peter and the boy just lifted his hand to his mouth a mimed a zip over it before slumping back down and playing with the ribbon again. “I will find them out. I promise you.”

He stood off the bed, so did James and Remus. Peter knelt up to begin closing his curtains and as he came to a finish, he left a gap for his head to poke through and looked straight at Sirius with a wry smile. “Good luck with that.”

“You- “

#the marauders #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew x reader #harry potter imagine #the marauders imagine #the marauders x reader #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #James Potter #Gryffindor #french #beauxbatons

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partlystiles · 2 years

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to anyone who follows me on tumblr, there will be a new imagine hopefully tomorrow! it was meant to be out today but tumblr decided to screw me over and deleted all of it so i just have to rewrite it tomorrow.

thanks for your patience :)

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I’m terrible at writing and I really like your style so any idea I get for the marauders is sent your way. And sometimes I feel bad about it

don't feel bad at all! i love getting requests :)

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So I have an idea, if you write for the older Marauders,,, I feel like your writing style would be perfect for this. N e ways, they knew some very sweet Slytherin girl who they think should have been Hufflepuff. They lose contact with her a bit before Lily’s and James’ death; once Sirius is free and they see her again. Then turns out she’s a milf and they are very confused.

Feel free to ignore, have a great day <3

(platonic) marauders x fem!reader, slight!sirius black x reader (romantic)

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 3228

warnings: i think this is the first one i've written with no swearing...maybe.

very sorry if this isn't what you were expecting but i hope you enjoy nonetheless

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"I brought cookies!"

"COOKIES!" Sirius Black's yell echoed throughout the whole Great Hall, startling lots of other seventh-years who were too tired from studying all last night to be dealing with any of his nonsense today. A couple of them shushed him, narrowing their eyes at the walking mess of fluffy black hair. Sirius just shushed them back, narrowing his own eyes at the combination of yellow, red, green and blue ties he saw before him.

"Be quiet, padfoot." Remus Lupin scolded, eyes scanning pages of his Potions book top to bottom as he got in a bit more early morning revision before their Potions N.E.W.T in the afternoon; his cereal sat forgotten, soggy and unappealing.

"But Y/N brought cookies!" He resorted to whispering now that Remus had been the one to scold him instead of his other classmates he didn't really care about. Remus glanced up from his book and couldn't help but smile at the grinning Slytherin marching her way towards them with a plate covered in a tea towel.

In comparison to the other students in the hall, Y/N looked as though she'd been sleeping for a hundred years and had woken up fresh and relieved to finally have consciousness. There were no drooping eyes in her features, no messy hair on her head and no dishevelled uniform as though she had put it on carefully unlike the rest of the Hogwarts population who just shoved it on themselves with no care.

Her bag was slung over her shoulder, looking light enough for her to walk with her usual bounce in her steps. A cookbook was peeking out at the top and behind that, a Potions one for their exam later. Remus began to get a little more excited now as she got closer, the tray in her hands ever so delightful at the thought of her cookies underneath there.

"Hi!" She greeted in a whisper, wary of Peter Pettigrew snoozing beside Remus, and placed the tray on the table before slipping in to sit beside Sirius . "I made cookies as a good luck for the exams."

And before she had even finished her sentence, Sirius had ripped the tea towel off of the tray and grabbed a cookie for himself, biting into it and groaning in delight. Remus took one but without the dramatics of Sirius and felt the chocolate chips melt deliciously in his mouth.

"You are a godsend, woman." Sirius devoured his cookie in a second, wiping his hands free of the crumbs and taking a drink from the goblet in front of him before he obnoxiously wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her in to kiss her cheek. "Little Hufflepuff."

"I'm not a Hufflepuff!" She protested, scowling whilst she pointed to her Slytherin tie, the green and silver in stark contrast to the red and gold of their ties. "I'm an ambitious, resourceful, determined, clever girl who is a snake, not a badger. Although I'm not as mean and horrible as other Slytherins doesn't mean I'm not one."

Sirius gave in, shrugging before taking another cookie and kissing her cheek once more before he bit into it. Y/N slouched slightly in her seat, yes she was a Slytherin and she hated the house prejudice, but people were starting to identify Slytherin with Voldemort, the darkest wizard of their time, or even the Death Eaters. Her family had so far escaped capture but she didn't know how long it would be until the Death Eaters found the 'bloodtraitors'.

There were dark times in the wizarding world, times that Y/N did her best to ignore when she was at school but outside of Hogwarts was practically a war zone and very little people were safe. Every step you took and every word you said you had to think over, will this get you killed? Most of the time, the answer was yes but Y/N was determined to make sure most people were happy at these times in their lives because otherwise the whole word would go to ruin.

And Voldemort would get satisfaction.

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"I'm scared, Dumbledore."

"I understand, Y/N."

The dark times had gotten even darker once they had left school. Smiles turned to frowns, feelings of bliss turned to paranoia, friends became something of a stranger and reckless behaviour came as a sort of comfort. Yet everyone was still so vigilant, always aware of the threats they may face even if some of them thought that threat was each other.

The Order of the Phoenix, an organisation created by Dumbledore to help put an end to all the madness and shadows that covered the earths surface and punched at its crust so it could reach the core and infect the hole planet, had a mole. A rat. Someone who passed information to Voldemort and his followers, someone who had almost cost Y/N her life.

If Alastor Moody hadn't of been there to send a killing curse the other opponents way before screaming 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' at a shaking Y/N, there would be no shaking Y/N for him to scream at. She wasn't expecting the man to come and she wasn't expecting him to be who he was, so she had been shocked, frozen in place like some damsel in distress.

Straight away, people were on their toes about who the traitor was and fingers got pointed, friendships got broken, tears had been spilled and hearts had been broken. Y/N will never forget the way Sirius words had silenced the entire table and his shaking finger had punctured the person he was pointing at.

Sirius Black had accused Remus Lupin of being the rat because he was a werewolf, and Voldemort was recruiting werewolves. Right back at him, Remus had blamed Sirius because of 'who he was', from a rotten pureblood family, the death of his brother enough to scare him back into grovelling for forgiveness.

And then Y/n will never forget staring at the tip of a finger pointing at her, her heart sinking to her stomach at the insinuation of someone even thinking her. Peter Pettigrew sat on the other end of the finger and used the reason that she had been in Slytherin at school and she was scared because her parents had been killed earlier that year.

Andromeda Tonks, Sirius' cousin, called bullshit. She had been in Slytherin too and now she and her muggle-born husband Ted were fierce fighters for the Order. But even though Andy had stood up for her, no one else had. People started to suspect her, be wary of her, especially after her own boyfriend had been the one to see her and she just stared at him, not doing anything.

She known how it must've looked to Moody. Her boyfriend in front of her in Death Eater robes, eyes wide at the sight of his girlfriend catching him like this and doing nothing about it. She couldn't kill him, she loved him, she was hoping he would propose soon but when he stared at her, so ready to kill her before he realised who she was, it shattered her soul.

And then Moody had murdered him in front of her, Y/N's loud scream enough to wake up the neighbourhood in the night and alert other Death Eaters. She had sobbed over an evil man and Alastor told people about it, they suspected her, no one trusted her. Except James, Sirius, Remus and Lily. Sirius and Remus were still in a row but could come together to defend Y/N.

They didn't do very well. An attack had been cast upon Y/N's home and not once was the killing curse yelled, meaning it had been people from the Order. When they had fled, Y/N had slid down the wall and cried to herself, she couldn't live in a place like this, couldn't be so horrible as to let someone live this life.

Which lead her to Dumbledore's office the next day.

"No one trusts me." She whispered hoarsely in one of the chairs in front of his desk, Dumbledore sat behind it and staring at her inquisitively over his glasses. "And the ones that did are on the edge of losing it. I'm not helping, Albus. And I can't be this cruel, I cannot fathom the thought of bringing someone into this."

"If you leave, Miss Y/N, you cannot tell anyone where you are going." He became stern and she perked up, eager to hear those words of confirmation. "Not a soul. It'd be better to flee the country than to just find a safe house. I hear America is quite nice this time of year, honest work at the Magical Congress."

"I won't tell anyone." She promised, shaking her head. "I have no one to tell."

Dumbledore bowed his head once and Y/N gasped slightly in happiness, she was getting away. Going to a better life and giving someone else a better life, taking the burden of her own life away from the people who had accused her and away from her friends. Two of which had gone into hiding when Lily became pregnant and realised their child's birthday would be the one in a prophecy given to Voldemort about who he needed to kill.

The other two were still at each others throats and wrapped up in their own self-hatred to probably even acknowledge if she left. Even if they had a problem with it she would still do it, because of what needed to be done.

Dumbledore granted her access to use his fireplace and with one hand clutching a handful of floo powder and another resting on her stomach, Y/N demanded to be taken to the Magical Congress. It took a minute but she arrived safely, walking out into the hustle and bustle of the placed before she paused to recollect herself.

They would most likely miss her, she knew that, but looking down at her swollen stomach, the baby inside of her created by her now dead boyfriend, she knew it was the right decision. And if it could give her child a better life then so be it.

Y/N began walking through the Magical Congress, set out to find a job almost immediately.

~~~

More than a decade later, Y/N found herself back in England.

Being there brought back memories she wished she could forget, feelings she wanted to rid of, people she desired she never met. Being back there was a terrible idea, one that she shouldn't have agreed to. But did for the sake of the Wizarding World that her mind decided to give a damn about.

Dumbledore had visited her in her home, scaring her daughter right out of her skin when she saw a random old man in their living room. Y/N had rushed in after her scream with her wand in hand and screamed herself when she saw Dumbledore stood so casually with the Daily Prophet, an English wizarding magazine, in hand.

He greeted her like an old friend but the one thing that struck a lightening bolt through her was the sight of a young James Potter on the front of the Daily Prophet. Above it the caption 'THE BOY WHO LIES?'. Dumbledore watched her as she surveyed it, detecting that this was James' son who she never got to meet.

"What happened?"

She had asked him. Asked him what had occurred after she left, no more contact from anyone and no way of knowing who was dead or who was alive. And he explained, the beginning of it almost making her knees buckle as her stomach turned in horror. But then the bravery of Harry and the rescue mission with Sirius turned part of the horror to relief.

Two of her friends were dead. The other two were alive. Her daughter was confused. Dumbledore was hopeful. Y/N was torn. She longed to see her friends again, to hold them in her arms like she had done before and to laugh with them again. A fire in her wanted to fight again, avenge Lily and James, kill Peter Pettigrew and end it all forever. Her heart ached to see Harry in person, a carbon copy of James. Yet she didn't want to bring her daughter into the danger.

Juliette had been asking to go to England since she was 5 years old and had learned her mother was from there. Y/N always refused. No memories, no heartbreak, no reminiscence. And when Juliette had turned 12, old enough to work up the courage to ask why she didn't have a father like everyone else in her school, Y/N had been forced to explain what she could.

A war was waiting for her if she went back, waiting for Juliette. Y/N hadn't felt the thrill of a fight in so long, the relief of watching her enemies surrender, another battle won and paving the way to their victory. In a way, Y/N felt as though she had no choice.

Bags got packed and Y/N and Juliette set off for England.

"Mom, are you scared?" Juliette asked as they stood before 12 Grimmauld Place, the new Headquaters of the Order and Sirius Black's old home. Her fifteen-year-olds accent shook Y/N back into reality as she took a deep breath.

"A little." She nodded and Juliette came and hugged her, at first she'd been a bit peeved about having to transfer schools but on the way here, Y/N had calmed her own feelings by telling Juliette about Hogwarts. Now she was excited.

"It's okay to be scared." Juliette said and Y/N scoffed out a small laugh at how her daughter was giving her a pep talk. "You haven't seen these people in what, over ten years? They'll be delighted to see you again! And if they're still as hot as the pictures you showed me then I might even have a new step-dad."

"Jules." Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes as her daughter laughed and stepped backwards. She remembers how the 12-year-olds eyes bulged out of her head when she saw Sirius for the first time in a photo of him shirtless and her mother behind him giving him a massage, laughing at something someone else said.

"What?" Juliette chuckled to herself and turned to face the ratty door with a rusted number 12 on the front. She turned back to her mother and grasped her hand, squeezing it for comfort and Y/N squeezed it back.

The two of them took slow steps for Y/N's sake as she prepared herself to step into what could either be an emotional reunion or a nightmare if no one recognised her. She opened the door just as slowly, a dark and dusty corridor before them, looking almost exactly like Y/N had expected Sirius' childhood home to look like.

Juliette scrunched her nose up at the cobwebs as they moved along the corridor and gasped in horror when she saw the heads of the decapitated house elves on the wall near the staircase and Y/N flinched too. Mother and daughter shared a disgusted look before Y/N took a deep breath, let go of Juliette's hand and pushed open the door where voices were coming from.

Everything went silent at once and Y/N regretted ever walking in.

All eyes were on her and Juliette who gave an awkward wave to the table whilst Y/N's mind ran with strange possibilities. But everything in her head went dark as her eyes landed on two men, two men sat beside each other, friends and not fighting. The two men stared at her for a second, a hint of familiarity crossing their features before the long-haired man's confusion dropped.

And he burst out of his seat, rocking the table as everyone flinched and he ran and ran and ran until he had scooped Y/N off of her feet and was hugging her with a tight grip she would probably never get out of. She wrapped her arms around him back, face going into his shoulder as she returned the grip just as tight.

"Oh my god." She cried and Juliette stood to the side, watching. "Oh my god, are you okay? How are you? Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need-"

"Shut up, Y/N." Sirius Black sniffled and she sobbed out a laugh, holding onto him tightly and remembering every time they had had contact in their early years. Him kissing her cheek all the time, giving her piggybacks, hugging her whenever he liked. It had been a while since since she had felt his hair tickling her skin and she accepted it now with grace.

He put her down reluctantly and Y/N didn't have time to speak before she was taken by the other man, a chocolate-loving Remus Lupin who still smelt like honey and old books. A smell that Y/N didn't realise she missed so much until now, they were both much taller but it felt like Y/N hadn't grown. She didn't really care, as long as she saw them again.

Remus let her down, standing back beside Sirius and at once as they truly took her in as the Y/N L/N, their eyes got slightly wide and both stuck their hands in their pockets as they observed her. Y/N tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and furrowed her eyebrows at them as they stared.

"What?"

"You got hot." Sirius said with no filter, as always, and Remus hit him slightly as a choking sound came from the table and Y/N turned her head to see Harry Potter cleaning his chin of water that he must've choked on after his godfathers words. "Remus don't hit me, it's true. Look!"

"YES!" Juliette exclaimed and everyone looked over at her, Y/N widening her eyes and she apologised, backing off and holding her hands in surrender.

Almost like Juliette hadn't been there the whole time, Remus and Sirius both looked at her, looked at Y/N, looked back at Juliette, then back to Y/N. Their eyes went comically wide and at once they erupted in conversation over how much they look alike and how glad they were to finally meet Juliette.

"You were the reason I was up at 6am going to get weird cravings for your mother." Sirius pointed at her and Juliette looked at Y/N wiggling her eyebrows and Y/N pushed her face away. Juliette sat down beside a redheaded boy, presumably son of Molly Weasley, a member of the first Order who gave Y/N a soft smile from where she was sat.

Sirius pointed at Y/N, raising his eyebrows. "You still owe me for that."

"Oh so we're talking about debts now?" Y/N asked with a small laugh, fitting into the banter they used to have so easily it was like she had never even been gone. "Do you wanna pay me back for those magazines?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Sirius shrugged and Y/N laughed, shaking her head. They lapsed into a slightly awkward silence and Sirius walked over to her and put her hand on the small of her back. "Come on, beautiful, I think you should meet someone."

Juliette wiggled her eyebrows again and Y/N gave her a look. And then Sirius sat her down in front of someone, a boy who managed to ignite a blazing, burning flame in her heart. Both beautiful and dangerous.

#harry potter #the marauders #the marauders imagine #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders x reader #james potter #peter pettigrew #harry potter imagine #fluff

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partlystiles · 2 years

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LMAOO UR MOST RECENT FIC WITH THE CASSIE INSPIRED SPEECH ILY

I WAS WONDERING IF ANYONE WOULD NOTICE!!! I HAVE BEEN ON A EUPHORIA KICK LATELY AND INCLUDE IT INTO EVERYTHING

ILY TOO

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partlystiles · 2 years

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Hi! I just saw your post about the requests. Here was a request I sent in a bit ago.

The Marauders try and befriend a very stoic pure blood Gryffindor with little luck. They just kinda force her to hangout with them and such. But after getting some shocking news from her parents, she breaks down about it in front of them after being dragged to the astronomy tower to hangout. <3

the marauders x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 2318

warning: swearing!

love this request! if you're looking for maybe more like this I have a fic over on wattpad called 'Better' that's like this but with a Slytherin oc so this is just a shameless bit of self promo lol; my wattpad user is the same as my tumblr one 'partlystiles'

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"Hey, L/N."

"Get the fuck away from me."

It was a daily routine. An annoying little nuisance she couldn't get rid of and one that she wished had never even started to begin with. All Y/N wanted to do was walk around the school peacefully, books in her bag and bag on her shoulder ready to learn everything there is to learn, get great scores on her O.W.Ls and finally give her family something to not berate her about. But she had four reasons why her concentration often halted.

Reason number 1 was Peter Pettigrew, a small mousy boy with blonde hair and chubby cheeks that she was sure elderly people found adorable. Reason number 2 was Remus Lupin, a tall lanky boy with scars stretching across his face and a passion for literature (muggle books that Y/N wouldn't be caught dead reading). Reason number 3 was James Potter, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and although cliché, the most popular boy in school who was hopelessly in love with a redhead who wanted nothing to do with him.

Reason number 4 and the most infuriating reason of them all, was Sirius Black. A pure-blood, like her and James Potter, but one from an incredibly strict family. A boy who radiated arrogance and confidence on a scale like no other, obsessed with his appearance and making girls swoon at his feet despite his parents' disappointment and aggression. In simpler terms, he was a rebel and Y/N hated him because she was not.

He made it seem so simple. His swagger, his looks, his intelligence and his inability to take anything seriously. People envied him, admired him and even loved him...Y/N seemed to be the only person who saw what a piece of trash he was beneath all that. And also the only person to recognise how utterly stupid the rest of his friends are.

And every day of her life she wishes she had hidden it more, she wouldn't go as far as to say she wishes she didn't hate him because she liked hating him and having something to project all her anger on to. No, what she wished was that Sirius Black never found out she hated him as every since he had, he had been determined to make her more willing to have him around.

Y/N despised it deeply. They treated her like some sort of charity case and after fourth year, she had given up trying to get them away from her and just let them trail after her like lost puppies. But that did not mean she tolerated them in any way shape or form...so maybe she did find Peter Pettigrew the most slightest bit friendly and likeable, but that did not mean anything.

"We were planning to take a stroll around the grounds, talk about some stuff." Black sidled up to her side anyway, throwing an arm around her shoulders that she glared at immediately. "Stuff that friends talk about."

"Five, four, three, two..." She began to count down as they continued to walk and Sirius hurriedly took his hand away from her shoulders, swinging them at his sides instead as he continued to stare at her. "Look at that, you're learning."

"Figured we might as well if we're gonna start a friendship." James grinned and Y/N rolled her eyes, quickening her pace and leaving the boys in the dust. Remus rolled his eyes and glared at Sirius for starting with touch and Peter just stood there meekly as James watched her walk away and called. "Raincheck? Gotcha, see you at lunch!"

"I don't think we'll see her at lunch." Peter mumbled and Sirius put a hand on his face and pushed it away good-naturedly. “Just saying.”

“Why are you so hellbent on shaking hands with L/N, anyway?” Remus asked and Sirius took a small breath in, fighting the urge to show any other sign of resentment to Remus’ question. He didn’t want to answer it, not at all. “I mean, she’s smart and pretty but she’s never shown the least bit of kindness to well, anyone.”

Sirius hesitated for a simple moment but painted his cocky grin back on his face for a second. Behind those eyes however there were worries. He wants to be friends with Y/N because he had been her, lost and confused with no friends and the only source of love a cruel one. He had sat opposite her at the dinner table in her parents house one night, his slouched, careless posture something entirely different to her poised persona as she sat with her back straight on the edge of her seat. He wanted to show her what the boys had shown him, happiness in the darkest of times.

And he thought that maybe the constant dinners they had together would ensure that but once he had caught wind of her hatred for him from his brother Regulus, who noticed all her eyerolls every time Sirius’ name was spoken or every time he commented and had talked to her brother who told him everything, he knew he had to work extra hard or maybe even rely on his friends to warm further up to her.

She would only hate him more if he told his friends the whole truth about why he wanted to make friends with her.

“I see a bit of myself in her.” Sirius settled on, grinning as his friends stared at him suspiciously, in no universe was Y/N L/N similar to Sirius Black. “Plus as you said, Remus, she’s pretty and smart. Bonus!”

“Shut it, Pads.” James laughed, pushing his face like Sirius had done to Peter previously and moving on, followed by his friends. “We’ll see her at lunch.”

“Yes!” He punched a fist in the air.

Y/N L/N didn’t want to see anyone at lunch. Even if she had been possibly open to talking to someone, all traces of that had disappeared in a quick read of a letter. She sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, isolated and more alone than ever, as she stared numbly ahead of her and clutched the letter she had just received in her hand whilst trying to control her breath. The news had been shocking and Y/N didn’t like being shaken.

So she slowly stood out of her seat, taking deep breaths whilst the world got blurry and muffled around her. She needed out and her feet granted her that as they began to direct her out of the Great Hall and into the corridor. Her destination was unclear but she supposed she might as well head to the Common Room and up to her dorm so she can lie in bed and reread the letter for a second time, trying to make it all make sense.

But it didn't make sense, none of it. How could this happen? How could her parents let this happen? Their son had slipped from their grasp and they had told her the news about her brother in a fucking letter. News that had shocked her so much she couldn't even think anymore and therefore didn't know or feel the anger when Sirius Black approached her in the corridor.

"Miss L/N, what a coincidence." He bowed formally before her and she stared at him, eyes wide and mind wiped blank of any emotion. The other boys beside Sirius had to admit they were incredibly shocked at the lack of eye roll from Y/N. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance in this fine lunch period."

"I-" Y/N stuttered, shaking her head with her mouth agape and breathing slightly erratic at the feeling of nowhere to place her anger. She stuttered and stammered and felt like a fool with stinging and blurry eyes.

"We were just heading up the astronomy tower, you should join us." He paid no attention to her obvious out-of-character mindset. probably just happy she wasn't shoving him off of her whilst his hand ghosted her back before taking its place there and leading her towards the staircase.

Y/N and Sirius were the first ones up the stairs, each step they took felt like her stomach dropped further and further. She was tempted to turn back but couldn't pull up the energy to take herself away so continued up the top of the stairs where she finally stopped and let the other boys run past them.

Their laughs echoed around the top of the tower as they spread out, already beginning to launch into different conversations and Y/N felt Sirius' hand slip from her back. The wind from the scenery that the tower overlooked breezed through the gaps and blew her hair back, stinging her eyes even more which made a few drop over and travel down down her cheeks which had been flushed red from her sadness.

Through the muffled sounds around her, she heard the laughter of the boys slowly trail off and also noticed them begin to stare at her as her own eyes darted around the tower and focused on the birds in the sky flying past the tower with a destination in mind. She had no destination in mind, she just took a trepidatious step forward with her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Uh Y/N...are you okay?”

That question made more tears leak out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she walked further forward out onto the tower. No she wasn’t fucking okay, she thought that much was obvious. Remus’ question made her scoff humourlessly and go right up to the railing, resisting the urge to slam someones head into the nearest wall or throw them off of the tower to watch them fall to the ground below.

She sniffed, wrapping her hands around the railing and tightening her grip until her knuckles went white and pale. A sudden anger rose up within her, crawling up her body and fighting to get out. This time she knew exactly where to place it, on the boys all around her and their annoying and infuriating stares did nothing to help the fact that she wanted to and would knock all of them unconscious, wait until they wake up, and knock them unconscious again.

“Y/N,” It was Sirius’ voice this time, closer and softer, Y/N hated it and her jaw clenched angrily, eyes stinging once more and she scoffed again. “Are you alright?”

“No, yes, fuck it-” She lifted her hands from the railing and slapped the metal, finally exploding and making the boys flinch as she did when she whirled around angrily. “I hate you all so fucking much and you should hate me too because I have done nothing but be horrible and insulting to every single one of you. And don’t give me that fucking look of pity Sirius because I have purposely treated you the worst and you know I’m right because you’ve seen my attitude towards you every time and those eye rolls aren’t for nothing. You’ve known ever since Regulus talked to my brother and the only way I wouldn’t hate you was if my brother somehow convinced me not too but he can’t because he’s fucking dead now-”

“What?” Sirius broke in, eyes going ten times the size whilst he stared at how Y/N was beginning to lose it right in front of them. She had never cried in front of anyone before and now she was shedding tears upon tears like it was no big deal and yelling at them all.

“Yeah, he’s dead now, so now I have no one and yeah sure it’s not a big deal because I didn’t have friends anyway but he was the only one in my life that understood me and don’t you dare try and say you can help me, Black, because you can’t and you know you can’t.” She pointed a harsh finger at him and he gulped nervously. “I don’t care if you have a strict family too, that does not mean we’re the same because I haven’t had the same opportunities as you have and I haven’t had the same friends who can make you feel how you now feel. I have no one now and you know what, you can all judge me for yelling at you and not having the same coolness as a runaway like you but I do not care because I have never ever felt more relief than I do now!”

Y/N breathed heavily, panting and staring right at Sirius with bloodshot eyes and red, tear-stained cheeks. She hiccoughed, her breath catching in her throat as she stared into the silence and gulped her feelings down before she realised that she couldn’t stop the tears. Her hands wiped at her eyes and made them irritated before she started crying again. Talk about embarrassment.

Another hand was on her back again, but it wasn’t Sirius because she was in front of him. She turned her head and saw Peter Pettigrew beside her, pity in his eyes that she hated but let go for the moment, turning away before she realised that Remus was on her other side, a hand on her shoulder. And James was stood beside him, Sirius the only one far away.

Y/N couldn’t help it, she took herself away from the other boys and marched over to Sirius, throwing her arms around the boy in a hug. It was safe to say he was taken aback by the contact but slowly returned it as she buried her face in his shoulder and wept. He thought she hated him.

“I hate you.” She sobbed.

“I hate you too.” He whispered, but knew it wasn’t true. How could he possibly hate someone like her? His hand rubbed her back and she tensed up, so he stopped. But let her continue her crying, gripping his shirt as tight as humanly possible. “I hate you too.”

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okay so sadly all my requests in the inbox have disappeared??? so if you would like or can remember your request please ask it again so i can have them reply to. thank you !

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I just discovered your blog and I'm in love! Your fics are wonderful and I really like your writing style! May I request a fic with Remus? What if after a particularly rough full moon Remus' brain is kind of messed up and doesn't remember his friends and Y/n? Maybe Y/n realizes that they're in love with Remus but they were afraid to confess it 🥺 Please ignore my ask if you don't like this topic, no worries! Best wishes! X

Remus Lupin x gn!reader (slight james potter x reader, slight mary mcdonald x reader)

summary: as it says in the request!

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“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. For fucks sake, Sirius, what the hell happened?”

“Relax, Y/N.” Sirius Black grunted, an arm of his injured friend over his shoulders as he and James Potter helped Remus Lupin back into the school after that night’s full moon; Peter Pettigrew followed them closely, fretting and looking close to tears as he walked behind them.

Y/N had been waiting for the four of them to return at the entrance they knew they always used and the wave of dread that had went through them when they saw the state of Remus was like something they had never felt before. Their heart had plummeted down to its lowest point at the mere sight of the blood-covered boy.

Remus was barely recognisable, his face soaked in red and bruised all over; he was unconscious, and Y/N hoped it was just from sleeping or being knocked out instead of him being close to death which he looked like he was. A pair of shorts had been haphazardly pulled up his legs, so it was covering his privates, but the rest of his body was bare and scratched.

All of them seemed to have scratches on them, James had a big one on his cheek, Sirius had blood soaking through his shirt and Peter’s hair was bloody and his hands wet and red. Y/N thought it was horrifying and despite it being almost selfish to think, they couldn’t help but be relieved that their Animagus spell hadn’t worked.

It might have worked if their teacher hadn’t discovered the Mandrake leaf in her mouth and used tweezers to take it out. Y/N felt disappointed in themselves for getting caught but Remus had said it didn’t matter, but they still desperately wanted to do it for him and help.

Over and over, he said he would even prefer that they didn’t and get themselves in danger, but Y/N felt helpless every time they would see Remus come back in terrible pain. They felt extremely helpless tonight as well considering the state of him.

Y/N had been one of the last to find out about Remus’ furry little problem and it had only been when they had the lesson on Boggarts and then a lesson on Werewolves straight after that they had figured it out. His fear had been the moon and in the werewolf lesson, he looked quite ill. Y/N offered him some water, but he refused and looked solemn for the rest of the hour.

It started to make sense, but Y/N didn’t say anything, they weren’t sure, at least until they heard his friends calling him Moony. Then they knew. For sure this time and suddenly they didn’t know how to act around him, it wasn’t like they were against werewolves, it was just that they knew his secret and he didn’t know that they knew.

And for some reason they couldn’t handle the awkwardness so stupidly, they pulled him into a cramped broom closet one Monday afternoon and told him they knew. He freaked out and they quickly realised the broom closet was not the best place to have done that, but they sat with him anyway and reassured they would not tell anyone at all.

Remus seemed to be the awkward one after that but after a couple minutes of sitting in silence, he told them about what they do on full moons and how his friends were animagi. Then the next week, he noticed they weren’t talking as much and then gave them that one look when their teacher had discovered the leaf in their mouth.

Still, he allowed them to wait up but allowed them nowhere near the Whomping Willow on full moons. It was the best they could have asked for, but they still wished to be there for him, they weren’t quite sure what this need was but just blamed it on their tendency to put others first.

But that didn’t help the guilt and dread they were feeling now.

“Relax?” They asked, gaping at Sirius’ back as they hurried down the corridor to the Hospital Wing. “How can I relax when his face looks like that? What happened?”

“I can’t even remember.” Peter said and they looked over at him, he looked absolutely traumatised as they walked and Y/N sighed, taking a wipe out of the pack they had in their pocket. “I think I blacked out.”

“This might sting.” They took his right hand in theirs and began to wipe at the cut, Peter gasped and whined slightly at the pain whilst they moved as quickly as they could to the Hospital Wing.

It was only a short journey thanks to their speed, and they arrived in no time, bursting through the doors, and laying Remus down on one of the beds before they went to knock on Madam Pomfrey’s office door and hopefully awaken her from her bedroom that was above her office. Sirius banged roughly on the door, yelling, and awakening a student who was in another Hospital Bed.

“Sit here, Peter.” Y/N pat the bed beside Remus’ and Peter slipped onto it whilst James told the other kid to be quiet. “Nearly done.”

“What is it, Mr. Black?” A woman’s voice seethed, and Y/N glanced up to see Madam Pomfrey in her dressing gown and her hair in a bun, Sirius only stepped away from the door and gestured over to where Remus lay, and Pomfrey immediately burst into action.

She retreated into her office and came back out pushing a metal trolley with medical supplies on it that Y/N snuck two bandages from to bandage Peter’s hands up. He winced as they did so, and they apologised softly with a small smile and after they had patched up Peter, all their attention went to Remus.

Madam Pomfrey was already working on him, muttering words under her breath, and waving her wand. Y/N watched the blood slowly dissipate from Remus’ body and held their breath for a moment as the boy whined and shifted, Madam Pomfrey’s hand touching his shoulder gently and muttering a charm which made him slump back down.

“Y/N.” Sirius said, snapping them out of their trance staring at Remus. They turned to look at the boy and he had his bloody shirt stripped from his body, the cut the blood had come from clear as day and swiped down his toned chest. “Can you help?”

Y/N cast one glance at Remus and walked over to Sirius, swiping another two bandages from the trolley, and taking another wipe out of their pocket. He sat onto another bed and lay back so they could reach more of his chest, they repeated the process carefully and eventually had him stand so they could wrap the bandage around his chest.

“James, you need help?” Y/N turned to the last boy who shook his head, Peter sat next to him doing his bandages whilst Madam Pomfrey kept on tending to Remus.

“You’re like a Healer.” Sirius commented but Y/N wasn’t listening, continuing to stare sadly at Remus who looked slightly more recognisable now that the blood was off his face. The long scar that ran across his face could be seen again and as Madam Pomfrey put purple paste over his other face cuts. “Done staring, L/N?”

“Hm?” They looked back to Sirius finally and saw him smirking as he slipped the bloody shirt back on. “What are you smirking about?”

“He likes you back, you know.” He said, coming over to sit himself down beside them and Y/N scoffed at him, shaking their head. “He’s never said it but it’s extremely obvious. Y/N’s hair is so soft, Y/N’s smile is so bright, Y/N’s so smart, Y/N-”

“- doesn’t like him.” Y/N said, standing up from the bed and glancing warily at Sirius who raised his eyebrows at them questioningly. They avoided eye contact and walked back to Remus’ bed. “That’s absurd, we’re just friends.”

“Just friends, my ass.” Sirius scoffed and Y/N sat in a chair beside the bed, staring at Remus’ healing cuts with a frown before looking at his hand and wishing they could hold it. “You guys were so close at Lily’s birthday party the other week.”

“We were just dancing.” Y/N rolled their eyes.

“His hand was on your hip.”

“He lost his balance.

“You almost kissed.”

Y/N didn’t have an argument for that one, they really had almost kissed. He was just so close to them; they were pressed against him, and alcohol couldn’t even be used as an argument as neither of them had drank. Remus looked right into their eyes and stepped even closer, if possible, Y/N lost their balance and gripped his shoulder for support and then their faces had got closer and closer...

Until someone had knocked into Remus and set them apart, then the boys came over to take Remus away and Y/N was left to their own friends. It was an almost kiss and something Y/N thought about every day since.

“I’ve snogged James at a party before.” Y/N defended weakly, that had been because of the endless amounts of alcohol that they had drunk. They only knew that it happened because of the pictures they saw the morning after. “And I slept with Mary.”

Again, drunk and known from the waking up naked in bed together before Y/N snuck out.

“Both times you were drunk.” Sirius smirked and Y/N looked away from him, they were not having that conversation, not whilst Remus was unconscious in the bed next to them. “And you were dressed as MJ from the Spiderman comics, James thought you were Lily. And you know who dressed as Peter Parker when you were dressed as Mary-Jane Watson...Remus.”

“That means nothing, Sirius, we both like the comics.”

“The comic series that he got you 10 copies of for your birthday.” Sirius emphasised and raised his eyebrows again. Y/N looked at him and was sure that their cheeks were aflame, but they just looked away again. “Y/N, trust me, he lo-”

A groan from their left made the two of them stop talking and they looked at Remus immediately, he seemed to be coming back to himself after Madam Pomfrey had sorted him out before. James and Peter hurried over too, James calling out for Pomfrey who had retreated to her office for a small moment.

“Remus,” Y/N called out softly, touching his hand gently.

The boy continued to shift and make noise before his eyes slowly opened and he blinked sluggishly around at the Hospital Wing. Y/N said his name again and he turned his head to look at them, squinting his eyes slightly and taking his hand from under theirs. He then looked to Sirius, to James and then to Peter and the four of them all looked at one another.

“Remus, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked again, their eyebrows knitting together in concern whilst Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office and towards the bed. “Are you okay?”

“Who-” He furrowed his eyebrows at them before facing the boys again and squinting even though there was a hint of recognition behind his eyes. He looked back to Y/N and stared them right in the eyes. “Who are you?”

Once again, their heart dropped to their stomach and they let their jaw drop, turning their head to face Sirius in alarm. They nearly teared up but welled it down as Sirius turned to them and frowned. Y/N looked back at Remus and teared up at his genuinely confused face.

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