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pasukiyo · 24 days
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leon save meeee
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pasukiyo · 2 months
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taylor swift why are you active on tumblr right now you are scaring me
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pasukiyo · 2 months
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apologies for taking long hiatuses… i realize i’m in the middle of writing a multi-part series on here… but i’ve been busy working on my first novel 🥹 i’ve got an entire plot and outline worked out for this book i’ve been working on and i really, truly think this is what i’m meant to do. i finally feel like i’ve found some footing in life and i feel like writing this book is like my first major step forward if that makes sense? so apologies for not writing or posting any fanfiction as of late. i do think i will in the future, but with writing a novel on top of work and college, i don’t have much time on my hands.
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pasukiyo · 2 months
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just a reminder that it is so disrespectful to send the same requests to multiple writers, since it has come to my attention that the exact same requests i have received and fulfilled have been sent to other writers on here as well. i think it is very rude to send the exact same requests to other writers, since not all of us are able to write 24/7, which is why we ask for your patience. it’s also always at least a little disheartening to see another writer come out with a fic so similar to your own, even if it isn’t intentional. i’ve seen a few other writers across the app call this out and since its been done to me, i felt it was appropriate to call it out on my own blog now. please do not send me or any writer the same request. it’s very disrespectful and disheartening to us as writers. all i ask for is your patience whenever you send in a request.
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pasukiyo · 3 months
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would yall mind if i posted my Christmas fic after Christmas LMFAOOO
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pasukiyo · 3 months
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thank you so much for including easy! it means the world to me 🥹🫶✨
Harry Potter Fic Recs Masterlist
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Tom Riddle
☾ easy by @pasukiyo
sugar by @cardansriddle
when i’m with you by @ohthewh0rror
☾ disobedient by @phuckinphia
my soul is too well entangled with you by @a-reverii
Mattheo Riddle
king of my heart @dreamcubed
☾ we aren’t over @slytherinslut0
Theodore Nott
too friendly by @evergone
pet dates by @drmaddict
☾ angry by @earlgreydream
☾ you’ll always be my girl by @caramelcal
the way i loved you by @earthgirl616
☾ shut up kiss me by @theostrophywife
Lorenzo Berkshire
☾ agora hills by @theostrophywife
Fred Weasley
☾ five galleons by @r2d2lover
☾ beloved, besotted, betrothed by @emeritusemeritus
George Weasley
me! by @dreamcubed
Remus Lupin
girls like me by @dreamcubed
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✧ hi! here are some of my harry potter fic recs because i’m on an HP kick rn esp with the slytherin boys as you can tell 😩
✧ support writers by reblogging, liking and posting fic recs like these! <3
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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also my inbox has lots of mike schmidt requests that i promise i plan on writing because 🤤
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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after finally writing my first tom riddle fic in like half a year, i’m ready to tackle the tom riddle requests in my inbox 🫡 i’m also feeling in a remus lupin mood so might work on this one-shot i’ve been making slow progress on for the past few months (😭) today then begin chapter four of you’re always gonna be mine. also i’m aware i have lots of requests backed up that were sent to me months ago and i’m so sorry i haven’t gotten to them yet, work and college forced me into a hiatus 😭 but! i’m slowly getting back into the mood for writing so i’ll try my hardest to get them done! got some good ones i’m excited to write about :)
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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Voldemort x malfoy reader where he’s in desperate need for an heir so he ‘does’ the reader over the large dining table with a lot of ‘yes my lord’
BLOODY WATERS
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tom riddle/lord voldemort x f!malfoy!reader word count; 2,585 warnings; impregnation, blindfold, restraints, smut smut smut summary; lord voldemort was in need of an heir, so how could she refuse to do the honors for her most generous lord?
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 One touch. 
 One touch was all it took for her to break. 
 She saw nothing except darkness, but Lord Voldemort moved behind it, relishing in the fact she was blinded. She shivered when the tips of his fingers grazed over the curve of her shoulder, trailing off when they reached the crook of her neck. With the simplest of touches she was a mess, with the simplest of touches she was trembling, with the simplest of touches she was aching. 
 She couldn’t see the way the corner of Lord Voldemort’s pink lips twitched, the way his gaze mapped out each goosebump that stood erect on her skin. She couldn’t see the way his eyes, dark with a splash of maroon, devoured her, but she could feel them, feel his vision’s hunger as she sat there shivering on the top of the dining table, blinded, and completely nude. 
 “Quite the pretty little pet you are, Miss Malfoy,” his voice murmured lowly, a husk to it that had her pressing her lips and her thighs together. Lord Voldemort’s gaze fleeted down to her legs as they squeezed themselves together, relieving some of the pressure she felt between them. He clicked his tongue at this, blinking back up to where her eyes would be, had they not been veiled away by a piece of black cloth. “Trying to relieve yourself already?” He drew nearer, leaning over her, his breath like smoke rolling over her ear. “Naughty little thing. Open your legs, lest you wish to be punished.”
 His words held power, raised fear within her as well. 
 “Y…yes, my Lord,” she squeaked, lips agape as she panted, spreading her legs once more despite her aching clit sobbing, begging for friction once again. She squirmed against the restraints locked on her wrists, her arms steadily growing more uncomfortable being tied behind her back. But she was determined to be good for him— she refused to let him down. “It won’t happen again, my Lord.”
 Lord Voldemort’s smirk grew wider at her obedience, tilting his head to catch a better look of her quivering chin, at the wrinkle in her brow peeking at him from just over the top of the blindfold. “Good,” he said simply as he pulled away from her, dark tendrils of hair falling over his face, casting a shadow across his skin. He reached out towards her again, this time his fingertips trailing up and down the valley between her breasts, feeling the quakes her heartbeat left behind. 
 She breathed and her chest heaved into his touch, her bottom lip quivering, a plea to just beg him to do something heavy on the tip of her tongue. She bit it back, desperate to please, desperate to obey. So instead, she said nothing, only let herself balance on the brink of bliss.
 Lord Voldemort’s fingers traced a circle around the nipple of her left breast, a gasp stumbling past her lips, her skin warm in his touch’s wake. “We haven’t much time before your brother and the others will be arriving,” he said in a low murmur and her cheeks burned with the reminder. Here she was— tied up and blindfolded, completely bare before her Lord and her brother was somewhere in their family’s manor— not to mention she was sitting completely naked on the table they’d eat their supper on. 
 A flash of shame warmed her cheeks but it was quickly replaced by a different kind of warmth when Lord Voldemort placed a hand on the side of her neck with his hand not on her chest. The pad of his thumb soothed over the base of her throat, lightly pressing down but never applying too much pressure. The lump in her throat bobbed against his finger when she gulped. 
 “So you are going to be obedient while I fuck my heir into you, is that understood?”
 If she wasn’t already soaked, she was dripping now. Her bottom lip quivered once more and a soft whimper escaped, nodding her head in reply, unconfident she’d be able to speak without sounding pathetic. Lord Voldemort wasn’t satisfied with this as an answer however, because of course he wasn’t. 
 “I’m not certain you understand,” he said, his hand creeping up her neck to claw at her chin, his grip tight and firm. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you plead for me to give you a child, I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you.”
 Another whimper stumbled past her lips and Lord Voldemort warm grip tightened on her chin, squishing her cheeks. “Please! Please, my Lord, I would be so honored to be the mother of your children. I’d do anything to please you, my Lord, I’d do anything to have you inside of me!” She wailed, her dignity lost and thrown away. She was aware of how pathetic, how foolish she sounded, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when her Lord wanted to give her the honor of being the carrier of his heir, not when her clit ached so much she could just shatter. 
 She of course couldn’t see the way Lord Voldemort’s lips twisted into a smile, but she could only imagine what he looked like as laughter thundered throughout his chest, permeating the dining room. He removed his hand from her face and for a moment, all was silent and all was still. She was panting, breathless as she tried to listen, wondering if he was even still in the room. 
 “My… my Lord?” She dared to call out, growing more frustrated with the restraints on her wrists and the cloth over her eyes. If only she could just see—
 —oh.
 All at once, she was full to the brim and her mouth fell open, a scream ripped straight from her throat, tears salty and stinging her eyes. With a mere snap of his hips, her Lord bottomed out inside of her, the head of his cock reaching a sensitive place so deep within, she was seeing stars. Her toes curled in on themselves and she pulled at her restraints, squeezing her eyelids so tight despite being blind already. 
 Lord Voldemort hissed beside her ear, his breath warm as it loomed over her cheeks, his lips a ghost over hers. If she dared lean in just an centimeter closer, they’d be touching. “My pet is so warm, so tight,” he growled, pressing the bridge of his nose to the crook of her neck and inhaling, taking a deep breath before exhaling back in her face. “So breedable.”
 He snapped his hips against her again, his cock ramming back into that sensitive spot inside of her and she yelped, balling her fists behind her back. Her back was arching and her chest was pressed against his now, one of his palms pressed to the small of her back and the other pressed to the space between her shoulder blades, pulling her in even closer. Still, their lips didn’t meet, despite being so close in distance. He only grazed his mouth against hers, dropping his head to let his breath fan over the delicate skin just below her jaw, sending shivers slithering down her spine. 
 “And to think my heir will have your pure-blood and mine…” he hummed against her jaw, his teeth teasing at her skin there. “…the power will be limitless.”
 He bucked his hips into hers again and tears began to wet her blindfold, a broken sob tumbling past her lips but her Lord, her most generous Lord, collected them with his own, sealing her cry with a kiss. Her tongue stood no chance against his, nor did she even try to challenge him, already willing to give up her entire mind, body, and soul to him. She was practically limp in his arms as he thrusted again and once more, twisting a knot at the pit of her stomach that was already threatening to break. 
 “Hush now, little bird,” he whispered against her lips when he pulled away from their kiss, thrusting again until he set an even and steady pace, his forehead flush against hers. “Soon you’ll be mine and all will be well,” he murmured, their noses brushing together before he slammed his hips inside of her, ripping a meek from her throat. “But just as I said, we haven’t much time. I expect Abraxas and the others will be arriving soon.”
 He was pounding her now and she was dangerously close to coming now, pulling and tugging against her restraints. “My… my Lord!” She cried, wishing she could see him, wishing she could touch him. Lord Voldemort must’ve noticed the way she was rebelling against her restrained and must’ve pitied her, for he was reaching behind her back— his pace never once slowing and the force of his thrusts never once weakening— to undo the knot he’d tied to keep her wrists together. 
 Relieved the moment her wrists were free, one of her hands practically flew to his shoulder, the other reaching to the back of his head to grip at the rich, dark tresses there. Her tears were wet against her cheeks as they managed to slip underneath the blindfold and when she pressed her face into the breadth of his shoulder, they soaked his skin. 
 “My Lord, I’m… I feel so… I feel so close,” she mewled into his flesh as she fluttered around his cock, squeezing him even tighter which only encouraged him to piston his hips harder into her, clawing at the skin on her back, certain they’d leave marks. “You aren’t to come until I tell you to,” he hissed beside her ear, one of his hands venturing up her back until they threaded in the hair behind her head, balling his fist and tugging at the roots. “Tell me you understand.”
 “Yes my Lord!” She gasped, her swollen and aching clit throbbing and her cunt fluttering around him once again. Lord Voldemort slammed against her impossibly harder, his pace so fast she was sure she was slipping between the realms of consciousness and unconsciousness. The room was thick with sex and sweat, the sound of skin slapping against skin permeated and bounced off every wall. 
 Somewhere beneath all the sex, she could make out the very muffled voices of her brother and someone else somewhere in the manor. Only then did it occur to her that her brother had been here the entire time, that it was entirely plausible he could hear them. 
 Before she could even begin to finish her thought, the blindfold was ripped from her face and she blinked through the blurry haze of her vision until the image of her Lord appeared. Even under the dim light of the dining room, she could make out his pale skin, the maroon that circled the black of his pupils, the black tendrils of hair that fell before his eyes. Gods, she could stare at Lord Voldemort all day. 
 And to think she was his. 
 She blinked up at him through tears as he pounded into her over and over again, pushing her closer to the edge, so close to bliss she could practically already taste it. Lord Voldemort stared right back at her, his lids hooded over his eyes, his lips pressed together as he held her close with one hand between her shoulder blades, the other on her cheek, his thumb soothing over her skin and collecting tears. 
 The voices outside the dining room doors were louder and closer now, and she could identify the voices belonging to her brother, Abraxas, and Tiernan Lestrange. She pinched her eyebrows together as she peered over her shoulder towards the door, snapping her head back forward to meet Lord Voldemort’s gaze. 
 “My Lord…” she began, to which he enveloped her lips in a kiss, his teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip. She whimpered as he tugged her lip, leaning away until it slipped from between his teeth, snapping his hips once, twice, thrice. 
 Then, “come for me. Come all over me while I pump you full of my heir.”
 She threw her head back and squeezed her eyelids as she clenched around her Lord’s cock, his palm catching the back of her head and forcing her forehead onto his as he spilled inside of her with a stutter of his hips. His eyelids were closed and his brow was knit as if in concentration as he bucked his hips into hers with particularly rough thrusts, ensuring she was taking every ounce of seed he was giving her, ensuring she was tainted inside and full of his children. 
 She was seeing dots of color in her vision the longer he stayed inside of her, unwilling to move, unwilling to let a single drop of his cum go to waste. She was fluttering around him, her forehead falling down to his shoulder as she panted, inhaling and exhaling to will her heartbeat to slow to a steady pace. 
 Abraxas and Tiernan were even closer now and only then did Lord Voldemort slowly— almost reluctantly— pull away, eyes glued to her cunt as her entrance fluttered and cried with the absence of him, watching the waterfall of their mixed juices slide down her slit. “My… my Lord, it seems as… as though they are on their way—!”
 A silent gasp forced her mouth agape when, with his middle and forefinger, he gathered the nectar spilling from her pussy and dragged it up her slit, forcing it all back inside of her. Her back arched and a moan ripped through her, echoing throughout the dining room and she swore the voices outside the door fell silent. 
 “Can’t let a single drop go to waste now, can we?” Lord Voldemort hummed as he pulled away, reaching forward to press his fingers against her lips. Almost immediately, she welcomed his digits inside her mouth, swirling her tongue over his fingers and swallowing the remnant of their sin. She panted when he pulled his hand away, pulling his trousers back up his legs, buttoning his shirt. 
 She blinked, turning her head side to side, unable to remember where her dress had been discarded through the murky haze of her mind. Fortunately, her most generous Lord had already fetched the black material from the floor, fixing it over her head and soothing the wrinkles with the palms of his hands. 
 For a moment, her heart fluttered as he outstretched his hand for her to take and she did, allowing him to aid her in hopping down from the top of the table. The grip he had on her hand tightened when she wobbled, unable to feel her legs for a moment. Lord Voldemort drew her in closer until their chests were flush against one another, one hand still enveloping hers and the other cupping her cheek, letting his thumb soothe her skin. 
 For a moment, she blinked up at him and allowed herself to be lost in the bloody waters of his irises, wondering if he was hers just as much as she was his. She wondered if this was love, being claimed in such a scandalous yet euphoric way. 
 Lord Voldemort leaned down until their lips brushed against one another and she fisted either side of his shirt, her eyelids fluttering closed as she anticipated his kiss. 
 Then, “you’re mine now. And while my heir grows inside of you, it’d do you well to remember that.”
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a/n; finally wrote a tom riddle fic after so long! and it's a request! to the requester, i hope this was what you wanted! and i hope you all enjoy! also a reminder to fill out my taglist form if you'd like to be added to any of my taglists!
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𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ;
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she was a dove, forever meant to be trapped in his little cage. she knows this. and her body is his canvas, his to taint, to paint. and coriolanus snow will do whatever it takes to ensure he has full control.
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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BLOOD ON HIS CANVAS
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coriolanus snow x f!reader word count; 2,085 warnings; coriolanus snow, manipulation, smut, little to no plot, just porn summary; she was a dove, forever meant to be trapped in his little cage. she knows this. and her body is his canvas, his to taint, to paint. and coriolanus snow will do whatever it takes to ensure he has full control.
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 She doesn’t know. 
 And she’ll never know. 
 She’ll never know the things he’d done, the things he’d done to get to where he is now, the things he will do and what he was already planning to do again. She’ll never know he was a killer, that he’d kill anyone that stood between him and power. 
 She’ll never know that he’d kill her too, should she stand in his way. 
 Just like she’ll never know his love was never hers. 
 But she will know she belongs to him. And she will love him, blindly, and she’ll know that she won’t leave him, just like everyone else had. She’ll never know that everyone in Coriolanus Snow’s life has left him, and good, let it be that way. 
 There were some things better left in the darkness— and Coriolanus Snow was shrouded in it. It was better this way— he became President of Panem this way. He had all the power, money, and control in the world because of it, so who was he to change what was already perfect?
 All she will know is the same white walls, the same white marble floors, the same white curtains, the same perfectly cut green grass. She was a dove, too pretty to be let free of her cage. She may have been a bird, yes, but he’d cut her wings long ago, stripping her of her freedom. 
 And Coriolanus Snow would teach her to love it. 
 And he did by slowly cutting her off from the rest of the world, insisting Panem was much too dangerous for a pretty, little, untainted bird such as her. The Districts were full of animals, filthy beasts who would only do her harm, even his Capitol full of predators, men who couldn’t be trusted. He insisted he was the only one who could protect her, the only one who could keep her from harm. 
 And she believed him. 
 It was perfect how easy it was to trap her. It made him wonder how much more he could get away with. 
 Even now, as she slowly strode towards him in nothing but a white slip nightgown, the straps falling down like teardrops off her shoulders, he wondered how much more he could take from her. 
 After all, nothing was ever enough for Coriolanus Snow. 
 He stared as she approached, the perfectly untainted gown now pooled at her feet, her bare skin and every curve of her body now gazing back at him like a carefully crafted gift— just for him. Coriolanus made no moves to touch her, not yet, at least. 
 She was to understand that she was under his control, and not to let it be twisted the other way around. She was there to do whatever he pleased, to make him feel good. 
 She was his dove, his pretty, little play-thing. 
 Whether she should like it or not, he knew she loved it. 
 Coriolanus let his gaze trail down her face to her neck, perfect and untainted, just as everything should be. He ventured down lower to her breasts and the valley between them where a faint mark on the side of her left tit stared at him and he leaned forward, a furrow in his brow as he reached over to touch her there. He could feel her shudder as his fingertips fell like a ghost over her skin, her flesh growing warm in his touch’s wake. 
 “What is this?” He asked her, unblinking and his eyes never leaving the faint mark tainting her skin. She gulped as she opened her mouth to answer, “from last night, darling. You… you left a mark on me, remember?”
 The memories from last night flashed in the back of Coriolanus’ mind, the taste of her skin on his tongue making his taste buds sing in delight, the high his arousal gave him making him see white. He remembered the way her flesh felt between his lips as he sucked on the side of her breast, how it felt between his teeth when he nipped her and etched his mark there. 
 For a moment, all was silent and she shivered, wondering if he’d punish her for this. When a few moments had passed, the blues of his irises slowly rolled up her body until their gazes met, and he pressed his lips to the mark in a soft kiss. It was like a shock, a jolt of electricity ripping through her like lightning and she shuddered, her lips trembling at the merest touch of his lips. His kiss was so tender, so soft and so different, it almost made her knees buckle right beneath her weight. 
 Coriolanus pressed another kiss to the mark on her skin, then another, and another. Tainted. Her skin was tainted with the phantom of his lips, as if her body was his canvas. The idea he possessed her in such a way gave him a high like no other, made him feel so in control, so powerful. 
 He hummed against her skin as his kisses trailed over to her right breast, his teeth nipping and lips sucking at her supple skin, her body falling limp in his arms as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his fingers into the small of her back. Her head tipped backwards and her lips fell agape as he etched more of his marks into her skin, tainting her, painting her. 
 She was a work of art, his work of art, and he would treat her as such. 
 “Cor— Coryo,” his shortened name tumbled from her lips in a pleased murmur, her fingernails on his shoulder and in his hair. Coriolanus peered up at her through hooded lids again as his kisses worked their way up to her nipple, watching her face as it twisted in pleasure, her brow furrowed in bliss. He rolled his tongue over the erect bud and sucked, his teeth grazing over it. A quake tumbled through her body like thunder and she trembled in his arms, fisting the hairs at the back of his head. 
 Finally, he released her nipple with a wet pop, pushing away from her to stand up, his hands on her waist. He peered down at her and her eyelids fluttered open and for a moment, just a single moment, their gazes met and Coriolanus felt something flutter at the pit of his stomach, something he couldn’t quite put a name to. He wrapped a hand around her neck and pressed his palm flat to the back of her head to reel her lips into his before he let the feeling ruin the moment, insisting he could mull it over later. 
 His tongue was completely dominant over hers, in fact, she didn’t even try overpowering his. She knew he was in control, knew her place. 
 The thought had Coriolanus’ hands venturing down to her hips to turn them around, pushing her down into the plush mattress of the bed. He towered over her, casting a shadow over her face as he kissed her harder, his knee in between her legs, her arousal warm and wet against his clothed thigh. She whimpered when he pressed his leg closer against her and he pulled away, either of their chests heaving as they chased air back into their lungs. 
 A plea sat on the tip of her tongue and her lips trembled, desperate to ask for more but her words falling short, unable to catch her breath. Coriolanus only watched her, watched the tears form in her eyes and the way her breasts heaved up and down as she chased air back into her lungs while he stripped himself of his shirt, unbuckling his belt. He tossed either of these things to the side before undoing the buttons of his pants and he watched the way her eyes dared a glance down at him as he rid himself of his bottoms, leaving them both bare, nude in front of one another. 
 The sight seemed to steal her breath away once more. 
 A pathetic whisper of his name hardly managed to fall past her lips before Coriolanus was back on top of her, stealing her words with his kiss as she bucked into his touch. He could feel her heat against him, could feel the proof of her arousal, of her obedience as it rubbed against his cock. Without once breaking their kiss, he bucked into her, filling her up to the brim with one stroke of his hips. 
 She was the one to break their kiss this time as her lips fell agape and her head tilted back into the mattress, her back arching off of the bed until their chests were pressed together as a cry ripped through her. Coriolanus pressed his lips and eyelids together, willing the groan at the back of his throat back down despite how tight she was squeezing him, despite how much he relished her sounds. 
 “Cor… Coryo… Coriolanus,” she panted as he bucked his hips again, harder this time, as if testing her. She was mewling now, limp and pliant in his arms, submissive like a kitten. Coriolanus balled his fist and pressed it down into the mattress beside her head, using his opposite to grab at her neck, his thumb just barely putting down pressure on her throat. 
 And he bucked his hips, once again. 
 And he didn’t stop this time. 
 He was pounding her, pistoning his hips harder and faster with each thrust into her, her walls clenching down on him so tight, he couldn’t keep the groan that rumbled from his throat. Tears were streaming down her face as he worked her up and down and up and down the bed, feeling a knot begin to form at the pit of her belly. 
 Coriolanus could tell she was already close. He didn’t really care. 
 He was chasing his own high, fucking her harder and harder to push himself even closer to his limit. She was coming undone on his cock but Coriolanus showed no sign nor intent of stopping. She could come all she wanted to for all he cared. He didn’t care if she’d had enough, they weren’t done until he decided they were done. 
 So despite her whimpers that she was close again, he only thrusted harder, fucking her like they were animals, like he was feral, like he hated her. Coriolanus’ stresses and frustrations were being fucked back into her, and he was determined to fill her full of each and every one of them, as if giving them to her. 
 She was sobbing, fat tears of pleasure rolling down the sides of her face as he felt that high he so desperately craved on the horizon, so close he could taste it. Her cries permeated the bedroom, nearly making the walls shake but he didn’t care. He was so close, so, so, so close and oh, when he reached that high, it was like heaven on earth. 
 With a few last thrusts, he was pumping her full of his release, her skin not only his but her body, all of it, his as well. She was his possession, a canvas that was his to taint over and over again, as many times as he pleased. 
 She knew this all too well. 
 Coriolanus collapsed down on the bed beside her and he stared into the whites of the ceiling overhead as she crawled over to him, curling up to his side and resting her head against his chest. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders absentmindedly, his other folded behind his head. 
 Her skin was painted red with the marks his mouth had left on her, her every limb ached and her cunt sore and pulsing in his wake. He was all over her, etched and engraved inside every nook and cranny of her body. 
 She was his, completely and totally his. 
 She knew this. 
 And she loved it. 
 She loved him. 
 Coriolanus seemed to know this too, and he wondered if the flutter he had felt in his stomach earlier meant that he loved her too. He blinked as his vision began to blur and he squeezed his eyelids shut, letting himself relax further down into the mattress. 
 He wasn’t entirely sure what that feeling he felt in his belly meant. But he wouldn’t dare tell a single soul about it. Not even her. 
 After all, some things were better left in the darkness— and Coriolanus Snow was shrouded in it. 
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a/n; so yeah the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie finally coming out has brought me back into my hunger games phase so... enjoy :) also sorry for any errors, i wrote this in an hour while in the bathtub LMAO
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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also while i have been on my hiatus, i reached over 2,000 followers! thank you all so much for reading my writings and enjoying what i do, i’m sorry i’m not always active, but it makes me so happy to see so many of you enjoy what i post <3 thank you all so so much from the bottom of my heart <3
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE
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| CHAPTER THREE
a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.
word count; 5,336 summary; she's wonderstruck. some may call her foolish for being so infatuated with a man she hardly knew, but he made her so curious. curious about him, the world, about what could be. and she makes remus just as curious. but when he finds out about her upcoming betrothal, he isn't quite sure how to feel...
so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...
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 The Princess sighed as she approached the door of her quarters— Marlene seemed to have been successful in convincing the guard to stay away. She was practically levitating— gliding through the open door of her bedroom and sighing as she softly shut the door closed behind her, falling back against it at last. 
 Marlene sprang up from the corner of the room and rushed over to the Princess, her eyes wide and terrified, her gaze scanning over here, searching for any signs of injury. When she reached the bottom of her dress, she shrieked, her hands rushing to cover her mouth. 
 “Great Merlin… is that… is that blood?” Marlene’s exclamation hardly passed as a whisper as she gazed wide-eyed at the Princess. “Gods, I knew I shouldn’t have let you go! What will the King and Queen say? Where are you bleeding? Where are you hurt? Why do you have that look in your—“
 “I’m fine, Marlene,” the Princess finally intervened, blinking up at her handmaiden, her teeth latched on her bottom lip in an attempt to contain her smile. Marlene cocked an eyebrow and leaned back from the Princess, an incredulous expression on her face. “Then what is this look on your face for?”
 The Princess’ heart drummed in her chest and she took a moment to breathe, inhaling through her nose, exhaling out her mouth. Her cheeks burned at the memory of the night’s tale and she released her lip, letting her mouth curve into a grin. “Marls, I’ve met someone.”
 Marlene blinked, her mouth opening and closing yet, nothing came out. “You’ve… met someone?” She reiterated and the Princess breathed a small laugh, nodding and slipping past the handmaiden, working on stripping herself from her dress. “You’ve… met someone… where, exactly?” Marlene followed the Princess to the changing screen, watching as she tossed the dirty blue dress over the top, the corset next to join. 
 Marlene blinked and took a couple steps backwards when the Princess emerged from behind the screen, a nightgown draped loosely on her body, fingers brushing through her hair. She grinned, “the forest, of course.”
 Marlene had never seen the Princess this way before. This was quite the stark difference from her behavior earlier— she wasn’t quite sure what to think of it. “And you’ve met… who exactly?” Marlene questioned, staring down the Princess as she sank down onto her mattress, swinging her legs over the side and blinking up at the ceiling, a curious gleam in her eye. 
 “A boy,” the Princess sighed, muscles relaxing and deflating into the pillows below. Marlene blinked once, twice, thrice, as if if she blinked enough, she’d wake up, and all of this would’ve just been a dream. She eyed the Princess as she stared up into the textures on the ceiling, her lips curved into an upwards crescent. 
 “A… boy…?” Marlene said slowly, as if testing the idea. The Princess glanced over to where the handmaiden stood beside the bed, uncertain as she fiddled with her fingers. She rolled over to her side and propped her head up with an elbow pressed into the plush of the mattress, “yes. He was… he was…” she paused, wondering where on earth she should even begin. “…different. Unlike anyone I’ve ever met. It was quite peculiar how we met actually.”
 “How do you mean?” Marlene asked, sinking down into the mattress beside the Princess, hands folded in her lap as she eyed her. The Princess rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, reminiscing what had happened only an hour before. Their encounter was, in fact, quite strange and perhaps would sound even more peculiar when spoken aloud. How could she tell Marlene she was wonderstruck by a sick man out in the middle of the woods whom she found vomiting and bleeding from self-inflicted wounds?
 “He was… running ill,” the Princess, while appreciative Marlene bit her tongue, already could tell by the way the handmaiden rocked once back and forth that she had a remark at the ready. “It must’ve been a miracle I found him. He was bleeding— hence…” she nodded towards the bloodied dress across the room. “But even while ill, he was so… enchanting. No man has ever made me feel this way… and I must sound mental, considering I was with him for not even an hour.”
 The Princess sighed again, her thoughts echoing his name, the weight of it on the tip of her tongue. “And his name is Remus.”
 Marlene only blinked, turning her head to face the window as the moonlight spilled inside the bedroom, the stars winking when she met their gaze. She was skeptical, of course she was, but the Princess looked so… different. A good different, she hoped, at least. The Princess was so upset earlier, so somber and never again did Marlene want to see her in such a way. She seemed like someone entirely new now, the happiest she supposed she had seen her in a long while. 
 She didn’t have the heart to ruin that right now. 
 Just before she could turn back around to wish the Princess good night, a small shadow eclipsed the moon in the window and Marlene narrowed her eyes, squinting and leaning closer for a better look. It was an owl, mottled brown and white with big, dark eyes blinking at her curiously as she nudged at the glass with her beak, a rolled parchment tied to her claw. 
 “Princess,” Marlene nudged the Princess’ knee. “It’s Athena.”
 Marlene turned in just enough time to see the Princess’ head snap towards the window, springing up from the bed and scampering over to the window, setting herself down on the window seat to push it up. “Thena!” She exclaimed, using the knuckle of her forefinger to caress the owl’s cheek affectionately. She carefully undid the emerald green ribbon that tied the parchment to the owl’s claw, raking her fingernails through the feathers atop Athena’s head, earning a tender hoot in response. 
 “I think I’ll be heading off to bed, highness,” Marlene bowed her head as the Princess glanced up at her from the letter in her hands, lips curved in a smile as she nodded. “Okay,” she replied. “Sweet dreams, Marls.”
 Marlene nodded as she made her way to the door, hand in the knob as she whispered, “goodnight, Princess,” before heading off to her own quarters, her mind a jumbled and conflicted mess. 
 The Princess let the parchment unravel in her fingers, her dear friend’s handwriting staring up at her, breathing a laugh through her nostrils as she read the introduction. 
 ‘Dear Princess (and hopefully not Peter),
 Marriage?! To whom??
 I apologize, my dear friend, for my surprise. Yet, even my mother and father have yet to force me into betrothal, and I am older than you. Marriage is absolutely preposterous! You’re so young! You’re only, what, twenty? Of course, I’ve heard of princesses getting married much younger, but it still seems so inhumane. You’ve only been a woman for two years!
 It’s an outrage, if you ask me. Why are we expected to marry men we’ve never met? Men we don’t know anything about? Men we don’t love? Why must we, as women, be given like a gift to men? We aren’t objects, we’re our own people too!
 I feel for you, dear friend. Tell me, who is your betrothed? Perhaps you’ve gotten lucky, maybe you’ll get one of the good ones. There aren’t many of them, but there are still some. But I know you. And I know you’re strong and smart. I already feel like you’re scheming ways to stop this from happening. I just hope you are careful, I know your father too. He’s tougher than any man I’ve ever met. 
 I do hope you’re okay. I’m sorry this is happening to you. I wish there was something I could do. 
 Sending you all my love,
                                                Lily’
 Athena cooed from beside her, nudging her head into the Princess’ palm as she let the parchment drop to her lap, her smile, while softer now, still on her lips. After a moment, she pushed herself off of the window seat and Athena blinked, watching as she made her way across the room towards the desk in the corner, tugging open a drawer and pulling out a fresh roll of parchment. She set herself down in the chair and dipped a quill in ink, writing out her introduction as Athena fluttered across the room to where she sat, perched beside the ink. 
 She laughed at the little owl, “almost forgot Athena. Why don’t you go rest in the Owlery tonight? You deserve it, what with all the flying around you’ve been doing lately. I’ll bring this letter to you in the morning.” She reached out and gave the owl an affectionate pat atop the head along with a caress with her knuckle, Athena softly nipped her finger in response before she was off, soaring through the window and back into the night. 
 She turned back to the parchment rolled out before her, leaning down so that she could begin to write. 
 ‘Dear Lily,
 I am so glad you feel the same. It is so unfair that the men get to have their pick of the litter and we are forced to comply with whatever they choose. It is insanity!
 I am to be betrothed to Prince James, according to my father. He invited Sirius to the castle for brunch earlier today just to ask him what he thinks about Prince James. Never once did he think to ask me what I thought! And he called me selfish for saying this to him. It appears it doesn’t matter what I say or what I want. I was foolish to think otherwise. 
 Have you met Prince James? I’ve only heard of him in passing, but I’ve never seen him or heard much else other than he likes lamb. It seems you’ve met many more royal families than I have. I’d appreciate any information and advice you could give me. I am most desperate. 
 Before I sign off this letter, I must tell you: I’ve met a boy. Not a prince, not a king, not even a Lord. He lives in the village— and oh Lily, I don’t know what to do with myself. We hadn’t talked for even an hour and all I want to do right now is chase after him and learn everything there is to know about him. Am I crazy? I feel like I am mental. But there was just something about him. He was different— a good different, at that. For once, I needn’t act formal or like a princess. It was… calming. 
 I wish to see him again soon. I think I will sneak off again tomorrow night to find him. Marlene seems apprehensive but I assure you, my dear friend, I am taking care of myself. He doesn’t seem bad. Although, he does seem to hold some prejudice against royalty. I’m not sure if I can entirely blame him. 
 Anyways, I will sign off now before this letter becomes too long. Please let me know if you have any information on Prince James. He is to arrive in a couple of days and stay for a few weeks. I am so nervous I could quite literally die. 
 With all my love,
                                 The Princess (just me, no Peter this time)’
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 The King glimpsed up from his breakfast as his daughter sauntered into the dining hall, their gazes aligning for a beat before she dropped her head again, slipping into her chair across from her mother. The Princess’ handmaiden unfolded a handkerchief in her lap, clasping her hands and keeping her head bowed so as to not make eye contact with neither the King or the Queen as she stepped back. 
 “You are late,” her mother said as she picked at the food on her plate and she glanced up to the Queen, nodding. “Sorry,” the Princess mumbled back in reply. “Stopped by the Owlery to send Lily an owl.”
 Another silence fell upon the table and the tension in the air was quite palpable, so thick it was suffocating. The Princess made no moves to break it, nor did the King or the Queen. It came to no surprise to the Princess at least that Peter was the one to break the silence. 
 “So, your majesty, the Prince should be arriving soon, yes?” Peter asked from where he sat beside the Queen and the Princess glanced up at him, his lips curled into a smug grin. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before peering back down to her plate— Peter could sometimes excel at seeping right beneath her skin. 
 “Mmm, yes,” the King replied behind a mouthful. “I’ve received an owl that his ship will be arriving sooner than expected. He’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.” Her fingers loosened their grip on her fork and it was a miracle she didn’t drop it altogether. After dreaming of her chance encounter with Remus last night and thinking about him since the moment she opened her eyes, it seemed to have slipped her mind that Prince James was on his way— that they were to be married. 
 The thought made her put her fork down and wipe her hands on the handkerchief in her lap. 
 “How exciting,” Peter remarked, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he glanced over to where the Princess sat. “I’ll be sure his room is ready by tonight then.”
 Her parents and Peter continued to discuss arrangements for Prince James’ arrival, but frankly, she couldn’t have cared any less. Her gaze drifted towards the grand windows behind Peter and her mother where just over the top of the courtyard walls, she could see the village in the distance. She let her mind wander back to Remus, wondering if she could see his house from here, wondering if she could see him again. 
 She had already made up her mind, even if Marlene wouldn’t like it. She was going to sneak away again tonight. Remus said himself he was wondering if he’d see her again— she could only hope he was just as desperate to see her again as she was.
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 Remus pressed the sleeve of his shirt to his lips to stifle the cough threatening to rip through his chest as he tip-toed past his sleeping father towards the door. He eyed his father where he slept in his chair, contemplating whether or not to move him to his bed instead. He ultimately decided against it— it was best not to wake him, his father hated how he spent hardly any time at home anyways. Frankly, Remus wasn’t in the mood for another one of his father’s lectures, nor the look he’d give him when he inevitably barked back. The mere thought of his father’s frightened look yesterday made his skin crawl, made him feel like a monster. 
 He did, however, take the blanket from his father’s bed to drape it on his sleeping figure, cautiously, careful not to stir him awake. Remus blinked down at his father, standing and staring for a few beats before adjusting the sleeves of his shirt on his arms and finally turning around to make his way towards the door. 
 The door moaned as Remus slowly pulled it open, wincing as he stepped through and turned to close it as carefully as he could. It was even more lopsided than it was the day before, visibly on its last hinges. He made a mental note that he really needed to stop prolonging the fix of the door, one movement too rough, and it’d go crashing to the ground. Winter was approaching and his father was much too fragile to risk getting ill. 
 For now, Remus made his way up the backroads of the village, the route he knew not many crossed, towards the wealthier side of the town. He was desperate to see Sirius— the encounter with the Princess the night before burned in his memory. When he finally made it home last night, he couldn’t even sleep. His thoughts were all of her— and oh, how he hated it. 
 It was frustrating to Remus how obsessed he was over a woman he just met, whom he hardly knew anything of at all. It made him even more sick to think that he wanted to see her again, and that he hoped she’d be back in the forest tonight. It was most unlike him, to be so entranced by someone. In fact, he had never been like this for anyone before— for as long as he could remember, it was just easier for him to push people away rather than embrace them. The only one who managed to stick was Sirius. 
 He never had problems pushing people away in the past, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about her now?
 He thought perhaps this was just yet another side effect of his lycanthropy, that he’d finally gone off the handle. He was mental, and he was slowly going down a spiral of insanity. That had to be it, right?
 Remus wasn’t certain, but he tried to shake his thoughts of her for now as he crept his way behind Sirius Black’s manor, scaling the wall until he finally reached the back door. He scanned the surrounding area to ensure no one else was around before shielding the tops of his eyes with his hands, narrowing his eyes to get a better look through the window. He couldn’t see anyone— he could only hope Sirius didn’t have any company over at the moment. 
 So, as carefully as he could, he grasped the knob of the door and twisted it slowly, grateful this door wasn’t as run down as his own home’s. On the tips of his toes, he slipped inside the house, shutting the door as silently as he could behind him. 
 “Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that I do not have a conspiracy against the King,” 
 “I would certainly hope not, Black. It’d do you well to remember you are not the only one close to the royal family and I assure you that I will inform the King of any sort of… treachery.”
 Remus pressed himself against the wall and peeked his head from the doorway just as Lord Lucius Malfoy and Sirius approached the front door, a wrinkle in either of their brows. Sirius looked rather bored to say the least, even annoyed whilst Lucius sneered, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as if he had Sirius cornered. Sirius couldn’t have looked more bothered, if you asked Remus. 
 “Oh, why of course, Lucius, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” Sirius replied. “Now, if you’d excuse me, I have matters to attend to. I do hope you have a good rest of your day, and do give Narcissa my regards.”
 Remus ducked away from the doorway as Lucius Malloy made one last remark before being ushered out the door by Sirius, only choosing to come out of his hiding when he could hear his friend’s frustrated groan 
 “Conspiring against the King, are we, Sirius?” Remus remarked as he stepped out of his hiding spot, his friend’s eyelids snapping open as he watched his friend approach from the hall. “They’ll have your head for that, you know.”
 Sirius only rolled his eyes as the corners of Remus’ lips twitched in amusement, his friend pushing himself away from the front door. “Trust me, even that’s a better fate than having to constantly be subject to Malfoy’s accusations. Honestly, I see him more than I do my own cousin,” Sirius huffed, making his way over to the dining table where it appeared he and Lucius were having lunch. Kreacher, Sirius’ house elf, sauntered his way into the room, big, tired eyes narrowed when they caught Remus in the corner of them. Remus shifted where he stood as Kreacher murmured something about his shoes feet tracking dirt in the house while Sirius plopped himself down in his seat at the head of the table, waving off the elf. 
 “Leave us be, Kreacher,” he said, gesturing with his fingers for Remus to come sit. “And what have I told you about being rude to my friend?”
 Reluctantly, Remus made his way over to settle himself down in the seat beside Sirius, wiping off the palms of his hands on his trousers as he eyed the food in front of him. Sirius raised a brow at him, “dig in. I know you’re hungry,” he said and despite a protest that he couldn’t possibly take any of his food, his stomach betrayed him, a sound close to thunder ripping through it. A corner of Sirius’ lips twitched, his mood more lifted than it was earlier, “your first instinct is always to protest when I offer you things but I assure you, my friend, I do not mind.”
 Remus muttered a soft “thanks” as he grabbed a sandwich from the middle of the table, practically drooling when he took his first bite. Sirius let him eat for a moment before curiosity finally got the best of him, leaning back in his seat and crossing his right leg over his left, propping his elbow on the arm of his chair, holding his chin. 
 “So, what brings you over here so early today?” He asked and Remus, despite having a mouthful of sandwich, stopped his chewing altogether. Right. What he was here for. He finished chewing the food in his mouth as he set the sandwich back down on his plate, using a handkerchief at his side to wipe his hands. 
 Sirius only eyed him curiously, lips pressed together as Remus sifted through his brain, searching for the right words to say. He supposed there wasn’t exactly an easy way to bring up to his wealthy friend that he had met the Princess in the forest close to midnight and may or may not be curious about her. He knew he could tell Sirius about practically everything— but for a moment, Remus wondered if he would even believe him if he told him. 
 Remus swallowed the bite he had been working on and cleared his throat, gnawing at the inside of his cheek. 
 “You know the Royal Princess, yes?” Remus chose to ask first, fully prepared for the look Sirius gave him. The wrinkle in his friend’s brow deepened, the question being entirely out of character for his friend, they both knew it. “Well, yes,” Sirius replied simply, still rather curious as to why this was the first thing he decided to bring up. “For a few years now. Why are you asking me this, exactly?” Sirius pressed, eager to learn more. 
 Remus’ teeth sank down into the plush of his bottom lip and rolled it around, unsure where to even begin. How could he ask for information on the Princess to his friend without sounding like a creep?
 “I…” Remus began, squeezing his lids together shut and sighing. Perhaps it was better to just say it. “…I met her last night. In the woods. During one of my attacks.”
 Sirius blinked. He blinked again when Remus finally lifted his head to make eye contact. He could already see it now— Sirius found this very hard to believe. He knew the Princess wasn't allowed to leave the castle, nor has she ever snuck out like this before. But he also knew his friend wasn’t a liar and he also knew how upset the Princess was just the day prior when he’d been invited over for brunch. 
 Suddenly, the idea that she’d left the castle didn’t seem entirely preposterous. But it also didn’t make him any less concerned for her. 
 “The woods?” Sirius asked. “Is she… is she alright? Did she make it home? Was she hurt? And are you okay?”
 Remus shook his head, only just now realizing just how close Sirius was to the Princes. He’d almost entirely forgotten that his friend had seen her only hours before their chance encounter in the forest and he remembered her saying that she was trying to get away from something— perhaps Sirius knew just what that was. 
 “She’s fine, at least, I think she is. She told me she was heading back before an army was sent after her when we departed last night, so I can only assume she made it back home. And I’m… better. She took care of me,” Remus reassured his friend, watching as the muscles in Sirius’s body relaxed and he fell back into his chair. The furrow in Sirius’ brow didn’t go away, however, and he shook his head. “Did she tell you why was she out in the woods? As far as I know, she’s never left the castle grounds. I don’t understand…”
 Remus shrugged, “she told me she needed to get away, whatever that could possibly mean.” Remus almost wanted to roll his eyes again at the idea that a Princess could possibly be needing to run away from something. As far as he was concerned, she already had it made. But judging from the look on Sirius’ face, perhaps he was wrong. 
 A shadow had casted over Sirius’ face and he sighed, using his thumb and forefinger to rub at his brow. A dull ache had begun to form there, mostly due to the stress of worrying about his two closest friends. The fact that the Princess had snuck out into the woods in the dark, alone yesterday after what happened between her and her parents did not ease the ache there. 
 “What?” Remus asked, bowing his head to try and catch his friend’s eye. “What is it?” Sirius blinked over at his friend and straightened his posture, exhaling as he mulled over the situation. “She was upset at brunch yesterday,” he explained. “Her parents are forcing her into marriage.”
 Remus blinked. Suddenly, he felt like throwing the sandwich he had just inhaled back up onto his plate. 
 Marriage? She was going to be married?
 As if the idea that he couldn’t stop thinking about her or that she was a princess wasn’t enough, she was set to be married. This was enough to make Remus feel stupid, nauseous, even. How foolish he was to think that perhaps the Princess felt something towards him like he did to her. The fact he felt anything towards her other than animosity was almost revolting. 
 Remus must’ve had a look because Sirius narrowed his eyes at his friend, sifting through the soils of his irises for something unknown to Remus. “You’ve a look,” Sirius said, confirming Remus’ suspicion. Remus opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He didn’t know how to feel, didn’t know how to react. 
 Especially since a large portion of him still wanted to see her tonight. 
 “I…” Remus began before deciding against it, shaking his head. Sirius could be awfully perceptive when he wanted to, but Remus hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts now. How embarrassing for him it is to know he’s mulling over an engaged woman. 
 “Don’t,” Sirius raised an accusatory finger at him and Remus frowned, unsure what his friend meant. “What?” He said as Sirius pushed himself out of his seat, shaking his head. “You’re going to tell me you’re curious about her,” Sirius elaborated. “That you like her.”
 Remus shook his head, although he wasn’t sure why he was denying it. He was curious about her, try as hard as he might to deny it, he couldn’t ignore the way her name and her face was etched into his memory, intoxicated by the way she touched him so tenderly and cared for him. No matter how frustrating it was, he couldn’t deny he thought there was something there. But did that mean he liked her, at least in the way Sirius was implying?
 Sirius shook his head at Remus, “you’re lying. To me and yourself. You’ve a look in your eye and I’ve never seen it before in you.”
 “Sirius—“
 “Remus,” Sirius stepped forward until he was at the table once again, leaning over until he was eye-level with his friend. “I know you. I know you better than anyone else. So you cannot lie to me.”
 Remus shook his head, pushing away from the table and placing a hand on his lip, massaging his jaw with the other. “It doesn’t matter,” he began, throwing his arms in the air. “It doesn’t matter what you know or think you know about me. And it doesn’t matter what I may or may not have felt about her, she’s married.”
 Sirius raised a brow, “not married yet, actually,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Honestly, weren’t you listening to me? She’s being forced into marriage, she’s never even met this man!” 
 Remus shook his head, “forget it. Not like I would ever stand a chance against a Prince anyways.”
 Remus’ cheeks were red with embarrassment, the fact he’d thought things would ever escalate with the Princess making him feel foolish. Why was he even considering this anyways? He was mental! Mental for thinking about her in such a way when he hardly knew anything about her. It was infuriating! 
 “Now, hold on a moment,” Sirius chuckled, grasping onto Remus’ shoulder to prevent him from leaving. “You don’t know that. Besides, she’s not the type to choose one over class.”
 Remus only averted his gaze, somewhat wishing he never came in the first place. He wished he never asked Sirius about her and wished he’d never told him about her betrothal. Yet, somehow, he couldn’t make himself wish he had never met her. 
 Somehow, he couldn’t make himself not want to see her again. 
 Remus sunk his teeth down so hard into his bottom lip, he was sure he could taste blood. 
 “This is… complicated, to say the least,” Sirius murmured, a finger hooked around his chin in thought. Remus lifted his gaze to peer over at his friend, his pride a lump in his throat that he swallowed back down. “She told me she planned on seeing me again,” he admitted, wincing at how pathetic, how foolish he sounded. “And I… I wish to see her again as well.”
 Sirius’ mouth twitched and for his friend’s sake, he tried his hardest not to smile. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of this— just as he said, this situation was complicated— not only was she a Princess and he a commoner, but she was to be married. And Sirius knew her father, knew his personality all too well. This was a dangerous game to be playing and he knew he shouldn’t be encouraging this, knew he shouldn’t almost feel giddy about it. 
 But he’d never seen Remus this way before, never seen him so hopeful. He’d spent many nights caring for his friend, cleaning the sick from his mouth and from buckets, making sure he was getting all the proper care he needed. Although Remus would never admit it, Sirius could see it in his eyes that he was tired, that he wanted to give up. 
 And he knew the Princess. He knew how much she yearned for love, real, genuine, true love. He knew she craved freedom, the right to be with whoever she wanted, the right to go wherever she pleased. 
 When he looked at Remus now, Sirius couldn’t help but feel like this was just so right. He knew Prince James, even liked the bloke and would dare call him a friend. But he knew not even he could give the Princess exactly what she wanted— but Remus?
 Remus could give her a taste of the world she so desperately craved. 
 And perhaps she could teach Remus just how beautiful life could be, that he deserved to live again.
 How could he discourage something as beautiful as that?
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a/n; i am so so so terribly sorry for the delay for this chapter! between work and college, i haven't really had the time to write or indulge in any of my hobbies, so my sincerest apologies :( i am still so excited to write this series and i hope you are all equally as excited! sorry if this chapter is rushed/kind of boring, but perhaps remus and the princess will see each other again soon ;) and prince james is arriving soon! also! remember to fill out the taglist form in my pinned post or reply to this post if you'd like to be added to the taglist! i am also planning on writing and posting some more remus and perhaps other marauders fics either this week or after finals week so filling out my taglist form would be most helpful :)
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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finally working on a fic for the first time in like a month 🤭
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pasukiyo · 4 months
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maybe i’ll finally have time to fucking write this week 😭
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pasukiyo · 5 months
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college is starting to pick up again, hence my inactivity 😭 i want to focus on you’re always gonna be mine and mike schmidt fics, but please understand that it’ll take some time due to my work/school schedule 🫶
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pasukiyo · 5 months
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still working on chapter three of you’re always gonna be mine! sorry it’s taking so long, but i do hope you all can be patient with me!
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