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ellecdc · 3 months

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Darling, the possessive!Remus fic was sooo good!! 🩵😫

Could i request another part please?? Hwere reader is hiding something, maybe an injury or illness or scent or something stupid she did with James... idk what but something. Anyway, reader sees Siri and Rem, stops, makes eye contact, then bolts in the opposite direction 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

I feel like both (especially Rem) would instinvtively chase, maybe they find her begging Jamie to hide her 😭

Love you lots!! And remember to get enough rest 🩵

Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ? Sir? Don't run from the lord!!!! No, you're so right babes.

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: slight injury, nothing major, fluff

“Okay, well the wound is closed but there’s not much I can do about the bruising or the blood on your shirt.” James said as he gently pulled your uniform shirt back down from where he’d been inspecting your ribs.

“That’s fine – I’ll ice it later; I’ve gotta meet the girls like five minutes ago.” You said as you pulled a jumper over yourself to hide the blood staining your shirt.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t go to Madame Pomfrey?” James asked with a grimace.

You rolled your eyes. “If it hurts terribly, I’ll go later.”

“And you think you’ll be able to avoid Remus and Sirius until then?” James asked somewhat doubtfully. You grimaced in response. “This close to the moon, Remus will be able to smell that blood on you from across the castle.”

“I can’t worry about that right now; I need to go.” You said simply as the two of you rounded the corner.

You halted suddenly as you spotted Remus and Sirius down the hall – they quickly noticed your tense demeanor which caused them to slowly cease their movements too, mirroring you as you stared them down and they you from across the corridor.

“James.” You murmured without moving a muscle.

“Yeah?”

“Do you see them too?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you hide me?”

James groaned. “Y/N…”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me to the wolves.”

“I love you, you’re the sister I never had...but I’ve got a Regulus to think about, you know?”

“It’s been an honour knowing you.” You responded solemnly, nodding in understanding.

“God speed.” He whispered back before you took off in a sprint.

You could hear a shout and heavy footfalls behind you alerting you to the fact that you were indeed being followed.

You rounded corners and climbed flights of stairs, lungs and legs burning from the effort as you very much regretted your choice to bolt. Maybe you could have talked about it? Maybe you could have convinced Remus you were fine and did not need medical attention? Maybe Sirius would have sided with you?

But no, you chose to run when Remus was at his most possessive, territorial, and protective, and he was with accompanied by Sirius who rivaled Remus’ full moon possessiveness all month round. And also, why the hell does this school have so many stairs!?

Suddenly, refuge came in the form of the third-floor girls’ lavatory. You barrelled your way through the door, clamoring into a stall and locking the door behind you. You sat on the toilet seat and pulled your knees to your chest, though it was all for naught, because even if no one could see your feet, they’d surely hear your laboured breathing.

You heard the door open again and the scuffling of feet followed by deep sighs. You pointed your face to the ceiling as you listened to the footsteps growing closer and closer before Sirius’ head and arms flung over the top of the stall beside you where he beamed goofily at you.

“Hey gorgeous! What’re you doing?” He sung casually.

“What are you doing in here? This is the girl’s room.” You hissed at him as your face heated in embarrassment – both from being caught hiding from your boyfriends and of your boyfriend for following you to the loo.

“Where you go, I go.” He said simply with a shrug as if talking to his girlfriend over a bathroom stall was common practice.

“Do you really think there’s anywhere in this castle that you can hide that I won’t find you?” Remus deadpanned from your opposite side, and you spooked (nearly slipping into the damned toilet) as you noticed he too was standing on the toilet of the stall beside you in order to look down on you.

“Oh, for crying out loud.” You muttered as you stood from your toilet hideout and exited the stall.

“Not that I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life chasing you, darling but-” Sirius started teasingly before he was cut off by Remus.

“What happened!?” He rasped as he reached for you gently.

“I’m fine, Rem.” You tried, but he swatted your hands away.

Slowly, so slowly – as if he was afraid the fabric of your clothes would somehow bruise your skin – lifted your jumper to expose the bloody button up below it.

“Baby!” Sirius cooed in sympathy.

“I’m fine.” You reiterated.

Remus shot you an unimpressed look. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you. Can you take this off, please?” He said as he gently lifted you to sit on the edge of the bathroom counter, motioning to the jumper currently shielding his view.

You acquiesced and also began lifting the side of your blouse up unprompted. Both boys hissed as they saw the bruising on your ribs.

“What happened?” Remus asked again, gently prodding the area.

“Some first years got a little too rowdy in the hallway – running around and not watching where they were going. I bumped into a suit of armour, but James healed it up.” Remus’ head snapped up to yours as Sirius’ gaze darkened.

“Prongs healed you? On your side? With your shirt up?” Sirius asked expressionlessly.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, for goodness – yes! What’s the big deal?”

He continued his interrogation as if you hadn't said anything at all. “He saw your shirt pulled up like this? He touched you here?”

You sputtered, turning your attention to Remus. “He heals you every month!”

He grimaced in sympathy but clearly agreed with Sirius. “I guess...just seems a little...intimate.” He conceded.

“Well, do I have to get all worried about you guys on the full moons? Or that he gets to share a dorm room with you?” You asked sarcastically. Sirius smirked at you.

“Awe babes, you don’t have to be jealous – we’re all yours!” He said in a sultry tone as he moved to stand between your legs.

“You’re not funny.” You deadpanned.

“You should go to Madame Pomfrey, love.” Remus stated after completing whatever diagnostic inspection he was doing on your side.

“Wha- no! Rem, I’m fine. Nothing is broken, it’s not bleeding. I’ll ice it when I get back to my dorm tonight, but I’m supposed to meet the girls. Please don’t make a big deal of this.” You were embarrassed that you’d been reduced to begging, but you could not bail on Lily and Marlene again.

Remus grimaced. “Love, I’d feel better if you had it looked at...”

But Sirius Black – equally as likely to be your saviour and your damnation – opted to take pity on you. “Oh, come on Moons. We can fuss over her all night; let her spend time with the girls.”

Remus groaned and looked between the two of you before rolling his eyes in surrender. “Fine. But I will fuss over you tonight, got it?” He muttered sternly, but the love and affection that pooled in his eyes as he said it diminished his chiding greatly.

“Of course. I’d not have it any other way.” You sang back to him as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Okay. Let’s get out of the girl’s loo.” Sirius said as he turned and bent down in front of you, still seated on the bathroom counter.

“What are you doing?” You asked incredulously. Sirius scoffed as if you were being intentionally difficult.

“Giving you a ride, obviously. Can’t let our poor injured dolly walk these corridors on her own.” He backed up further into you and tapped your thighs with his hands impatiently.

“I very well can, thank you very much. I’ll have you know that your poor injured dolly just outran her two boyfriends.” You scoffed indignantly.

“You know Moons, perhaps she should go to Madame Pomfrey after all.”

“Okay, okay!” You shrilled as you clamored up onto Sirius’ back.

Remus chuckled and pecked a sweet kiss to your temple – now almost at eye level with him as he placed a gentle hand on your back, protectively close to your sore ribs.

“Thank you for appeasing us, sweetheart.” He murmured into your hairline.

You feigned annoyance, but you’d do so happily for as long as these two men would let you.

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frenziedfireworks · 10 months

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hii im here to request a headcanon for the golden trio era and marauders era boys (who play quidditch) and how they would react to their partner slytherin!reader being made quidditch captain

Quidditch Captain

Slytherin!Reader becoming Qudditch Captain

(Fred, George, Harry, Draco, Ron)

A/N : Hi! I loved the idea and hope I did it justice. I don't write for the Marauders unless it's Sirius because I feel I don't have their characters down. I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

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Fred :

He just smirks and nods when you tell him.

“Well you are the only worthy Slytherin on the whole damn team”

He is excited about playing against you and teasing you whenever you train.

“Look at you! Captain Y/N can I have your autograph!?”

“Fred!” You yell as you see him and George down the hall. You had just come back from practice and you were practically zooming through the castle to find your boyfriend. You had been so excited to share the thrilling news with him.

“Y/N!” Fred smiled and opened his arms as you jumped him. George just laughed and said his hellos before beginning to walk off.

“What has got you in such a good mood?” Fred guffawed as you swung your body side to side.

“You wouldn’t believe what just happened!” You persisted and Fred raised an eyebrow.

“Well.. Today was the day Slytherin was choosing the new quidditch captain! And that’s.. Me!” You sung out and your grin only grew larger. Fred smirked and pulled you back in for a quick hug.

“Well you are the only Slytherin who is worth a damn anyways.”

“Fred!”

George :

He smiles and kisses your forehead.

“That’s fantastic. You’re still gonna get your ass handed to you in the match though.”

He will always bring it up as if you were the ringleader of a circus as well.

“Well you see my partner and their little pets..” “George!”

You had paced around the halls in disbelief, thinking about how you would tell your friends and most importantly your boyfriend about the news.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the intrusion. Speak of the devil and he will come. You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend, George, walked up to you.

“What are you doing pacing around? Did you just finish quidditch practice?”

You nodded at the question and gave him a small smile.

“Yeah I did. Actually they just named me as Slytherin’s new quidditch captain.” You stated bluntly and George’s eyes went wide.

“Really? That’s amazing.” George pulled you into a hug and pecked at the crown of your head. “You’re still going to get your ass beat on the quidditch field though. Got it?” You could only chuckle and roll your eyes at the comment.

“I don't recall it being opposites day George.” You smacked him and he grinned. “Cheeky. We will see.”

Harry :

Be prepared for the biggest hug of your life when you tell him.

“Guess I have some competition?” He elbows you and smiles.

He will always be there to listen to your rants/questions about how to direct the team. He doesn’t care if it’s ‘mingling with the enemies’.

Gryffindor’s team walked out on the field and you turned. Although you were happy to see your boyfriend you were also confused. You had made sure today was Slytherin’s day to practice.

“Why are you lot out here?” You yelled to Harry and he smiled.

“Well we need to train! Mcgonagall said we could share the pitch today.” You heard collective groans from your fellow house members behind you.

“Tell him the pitch is ours Captain!” One of the boys yelled from the back and you rolled your eyes.

“Captain?” Harry’s eye raised at the comment. You looked away flustered, having forgot to tell him earlier.

“Yeah. I’m the new Slytherin captain. Anyways we will have to share the pitch, he has a note.” You tell the team and mount your broom. Harry gives you a grin.

“Reckon a fake match couldn’t hurt, Captain?”

“You’re on, Captain.”

Draco :

Draco is SO proud.

He gets to brag about his partner to everyone now - not that he didn't before…

Definitely the type of guy to just stare and smirk while you’re trying to direct the team as well.

“Aye aye captain.” (insert a smirk and wink)

The team had huddled around after practice, a long sigh escaping your lips. Today was the day that the new Slytherin captain would be crowned. You couldn’t care less, much expecting Draco to get the spot. It’s not that you weren’t proud of him but a nice warm bath was really calling your name.

“Well team I’d like to announce the new Slytherin captain..” One of your friends said and everyone went silent. Said friend put her arms in the air and did a little wave towards you.

“It's Y/N!”

Your face dropped and everyone patted your back. That is until your boyfriend picked you up and cheered.

“You’re captain darling!” Draco grinned as he left a few small kisses to your cheek. You didn’t mind being captain but you had to say that his reaction was more exciting.

“This is crazy.” You let out a laugh and Draco smirks.

“Can I call you captain from now on?” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Absolutely not.”

Ron :

You're the CAPTAIN?

Ron is conflicted. On one hand he’s so proud of you and the other he’s a bit jealous.

He also is scared to go against you but he would never say that out loud.

“That’s.. Great. Wow.” (He tries his best)

Eventually he gets used to it and even uses it against Draco

“Well my partner is your captain so I’d watch your mouth, Malfoy”

You had walked into the Great Hall and looked for your boyfriend. Unsurprisingly enough he was stuffing his face with food and nodding along with whatever Harry was saying. You made your way over and planted your hands around the boys front.

“Hey.” You smiled as Ron looked up front his feast.

“Oh hey Y/N. Sit down.” Ron patted the seat next to him and you waved at Harry. The two talked for a while before Ron turned.

“How was quidditch practice?”

You chewed at your lip debating if you wanted to tell him the news now. Better late than never you supposed.

“It was good. I was actually made team captain.” You mumbled out and awaited his words. Ron’s mouth almost dropped to the floor along with his chicken.

“Captain?!” Ron almost screamed and you shushed him.

“Shhh! Yes!”

Ron seemed to be as still as a stone statue, Harry looking at him then back at you with a silent sorry. He gave you a thumbs up and then continued to mind his business.

“Ron?”

“Bloody hell. My partner is the Slytherin captain. I have to rub this in Malfoy’s face.” He blurted out and you groaned. Typical.

“I swear to god-“

“Have I ever told you how talented you are Y/N?”

Leave it to Ron to be a complete mess with words but still somehow leave you flustered.

“Oh shut it Weasley.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 11 months

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hi!! can i request grumpy!remus and sunshine!reader at a party and r wants to dance and remus is very grumpy about it but will always do whatever his girl wants him to

The Potter household was full to the brim, each room bursting with old classmates and colleagues of James and Lily, enough of them strangers to make Remus turn in on himself and shy into a corner.

He had a scowl on his face that was too deep for a twenty something year old, and despite Sirius’ best efforts, it wasn’t shifting.

“C’mon, it’s a party,” the darker hair boy intoned, clinking his bottle of beer against Remus’. “It’s supposed to be loud, it’s fun.”

But Remus crinkled his nose in reply, backing up against the wall when three girls stumbled past, shoes lost to the mess in the hallway, a bottle of wine clutched between them. The music was pounding, and Remus was sure James’ neighbours would be pounding on the door soon.

“I didn’t know James’ knew this many people,” Remus called out over the noise.

Sirius snorted. “I don’t think Lily did either.” He pointed to the frazzled looking redhead as she pushed through the crowd with a bin bag and a handful of empty glasses.

And just as Remus was about to call it a night - and argue with Sirius about leaving for at least twenty minutes - you appeared at his side, a little breathless and bright eyed.

Remus blinked, a slow smile taking over his gave at the sight of you, all ideas of going home alone to sulk leaving his mind. Sirius saw it happening, rolling his eyes at the sudden change in his friends demeanour.

“Hi, handsome,” you greeted fondly, reaching up to press a kiss to Remus cheek.

It landed a little off since he was so tall, the corner of your mouth brushing his and it made his cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink. Sirius tutted, offended, bending down to you and poking at his own cheek. You pressed another kiss there, much hastier and with a loud smack that made both boys smile.

Another song started up, louder than before but with a beat you recognised and loved. Your eyes lit up and you didn’t hesitate to pass Sirius the cup of something pink that you’d been cradling. You took Remus’ hand, a touch that felt like a livewire, and tugged experimentally.

“Dance with me?” You asked sweetly, your voice almost too soft to be heard over the music and the chatter. “Please?”

Sirius was about to laugh and offer your his own hand, ready to tell you that Remus Lupin did not dance. Even James was suddenly confused, watching from across the room with a bottle opener held aloft. Remus only hesitated for a second before he shoved his bottle of beer at Sirius too and let you lead him into the middle of the makeshift dance floor.

The coffee table was pushed back, as was an old armchair, and there were too many people to really do much more than move your hips and wave your arms. But it pushed you closer to Remus without having to make an excuse for it, the crowd of bodies pressing you against the boy’s chest. So you went with it, laughing when the rest of the crowd sung along drunkenly, jumping up and down to the beat. You took Remus’ hand, scarred and so much bigger than your own and helped him move the same way you did.

And if Remus had hated dancing before, he certainly didn’t now.

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where-is-vivian · 3 days

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Starchaser band au

Any trope or type

Maybe like them being rival bands but they are in a secret relationship and write and sing songs about eachother at their shows

Also maybe the media could find out about it because of the songs or something idk

gotcha.

JEGULUS. 623 words. RIVAL BANDS. AWARD SHOW.

"And the winner is... Regulus Black!"

Everyone was clapping. The entire room was suddenly plunged in the loud maelstrom of noise caused by the announcement. People stood up. James stood up too. He had been nominated in the best songwriter of the year category too, but he stood up.

The camera zoomed on his face; he knew cameras were on him, but he ignored them. He played it nonchalantly, standing up slowly, clapping like a fair loser, a little polite smirk at the corner of his lips. Truth was, he wanted to grin fully, to meet Regulus' eyes. Unfortunately, the latter had been sitting in the back, and James' assigned seat was front row.

Regulus walked up to the stage. Shook a few hands. Adjusted the microphone.

"Thank you. Thank you everyone. I am beyond grateful to be able to stand here in front of you today. If it wasn't for Evan telling me, four years ago, that I could write our bands songs, for trusting me with such an important part of our albums, I would never have gotten this opportunity."

He let out a chuckle, and waved somewhere in the crowd. James guessed he was waving at Evan, and at the rest of the Green Roses, Barty and Dorcas.

Sirius, next to James, elbowed him.

"He's being a bit arrogant, isn't he?"

James smiled downwardly, shrugging at his friend.

"You're not too upset he won instead of you? I know you two had this rivalry. I mean, our band won best performance, but..."

"No, I'm good," James soberly answered, eyes still fixed attentively on Regulus. His stylist had done his aura justice, tonight. James, at this point was not really listening anymore. He was instead drooling, in his seat front row, eyeing the man up and down in his lace top and his pretty pants showing off his ass. He only wanted one thing. Regulus for look at him. His prayers must have been heard somewhere because Regulus then looked down at him from the stage. Directly gazing at him without looking away. James didn't either.

"I've been pushed to always write the best songs. And I believe... there's a difference: between the songs that are meant to be sung, and the ones that are meant to be heard."

James grinned. So did Regulus. Both of their band's songs were meant to be heard... by each other. James knew the Green Roses' songs were about him. And he was more or less sure Regulus knew the Marauders' were about him too.

"I wrote songs meant to be heard. I wrote songs that were meant to be embodied. I think I am, today, lucky enough to say that the person meant to hear them has been able to see them performed several times."

James chuckled to himself, laughing with his nose.

"That's why I'd like to thank The Marauders. For always dragging James Fleamont Potter to our concerts. Thank you everyone," He concluded with the biggest and smugiest smirk ever, knowing look in James' direction, pushing the mic away and holding his trophy up one last time, under the scandalised and supportive cheers and whistles of the crowd.

James now couldn't stop the smirk blooming on his face. He knew the cameras were still pointed on him, and that he probably should keep a straight face. But he couldn't help it. Regulus looked so smug. Tongue poking his cheek, he ended up sliding his eyes back to his band mates. Remus, Lily and Marlene were looking at him with wide eyes from their seats. But the one that said something first was the one sitting at his right, Sirius, singer and guitarist. Accessoringly James' best friend. Accessoringly Regulus' brother.

"James?!" Sirius let out, jaw dropped but hint of a smile on his face, visibly shocked, as James struggled to keep his lips sealed into a neutral expression.

the end ;)

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lets-try-some-writing · 6 months

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I need a full fucking post about the children to sparklings au, I need tears of the families reunion. And that includes bee and smokescreen fucking booking it to that location. I need Optimus being a proud dad about Jack becoming a doctor. I need him intimidating Miko's partner. And I need him being silently ecstatic about one of his kids FINALLY BECOMING AN ARCHIVST

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE!!! I giveth YET ANOTHER addition to this AU at your behest. Enjoy :)

Previous part here.

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When Optimus gave himself to the Well, he knew what he was doing was going to hurt his sparklings. There had been no other option, but once he rejoined the Allspark and integrated with it enough to have a voice, he made his opinions as clear as day. He was forced into a dormant state off and on, as was customary for those who returned to their maker. However, whenever he was roused from his rest, he was highly vocal about his desire to return to the living realm so that he might be with those he left behind. He spent vorns upon vorns bitterly attempting to speak to his fellow Primes to convince them to give him new life. Thankfully, as soon as the threat of the Fallen came into play, they were willing to let him return to life at the cost of him doing their bidding whenever they required it.

To Optimus it felt like an absolute scam, but who was he to reject? Primus would only let him live again if he agreed to give up his memory. His fellows were the only ones who could pull strings to let him return largely unscathed. So if he had to be their lapdog in exchange for the right to life, then he would do what he had to. Besides, in the worst case, he was not against throwing himself back into the Well to avoid being turned into a tool to be used. As such, Optimus's spark was taken from the Well along with the Matrix of leadership and he was given a new frame to inhabit before promptly being thrown to Earth to fight for his life.

Cybertronians and humans present at the battle site took countless videos and pictures as Optimus and the Fallen fought one another with vicious brutality. Even as the battle raged, recordings were being uploaded to Cybertron and consequently the datanet at rapid fire speed. So when Optimus finally hauled himself out of the crater formed from his battle with the Fallen, word was already spreading. The team were on Cybertron reminiscing, but those who were once bound to Optimus sensed that connection stirring. They largely shrugged it off a mere oddity, but the closer Optimus came to arriving on Cybertron, the stronger that pull became. Out of all the sparklings, it was Jack, or rather Sirius who seemed to understand what was happening first.

The eldest of the former humans broke into a mad sprint and fell on his face in his hurry to get to where his spark felt compelled to see to. Bumblebee and Smokescreen were next to pick up the flare from Optimus's end of the bond and promptly began booking it toward where they felt the call was coming from. Rafael, or rather Alnair was similarly quick to get moving and attached himself to his sister as she hurried to take to the skies. Miko, or Tari flew through the skies faster than she ever had before, quickly surpassing her ground bound brethren in her haste. Alnair, from within her cockpit, hurriedly ran scans, desperately reciprocating love and affection and trying to work through tears. None of the sparklings could believe it, not after so long. But they could not deny it, there was no denying the adoration and love that sung in their sparks.

Optimus hardly had a chance to land on the ground before Tari transformed, flinging her brother off in her haste to get to her Sire. She promptly threw herself into Optimus's arms, not doubting for even a moment that it was him. Optimus merely dropped to a knee so that she could reach him better, and he cupped her face, running his digits along her cheeks as he sang softly. Tari wept but leaned into the touch that had long become but a memory. Optimus was back, her Sire was there, touching her face and looking at her with all the love and care in the world. All of her sparkling vorns were spent lost, without guidance. There was always something missing in her life, and she filled that void with aggression and then the family she found with the Wreckers. Now though? She could feel everything coming back together, as if a piece of her spark was being put into its proper place. She clung to Optimus's plating as Alnair stepped forward hesitantly.

The minicon was no fool. He knew that the mech before him was his Sire. But he had been so young when Optimus died. He hardly remembered his Sire even though his spark pulsed in recognition. To him, seeing Optimus was almost like meeting a long dead historical figure. He knew the stories, he knew Optimus's reasoning and choices. Alnair worked in the archives after all. And yet here he was, standing and venting as if he hadn't been dead for vorns. Optimus extending a servo toward him was all that it took to break Alnair from his desperate logical reasoning. He stepped forward slowly, but as soon as he neared the Prime, Optimus drew him in for a hug alongside his sister. He could not stop himself from shedding a few silent tears as his spark cried out, old scars aching now that what was thought lost was returned to him.

Sirius arrived third and skidded to a stop wheezing from exertion. He did not cry, he did not wail. No, he watched Optimus hold his siblings close, and only once Optimus smiled down at him did Sirius step forward and join the hug wordlessly. There was no need for communication between them at the moment. Sirius knew his Sire and had enough of his memories from his youth to feel relief over confliction. Optimus's passing damaged him deeply, but he was old enough to move on and know what his Sire did was worth it. He was willing and able to fill the void as best as he was able. But now that Optimus was back, sheer relief flooded his processors as at last, he no longer needed to remain the firm foundation for his siblings.

Smokescreen was not nearly as composed as Sirius when he arrived. So much stress and having to practically raise his younger siblings alone had him bawling the moment he crashed into Optimus and fit into the rather snug hug. Bumblebee did not cry, but he did squeeze Optimus tightly when he squeezed his way into the hug circle. Optimus for his part sang lovingly for what could have been nanokliks or up to a groon. However when at last all of his sparklings released him, he remained on his knees so that they could refamiliarize themselves with him. In any other situation it would be seen as uncalled for or even intrusive. But as Sirius touched Optimus's servos and mapped them with his digits, not a spark spoke a word. Tari examined Optimus's jetpack, lifting the wings and doing her best to be gentle as memories of flying with her Sire returned to her. Alnair focused on Optimus's windshield, touching the glass and leaning against the Prime to feel his spark. Smokescreen and Bumblebee merely touched Optimus's shoulders, neither needing much more to reaffirm the most basic part of their bond to him.

It was such a small thing, but Optimus did not stop his song as the rest of the team arrived and watched in total shock and awe as the Prime's sparklings acted on instinct to inspect and confirm that he was who their sparks proclaimed him to be. Only once they all settled did he speak.

"You have all grown so much during my absence. I lament that I could not be here to watch you develop, but if you would allow me, I would like to be part of your lives once more."

There was not any hesitation in the sparklings' answers. The team were shaken by their Prime's sudden return and Cybertron was thrown into absolute uproar as Optimus Prime quickly made himself known. Not a single mech on Cybertron was able to do a thing as Optimus took up a position as Head Archivist in the newly established government and then proceeded to go spend time with his sparklings while blowing all of his starting leave. The planet hardly had time to process that he was in fact alive again before Optimus appeared on national TV praising Sirius for achieving his doctorate in neuroscience, remarking fondly on Tari's perfect combat record, and hailing Alnair for becoming his apprentice.

Behind the scenes Optimus made a deal with all of his sparklings, one where he would spend a stellar cycle with each to begin to make up for lost time. He began with Tari simply because she was the most frantic. All of that time was spent with Tari showing Optimus her life and all her work. She had him watch her training, observe her skills in flight, and read through her records just to see her success amongst the records. Throughout it all Optimus showered her in affection, giving her hugs and singing to her on instinct whenever he was pleased. Tari did not care at all that Optimus was reacting to her actions as if she were still a sparkling. She loved it all and had no qualms against bringing her courting partner to meet her Sire. She was too happy about the situation to know when Optimus took her partner aside, putting a servo on their shoulder and smiling a little too wide to be comfortable.

"Treat her well, or you too may learn of the peace found within the Allspark"

The poor bot was terrified and went to Tari shaking. Tari assumed that it was simple nervousness and laughed it off, but Optimus kept smiling and made a point of showing that Tari was his sparkling whenever he could. He was not upset with her courting partner, but to Optimus, Tari was a tiny sparkling last he checked. Letting her go off to do whatever with a bot he did not know was something he needed time to handle.

Bumblebee and Smokscreen were next on his visit list, and the entirety of their gathering was comprised of the two brothers lamenting raising the trio alone. Optimus listened dutifully, offering hugs, cuddles, field comfort, and whatever else was required. He treated them as if they were young, making them energon and letting them unwind after vorns of stress. It was a month filled with tears on Smokescreen's end and centuries worth of stress finally being released from Bee's shoulders. Whenever Optimus wasn't playing therapist, his eldest sparklings took him everywhere and anywhere, showing him Cybertron and doing their best to make a show of their efforts to ensure his vision became reality. It was humorous to the Prime to watch his two eldest bicker over meaningless things before promptly becoming dead serious over different topics in record time. No matter how old they were, Optimus saw them as the two younglings he took under his care.

Chaotic as they were, they did not argue when Optimus went to Sirius next. Sirius for his part was far less excitable than Tari. All he wanted from Optimus was the chance to talk and catch up. And so that was what they did. A whole stellar cycle went by with Sirius sitting with his Sire, drinking diluted and flavored energon while discussing everything and anything in the local garden. Optimus practically beamed as he listened to all Sirius had to say about his life and the happenings on Cybertron. More than once he reached out to hold his sparkling's servos as Sirius spoke. The Prime did grow momentarily bitter over hearing of Sirius's habit of going to June's grave, but he did not let it show. Sirius was his sparkling, and he showed nothing but joy as the eldest of the former humans showed Optimus all his medical tools with glee, bringing back memories of when Sirius was far younger.

If Optimus quietly pulled some strings to ensure Sirius worked at the clinic closest to the archives, not a spark said a word. Sirius was a doctor and Optimus couldn't have been prouder.

Alnair though... he was a different situation. The youngest of the trio did not know Optimus as his elder siblings did. He was too young when Optimus died to know much. And so his time with Optimus amounted to working together in the Archives. Optimus was once an apprentice to Alpha Trion, and so despite the initial awkwardness, Optimus taught Alnair all he knew. The minicon was dead set on trying to leave as soon as possible and get a new line of work, but as Optimus weaved his tales of pre-war Cybertron and dutifully worked to teach Alnair, the youngest of the former humans warmed up to his Sire quickly. By the end of the stellar cycle, Alnair was just as excitable as Tari and bound himself to Optimus as his assistant minicon. Optimus did not object to having his sparkling with him all the time. How could he when FINALLY one of his line saw fit to appreciate his previous occupation prior to the war.

Optimus may or may not have commissioned a few private archival tools for Alnair, but again, that was something none would confirm. Optimus wanted to pamper his sparklings. Not even the Matrix could stand in his way. He was finally home and the sparklings finally had their Sire back. Cybertron was restored, peace achieved, and the people flourishing. What more could Optimus want?

Well family drama was certainly new, and adapting to a brand new era certainly had its downsides, but it couldn't be that bad, right?

Right?

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #bumblebee #smokescreen #rafael esquivel #jack darby #miko nakadai #tfp kids as sparklings #post war cybertron #sorry this took so long #but here it is!#there is plenty of room for further shenanigans in the future of this au or back in the past

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whorediaries-09 · 4 months

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dancing with our hands tied;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort, injuries, blood, potential part two. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- it's not the best but yeah.

the slut club

i'd kiss you as the lights went out

the death eaters had been berserk ever since sirius had been declared a free man. the daily prophet who had sung cruel, heinous ballads about his criminal record was singing beautiful lullabies about him, praising him, and his 'heroic acts'. he'd burned every single one of the newspapers, being profusely aggressive at the 'two-faced bastards'.

it was even more harsh upon you since you'd been the interrogator, the one who had helped him be free during his trial.

clutching the pain caused by your broken ribs and a broken limb, you tried to clear your head, trying to numb the pain. you tried to clear the numb sleepiness that was caused due to the pain, clearing the fog as you apparated to your house. you fell on the floor, the cold wood biting into your skin. it was a cruel flow of blood and dizziness, but you still managed to send a message to the order, even if you were unsure it would reach the order.

slowly feeing your breaths pass through your nasal cavity, you felt your eyelids close, laying numb upon your own blood as you gave into the darkness succumbed around you.

*****

it was a excruciating grasp upon your arm that woke you up. it was followed by a jab on your abdomen and chest, a result of your own panic. you lay under your sheets, your blood soaked clothes replaced by new, fresh ones. you could feel the bandage upon your numb skin.

you looked around the unfamiliar room, with dark gloomy walls. they weren't a contrast to the pair of gray stormy eyes yours met. his fingers lay intertwined with yours, as he looked down upon you with an utmost worry that hurt your poor heart.

's-sirius? where am i?' his voice was barely a whisper you caught onto when he replied,

'the order's headquarters,'

'w-why?'

'dumbledore got your message. he said it wouldn't be safe to put you in your own house. you're a prime nemesis of the death eaters,'

'so i've to be alone? here?'

the air seemed to be thick with exhaustion and indecision. your question seemed to be an imposition.

'no, i'll be here.' he answered, though at a loss of words himself. 'if you want me to be?'

even though the pain deafened your thinking capabilities, you weren't sure how you got here. you weren't sure how long you'd been passed out. you weren't sure how long the pain would've weighed down upon you, leaving an excruciating amount of questions you left unvoiced.

so under the dimlight, you observed his face. it was gray, but you knew he wouldn't admit he was sick. he knew the death eaters were after you because he was free because of you. he knew it made the death eaters drive into the edge of insanity, to torture you before they could end you. it felt as if he were bruised like violets, the throbbing blue of his nerves underneath his porcelain skin.

he squeezed your fingers, not brave enough to meet your eyes. perhaps it was survivor's guilt that punished him from inside, you squeezed his fingers back, trying to reassure him, that he didn't need to fall into a trap of guilt, he wasn't at fault.

'have you slept?' you asked, even though you knew the answer.

'a few naps here and there,' he answered. 'listen i-i'm sorry, you're in this situation because of me. if you hadn't gone out to defend me and interrogated me then you wouldn't be here-'

you clapped your palm over his mouth. it was as if watching wisteria grow right over your bare feet, as if you hadn't moved in years.

'i fight for justice sirius, not you. can you please sleep?'

'i-i can't leave you alone,' he answered, muffled through your palm.

you patted the space beside you. he looked at you, his eyes reflecting an unanswered question.

'you look warm,'

*****

it was as if a red rose grew out of an icy cold ground. the time didn't seem to stop, as the insurmountable pain was long forgotten. the scent of pancakes hung in the air, the hot tea placed before you as you nibbled on your toast. you were busy staring at sirius' back muscles under his linen shirt, as the light reflected through the sheer fabric.

through the days sirius had taken care of you, you had developed a connection with him, a deep provoking one. it was far from being friends, when in a drunk haze he'd cried to you, opening about himself, his past and his insecurities. he'd pressed his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek, expressing his desire to kiss you, at least once. he told you how he'd been so scared when he'd found you barely breathing in your apartment. you remember stroking his hair, thinking he'd spit out those words out of guilt.

'here's your pancake,' he said, serving it hot on a plate, topped with butter and honey. you took a sip of your tea before thanking him. he sat beside you, cutting into his pancake, which he'd topped with whipped cream and honey.

'that's a weird combo,' you commented. he shrugged his shoulders, biting into his food.

'sirius,'

'hm?'

'thank you.' he stared at you flabbergasted.

'what for?'

'for taking care of me. i-i'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for you-'

he slapped his palm over your mouth. he stared into your eyes, an intense hotness pooling into his stomach as he neared your face. he scanned your eyes, an abyss of unreadable emotions he wanted to decipher, the curve of your nose and your tangled hair tied in a bun. even in a morning haste, he thought you looked beautiful. you brought out so much in him, it made him afraid. of what exactly he didn't know. he felt like something when you made him laugh, when you listened to him, when you were around. you were the only one who didn't look at him with eyes of pity, someone who'd escaped the hands of unjustified law.

'don't ever fucking say that. i did all this because i love you,' he grazed his temple with yours. it was a momentary bliss he supposed. in his head, you'd move away, go back to your house after you'd processed his words.

instead, you stroked your hand over his cheek. he felt your breathing palpitate, your heartbeat matching his when you neared his lips.

'i know,'

his breathing intensified. he gazed at your lips, his fingers stroking your cheek. he tucked stray hairs behind your ear, his lips almost brushing yours.

'we shouldn't,'

'i know,'

'fuck it,'

fireworks. it was as if red white and blue painted the sky, when he submitted into his desire, getting lost in your lips. his stomach erupted into a thousand butterflies as you melted under his touch. because god forbid you were made just for him. you were his drug, and what wouldn't he do to overdose.

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goblinpuppy35 · 2 months

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Out of Place Together

University Remus x Male Reader

(Previous Chapter) - Part 2

Summary: An academia-core themed story about the Marauders during their final year of university in the Muggle world. Soon after meeting each other Remus begins to fall for one of Sirius' friends Y/N another shy student.

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It was 5:35 am and Y/N was in the university library. It wasn't his original plan to be hunting the long corridors of tall bookshelf this early but his inconsiderate housemates had chosen 3 am on a Thursday morning as the perfect time to come home after a extensive night of clubbing. There return had not annoyed him greatly, Y/N accepted he was a light sleeper, what more annoyed him was his housemates insistence on coming home to continue there intense audio intact of drum and bass music but hooking up their speakers in the kitchen and jumping up and down until the clock on Y/N's nightstand which painfully remained him of what time it was, was shaking and jumping itself.

This was not the first time Y/N's housemates had done this and despite the results of limited sleep turning Y/N into something which resembled a dishevelled and angry badger, Y/N was also an incredibly non confrintational person. Therefore once his shaking alarm clock woefully passed 4 in the morning he made the decision to get up. Flinging his notebook and some books into his bag and putting on his long black coat on as he briskly walked down the stairs, ignoring the loud chaos coming from the kitchen and left through the front door. Y/N had felt the temptation to slam it behind him but with his housemates speakers on at full blast he doubts the passive aggressive gesture would have even been registered.

Now at the library Y/N felt a lot calmer, the warm morning light was starting to shine through the large windows and highlight spots on the carpeted floor. Y/N happily spent a peaceful morning writing and reading until his stomach began to grumble, so he wondered to the universities cafeteria to pick up a sandwich and a peppermint tea. Cradling the warm cardboard cup as he rested his back against the buildings wall outside in the smoking area Y/N suddenly thought back to being at James and Sirius' house and how their housemate Remus started to make Y/N's tea for him. This made Y/N smile to himself a little before returning to his cigarette. It assumed him how flattered he was by the gesture, a rather minor act of kindness, nevertheless one which took Y/N by surprise. Y/N contemplated whether he needed a new found sense of self worth as he finished his food and returned back to the library.

The afternoon rolled on by and Y/N was still happily spending his time in the library as he often did if he wasn't in his own department. At this point he was running his finger across the spines of the books in the 'Art and Illustration ' sections, looking for something specific. "Hello again." sung a low voice suddenly taken Y/N out of his tunnel vision searching. Standing in the hallway between the shelves stood someone whose tall figure almost surpassed the height of the shelves themselves. At first Y/N recognised the baggy jumper before he recognised the handsome face of the man he'd met earlier that week. "Remus! hello" a mixture of surprise and delight came through in Y/N's voice which he instantly felt embarrassed by. "Not interrupting am I?" Remus asked pleasantly surveying the rows of books in front of them "oh no, no not at all, I was just looking for something. A book about northern landscapes painted in the Romantic period." "Ah I see" Remus replied in a low purring like sound pushing his shoulder off the shelf and starting to look at the books on the top row. Y/N stared at him befuddled for a moment before silently returning to his search as well. A moment of silence passed between them. "So, if your looking up art books I can assume your an art student?" Remus asked still looking at the books, Y/N did the same as he answered. "No, well sort of. I'm a drama student but I'm not into acting or anything. I'm studying to be a theatre technician you know building sets, rigging and doing the lighting mainly". "Oh, so while everyone is watching the stage your the one in the little room above all the seats making the lights switch on and off" Remus mused as he gently pulled down a book and handed it towards Y/N, eyes still locked on scanning the shelf. Y/N took it and smiled "Yeah exactly, though we call that little room the box", after saying this Remus turned to face Y/N his eyes bright with amusement, "oh really?" he smiled and Y/N found himself getting lost in the corners of his raised lips. He felt a weak for a moment and then incredibly tense.

Remus was able to help Y/N find several useful books which he explained he wanted to look through for lighting inspiration for an upcoming play. Sitting across a table together in a corner of the library the two men sat, Y/N hunched over several large open books, flicking through the pages and making notes while Remus sat pressed into the corner against the wall, feet propped up on the seat next to him while he read his own book. He had not asked to sit with Y/N nor did Y/N ask him to however they appeared to find each others company relaxing. The afternoon gradually transformed into evening.

Before starting his third book Y/N looked up and titled his head in Remus' direction, "Your and English student right?" Remus hummed in agreement without looking up from his page. "So why have I never seen you in the library before?" with this question Remus smiled and looked up "I get most of my books from charity shops, they are always teaming with them and selling them for basically nothing". "Well that explains the mound of books flooding your guys living room" Y/N said with a small grin, "You should see my bedroom!" Remus chuckled with a sense of pride. The thought of Remus' bedroom gave Y/N the same weak then tense feeling he felt before, this feeling then increased when Y/N wondered if that was an actual invitation.

A wave of energy was about to burst upon their tranquil evening as Sirius burst through the library doors. Resulting in a sharp shush from the libraries desk. "Sirius! You alright?" Y/N asked pleased to see his friend. He believed this was the first time he's ever seen Sirius inside the library and not outside in the smokers corner. "Oh hello you too!" Sirius was noticeable taken a back seeing Y/N and Remus together but quickly his mind refocused and he grabbed Y/N's shoulders. "Y/N please I need your help. I'm handing in my course work tomorrow and I haven't finished it yet". "STILL?" blurted out Remus, "oh shut up Mooney! since your here you will need to help me too. Y/N I promise I've written all the personal analysis I just need some help finding case studies and you know this library so well and" Sirius' words began to drift off and his face took on the expression of a melting puppy, it made Y/N laugh more then feel sympathetic, regardless he agreed to help. With a long sigh Remus also rose from his chair to help look for relevant books in the psychology section.

The evening yawned on and grow dark, the groups table was now littered with books and pages of Sirius' coursework. He frantically scribbled in paragraphs as the other two handed him books, open on the key pages. Every now and then Y/N would look up and across the table and lock eyes with Remus, they would smile at one another, primarily because of silliness of the situation they were in, but Y/N also got the sense that they liked to look at one another, he did at least.

Several hours later in victory Sirius pumped his fist into the air, clutching his pen, "I'm done! Victory is mine. Thank you again for helping me, really". "Anytime" Y/N said ruffling his friend's long black hair through his fingers jokingly before he started to collect the assortment of books to return them. "Oh by the way what time is the play tomorrow?" Sirius asked leaning back in his chair, "what play?" Remus chimed in looking confused. "The play my year is putting on for this semester. It's the opening night tomorrow. That's what I was researching for" Y/N explained. "What! Pads you dick making him help you out when he's got to prep for a bloody play" Remus said kicking Sirius' tilt back chair making it wobble, forcing the more relaxed of them to panic and then grip the edge of the table. "No no really it's fine, us technicians are never allowed in the theatre to prep for a play until the morning before. It's too much in demand. The set has already been built and I have a lighting plan and everything for tomorrow. I was just doing extra research today for what colours I wanted to use". Hearing this Remus' face relaxed however he still seemed mildly annoyed with Sirius. "Anyway it starts at 7:30 pm Sirius. I'll be in from 7:30 am doing all the prep I can before the actors get there" Y/N added extra empathise on the "am" followed by a weak laugh. He loved his theatre lighting but show weeks were always brutally draining. Sirius looked at his watch quickly "It's already pretty late Y/N. The last bus might have already gone. Do you want to crash on our sofa again?". "Thank you but I can't, I have my script and cue sheet all at home" Y/N said with a sigh looking at his own watch "I'm sure a bus will come along its fine". "Nope" interjected Remus shoving his book into his bag then swinging it over his shoulder as he got up "I'll drive you home come on". Y/N wanted to object but truthfully he was grateful for the offer, "Wow. you know he never busts out his car for me" Sirius said playfully while putting on his own jacket. "Finish your course work on time and maybe I'll consider it" Remus retorted back, he lightly placed his hand on Y/N's upper arm guiding him to follow. This contact made Y/N's breath hitch for a moment despite the touch being so delicate. Y/N was transfixed on Remus long slender fingers, coming back to reality he waved goodbye to Sirius and they left the library.

In the dark car park only a few circles of garish orange light from the streetlamps highlighted the ground. One spotlighted the only car left in the parking lot a beaten up second hand blue one. "The real reason I don't give people lifts is I can't afford that amount of petrol" Remus said with a smirk as he reached the driver's side, fiddling with the key to open the car. "Well in that fact thank you really. Your helping me out a lot here" Y/N said as he waited, with a click the inside light in the car switched on and the doors popped open. Before dunking into the driver seat Remus straighten his figure and rested his hand on the cars roof, looking across to Y/N, "It's my pleasure". 'You really mean that' thought Y/N as he looked at the man's honest blue eyes, his chest tensed again.

As they began to drive across town Remus opened the cassette player and ask Y/N to pick something to listen to. Opening the glove compartment in front of him Y/N was welcomed with a flood of cassettes, some falling onto his knees. Rummaging through the box he was able to find Rush's album 2112, "an excellent choice" Remus remarked as he popped the cassette in and soon music filled the car as they drove into the night. Y/N watched the streetlamps in formation pass the car window, he felt very relaxed, it was rare he found traveling so easy. After giving him the address it took about 30 minutes before Remus' car reach Y/N's house, the Rush album was about half way through when the car stopped as did the music. "This is where you live?" Remus asked looking around and then pursed his lips realising that was a slightly impolite thing to say. "It's okay I know it's a shithole but it's cheap" thought this was what Y/N said he was reluctant to get out of the car. Thankfully there were no deafening drum and bass music pulsing from the house meaning his housemates were most likely out.

He thanked Remus again for the lift and then made his way to the front door. As he turned his key in the front door and started to step inside Y/N turned seeing Remus car still there on the street. In the dark night Remus hunched over his stiring wheel watching Y/N was framed like a painting in the car light. Y/N waved at him and Remus gestured back with his own little wave and then his engine weered into gear and he began to drive away. Y/N shut the front door behind him and made his way upstairs smiling. All these kind deeds were going to get to his head.

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hotdamnitsmoony · 4 months

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what i think the marauders favourite tv show would be - based on my favs :)

james - stranger things. he’d watch it because everyone was raving about it and then become emotionally invested in the characters. he thinks the concept of the monsters is really cool but also very terrifying. he’d definitely make everyone else watch it too, and he’d be mouthing along the lines while they did. his favourite character would be steve harrington, because i think they’re pretty similar. the episode he’d like the most would be s4 ep6.

regulus - the rain on netflix. it’s a kinda disturbing show about an apocalyptic world where the rain literally kills you if it touches you and there’s a whole thing with sibling betrayal and i just feel like he’d eat it up. his favourite character would be lea or kira. he would really love dystopian and apocalyptic shows in general tbh. his favourite episode would be the cult one, because it explores religion in an apocalyptic world.

sirius - greys anatomy. i’ve said this before but he would secretly LOVE greys, even if he won’t admit it. his favourite character is addison montgomery, closely followed by mark sloan. the episode he likes the most is the musical episode but if you ask him, he hates it. also he would so do the superhero pose amelia shepherd does before her surgeries before he does anything important.

remus - the society. it’s a dark, weird and kinda obscure show that only had one season because of covid but he’d love it. he’d bring it up in conversation with everyone and ask them what they’d do if all adults suddenly disappeared, which would obviously have varying responses. he’d complain about not getting a satisfying ending to it all the time. his favourite character is sam or kelly definitely. he can’t choose a favourite episode because literally so much happens in every one.

lily - the good place. i’ve also said this before, but i just genuinely think she’d love it. it’s a show that she would watch while knitting or studying, because it’s easy to follow and funny. she’d definitely quote it a lot and it’d create some great & healthy conversations between the marauders about mortality, morals and death. her favourite character is janet!

pandora - a series of unfortunate events. she’d love this show wholeheartedly. it’s so messy and reminds her of the odd things that seem to keep happening to her. she’d know the “that’s not how the story goes” song and sing it all the time, though she’d change the lyrics to fit whatever situation or drama is going on. her favourite character is sunny, and she started wearing more bows in her hair because of violet! her favourite episode would be s2 ep3!

mary - desperate housewives. she would love the drama, the betrayals and the overall storylines. she’d know every little thing about it, from all the names of lynette’s children to mrs mccluskey’s backstory. her favourite character is gabby solis and she will take no criticism. her favourite episode is the one where carlos’ mum falls down the stairs.

marlene - glee. i genuinely believe she’d know every single big song and wouldn’t stop singing them. you hear “Don’t Stop Belivin’” being sung (badly) in the hallway? it’s marlene. her favourite character is santana lopez and she knows the entire monologue that she says to kurt in season 6. she constantly complains about this show but really does love it. her favourite episode is the klaine & brittana wedding!

dorcas - heartbreak high! she’d love the petty drama and storylines that happen in this show, and she’d so create her own “map” but put concealment charms on it because unlike harper and amerie she’s smart enough not to get caught. her favourite character would be ca$h or harper, and the episode she likes the most would be ep4.

barty - how to sell drugs online (fast)! this show is so hilarious and i really think he’d enjoy it. he’d smell the plot twists coming a mile away but he’d still love it, and probably make evan watch it with him. his favourite character is moritz because he’s just such an idiot and he sort of reminds him of himself, though i feel like he’d love lisa too. he would say that he doesn’t have a favourite episode because he loved it all.

evan - the umbrella academy. he would compare the dysfunctional family to the marauders nonstop. he’d love the way it explores time travel and superpowers, and would spend hours in the library researching if it was possible because he’d get hyper fixated on it of course. his favourite character is klaus (no surprise there lol) and he literally cried during that one episode in season 3. his favourite episode is the first ever one.

(as always, these are my own opinions!! i’ve personally watched all these shows and love them all very much!! this took a while to make but we move who needs a sleep schedule anyway. )

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hii! I'm also shifting to marauders era, do you have any shifting stories of there? Would love to hear them!

hi hi hi yes i doooooooo

Marauders Era Stories

James once tried to push me into the Black Lake and I sidestepped before he could so he fell instead. 10/10 moment Sirius and I were on the ground cackling at him

Remus plays piano in my DR (I didn't script this??) and one day we found an abandoned piano in what i think was the Room of Requirement (I can never remember where it is) and he played and sung and it was absolutely beautiful, Lily and I's jaws were on the floor.

At Lily's birthday party, James drunkenly stood up on the table, confessed his undying love for her, admitted to knowing she would reject him at every turn, but promised that he would never stop, even when he was old and decrepit and couldn't get out of his chair to piss (yes, he said this. yes, i watched it happen. yes, he fell off the table.)

Okay so I scripted that I can destroy Horcruxes very easily so when Regulus first came home with the locket, I took it from him, crushed it underneath my heel, said "well, that's the end of that!" and walked away as he stared at me in complete confusion. Greatest day of my life.

Marlene got a concussion from one of Sirius's bludgers and now she brings it up every time she has a headache or any mild pain in a wide radius to her head. And see the thing is, Sirius ACTUALLY FEELS SO GUILTY FOR HITTING HER WITH IT so every time she brings it up he gets so frazzled and he apologizes like twenty times in between swearing

Speaking of swearing, when Sirius first met my little brother (who was ten at the time) he did the thing where you swear in front of a kid and then you swear because you swore in front of a kid? Allow me to demonstrate:

*sirius drops a mug of coffee at my feet* sirius: fuck! *notices my little brother in the room* shit. fuck! shit. me: just??? stop talking??????

To this day I don't know how this happened but Regulus convinced me to go skinny dipping in the middle of autumn (which is already very cold there), which led to both of us shivering like leaves in the Black Lake and fearing that the giant squid would come and snatch us away to our watery graves.

I MET NEWT SCAMANDER I SHIT YOU NOT. I was at Flourish & Blotts looking at FBAWTFT (and possibly reminiscing on that DR perhaps) and suddenly I see this older man looking around the same section. I don't quite remember what tipped me off, but I knew quite instantly that it was Newt. Now, in my FBAWTFT DR, Newt told me that he absolutely hates when people come up to him to ask for autographs on the book and such because it just makes him very anxious, so when he noticed me looking at him in F&B, I just smiled slightly and nodded once in acknowledgement. And he gratefully did the same.

I did in fact go back to my FBAWTFT DR the next night because that encounter made me miss him sooooooo bad

I hope these give you some motivation to shift there! It truly is my shifting roots and I have a special place in my heart for that DR and the people in it

#shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #marauders #marauders era #marauders shifting #shifting to marauders era

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 2 years

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hey💕 do you happen to have some tonks and teddy headcanons? i never see headcanons with them, since it's always about teddy and remus (not that i don't LOVE them, it's just that i would like to see the other side too) have a great day🤍

this is a GREAT ask. Dad!Remus is popular, but Mum!Tonks doesn't get the love she deserves. Let's gooooooo! (Caveat: a lot of these are for an AU in which Tonks survives)

Tonks gets a Weird Sisters onesie for Teddy to wear immediately after he's born. He poops right through it.

The only cleaning spell Tonks masters is for nappies, out of sheer necessity.

Tonks and Teddy's moods and hair colors are similar; when they're both angry, it goes red or orange. When they're asleep, midnight blue. But their happy colors differ, pink and turquoise, and it's very easy to tell when Teddy is unhappy.

Remus decided Teddy's name, after Ted Tonks. His middle name was going to be Sirius, but Tonks decided last minute it would be Remus, because she wanted her son to be named after the two most important wizards in her life. Edward Remus Lupin.

At first, Tonks is afraid to hold Teddy because she's clumsy, but surprisingly, she's never clumsy when she has Teddy in her arms. She calls him her lucky charm.

Teddy likes to change his hair color based on who he sees. To challenge him, Tonks makes her hair multiple colors and watches Teddy's hair look like a confused rainbow.

Teddy is really chatty when he's little, like Tonks. But he's got more of Remus' personality, so he gets concerned over little things, like if something is out of order. He likes to correct people if they say or do something wrong. It drives Tonks crazy but she loves him anyway.

Teddy likes story time with Remus, but he LOVES it with Tonks, because she does voices and noses for all the animals or people in the stories. He learns to copy and then they both have a ton of fun reading fairy tales.

Tonks coaches Teddy to say "dada" as his first word. She does it by teaching Teddy how to clap so the first time Remus hears Teddy say "dada," he walks into a room and Teddy is clapping at him. Tonks is super proud of herself and Teddy, because they make Remus cry happy tears.

Tonks likes to teach Teddy about the moon and stars. Remus still hates the moon, but Tonks wants to show Teddy how beautiful it can be. Teddy's the best at Astronomy.

Tonks likes to teach Teddy about Muggle things, to honor Ted's Muggleborn heritage, and Remus' Muggle mother.

Tonks sings weird songs to Teddy, ones she makes up, and then he repeats the songs in unusual places, much to Tonks' embarrassment or joy. Teddy's rendition of "Teapots Full of Hot, Stinky Poo" is sung loudly and proudly at the Leaky Cauldron.

Tonks takes Teddy to his first concert, The Weird Sisters, when he's five. He loves it and decides he wants to be a drummer. Tonks and Remus become even better at Silencing Charms.

When Teddy is sorted to Hufflepuff, Tonks sends him happy Howlers announcing how proud she is of him. She also sends him ll her old Hufflepuff stuff.

When Remus is transformed as a werewolf, Tonks plays lots of games with Teddy to keep his mind off of it. When he's at Hogwarts, he becomes Hufflepuff's game master, leading lots of matches of Exploding Snap, Gobstones, and Wizard's Chess, at every full moon.

Finally, Tonks teaches Teddy all about "constant vigilance." Teddy likes to morph into other people at Hogwarts and shout "constant vigilance" at them, to keep them on their toes, and Tonks gets a sternly worded letter from Professor Sprout asking her to please stop trying to make a mini Mad-Eye Moody run Hufflepuff house.

#remadora #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #remus x tonks #remus x nymphadora #tonks x lupin #lupin x tonks #tonks #teddy lupin #hufflepuff #edward remus lupin #pro remadora #pro remus lupin #pro nymphadora tonks

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ellecdc · 2 months

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Her darling

I was wondering if I could request Sirius black with a short gf? Something cute and fluffy or generally anything you like to go with because your writing is just immaculate.

(I’m not even sure if 5’3 is counted as short but I’ve always been the shortest among my friends so yeah)

Love you and your wonderful blog 🩵🩵

Hahaha I’m 5’3 too - stopped growing first out of all my friends so that was devastating lol. Thanks for your request babes!! 🫶

Sirius Black x short fem!reader

CW: teasing about height, fluff

Sirius was beginning to regret agreeing with James, Remus, Peter, and Lily to go to the muggle amusement park. Sirius was already one of the shortest amongst his friends, save Pete and Lily who both clocked in at 5’8, meaning most of his day was spent trying to climb onto Remus’ back in order to spot you in the crowd.

“For the love of Merlin, Sirius, I am not that short.” You seethed as you snagged Sirius’ arm, pulling him down (rather roughly) from Remus’ hips.

You could tell Remus didn’t particularly appreciate Sirius using him as a human stepladder, but he couldn’t help but appreciate the teasing opportunity it lent to the group.

“Poor darling,” Lily murmured in faux sympathy, “we’re going to have to find you one of those child leashes that parents attach to their child’s wrists.”

“Sod off, the lot of you.” You groaned and crossed your arms petulantly over your chest.

“Uh oh, almost nap time?” James commented, which earned him a kick in the shin. “Ouch! Okay, okay. Merlin.” He muttered as he moved well out of your kicking range.

“Sorry dollface,” Sirius sung to you, not sounding sorry at all. “I just worry; don’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

You moaned again but didn’t bother gracing him with a response.

You’d been waiting in the summer heat for the newest rollercoaster that was all the rage of this little town when you were nearly at the front of the line.

“Okay, quick. Y/N, stand here – we need to make sure you’re tall enough.” Peter called. And now you were mad – even Peter was taking a go at you!

“Are you- I will not!” You sputtered.

“Ma’am, please step forward.” The bored teenage attendant said, causing everyone in line to turn and look at you.

You burned with shame and more than a little bit of rage as you stepped forward obediently, standing beside the cardboard height measurement tool in the shape of cartoon giraffe which had a speech bubble above him reading “riders must be this tall to ride!”

Sure enough, you were indeed tall enough to ride, and were told to return to your spot in line with the same bored tone as you were beckoned forth in.

You moved back to the group; Remus, Peter, and Lily all looking as if they were about to suffocate under the effort to restrain their laughter, Sirius and James having no such qualms were laughing boisterously.

You spent the rest of the time in line with your arms crossed, pointedly ignoring any of your friends attempts to converse with you.

“Oh my love.” Sirius cooed and stepped up behind you, hooking his head over your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your middle, using his hands to try and pry your own arms from your body. “I’m sorry, dolly. I didn’t think the attendant would join in.”

“You’re an arse.” You muttered back.

“I’m your arse.”

“That’s not a romantic thing to say.”

“What would be a romantic thing to say?”

“That you love me.” You admitted shyly; glad that he couldn’t necessarily see the state of your cheeks, though he could likely feel the heat emanating from them from his place on your shoulder anyways.

Sirius cooed again and turned you in his grasp, peppering kisses all over your face. “I thought that was a given?”

You moaned petulantly again. “No. You’ve been so mean to me.”

“I’m sorry, lovie.” He cooed, sounding slightly more sorry than he had before. “If I was nice to you, that would mean I didn’t love you. That’s why I never make fun of Remus.”

“Oi!”

“I love you.” He proclaimed, ignoring Remus’ outcry. He leaned in closer, whispering so only you could hear it. “I’ll even beat up the attendant for embarrassing you – how about that?”

You considered his offer, eyeing up the bored worker ushering riders through the gates.

“Probably best you don’t – looks like a student’s summer job. You could end up in muggle jail for assaulting a minor.”

Sirius hummed in acknowledgement, lips attached to your forehead. “Worth it to avenge my little lovie.”

“Out of all of us, do you really love me the least?” Remus commented, interrupting your conversation.

“Of course not, Moons. I obviously tease Evans the least.”

“Hey!”

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black fic #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius black one shot #sirius x reader #ellecdc fics

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jada-lockwood · 1 year

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THE 9 TIMES REGULUS BLACK WANTED HIS BROTHER AND THE ONE TIME HIS BROTHER WANTED HIM

Not proof read but oh well. I had an idea and ran with it.

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The first time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was three. Walburga had found sticky handprints over an otherwise pristine glass cabinet. She had lashed at him with the cane that sat by the fireplace. Regulus cried for his brother. His brother would never hurt him like this. And he didn’t. Sirius sung songs to him as Regulus calmed down, and then he had cleaned off any remaining marks left on the cabinet before their parents saw them. Sirius was home to Regulus now.

The second time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was seven. Sirius had been bought a broom by their Uncle Alphard. Regulus was not allowed one as his uncle believed him too young. So Regulus decided to sit by the window and watch Sirius try out the broom from a distance. Regulus wanted his brother then. Wanted him to look up and beckon him down. Wanted him to sneak Regulus out to have a go on the broom. Or maybe he wanted Sirius to pay as much attention to him as he did the broom.

The third time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was ten. Sirius had gone to Hogwarts this year and been sorted into Gryffindor. Regulus received a beating that night, so that he knew that Slytherin was the only acceptable house. Regulus wanted Sirius to come home to wipe away the blood, to tell him that it didn’t matter what house he got into because Sirius would love him either way. Regulus wanted Sirius to come home for Christmas. But he didn’t that year.

The fourth time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was 12. He had tried out for the quidditch team and gotten a place as seeker. He so desperately wanted to turn and see Sirius’ proud look on his face when he realised his little brother had become a seeker. But Sirius wasn’t there. He was with his friends instead, probably playing pranks, possibly getting detention. So Regulus turned to Evan Rosier instead.

The fifth time that Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was fourteen. He had been studying in the library with Rosier and Crouch Jr when he overheard Sirius. He had been boasting that him and James had pulled off a foolproof prank on a Slytherin in the year above for hexing a first year. Sirius looked so proud of James. Regulus wished Sirius could be proud of him, to boast about him that way, but he wouldn’t. Regulus wanted Sirius to be proud of him, wanted him to sling his arm over Regulus’ shoulder instead of James’. But he didn’t.

The sixth time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was fifteen. Sirius had told his brother that he would leave the house that night, that he’d go to the Potter’s mansion instead. That Regulus could go with him, away from their parents. Regulus wanted his brother to stay, or maybe to persuade him to leave as well. But Sirius just sighed and walked out. Regulus cried into Sirius’ pillow that night, and every night for the next two weeks. Regulus wanted his brother back so he could tell him he had packed a bag to leave. But Sirius never returned.

The seventh time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was 16. His mother had dragged him out to a meeting. He thought it would be dull until he saw Rosier. But then Orion had grabbed them both by the shoulders and led them into a second room. This room haunted Regulus for months to come. As he looked down at the swirling ink forced upon his left wrist, he wished for his brother. Regulus wanted Sirius to storm in and save him from this fate, but it never happened. His chest aches this time, more than but ever had before. Regulus wanted his brother, but Sirius would never want Regulus now that he had this mark.

The eighth time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was seventeen. Sirius had left Hogwarts and was still living at the Potter’s. Regulus heard he had been learning to become an auror and hoped he never had to run into him during his outings with fellow death eaters. Regulus had heard one day that the Dark Lord had become immortal. Horcruxes he had overheard. Nasty bit of dark magic that was, but now Regulus had a plan. He wanted his brother to find him. Just so he could pass on a message about his findings. Just so he could be proud that his brother was finally defying their parents like Sirius did all those years ago. But he never crossed paths with him.

The ninth time Regulus Black wanted his brother was when he was eighteen. June 28th, 1979. Three days after his birthday, Regulus wanted his brother. Earlier that week, the Dark Lord had asked for a house elf. Earlier that week, Kreacher almost died. But now, Regulus knew where one of those nasty horcruxes was hiding. June 28th, Regulus had a plan. Kreacher took Regulus to the place that the Dark Lord had taken him, stupidly thinking the house elf would have died or been killed by the Black heir for his weaknesses now. June 28th, Regulus sliced his hand open, and boarded that little boat over to the island in the centre of that cave. June 28th, Regulus had drank that potion. He saw visions of his life, every time that Sirius had left him for James. Every time that Sirius had looked at him in disappointment. Every time his brother looked at Potter, his new brother, and his new family. Inferi were closing in quickly now, and with a simple command, he sent Kreacher away with the locket to return to Grimmauld Place. Regulus lay there, quiet and peaceful then. His job was done and his brother would be proud. His brother. Regulus had scrawled a quick note and deposited it in the basin where the locket used to sit. (R.A.B.) Sirius would know it was him. Sirius would be proud. Sirius. He wanted Sirius. Sirius was home. He would make it all better. Regulus couldn’t feel when the tears slipped down his cheeks, couldn’t feel when the inferi ripped at his skin and pulled him below the water. Regulus wanted his brother to see the note, to see that he hadn’t disappointed Sirius. Sirius could look at him like he did James. Like a brother again. Regulus’ last thought was that he had done is brother proud, finally. But Sirius never found out what Regulus had done and was never proud.

Sirius Black wanted his brother when he was 19. He had seen in the Daily Prophet that Regulus Black had gone missing as was presumed dead. He had cried into James’ arms that night. He wished he had spoken to Regulus more, that maybe he could have prevented this death. Sirius Black wanted his brother again, wanted to ruffle his unruly hair, wanted to swing an arm around his shoulders again, wanted to smile at him once more. Sirius held out hope that Regulus wasn’t really dead because then he could tell him that he was proud, so very proud of him and that he could come and live with the Potter’s too. But Regulus was not found while Sirius lived. And when he killed Peter for betraying James and Lily, he hoped he could die too so that he could see his brothers one last time.

#marauders #marauders angst #angst #sirius orion black #regulus deserved better #regulus black

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eylipso · 2 months

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who lives, who dies, who tells your story (marauders+skittles)

okay, so some parts of this are NOT good AT ALL but that's okay because it's silly

sung for regulus after they learn he died.

james: let me tell you what i wish i'd known,

when i was young and dreamed of glory,

you have no control.

who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

james: barty crouch jr.

barty:

i give him this; his thought process is a work of genius. (my brain died with this part)

i couldn't undo it if i tried-and i tried.

who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

barty: evan rosier.

evan: he took our school from inequality to equality. (wow)

i hate to admit it, but he doesn't get enough credit for all the credit he gave professors.

who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

pandora: every other marauder's story gets told.

every other marauder gets to grow old.

james: but when you're gone, who remembers your name?

who keeps your flame?

who tells your story?

sirius: i went back to grimmauld's place.

i stopped wasting time on tears, i live another fifty years, it's not enough.

i interview every slytherin who stood by your side.

skittles: he tells our story

sirius: i try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings, you really do write like you're running out of time.

i rely on pandora, while she's alive we tell your story.

she was buried in blackmere cemetery near you, when i needed her most she was right on time.

but i'm still not through, i ask myself what would you do if you had more time?

the lord and his kindness, he gives me what you always wanted, he gives me more time.

i raise funds in hogwarts for gender equality.

james: he tells your story

sirius: i speak out against elf slavery, you could've done so much more if you only had time.

and when my time is up, have i done enough? will they tell my story?

oh i can't wait to see you again.

it's only a matter of time.

#marauders #slytherin skittles #who lives who dies who tells your story #this was fun to write #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Hi lovely, what are your head cannons for the lions music taste because im certain theres a secret cardi b stan in there somewhere but i cant quite decide if it would be talker or one of the cubs

So this is a tough question, because I have an answer, but it physically hurts me. The Lions are all professional athletes. They listen to jock music and have "Hype Playlist #24" in their phones.

THAT BEING SAID

Leo, Talker, and Remus have a penchant for country music (specifically country music sung by women because their moms raised them Right)

Sirius' most-played song in the last month is Miley Cyrus' cover of Like A Prayer

Dumo rocks hard to 90s dad jams and Sergei's favorite Russian bands

James has been a Swiftie since her country music era

Lowkey Logan loves 1940s-50s music

Finn can swing dance and therefore listens to big band jazz when he's feeling down

Additionally for Remus, Hope always played Whitney Houston/ Etta James/ Aretha Franklin and it's permanently ingrained in his memory of comfort

The locker room has a tradition for weekend practices where music is anonymously submitted during the week and then compiled into a Spotify playlist, so everyone is exposed to everyone else's music whether they like it or not.

#headcanons #sweater weather #vaincre

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thestralluvr · 8 months

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Daylight

CHAPTER III

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This lust is a burden that we both share, two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer.

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Ever since that odd afternoon Y/N’s mind had been enraptured by Neville. Not like that was an odd occurrence or anything, but now more than ever they found when they’d drift off daydreaming of a certain starry eyed boy their eyes would meet with his. Neville also had become even more enamoured by Y/N since finally getting a chance to talk to them, even if it was just once, it was enough to start a wildfire from within him.

Neville had tried now more than ever to be kinder to them, to not hold back on giving them a small smile or wave when he’d catch their eye.

Being seated next to one another in Defence Against the Dark Arts had its perks, that was for sure. More than often Y/N would find more small messages or drawings on their piece of parchment, always in the same neat scrawl.

Y/N didn’t have anyone to talk to about those conflicting feelings of theirs, often leaving them to resort to spending most of their time with animals, magical and Muggle. More often than not you’d be able to find Y/N aimlessly talking to their cat, Onyx.

Onyx was a good listener - well, as good as a listener as a cat could be. He’d always sit there, curled up in their lap as they’d ramble about all the things great and small whilst stroking his fluffy coat. Y/N appreciated his kind demeanour, he was truely a lovely little companion.

It was a frigid Saturday morning, the grass in and around the grounds of Hogwarts was covered in a light frosty glaze. Y/N had walked with Onyx trotting alongside them from the kitchens, basket stocked with spare meat from the house elves, down to the Forbidden Forest to accompany the Thestrals.

They had their Muggle portable Walkman clipped to the waistband of their trousers, the headphones snug over their ears blasting the melodic tunes.

The Walkman was a gift from Remus and Sirius before they started the new school year. On it were the songs they had fell in love to, or as Sirius dramatically called it - the soundtrack to their love, always earning an annoyed sigh from Y/N and Remus. They adored the love that Sirius and Remus had for each other, although they highly doubted they would ever be able to achieve something like it, it was always nice to imagine while the soulful lyrics sung to them.

Y/N found themself mumbling mindlessly to the maine-coon about their plans for the forest, unbeknownst to their words being heard by Neville whom was reading in the courtyard before being alerted by the sound of their voice.

Neville weighed out his options, his friends were all busy - leaving him all alone. And he was be willing to take any chance he got to get just a small, singular moment alone with the one who had a hold of his heart. But, he didn’t want to come off too strong and frighten them, or seem like a stalker for following them out to the forest…

Neville shut his eyes and took a deep steadying breath, he opened his eyes and slammed his book shut, standing up. Sometimes he’d just have to take a little risk to get an opportunity.

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Y/N made their way leisurely down to the forest, taking their time. Hogwarts and its grounds was a beautiful sight. Yes, there were times when it was well, pretty shit. But the beauty of the grand castle, the glistening lake, the surrounding trees that stood tall? That beauty never faded. The grounds would be covered with a thick snow during winter, autumnal leaves scattered on the dry grass during fall, the grass peppered with bright flowers during the spring, the beauty never faded even during the blistering summer heat. Y/N found Hogwarts beautiful all year round, they always loved to take it in any chance they got.

They reached the forest and began to trek through the dense moss and try not to loose their footing over the raised tree roots to reach the thestrals, Onyx taking his time to sniff and paw at each and every new plant he came across.

They saw them grazing in a clearing in the distance, their gentle haunting cries echoing through the forest barely audible over their music. They reached the gaunt animals, wandering to the mother, she was always such a gentle soul. They whispered softly to her whilst gently caressing her muzzle. They reached into their picnic basket and offered her a piece of meat, she accepted it greedily - making them laugh to themself.

The gentle creature nuzzled into their side, they complied with her want for attention by scratching her between the ears. Y/N had grown quite close to these animals, having been able to see them since practically birth with a mother like theirs. Themself and Luna Lovegood were the only ones who seemed to care for them. Many people with the ability to see them tried to steer clear of them, not bothering to see beyond their different looks, that was something Y/N related with all too well.

Onyx was curled up on a tree stump a few metres away, taking in the scene for himself. Until he was alerted by the sound of crunching leaves under boots, his owner however was still blissfully unaware of the intrusion, too enraptured in the company of the thestrals and the blaring tones in their ears.

Onyx ran over to the new addition to the forest, splaying on his back for pats.

Y/N looked to see what had the usually reserved cat so intrigued that he’d run up to it, and lo and behold it was Neville Longbottom.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight, Neville crouched down smiling at Onyx rolling on his back, quite happy with being stroked on the stomach.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear anyone coming!” Y/N apologised, taking off their headphones.

Neville stood back up, Onyx smoothing himself on his pant legs. “It’s quite alright, Y/N. I- well, I came here looking for you…” He admitted quietly, “Not in a weird way though! I just thought- well we don’t get many chances alone together, I thought I should take the opportunity.” He raised his eyes to meet theirs nervously.

“Oh?” Y/N was taken aback.

“Yeah… I just- I feel like whenever we get these small moments together I have to spew out everything I wish I could say to you.” Neville took slow steps towards them.

“I’m confused, you’re supposed to hate me the most, Neville. You’re supposed to despise me…” They questioned.

He sighed deeply, “I know, believe me i’ve told myself that ever since…”

“Ever since what?” They asked softly.

“You know how I said I feel like have to tell you everything when we get those times alone with one another?” He displayed a small smile.

They nodded, “Yes? What’s this about, Neville?” They furrowed their brow in confusion.

“I feel like if I don’t say this now I won’t get another chance to,” he took a breath, gathering all his courage. “Y/N, I don’t know how it’s possible, but the way I feel for you, it’s something I’ve never felt before, for anyone! Y/N, I really, really like you - romantically, that is…” He confessed.

Y/N shook their head in confusion, the forest had never been so silent. “You hardly even know me at all.” They attempted to reason.

“I really, really want to though.” He stared strongly into their eyes, a pleading look.

Tears pricked Y/N’s eyes, they’d never in all their fifteen years had somebody say such words to them.

They were picking nervously at their nails. “It isn’t possible for anybody to feel that way about me…” They said, more to themself than to Neville.

“Y/N,” he delicately took their hand in his, “I am living proof. You are so worthy of being adored.” He grazed their hand with his thumb, “I said it before and I will say it again and again until it sticks, you are not her. You never have been and you never will be.” He said softly.

“I’ve seen how you treat people, with utter kindness and respect. And despite not having it returned you don’t let your kindhearted ways fall. You are a true, loving person, Y/N.” He comforted.

The tears that pricked Y/N’s eyes had overflown and run down their cheeks, “I- god, Neville.” They laughed softly. “You’ve such a way with words,” they smiled. “I trust you. I trust your words, I trust that you genuinely feel that way towards me…” They gathered their own Gryffindor bravery.

“I feel the exact same way, I have for a while now… and i’ve felt so alone. Not just because I haven’t had anybody to talk about it with besides my cat,” they laughed wetly, “because I felt like I had betrayed myself by having these feelings for you.” They looked into his eyes, bearing their entire heart and soul to the boy in front of them.

Upon hearing their confessional words, Neville was filled with emotions. He smiled giddily before enveloping them in a crushing hug, sending the pair of them into the pile of soft leaves beneath them, his hand on the back of their head, bracing the impact.

They landed and looked to one another before bursting out in laughter. The forest that was heavy with a thick and anxious silence only moments before was filled with a pure, joyful laughter.

Their laughter eventually dissolved down, they lied there looking into each others eyes, close enough they were breathing the same air.

Neville’s eyes left theirs as he took in their features, he felt like the luckiest man on the entire planet that he could share this very moment with them.

He noticed a stray leaf had entwined itself in their hair from the pile beneath them, Neville reached out and gently plucked the flora from their hair, trailing his fingertips down to their cheek, cupping it affectionately.

“Could I-“ He was cut off from saying any more as the sound of dreamy humming was heard from nearby. Y/N had often heard the sound emit from Luna as they passed one another in the halls.

Y/N and Neville scrambled apart and stood up, it was then Y/N’s turn to give him an apologetic look and leave, not before brushing a lone leaf from his own hair, tucking the lock covering his eyes behind his ear and leaning in to give him a soft brush of lips on his cheek. Leaving Neville to stand there with a face as pink as Umbridge’s wardrobe as he attempted to compose himself.

A raspy croak was heard from within his jumper pocket, Trevor apparently wanting to give his input on the event. “I know, mate, I know.” Neville whispered astonishingly to himself - he had never smiled so brightly, before abandoning the forest.

#neville longbottom #harry potter #neville longbottom fic #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x y/n #hp imagine #neville longbottom x you #fic: daylight

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