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reysdriver · 26 days

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Exit Stage Right | R.L

You and your daughter miss Remus while he's performing for a stadium of fans, so much that you have to see him before the concert is over — dad!rockstar!remus x mom!reader fluff

warnings: a little angsty if you squint rlly hard, but nothing else

words: 2.4k

a/n: I promised rockstar!remus a while ago, but I've been to 2 concerts in the last 2 weeks, which just so happens to be finals season, so I've been simultaneously busy as hell and itching to write this. I hope you like how it turned out!

Your daughter Olive was no stranger to loud noises.

Remus had a room to practise drumming in your house, it’s normal to encounter a chaotic mess of fans and paparazzi when you left the house as a family, and she just about had the loudest uncles in the world. Though you tried to limit the amount of noise she took in, Olive’s little ears had definitely adapted to her hectic little life.

But all that noise in her daily life was no match for a rock concert in a sold-out stadium. Those decibel levels would for sure be far too high for her little ears to handle.

It wasn’t as easy of a decision on what you should do with her tonight, though. You were getting cabin fever with all the identical hotel rooms you’ve been living in while The Marauders were on their tour, and you suspected Olive was in the same boat.

So, you decided to go back to the old days when the band first started going on long tours, when you would stay in the dressing room for the length of the performance. You and Remus figured it would be soundproof enough backstage, but you still insisted on pulling out the baby headphones you had bought just in case before she was even born. You were only planning on using them if it got especially loud backstage, yet you tried them on anyway.

They were massive on her, but they kept her safe and happy. Plus, she was pretty damn adorable with them on—not that she wasn’t all the time, but definitely cuter than normal with those giant headphones.

Waiting for the show to start, Remus bounced Olive on his lap while you watched the rest of the guys run through their current individual pre-show rituals.

It had been quite a while since you’ve been backstage with the band right before a show, and you honestly forgot how entertaining it was.

James was trying to solve the same Rubik’s cube he’s been working on for years to warm up his fingers, Peter was doing the daily crossword in the local newspaper, and Sirius was trying to multitask by doing his vocal warmups and his makeup at the same time.

It was really a terrible combination of tasks, as Sirius kept on messing up his eyeliner and then trying to suppress his favourite swear words for your daughter’s sake.

You wanted to tell him off, but it was really too fun to watch for you to intervene.

A minute or so after Sirius finally finished his look, the boys’ manager knocked on the dressing room door and reminded them that they have to go on stage soon.

Remus thanked him, and the guys all started getting ready to go. He kept Olive in his arms for as long as he could, until it was just the three of you in the room after everyone was already headed to the stage.

When he finally had to let her go, Remus made sure he gave you both a proper goodbye.

“I’ll be back soon. Just over 2 hours, then we can all go home.” He kissed you softly, but deeply. He always does this as a way of saying goodbye, kissing you like he might never do it again, but he doesn’t want you to think about it.

When his lips left yours and he slouched down to blow a raspberry on Olive’s tummy, you sighed quietly. “A hotel, not home.”

He looked at you sympathetically as he collected his drumsticks from the table beside you and stored them in his back pocket for the time being.

“Isn’t home anywhere where we’re all together?” He said, trying to lift your spirits. “But we’ll be home home soon enough. And I won’t be on tour again for a while, and we can be all together as much as we want.”

That did make you feel better. Even though you loved that Remus was living his dream with his best friends and giving you and Olive a great life, it did get stressful from time to time.

Privacy violations by paparazzi and media outlets, insecurity that sometimes got the best of you on both sides of the relationship, and of course, The Marauders going on world tours that were fun, but still somewhat torture. They made it so you had to choose between leaving home for months, or being away from Remus—not that there was any difference between those two.

You didn’t want to get emotional right when Remus had to go perform, so you smiled and reminded him that it was time for you to part ways for the evening.

“They’re waiting for you out there.”

A grin graced your husband’s face. “They can wait a little longer.”

“They paid to see you.” You reminded him.

“And I'll personally refund all of them if I don't go out.”

“Then we'll be out of money, and we'll both have to get new jobs and we'll never have any time with just the three of us.”

Remus pretended to think over your point for a second. “You’re right. I guess I have to go out and perform, then.”

“Put on a good show, honey. We'll see you soon.”

While saying goodbye to him, you raised Olive’s arm so you could wave at Remus for her as he walked out of the dressing room. Her face was already forming a pout when she watched her dad leave to go do his job, but you wouldn’t let that morph into anything more.

You turned her around so you could both look at each other, then you pressed a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“None of that, sweetheart. We’ll see him again in no time.”

Laying her down beside you on the couch, you reach down into the baby bag you never go anywhere without and pick out some of her favourite toys from their specific pocket; hopefully those will keep her distracted and happy.

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The toys didn’t work as well as you thought they would. They kept Olive busy for about an hour, but she seemed to snap out of her happy baby daze out of nowhere.

She started crying and nothing was working to calm her down. She wasn’t hungry, she didn’t need to be changed, and nothing you had brought for this very reason was working.

You knew the only thing that could quell her upset was outside and on the stage, playing drums for a stadium of fans. But even though she and Remus both wished they could spend all hours of the day together, you just didn’t know how that could work.

And then you remembered the headphones.

The sound backstage hadn’t been that loud at all while The Marauders were playing, so you honestly hadn’t thought about them since you and Remus packed them before you left the hotel.

But this could work. You could use them to help both you and Olive right now. So that’s what you did.

You dug through your bag and pulled the noise-cancelling headphones from the bottom of the bag, where they had sat untouched for the longest time. After picking them up with a tiny ‘aha’, you smiled at your daughter and told her that she would soon be seeing her dad.

She had calmed down somewhat due to the mere mention of Remus, but she was still wailing in your arms. You bounced her lightly while you walked down the halls of the stadium.

“It’s okay, honey.” You cooed at Olive, despite the fact that she couldn’t hear a thing. “You’re gonna tire yourself out and fall asleep before you even get to see Daddy. We don’t want that, do we?”

Although, maybe her crying herself to sleep wouldn’t be so bad.

It still wasn’t an option in your mind. Your daughter wanted to see her dad, so over to Remus you’ll go.

Once you got to the stage door, a burly security guard gave you a questioning look. You supposed he wasn’t used to a woman and a baby wanting to go into the wings during a rock concert. But he was just there to do his job, not judge, so he let you through when you showed him your ID.

You kept checking Olive’s face to see her expressions and gauge if everything was too loud for her. Her look didn’t deviate from the bothered expression her face took on when you started walking with her, so you assumed the headphones were cancelling out the noise, just as they were made for.

Nobody who was working backstage seemed to mind you being there, so you found an extra stool in a dark corner and pulled it so you could sit and watch the band.

Based just on how Olive was moving in your arms, you knew she had spotted her dad behind the cymbals he was smashing across the stage. Pointing towards Remus, you whispered to her again even though she couldn’t hear you. “Look! Who’s that? Who’s over there?”

She seemed to be cheered up enough just from seeing Remus, so your hypothesis was proven correct. Things were shaping up to be a good night.

You swayed and headbanged—as lightly as possible—since just because Olive couldn’t enjoy the loud music doesn’t mean you had to ignore it too.

The current song ended, and James was talking to the crowd while Sirius drank some much-needed water after all that singing. While taking a swig, the two familiar faces in the wings of the stage caught his eye, and he just had to share what he was seeing with the drummer.

He practically skipped over to Remus, who was also catching his breath from performing and pointed you out. Your husband’s eyes scanned the area until he found you, and his face immediately broke out into a smile—and so did your daughter’s.

Back in the dressing room, you were hesitant if you should leave at all or if you should just wait out Olive’s tantrum, but the matching looks on your husband and daughter’s faces right now was proof that you made the right decision.

Olive made grabby hands towards her dad across the stage, and Remus waved right back and blew a kiss in your direction. You weren’t quite sure if it was aimed at you or your little girl, but it made you blush either way.

He pointed to the setlist taped to the ground beside him and hid his hand behind his bass drum so the audience wouldn’t see his gesture; he held up three fingers to let you know there would be three more songs until he could get up and give you two his full attention. You knew they would most definitely be doing an encore after they finished, but at least they could all have a small break after the main show.

You nodded to show him you understood, but his attention was already grabbed back by James giving him the sign that it was time to get back into the music. Not even taking more than a second to prepare, Remus was back in the groove and started playing the next song on the list, effortlessly and perfectly.

The last few songs of the main set were some of your favourites from the band’s discography, but you had to admit that you couldn’t enjoy them as much as you usually would.

It was mainly because you were somewhat scared of an impending mood swing out of your daughter now that her father’s attention had left her, but also because these three songs were standing in between you and your husband like a brick wall right now. You just had to remind yourself that once they hit that last note and said their goodbyes to the crowd, that wall would be temporarily smashed once more.

But now, they were at the end of the concert. The crowd was cheering like they just had the best night of their lives—you don’t doubt that they did—and Remus was throwing his sticks into the sea of hands desperate for a morsel of The Marauders.

His rockstar persona was dropped the second those drumsticks left his hands, and he was rushing to the wings to be with you and Olive, a wide smile strung across his cheeks.

He pulled you two out into the hall so the crowd’s noise could be in the background. He knew they would be cheering for an encore in a minute; as much as he loved that sound, he would rather hear you.

“She was getting pretty fussy and I knew you were the only thing that would calm her down.” You explained to Remus before he could even ask.

You were afraid he would be upset with you bringing her outside of the dressing room, but he didn’t seem fazed at all. He gently took Olive from your arms and cooed over her.

“You missed me so much you dragged your mum out here so you could see me, huh?” Remus asked her. “You know I missed you too, princess. Both of you.”

“Yeah? Maybe you should get the guys to shorten the setlist so you aren’t away from us for too long, then.”

He didn’t respond, but you know that he had brought up the idea of shorter tours to the others now that he and James were both fathers.

You watched lovingly as Remus kept moving Olive’s hand away from the glitter on his face that she was so desirous to touch. You wished you all could stay in this moment forever, but the audience’s chants for an encore were getting louder and louder and you knew the scene in front of you couldn’t last much longer.

Right on schedule, James strutted up and tapped Remus on the shoulder with a brand new pair of drumsticks.

“We’ve gotta go back out there, mate. Time to part ways with your girls once again.”

Remus wouldn’t put up a fight. He handed Olive back to you and blew one more kiss at you two as a goodbye.

The doors opened and a cacophony of fan cheers hit your ears. It was a lot, but it just reminded you that all those people were waiting for your husband, so you could wait a few more minutes.

Just two final songs, then you could all go home.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 2 months

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what’s up! saw your post asking for some requests after tbb ep4 (THEY REUNITED AHHHH)

cough okay back on topic , what if it was a lil sweet wrecker or hunter x reader, maybe one where reader got taken away with omega? And how either wrecker or hunter react to seeing her again after so long? all sweet and hugs and kisses—

(maybe end in some nice cuddles cuz im a sucker for cuddle fics 😝)

okay lovely person have a good day ! feel free to ignore 🫶

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Wrecker x Reader

Summary- After searching for months, Wrecker is finally reunited with you. You couldn't be happier.

A/N- Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the wait, i'm trying to get through everyone's request. I hope you don't mind I chose Wrecker. He's so adorable at all times! I screamed when everyone reunited, i'm OBSESSED!

Word Count- 1,052

Beautiful pic by @azertyrobaz !

Your leg bounced up and down, you couldn't get it to stop. Nerves coarse through you. It had been months and months since you had last seen, even heard, from Wrecker.

You worried for him desperately, hoping he was taking care of himself. It frequently fell on you to tend to Wrecker. Sure, he was the biggest and strongest clone of the force. Outside of battle, he was just a big baby.

Omega turned from her seat to smile at you, she was positive that they were okay.

The silence from you, Crosshair, and Omega let your memories flow. Many of you helping Wrecker conserve rations, tending to his injuries, and calming his fear of heights. You also thought about the countless times he'd made you laugh, stood up for you, and protected you.

You really missed him... Your days on Tantiss as a prisoner were long and lifeless- quickly relying on Omega's daily stories to keep your spirits up.

All that was over now... You were finally going home. By home, you meant Wrecker.

Swallowing thick, you stood as Omega landed the ship. Tears welled up when you saw The Marauder. You forced yourself to breathe, watching the ship doors lower.

You looked around quickly, wondering why they weren't outside the ship. Then, you saw Wrecker racing down the steps. Hunter was close behind.

You sobbed, running to him. He laughed, always finding the joy in situations. "Now there's a sight to see!"

The second it took you to get to him felt like an eternity. Though, you were immediately lifted off of your feet when you met.

He spun you around, arms locking you to his chest. Your head found a place to rest on his neck. Your nose brushed against the skin peaking out of his blacks.

You let out a contented sigh, the first in a long time. You felt completely safe, an unfamiliar feeling.

He still held you up off of your feet, but pulled back to kiss you. There wasn't a piece of skin on your face he didn't peck. Before you had time to recoup the action, he pulled you close again.

"Wrecker, Wrecker baby. I'm okay..." He sniffled and set you down. You could see out of the corner of your eye, Hunter holding Omega.

He seemed to have more tears flowing than you.

Wrecker turned you around forcefully, but gentle. He looked you up and down for injuries. You stiffed a laugh, "That's my job Wrecker."

"I know! I was just so scared for you two" He whined, lowering himself to his knees for you. Now that he was at an easier-to-access height, you did your own rounds. Something that soothed you and him. An unspoken rule that you did after missions.

"Omega and I are safe. not a scratch on us." Caressing his face slowly, then feeling down his arms. You picked up his right hand, inspecting each gloved finger. You set it down to look at the other. Nothing more than some old scars.

You took in one more deep breath then gave him a real kiss on the lips, this one less frantic and more passionate.

You pulled away to wipe your tears, then Wreckers. You both laughed when Omega squeezed her way in to hug Wrecker. He picked her up as well, but softly threw her up and caught her. More laughter filled the air.

You turned to give Hunter a quick hug, happy to see him in one piece.

It was soon that Wrecker was back at your side, you held onto his forearm to let him know you were still there. That this wasn't a dream.

Hours had gone by and stories had been shared, Omega was already fast asleep in her makeshift room. No one dared to wake her, everyone knew she needed the rest. Hunter took the first watch and you noticed Crosshair lingering around the cock-pit with him. You knew the two of them would figure everything out.

You and Wrecker decided to call it a night and settle in one of the small beds in the back of the ship. He insisted you slept with him, for 'safety reasons.'

It had been so long since you'd been this close to him, and you were feeling on edge. Scared you would ruin the moment by moving the wrong way or touching the wrong spot.

What you had seemed to forget in that moment was Wreckers free spirit, he didn't care what you did. You could have knocked him in the head and he'd find a way to thank you. He was just happy you were with him again. He had no place in his mind for formalities.

"You okay?" He asked you, petting your hair while you laid on his chest. The blanket just under your chin.

"I'm fine now that i'm with you." You responded, despite a lot being on your mind.

"Well uh, you seem all stiff. Did you pull something when I picked you up?" He worried, concerned he did something wrong for you to be uncomfortable. His face showed he was nervous.

This warmed your heart, he was still the same Wrecker you remembered. "No, no of course not."

You propped yourself up, face-to-face with him. You smiled and rested your palm to his cheek. "You didn't do anything baby, I'm just trying to adjust to everything. Big change from a cell to The Marauder..." His hands rested at your waist, where the blanket pooled.

His eyes widened. "Do uh, do you wanna talk about it?" He tried, but didn't really know what to say in this situation.

"In the morning... I just want to cuddle with you right now." He laughed heatedly. "Now that, I can do!"

He nuzzled his way into your neck, holding you tightly. You hiked a leg up over his hip.

He snickered at the position, but wrapped a hand on your thigh to keep you there. His thumb rubbed the skin there. His other hand rubbing your back.

You brought your own hands up to hold his head against you, mumbling sweet things to him.

"How did I get so lucky..." He whispered.

"Did you wish on a shooting star?" You joked back at him.

He laughed, kissing your neck. "Yeah, something like that..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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petitemistletoe · 4 months

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rewrite your elvis fic why’d you only call me when you’re high but with one of the marauders?

Title: Why'd You Only Call me When You're High?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, drugs, old school rocker vibes

Word Count: 1.9K+

A/N: this could only be written about Sirius I'm sorry! He's so rockstar coded! happy holidays y'all :)

… The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

Sirius finished his line of coke, flipping his head up and sniffing harshly. He gave himself a long look in the mirror. He looked great, obviously: leather jacket over a bare chest, a tangle silver and gold necklaces of varying lengths cascading down his neck to his chest. Most of his tattoos were visible and his pair of leather pants were impossibly tight. His fingers were adorned with a number of rings and his hair was that perfect combination of messed up and carefully styled. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes and he couldn’t quite tell if his eyes were so dark from the eyeliner or from the lack of sleep.

Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had had a solid night of sleep, but that was the nature of touring. Of course his bandmates weren’t like he was. James was boring and married with a kid, who Sirius obviously doted on, but James spent all his time when they weren’t performing or practicing with Lily and Harry. Remus was dating this guy Grant who really got under Sirius’s skin. Was it because Sirius and Remus had had a fling, an excellent mind-blowing fling, and when Remus pushed for more Sirius said no and Remus moved onto Grant? Maybe. Was it because Grant was disgustingly kind and sweet and felt like the absolute antithesis of Sirius? Maybe. Was it because Grant had gotten Remus into tea and biscuits rather than coke and pills? Maybe it was that too. And then there was Peter. Peter, bless his heart, tried his absolute best but the coke made his nose bleed, pills made him constipated, and liquor made him vomit. So most nights after a show, James would go home to Lily and Harry, Remus would go home to Grant, Peter would go home to god knows who (probably his cats or gerbils or whatever), and Sirius would go anywhere but home.

He had liked groupies, townies, the international girls and guys, but he liked you most of all. You were a bit of a forbidden fruit, you were his brother Regulus’s best friend, but that made it all the more appealing. Sirius only went home, only spent the night in his bed, if he knew you would be there too.

Sirius dialed your number as he made his way home in the backseat of his limo. He was rolling something that he wasn’t sure if it was a joint or a cigarette as the phone rang. He did a double take as he drove past Newt Scamander’s house. Newt Scamander was an old school rocker, a living legend basically, and even though he was a little past his prime looks-wise, he was still a sex symbol. But it wasn’t just Newt’s house that caused Sirius’s double take, it was the fact that he thought he saw walking out of Newt’s house, carrying your phone in one hand and your heels in the other. Sirius shook the thought from his brain, figuring that he was so high he probably just saw a tree branch or something. Sirius got your voicemail but he knew, despite the late hour, that you were not asleep. He dialed you again. And again. And again. Until finally he heard your voice.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You sounded annoyed but he just laughed it off as he walked into his house, stepping out of his boots and kicking them off somewhere, stripping his sweaty clothes haphazardly and letting them fall off his body haphazardly.

“That’s how you answer the phone? No hi?” Sirius teased, falling back on his bed and stretching his sore muscles.

“Hi.” You said pointedly, “why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

“I’m not high.” Sirius said, taking a long drag of his spliff.

“It’s three in the morning, Sirius.”

“Come over baby.” Sirius crooned.

“You’re still talking the same shite you always did.” You were rolling your eyes, Sirius knew you were.

“It’s harder and harder to get you to listen, baby.” Sirius said, a bite of annoyance coming through. He was on the come down from his earlier line and and was getting irritated.

“Luckily for you I’m incapable of making alright decisions. I’ll see you in a few.” You disconnected the call.

Sirius finished his spliff and began to roll another one. There were a few messages on his phone from James, he was probably up at one of those late night feedings for Harry. He started to read through them when he heard his door open and shut and after a few moments you were in his bedroom, crawling your way up the bed towards him.

“That was fast.” Sirius frowned. Usually it took you at least fifteen minutes to get from your place to his, even in the dead of night when no one was out on the street.

“You complaining?” You asked, pulling your shirt over your head as you straddled him. Sirius was going to question things more but suddenly your tits were in his face and he forgot all about that.

… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

He buried his face between your tits and groaned,

“This is my favorite place in the absolute world.”

“Well make yourself useful, Black, and stimulate my nipples.” You said, gripping his hair harshly. Sirius obliged, wrapping his lips around one of your hard nipples and his nimble fingers flew to other one, tweaking and pinching it. You were grinding down in his lap against his hard-on until his lips moved from nipples up around the curvature of your breast, then up your clavicle, then up your neck, until he got up to your lips. Before he could connect his lips to yours, you pulled back and made your way down his body and wrapped your hand around his cock. Sirius gasped as you ran your hand between your legs to lubricate it and then started jerking Sirius off. You laid flat on your stomach between Sirius’s legs and continued jerking him as you lightly sucked one of his balls into your mouth. Sirius went from the light gasps to strangled, intense moans and he felt like his lungs were about the collapse.

“Get up,” he choked out, “I need to be inside you.”

You lifted yourself up and without much warning you seated yourself on Sirius’s cock. Sirius groaned and held your hips hard in place, preventing you from moving.

“Sirius, come on.” You whined, your nose touching his as you tried to move again. Sirius released his grip and started fucking up into you hard. Sirius lifted his jaw, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You pulled away harshly, pushing yourself up so you were no longer pressed against his chest. Sirius thought about saying something but then you moved your hips in the most delicious way and he forgot all about it. Sirius pulled you off of him and flipped you over, bending you over so your chest and face were pressed against the mattress and your hips were up in the air. There was a tattoo at the base of your back that had have been new. He pushed into you, his hands grasping your hips like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff.

He was close, so so close to finishing, but he was distracted by the tattoo on your back. It looked like a constellation, it was vaguely familiar looking, maybe it was something that he had studied in an astronomy course. One of the stars on the constellations was darker than the rest and it had a small green glow mark around it.

“Did you snort too much or something? I’m getting rug burn here.” You said, turning and looking over your shoulder at Sirius. Sirius’s eyes snapped back up to yours and as he locked eyes with you he came. He always tried to pull out but he was caught off guard this time that he came inside you.

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?”

“Fuck Sirius!” You snapped, jumping off him and running to the bathroom.

“Sorry,” Sirius murmured. It was weird…that tattoo was so so weird. It felt like something was sitting on chest he was so strangled by the idea that he had seen that exact constellation before.

“Fuck Sirius,” you repeated, walking back into his room and shaking your head, “I gotta get a morning after pill tomorrow.” You walked over to Sirius’s discarded tight leather pants and pulled out a few crumpled up bills that were in his pockets. “This is why I fucking hate having sex with you when you’re high.”

“I’m not high,” Sirius said weakly, still staring at your tattoo as you were bent over digging through his pockets.

“You only ever call me when you’re high.” You said, straightening up and starting to pull on your clothes.

“You aren’t staying?” Sirius felt like he was running out of time.

“I, uh, have to be up in the morning so I need to have an…early night.” You said, not looking Sirius in the eyes.

“Am I starting to bore you baby?”

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin'

Gonna have an early night

And you're startin' to bore me, baby

“I’m fine, Sirius. I just have an early morning.” You said in a snippier tone than Sirius had ever expected to hear from you.

“What’s that tattoo on your back?” Sirius stormed across the room and grabbed you by the arm harshly.

“It’s the constellation Leo.” You snapped back, glaring up at Sirius.

“And what’s the glow on that star?” Sirius didn’t know why he was getting so upset but his blood pressure was only continuing to rise as he looked at you and thought about that tattoo.

“You really don’t know?” You smiled cruelly. “You really don’t recognize it.”

“What is it?” Sirius could feel his nose bleeding and he wiped at it. There was a streak of smeared blood on his cupid’s bow.

“It’s the star Regulus.” You grinned.

“Why’d you have to be such a bitch?” Sirius screamed.

“Why’d you have to be?” You retorted.

“Why’d you always lie?”

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?”

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bimoonphases · 28 days

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 30 – prompt 30: Calming Draught – word count 642

Calming Draught - Calms the user of shock, trauma etc

Remus was late. Whenever he went to St Mungo’s he tried to make it home before dinner, but this time he had been caught up with Mary in a very complex healing potion. They had gotten it wrong a bunch of times and had ended up crying in frustration, missing Lily and her mastery of potions even more than usual. When he finally walked in the house it took him one look to see it was bad.

All of Harry’s toys were scattered around the living room and in the middle of it all Sirius was holding the screaming two-year old in his arms, trying to calm him down, himself looking on the verge of tears.

“What happened?” Remus asked, putting his bag on the carpet.

“The neighbours had a birthday party with fireworks,” Sirius said through gritted teeth, carefully bouncing Harry up and down with the only result of making him scream even more. “One of the fireworks was green.”

Remus nodded and got closer, carefully taking the little boy from Sirius’s arms. Green lights made Harry mad with terror, and it took a really long time to calm him down. The first time it had happened had been with the fireworks on the fifth of November, literally a couple of days after they had taken him in. Exhausted with grief and the responsibility of now having to raise their best friends’ son they had taken an embarrassingly long time to realise it wasn’t the fireworks to frighten him so much, but the green light. Somewhere, deep into Harry’s brain, he connected it with the light Avada Kedavra made when used, the same light which had robbed him of both his parents.

“It’s alright Bambi,” Remus said soothingly. “Nothing will hurt you now, I promise.”

Harry’s screaming turned to sobbing and he buried his face in Remus’s jumper.

“Cry all you want,” Remus whispered. “We’re here for you.”

After a while, the sobs stopped and Remus looked under the wild mane of hair that looked so much like James’s to see Harry had fallen asleep, exhausted. He carefully placed him in the day bed by the fireplace while Sirius collapsed on the sofa.

“You’re so much better at it than me, Moony,” he whispered as Remus sat by his side.

“It’s not true,” Remus passed an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “We’re both learning.”

“I couldn’t calm him down,” Sirius said slowly. “He was screaming so much and I couldn’t do anything, I just wanted to scream with him. It’s so unfair to him, Moony. Prongs and Lily were made to be parents and we… We don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I know,” Remus sighed.

“It’s ridiculous, I… I don’t even know what loving parents look like!” Sirius was now half-laughing half-crying, practically in hysterics. “We’re going to fuck him up, Moony, we’ll be like my own parents!”

“Sssh, my love,” Remus quietly kissed Sirius’s temple. “You’re exhausted.”

“I am,” Sirius sobbed. “I always am, and then I think about them not being happy with what I’m doing with Bambi, and… Maybe Lily wishes her sister had gotten him instead.”

“That’s how I know you’re rambling, Padfoot,” Remus chuckled. He shifted to pass a hand through Sirius’s hair and look him in the eye. “If there’s somewhere from where they’re watching us, I know Lily knows we’re doing our best. And Prongs is probably still laughing at the time we had the brilliant idea of leaving Harry alone for five seconds with a barrel of paint.”

Sirius chuckled.

“All those handprints on the corridor wall… He truly is a Marauder’s son,” he said.

“We’re trying and it’s going to be fine,” Remus smiled. “We’ll manage it, together. Alright?”

“Alright, Moony,” Sirius nodded.

“Good. Now, I think you could do with a drop or two of Calming Draught before bed, don’t you?”

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wingedhallows · 1 month

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i got my eye on you - two; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 4.2k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: I've been on a roll while writing this, i hope you like it as much as i do :) leave a comment if you want to be added to the taglist :)

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„Suki has retrieved the cigarettes, Miss Y/N.“ The giddy creature smiled your way and you took the pack with a smile on your face.

„Thank you a lot, Suki.“ You patted her head and she nodded at you.

„Take a cookie, as a reward.“ She smiled back at you, hands clasped in front of her stomach.

„Thank you, Miss. Suki is happy to help herself to a tasty cookie, you‘re too kind, Miss.“

You swatted your hand and pushed a stick between your lips, with a swift move Suki held a lighter for you to take. „Thanks.“ She waved you goodbye and vanished with a kiss she blew your way.

„She delivers cigarettes to you? Kreacher only ever hissed at me.“ You turned around to catch a sight of the approaching boy. You nodded and held the pack out for him.

„It‘s all I make her do.“ You paused to light his cigarette. “My parents sent her to me in my third year of school, as a present.” He huffed some smoke and nodded.

“There’s not really any need for an elf but she’s been with me through thick and thin, so she keeps the house clean and I send for her once in a while.” You took another drag of the cigarette.

“Keeps her happy, I think.”

Sirius sat himself down on the stone bench next to the both of you and without a word you joined him.

“There was something I wanted to talk to you about.” He started, cigarette between his plump lips once more. Your shoulders connected as you crossed your legs, the dim light illuminated his face just the right amount.

“Sounds serious, no pun intended.” He chuckled before he brought the can of soda he had brought with himself to his lips. After his swig, he held it out for you and you took it without hesitation.

“Nothing serious, I swear.” He paused. “Pun intended.” He now faced you, his legs connected with yours as he watched you.

“Our match is tomorrow, Gryffindor against Hufflepuff.” You nodded and took another sip before you placed the can between you both.

“Of course I'll be there to cheer for you.” He smiled and took another drag from his cigarette.

“Afterwards there’ll be a party, to celebrate our win.” It was your turn to chuckle, you turned towards him, your leg rested on the bench, awfully close to his.

“You don’t know that yet.” He only shook his head, a smile on his face.

“It’s Hufflepuff, they have three second years on the team, plus, they’ve never been the best, come on.” You nodded and placed a hand on his knee.

“Of course, when you say so.” You cooed before you brushed his chin with your finger in a playful manner. His head lowered with a snicker. “Come to the party.” He said. Your eyes found his before you took another drag from your cigarette. You moved your head closer, awfully close before you blew the smoke in his face.

“No.” You whispered back. His head fell back with a dramatic sigh. “What do you mean, no?” You shook your head and took another sip of his soda. “I mean, I'm way too old for a house party full of drunk hormonal teens.”

“Too old? Why do you make it sound like you��re fifty?” He rested his arm on the backrest of the bench before he took another drag. “You’re twentyfour for godric’s sake.” You nodded and threw the done cigarette on the ground.

“That means I’ve had my fair share of parties, I’m good, thanks.”

He nudged your shoulder with a pout on his lips.

“Come on, you haven’t had one like ours. It’ll be fun, I swear.” You took another sip of his soda, can in hand. “You’re like so cool, how can I celebrate a win without you?” He pouted, his done cigarette now on the ground.

“You can’t handle me at one of your parties, sweetheart.” You spoke, head tilted.

His eyebrows raised. “Is that a challenge?” You smirked at him. “It’s a promise.” He smirked back at you and nodded his head. You lifted yourself off the bench.

“So, you’ll come?” He stood in front of you, frame towering over yours. Your hands found his tie, his shirt, which you playfully fixed.

“Bring me a trophy first.”

With hooded eyes he looked down on you, cheeks flushed as you tapped his cheek gently. “Yes m’am.”

You nodded with a small smile on your face. “Good boy.” You whispered back. He huffed a breath before you retreated.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He whispered more to himself as he watched you leave.

Breakfast the next morning was normal, the kids were cheerful. James and Sirius gloated their Quidditch uniforms like the buffoons they were. Sirius threw an arm over your shoulder with a wide smile on his face.

“Morning, love.” He spoke, his other hand grabbed for your cup. “Morning.” You responded before you shoved a piece of biscuit into your mouth.

“You’re in good spirits, I see.” You chuckled as James placed his gloves down. He nodded, taking a sip from his cup. “Of course, we’ve got nothing to worry about.” He said with a smile on his face.

“You’ll join us in the stands, right?” Lily spoke as she placed her cup down on the wooden table. You gave her a nod, a cigarette between your lips now.

“Since Sirius asked me really nicely.” You lit the stick with a tap of your finger and blew the smoke with a grin on your face.

“He asked nicely?” Marlene threw in. You lifted yourself off the bench, eager to make it to the lavatory on time. One hand on his shoulder, the other grasped the hair on the back of his head. You pulled his head back slightly as you threw Marlene a smirk.

“On his knees and all.” You chuckled and walked off. His friends just stared in disbelief. “Did not!” He yelled after you.

The stands were packed and loud. Lily sat to your right and Remus to your left. You had pushed your sunglasses up to hold your hair back, there was no need for them anyways.

The audience broke out in cheers as the teams made their way onto the field. Without much talking the teams mounted their brooms and shot up into the air.

The game started tame, both teams seemed relaxed. Relaxed enough for Sirius to hover by the Gryffindor stand and throw you a wink.

Your eyes wandered to the Slytherin stand over and over again. You hadn’t missed the way the Slytherin’s would eye the two marauders, the constant prank war between them and the fact that Severus Snape and his dear little friends were loyal dogs to one dark wizard in particular.

Snape seemed agitated by James’ taunting, his fists clenched as he watched Sirius stick his tongue out.

“What is it?” Remus spoke next to you, but you didn’t take your eyes off Snape. His face had grown crimson, his wand clasped tightly in his hand. You pushed yourself farther to the edge of your seat.

Just as Sirius slumped over on his broom with laughter, Nott mumbled something into Snapes ear. With joined forces they mumbled something, to not make it obvious, you thought.

Sirius’ broom seemed to suddenly have developed a mind of its own as it went rampage, trying to throw him off. His hand slipped and the broom took off without him.

His red ropes swooshed in the wind as he fell. Without much thought you jumped out of your seat, placed your feet on the railing and jumped off. You grabbed onto Sirius ropes and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug as you recited a spell, almost inaudible.

The earth beneath you seemed to become mushy, like rubber and your bodies didn’t crack into million little pieces but it had cushioned your fall like a trampoline.

You scrambled to your knees as the spell wore off and found Sirius huffing coughs next to you.

“Sirius, god, are you alright?” Your hands patted down his body to check for any kind of injury. “Are you hurt?” His hand found your arm, to stop you.

“I’m fine, love.” He cracked a smile and lifted his upper body to push a hand through his hair. “Thanks to you.” You nodded and brushed some dirt off his cheek.

“I’m glad you’re alright.” You whispered as you heard the incoming footsteps. You pushed a quick peck to his forehead and lifted yourself off the ground.

“Y/N-” He was cut off by the mass of people who checked for his well being. Without another chance to arouse your attention he watched you aparate away, you had someone to visit.

The corridor was dimly lit, cold. Your wand was twirling around between your fingertips as you waited for them to show up. The handy dandy map Sirius had showed you a few days ago folded to show you exactly where those worms lingered around.

Severus Snape’s tiny footsteps wandered just the way you wanted it to. Sirius and his friends have been pacing around in their dorms, probably distraught about your disappearance.

You were glad Sirius was fine, to fail your job after mere weeks would’ve wrecked your reputation and your weak besotted heart.

Their voices reached your ears. The map disappeared into your pocket as you gripped your wand tightly, a hand through your hair as you pushed yourself off the brick wall.

“What?” One of them spoke, voice quiet as Snape raised his hand, for him to shut up. You waved your fingers and reached for the handle of the empty classroom.

Without a word you waved your wand in the direction of the room. Severus gave you a snarl and followed you suit. His three friends followed him but didn’t miss out on eyeing you from head to toe.

With a quick movement from your hand the candles came to life, illuminating the classroom. With your wand you laced a concealment charm on the bricks around you, no noise would be able to be heard.

“What is the meaning of this?” You sat yourself down on a table while the four of them kept standing in front of the blackboard. Their hands held their wands tight, ready for an attack.

You had to chuckle, your pack of cigarettes already in your hands. As you pushed a stick between your lips and lit it with the tip of your finger, they tensed.

“You’re smart, Snape. I’m sure you know what the meaning of this is.” You blew some smoke in their direction as you tucked your wand into your pocket.

“I don’t kn-”Don’t lie to me.” You paused to take a drag. “I saw you, you four, today.” Snape slightly raised his wand, face tense as one of his buddies spat.

“You don’t know anything, you filthy mudblood!” Your face contorted into an unamused frown as you blew some more smoke.

“Very original, but I’m the furthest thing from a mudblood, dear.” You took another drag.

“The thing is, you tried to hurt Sirius Black, who stands under my protection.” Snape raised his wand, chin held high.

“No harm in that, he’s a filthy blood traitor, he is!” Snape spoke, voice confident.

“Wrong again.” You flicked the cigarette butt to their feet to which they flinched just the tiniest bit.

“I’m not here to play around with little cockroaches like you four, so you better leave them alone from now on or I'll have your head, alright?”

“You wouldn’t dare, we are more powerful-” He was cut off by your loud laugh, your head fell back as you wiped a non existing tear.

“Oh, how I love false confidence, it’s truly amusing.” You walked to them, Severus’ collar now in your hand as you got awfully close.

“You mean the power, Voldemort promises you?” He gulped as his eyes grew to slits.

“Let me tell you something, You’re nothing more than some rats who lavish in the thought of possessing as much power as he does, though I believe the man to be nothing more than a joke.” You paused to not to so gently pat his cheek.

“So keep that ego down as long as you’re as weak as the first years, you’re embarrassingly foolish and honestly a little bit annoying.” You let go of the angry young man and took a step back.

“Don’t make me angry again, for your own good.” You gave them a wink and turned to grab your pack of cigarettes as out of the corner of your eye you saw an object flying towards you.

Too slow to fend it off with magic it flew straight for your head. With a sharp pain it hit your forehead. With a hiss you raised your hand, ready to recite a curse. You caught yourself as you decided on something less physical harming.

Suddenly all the hair on their heads swayed to the ground. Your balance was off but you managed to eye them down.

“You know, as much as I love inflicting pain there’s something way better.” You held yourself on the table behind you, the boys furious and petrified as they looked at each other.

"Humiliation."

You almost whispered as a pained smile formed on your lips. “I’ll rid you of this well deserved punishment only when you apologize to Sirius Black in front of the whole school during breakfast.”

You took a few steps forward before you raised your hand and slapped Severus Snape across the cheek. “That’s for throwing something at me.’”

Before they could say anything else you aparted away, in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor dorms. The hot blood which seeped from your wound made its way past your eye and you had to squint out of instinct. The portrait opened without demanding a password from you, Dumbledore had made sure of that.

The dorm was still dimly lit as you heard shuffling and voices, which belonged to the teens you were assigned to. You walked forward, your head pounding before you grabbed your pack and pushed a cigarette between your lips.

“Y/N!” Lily almost yelled before Marlene hushed her.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a party?” You threw in before you lit the stick.

“Where the fuck were you?” Sirius threw in, his hands reaching for your elbows before he eyed your head, his eyes grew uncomfortably cold.

“Who did this to you?”

He spoke, eyes almost dark. You shook your head and just took another drag from your cigarette.

“I’m fine.” You said to him but he huffed a breath, frustrated. He guided you to the couch as James made space for you.

“Where were you?” Remus tried and you blew some smoke as you eyed the fire. Sirius urged Peter for a tissue and he started wiping the blood off your face, you let him.

“I met with some snakes.” You answered and Lily gasped as she leaned forward.

“You met Severus?” You had to smirk, another drag off the cigarette filled your lungs. Smart little witch.

“I seeked the little shits out.” Sirius was the one to frown now as he looked at you. “Why would you do that?” You held his hand, stopped him from wiping your skin off.

“I’m supposed to keep you safe, can’t have some Slytherin shitheads believe it’s alright to throw you off your broom on my watch.”

James and Marlene had to stifle a laugh as Sirius didn’t budge. “Getting hurt for us is stupid though.” He said and you pushed yourself off the couch before you let the cigarette butt vanish in your palm.

“That’s literally my job, Sirius.” He stood as well, hands clasped in fists as he stared at you. “I’ve dealt with worse.” You walked up to him and planted a hand on his chest as you pushed some hair away from your face.

“Stop sulking, big boy, and get ready for your party.” His face was still in a frown. You grabbed his collar and yanked him down. “I said, stop sulking.” You petted his cheek and aparated to your room, desperately.

You had to steady yourself on the edge of your sink, the pounding in your head only growing worse. With a quick movement of your hand the wound disappeared and Suki appeared.

“Miss Y/N, the painkillers, Suki has them here.” You turned around and slumped down on your bed.

“Lay down with me Suki, please.” Suki didn’t hesitate and laid herself down with you. Her hand still held onto the pill which you took and swallowed without another thought. Her big ears flopped on her face as she watched you with big eyes.

“Suki urges Miss to be careful, don’t want Miss to get hurt again.” You laid a hand on her face and a small smile on your face.

“Thank you, for worrying about me, Suki.” She laid her small hand on yours as she gave you a toothy smile. “Always, Miss Y/N.”

You opened your arms and without a word having to be said she scrambled into them and there you laid, tangled in a hug, just like you had all those years ago. Hugging Suki while being a student helped and it still did.

She was more than a house elf, she was your friend.

Suki helped you pick out the outfit for tonight and you were satisfied as you finished up your makeup.

“Miss looks dashing.” You smiled at her and stroked her cheek lovingly.

“Be sure to treat yourself big time tonight, you helped me a lot, Suki.” She clasped her hands like a child and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Suki lives to serve Miss, Suki is happy she was of help.” You sprayed some perfume on yourself and gave her a big smile.

“You’re always of help to me, what would I do without you, Suki?” She rubbed your leg with a smile on her face and left with a poof.

You grabbed the bottle of alcohol, Suki had left behind and you made your way to the Gryffindor dorm. The noise thumbed through the halls and you were surprised that no teachers interfered with the ongoing celebration.

The portrait opened and you stepped inside, instantly greeted with heat, the smell of sweat, perfume and surprisingly, weed. People from all houses, except Slytherin, were present.

After a few more minutes of searching you found one of the Gryffindor boys, Peter. You greeted him with a hug and pushed the bottle of Bacardi into his hand.

He thanked you and placed it on the table next to you, where all the booze was sitting. He grabbed your hand and led you to his friends, who sat on the big couch, again. They were dressed nicer but still sat there like they did when you left.

“Who died?” You laughed before pushing a stick between your lips. Sirius’ friends looked at you, faces hopeful while he still sat, pouting. With a cock of your head you signaled the lot to take off and have fun, you’d take care of Sirius.

James jumped off the couch first and engulfed you in a hug. “You’re a gem, Y/N.” You patted his arm.

“I brought some Bacardi.” He smiled at you and threw his arm over Remus’ shoulder. “She brought booze, too good for us.” He laughed before he squeezed your arm and took off.

You popped down next to Sirius who didn’t say a thing.

“What’s wrong with you, party pooper?” He eyed you and huffed like a child.

“I'm not talking to you.” He spat, arms crossed. You grinned at him.

“You are tough.” He frowned and turned his back towards you. You shook your head and turned around.

A kid behind you rolled himself a joint, you turned towards him and brushed some hair behind your ear. You took two cigarettes from your pack and held them out for him to take and with a shy smile on your face you held out your other hand.

With a grin he placed his joint in your hand and took the two cigarettes. You sent him a wink and mouthed a thank you. He nodded at you and gave you a smile.

You placed the joint between your lips and lit it, taking a drag. It has been a while, so you savored the hit.

You grabbed Sirius neck and pulled him back, he rested on your chest as you placed the stick in front of his lips. Without much thought he took a drag and closed his eyes. You brushed his cheek as you whispered in his ear.

“Relax, you’re being annoying.”

He turned around and gave you a shocked expression. You urged him to take another drag before he could say anything.

“I’m fine, so please, stop being like this.”

He didn’t answer but took the joint from your hand. A few moments later he pushed his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close.

You took a drag as he held his hand out and he did as well.

“You scared me.” He said, his fingers played with your hair. “I know.” He paused.

“I was so worried.” He said and you answered. “I know.” He let go and looked at you.

“You can’t just disappear like that.” “Okay.” His hand found yours as he let you take another drag.

“You can’t get hurt on my behalf, I don’t care if it’s your job.” He said, face serious.

“Alright.” He didn’t say anymore and took the final drag. You stood and pulled him with you.

“How about some booze?” He nodded and followed you, finger intertwined. He towered over you as you pushed a cup of alcohol in his hands, which he drank without complaining.

You dragged him along and started dancing. Fame by David Bowie seemed like the perfect song to dance to right now, so you took a sip of your drink and started to dance, he followed with a smile on his face.

He bent down and threw his hand over your chest, your back to his front and fingers intertwined as you swayed along to the music. The world seemed to slow around you and the only thing that existed were Sirius, You and the music.

You turned around and downed your drink, discarding the cup on a table nearby. He did the same and threw his hands over your shoulders, his face in a big smile.

The fifth song or so stopped and you pulled apart. Sirius excused himself to use the loo and you took that as your cue to flee to the balcony. You desperately needed some fresh air.

You lit yourself a cigarette and slumped over the railing.

“Y/N, the moodmaker.” You heard next to you as Remus came into sight. His lips in a smile as he took a drag of his own cigarette. “You smoke?” He nodded, obviously intoxicated.

“I like you, Y/N.” He spoke as he took another drag from his cigarette. You smiled and spoke. “I like you too, Remus.” He gave you a smile, his arm now around your shoulders.

“You’re good for him.” You didn’t answer.

“He’s absolutely besotted, actually.” You had to laugh and turn towards him. “We were all pretty worried about you.” He confessed as he took a sip from a cup.

“Think about us the next time, will ‘ya?” You gave him a nod and patted the back of his head in a kind manner. He gave you a smile and flicked the cigarette butt off the balcony.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek gently and left you alone. His wonky figure retreated inside, his steps swaying.

You loved these kids, more than you would like to admit. Remus was an absolute sweetheart, drunk or not.

“Here you are.”

Sirius's inebriated form came towards you, drink in hand. “How nice of you to bring booze.” He managed before he took your hand in his. “James told.” He said, brushing a hand through his hair.

“I see.” You held the cigarette out for him, he took a drag and gave you a smile.

“You’re so pretty.”

He said, taking a swig of his drink, holding it out for you shortly after. You took a sip and gave him a smile as well. “Thank you, Sirius.”

He brushed some hair behind your ear and held your hand with the other. Slowly but surely he came closer, your noses now inches apart. You could feel his breath on your face.

“Sirius, Y/N!” You pulled apart as Lily stumbled onto the balcony, face distraught.

You stepped in front of Sirius, hands still intertwined.

“It’s Remus.”

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beachylupin · 7 months

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hiya darling i saw your requests open and i just love love loved "i'd have you anytime" so i wanted to request a lil smth

Basically remus x artist reader....

I like to really draw the people i like (love) so my sketchbook is just filled with people whom i sometimes have a crush on or friends or family.

So i was thinkin, mutual pining where reader basically isn't very close to the marauders per say but knows them, acquaintances.

So reader draws a lot and i mean a LOT of remus in her sketchbook, like almost as if the sketchbook is made for him.

And one of the marauders (defo sirius) discovers this and obv tells remus and it's a whole fiasco but please end it w fluff?

Oh and ofc remus really likes reader aswell but just yk never says anything...

So yea thanks love :) i love the wya you write <33

listen, you've inspired me so much that i wrote this in a day. talk about a great turn around rate, eh? ;-D i really, really hope you enjoy this!! it's really just gushy word vomit on a screen <3 word count: 3k warnings: quickly edited, swearing, pining, fluffy, missing a private journal is stressful, happy ending!!

Sketched Out || Remus Lupin x Fem!Artist!Reader

You didn’t mean for it to end up like this. You caught a glimpse of him on the train at the beginning, and he had occupied your thoughts since.

Sure, you had known him and been in classes for years, but he had changed since you last saw him. Last year, he was tall and lanky, but now he was tall, lanky, and a wee bit broader, filling out his grandpa sweaters better. His buzz cut had grown out, revealing sandy brown curls. Who knew Remus Lupin had curls?

Daily, you watched Remus Lupin from the Hufflepuff table, busily drawing what you saw. In the classes you shared, you secretly sat behind him to draw just the back of his head, figuring out why his hair curled like that. Instead of taking notes, you drew. When you sat across from him, you’d find yourself distracted by the way he looked, paying more attention to him than to any old teacher.

New scars, patterned sweaters with messy robes, and smile lines from laughing at whatever stupid things James and Sirius were on about filled your pages.

By mid-October, at least fifty pages of your sketchbook was just him.

It was like your dirty little secret hidden under yellow leather.

Head down, you followed the group of Gryffindors down the corridor, your books laying haphazardly in your arms, when someone was shoved, flying into you.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, books and notebooks going flying in all directions.

“Sorry, love!” Sirius exclaimed, scrambling to pick your things up. “Didn’t mean to check ya!”

“It’s alright,” you mumbled, collecting the scatter of books, notebooks, quills, and firecrackers that had spilled from Sirius’ hands.

In the mix of the crowd rushing to classes, you exchanged the books and notebooks with Sirius.

“Hey, thanks!” He said, smiling brightly as he shoved the firecrackers in his pocket. “I’m happy these didn’t go off.”

You smiled tightly and nodded. “No problem,” you mumbled, getting shoved into him by someone passing by.

He steadied you then shouted, “Hey!” after them, throwing up a lewd gesture. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, smiling briefly.

“Good,” he said, checking his pocket watch. “Shit, I’m late.” He snapped the watch closed before taking off. “I’m sorry again!” He called to you over shoulder, running into yet another person. “Sorry!”

You smiled a tight lipped smile before walking away briskly to get to your class across the castle.

Potions was in the dungeons, and you slid your usual seat behind Remus, who was already there and sitting next to Peter, just in time, the door closing with a thud.

Glancing up at the back of his head, you sighed. His hood was wonky, and his hair had grown since you last drew him at this angle. You rifled through your things, searching for your sketchbook.

But it was missing.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, tucking your hair behind your ears.

You checked the books again, hoping you had just misplaced it in the stack. You checked under the table, seeing nothing except a lost boomslang skin.

You sighed, trying to calm yourself. Maybe you had left it in your dorm room and forgot? That couldn’t be. You had all your books, including your sketchbook, at the house table before class.

You opened your potions book. The color drained from your face.

Sirius Orion Black, 1977 was scrawled on the front page along with the rest of the people who had checked out the classroom copy of this book.

Sirius had your potions book, and you knew for certain he had your sketchbook.

Feeling woozy, you let your head hit the table.

Sirius had your sketchbook filled with drawings of his best friend.

You thought you were going to throw up, a leaden feeling filling your belly. Squeezing your tear-pricked eyes shut, you lifted your head with your hands on your face.

“Hey, are you alright?” A muffled voice asked, and you peeked behind your fingers, staring your muse right in the face. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Or cry,” Peter said, but you didn’t pay any attention to him.

“‘M fine,” you mumbled, taking your hands from your face to get the full picture of him.

Remus, his brown eyes full of worry, was staring at you, and all you wanted to do was take a mental snapshot so that you could sketch it when you got your sketchbook back.

If you got your sketchbook back.

“Did you forget your quill?” He asked, glancing at the table. “We’re revising today.”

You swallowed thickly, glancing at the table as well, no quill to be found. You nodded, looking back at him to find him already staring.

“I have extras,” he said, turning from you to reach in his bag. He grabbed one, as well as an ink pot, handing them to you. “Here.”

Your hand shook as you took it, smiling tightly. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

Remus’ gaze stayed on your hand, his brow furrowing again. “Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded, staring down at your book. “Did you forget parchment?”

“No, I’m fine,” you lied. You thought your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. Trying to play it cool, you huffed, rolling your eyes. “Just revisions, you know?”

“You always do just fine,” Remus said, smiling. It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. How would he know that? “I’ve seen the grades you get on them. I mean, you got an outstanding on your garrotting gas revision.”

You shrugged as soon as Professor Slughorn stood in front of the class. He called attention, and Remus threw you one last reassuring smile before turning around.

The class period went by slowly, and without your sketchbook, you actually had to try and take notes. But you couldn’t. Your sketchbook was quite literally in the hands of your worst nightmare: the most curious person you knew.

You knew well that curious minds stuck together and always thought alike.

You burst into the corridor after class was over, desperately looking for Sirius. You knew he just had to be coming back this way. You knew him well enough to know that he had quidditch practice next, just like James, who had been wearing his seeker robes all day.

You spotted him, hopping on one foot and fixing his knee pad as he walked next to said seeker.

“Hi,” you said shakily as you approached him. “I accidentally took your potions book-”

Sirius dropped his foot, a surprised look gracing his face. “I was wondering why mine had drawings in the margins!”

You took a deep breath, gnawing on your lip slightly before hurriedly saying, “Did you happen to take anything of mine?”

“Sorry?” he asked as if he couldn’t hear you.

You swallowed, trying again. “I-It has a dark yellow cover? Leather. First page is blank.” Intentionally, you thought to yourself. You held up your hands. “About this big?”

He exchanged a look with James then shook his head. “Didn’t see it. I can check my books when I get back to my dorm, though.”

You sighed shakily. “O-okay,” you said, sighing again. “If you find it-”

“I’m sure I’ll bump into you again,” Sirius said, nudging you. You didn’t react, so he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll get it back to you.”

“Thank you,” you said pointedly, glancing at James before walking away.

The whole situation sketched you out, and all you could do was hope they didn’t look at it.

“I wonder if she’s any good,” Sirius said, sitting criss-crossed on his bed, staring at the sketchbook. “She seemed… protective.”

“We could always take just a peek,” James suggested. His bed was pulled right against Sirius’ as he was laid on his stomach, heels of his hands supporting his head. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll look,” Peter offered. His bed was on the opposite side, but he laid on his side, eyeing the book. “I’ve always wondered what that book is. She never puts it down in potions.”

“We’re not opening it,” Remus sighed, not taking his eyes off the page of his book. “That’s fucked up. It’s like a private journal.”

“Full of drawings,” Sirius stated, crossing his arms. “It’s different.”

“It’s not any different.” Remus dropped his book, huffing as he sat up, “Would you like it if she read through your journals and rifled through your sketchbooks?”

“Well, no, actually,” James answered for Sirius, sitting up. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“That’s because all it says is, ‘Lily, Lily, Lily. Why doesn’t Lily love me?’” Remus caught the pillow thrown at his face, throwing it back at James. “Am I wrong?”

“It’s all it says,” Peter said, shielding his face from another one of James’ pillows. “I’ve read it,” he mouthed, but James saw.

“Hey!” He gasped, throwing yet another pillow.

“Give it here,” Remus said, getting up to cross the room. Sirius grabbed it off his bed, holding it to his chest.

“No,” he said immaturely, as if he was a little brother. “I don’t think I will.”

“Seriously, mate,” Remus said, his hand outstretched as soon as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Come on.”

“You’d want to look through someone else’s things,” Sirius said, angling his body away from Remus. “You just don’t want us to look at it because you like her.”

“So what if I do?” Remus shrugged, not caring about his obvious crush. “It’s not right.”

“What if you’re in there?” James asked, his eyebrows raising. “What then?”

His eyebrows furrowed to badly hide his flushing cheeks. “I wouldn’t be-”

The three boys guawaffed loudly.

“Are you kidding me?!” Peter called, sitting straight up. “Mate.”

“Don’t be stupid, Remus,” Sirius groaned, throwing the sketchbook on the bed. “She never stops looking at you.”

Remus’ heart beat loudly in his ears. “Really?” This was news to him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” James asked rhetorically, grabbing the sketchbook from where it bounced to him. He began thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. “She’s looking at you almost as much as you’re looking at her…” His voice trailed off as he slid his glasses off to the top of his head.

“James-” Remus warned, reaching to grab the sketchbook.

“No, hold on a minute,” James said, slapping his hand away as he showed Sirius. Peter peeked over Sirius’ shoulder, taking a look. The three looked at him in unison, glancing at the sketchbook then at him again.

“What?!” Remus asked, reaching for the sketchbook again, but Sirius grabbed it, looking at it closer.

“It’s you,” Sirius said, meeting his friend’s eyes.

“What?” Remus asked, feeling his heartbeat go quiet. For all he knew it could’ve stopped.

“It’s you!” Peter said, snatching the sketchbook from Sirius and shoving it toward Remus. “She even got the scar on your nose just right.”

James slid his glasses over his eyes as Remus took the sketchbook, his eyes wide.

“Did you know you have a mole on your cheek?” He asked, poking at his own. “Right there? She got that too.”

Remus stared in awe at the drawing in front of him. There was no denying that it was a sketch of him, in all his broody likeness. He was standing in the aisle of the train, leaning against a frame of a cabin door. His arms were crossed over his sweater clad chest, pushed slightly up due to the still-hot September sun.

He could remember that moment. James was on the lookout for Lily, so he dragged Remus into the aisle, wanting someone else to help watch. Remus stood across from him, a scowl ever present on his face. He just wanted to sit after the change two days ago, but instead he stood, hoping Lily would pass sooner rather than later.

As he looked, he saw you sitting, just in the cabin behind James’ left side. You looked like you were reading a book, your head leaning up against the window. He smiled to himself, admiring how you were still in your “muggle” clothes. You glanced at him, but Remus was sure to look away in time, readjusting his scowl and ignoring how the tips of his ears burned red.

Remus shook the memory from his head and quickly shut the sketchbook, holding it out to Sirius. “You better give it back to her.”

Sirius scoffed, taking it. He thumbed through the pages and scoffed again. He stood on his knees at the edge of his bed, pushing it into Remus’ chest. “I think you should give it back to her. You’re in every damn picture.”

Remus’ eyes widened as he took it back, opening it again. He turned each page carefully, his face turning redder and redder the further he went on.

“I thought you said it was fucked up to look through people’s things?” It was James’ turn to be a little brother. Remus threw him a glare.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, shutting the sketchbook. He held it up. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Give it back to her?” Peter suggested, earning a middle finger.

“Give it back to her and tell her you like her,” James suggested earnestly. Remus sighed, staring at the cover of the book. “Your journal is full of her, mate. We all know-”

“James!” Remus shouted as Peter snickered.

“Look,” Sirius said, finally getting off his bed. He clapped an arm around Remus’ shoulder. “She obviously likes you, and you obviously like her. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Yeah,” Remus mumbled. He slipped the sketchbook in his pocket. “Yeah, cheers.”

Sirius got back on his bed as Remus turned his back, walking back towards his bed. He paused, turning around slightly.

“Don’t say anything,” he said, enunciating every word as he specifically made sure to catch each of their eyes. “Please.”

Sirius dramatically put a fist of his heart. “Marauder’s honor.” The other two nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” Remus said pointedly then turned around, climbing into his bed and shutting the curtains.

You stayed awake all night, staring at the ceiling.

If the boys had gone through it, which you knew they most definitely had, you were never going to live it down. Any semblance of a so-called friendship would be gone.

Worst of all, they were going to make fun of you.

And the self-coined Marauders didn’t take poking fun lightly.

You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing to just disappear.

Remus hardly slept either, staring at the curtain of his bed all night long. The snoring was evident that everyone else had slept except for him.

He had to talk to you today. He had to give the sketchbook back to you. Whether or not he’d say anything about the contents? He hadn’t decided. The idea of it made his palms sweat.

Remus got up long before anyone else in his room did, wanting to avoid any of the boyish hazing he would’ve gotten otherwise. Feeling bold, he got dressed and started his way down to the Hufflepuff barrels to meet you right away.

This was a pressing matter he had to get out of the way instantly.

You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you climbed out of the barrel holes, your hair braided half-heartedly. You looked like a mess, your face pale and your eyebags dark.

“Hey!” Remus called your name, emerging from the corner of the walled off corridor. You turned to face him, suddenly not feeling tired anymore. “I have this for you!”

Your heart dropped. Your sketchbook.

You took two giant steps toward him and grabbed the sketchbook, your eyes wide as you seemingly turned paler. You clutched it to your chest, mumbling, “Thanks.”

Remus cleared his throat as his cheeks tinged pink. “You’re really good at drawing,” he said.

The woozy feeling came back. “You saw?”

He nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m so sorry,” you burst out, trying to hand Remus the sketchbook. “You can burn it, alright? Or just- just destroy all the drawings or whatever you want. I don’t need it anymore, okay? I’m sorry. It was weird, I- I know, but I’m really-”

“No! I’m sorry!” Remus said, his hand meeting your shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “Don’t do that. They’re really well done.”

“What?” You asked breathily, the color rejoining your face in a tomato-y bloom.

“You got the likeness of me down pat,” he said, smiling. Honestly smiling.

“What?”

He quirked an eyebrow, taking the sketchbook from your hand. He opened up to one as if he memorized the page it was on.

It was one of your favorites.

Both you and Remus happened to be in the same class for Astrology. It was night, and he was staring at the sky, ignoring everything that Professor Adair was saying. You were also ignoring everything the professor was saying, sketching Remus’ profile instead.

“This looks like me,” he said, handing you the book as he pointed. “My hair, my nose, my mouth. I honestly don’t know how you captured me like that.”

He was being too kind. Your heart dropped as you took it away, clutching it to your chest again.

“Are you making fun of me?” You asked earnestly.

“What? No! Oh my god, no! I’m being- I’m flattered!” Your expression still looked pained. He sighed, backing away slightly, still smiling. “Do you want to come to Honeydukes with me this weekend?”

“What?” You asked, causing Remus’ smile to grow.

“I think you need your ears cleaned out,” he teased, handing the sketchbook back to you. “Honeydukes? This weekend? I think it’d be fun if you and I went.”

“Are you being serious?” You asked, taken aback.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” he asked, smiling as he shook his head. “Please? It’d be fun! You can read my journal as payback.”

“I’ll go,” You said, a shy smile appearing. “I don’t need to read your journal though.”

“Why not?” Remus shrugged. “It’s all about you anyway.”

“Oh.”

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Twelve

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: yo yo! (Timmy's voice). I know, I know, it's been a rough couple of months since I last posted something but i was just starting college (i passed in one of the top best in my country so I'm really glad), and now that everything's outta the way I can go back to writing so better get used to receive some news from me baby!

Aaand, Ik this one's a little shorter than usual but i just wanted to announce that im back so... yeah

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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When summer came and Harry had to go back to Hogwarts and then back to his uncle’s house, Sirius was ready to throw hands.

The remaining marauders grew a very solid anger towards their old headmaster after everything Y/n and Regulus told them about, and were ready to disobey him one more time, however after some long days of talking, they decided to play the game.

If Dumbledore was allowed to lie to them and risk their lives as if they were a bunch of pawns, so could the Order.

So Harry, Hermione and Ron went to Hogwarts to finish their fifth school year, the Potter would write letters to his sister everyday and once every two days they’d talk through the fireplace.

He’d tell her how his day was, how he missed the twins fooling around, how Umbridge was such a pink bitch he could throw up; and Y/n would give small hints about how their search for the Horcruxes was going, and the best way to hex his professor without her knowing.

He avoided referring to her as a sister, and just went with “a very dear friend”, and also never mentioned Dumbledore, just in case he decided to somehow capture Edwiges and read the messages.

But they were so happy being able to talk to each other basically everyday after being almost sixteen years apart.

The boy was happy he, for once, could write home, to someone who was actually interested, some family.

Of course, before, he had Sirius, but the man saw him as a replacement for James, and Harry viewed him the same way; this was different, he didn’t saw Y/n as his mother, neither did her.

But it was pretty clear he was jealous whenever someone else interacted with her.

Like this time when Hermione told him she sent a letter to Y/n to ask about some potions and how she was healing, Harry turned red immediately and wondered why she was so worried if she wasn’t her sister.

Or whenever they were talking through the fireplace and Regulus would be right beside her in the room.

“It’s like” He mumbled, “You guys have your own families and I don’t interfere, let me have mine!”

Speaking about her healing, it took longer than expected, and she hid that from Harry, not wanting the boy to worry over nothing, but Regulus only allowed her to step out of the bedroom when her brother was going back to Petunia’s house.

“Honestly, I do think I will die here.” She confessed one day when he came in with her meal. “But of boredom.”

The day Harry had to go back to his uncle's, he decided to see his sister one last time before spending the entire summer without her.

And everyone got a pretty clear view from Harry's jealousy that day.

Remus left the house to receive the golden trio outside, not knowing an exact hour they'd be there, so it was just Regulus and Sirius downstairs and Y/n in her room.

The kids' presence not being exactly announced when they arrived, both Black Brothers thinking she'd be asleep and didn't wanted to bother the poor girl.

Well, they were wrong.

Because her voice came loud and clear, not even a little groggy: "Hey Reggie?"

They perked up at that, the man standing up.

"I'm bored, do you wanna come lay with me so I can play with your hair?"

Their eyes widened, staring at the younger Black in pure shock. He nodded his head at them, as in greeting goodbye and started going upstairs.

Mid-way he started running towards her, knowing she'd probably change her mind if he took too long. "Yes!"

Harry was fuming, as red as Ron's hair.

He busted into his sister’s room and finding her messing with Regulus’ curls. The boy shooed him away harshly and dropped his own head on her lap, staring at the Black with a cold glare that made Y/n laugh.

After a couple minutes, they decided to hang out with everyone else, and Harry would never leave his sister, following her around like a shadow and even making Regulus jealous, and it was so comic for his brother.

She told Harry things they couldn't talk about through letters, like the possessor's training that Reggie was responsible for, or how the Horcruxes hunt was going in full details.

"That reminds me, I got something for you." Y/n announced before sprinting upstairs, to which Regulus was really unhappy about. But she then came back a few moments later, with an old and messy hairbrush on one hand. "It was our father's, it's the only thing I have from him and I want you to have it."

"Are you sure?" He reluctantly asked, holding it as if it could break and disappear if he as much breathed on it. But Y/n shook her head yes with a huge smile.

"Consider it an early birthday gift."

The boy felt his eyes watering, sucking in a hiccup and holding the Potter in a tight hug that almost made him cry his eyes out.

Throughout the rest of the year, Harry would look at the hairbrush almost as if he was begging for his dad's guidance. He felt back on his third year, standing by the lake, with Sirius and his own image passing out on the other side, waiting for his dad to come and save the day.

Except that right now, he knew it was basically his own mind giving him advice. The boy was desesperately trying not to get his hopes high that Y/n could bring them back to life.

She sure was powerful, but after her death she appeared to get weaker and weaker by the day.

He'd get letters from Remus or one of the Black brothers saying she was too sick to write, that they'd keep him uptaded on any important news.

But how could Harry stay fucking calm? Deep down, he felt lied to. He had no reason to suspect his godfather or his sistser's godfather, but Merlin there was something wrong.

And he was right.

Because a week after he arrived at the Dursley's, Regulus Black woke up to an empty bed except for himself.

Calling out her name, no answer.

The basement just as empty as the bed.

Sirius and Remus? Clueless.

Kreacher? Obliviated.

Y/n Potter was, once again, missing.

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marauders era characters and their favorite movies

if they lived in the muggle world circa 2024

remus: little miss sunshine brutal and disturbingly human, but intertwined with themes of love, family, support, and healing

james: talladega nights the theme of this movie is that friendship is magic. you know james was saying "if you're not first, you're last" for years after seeing this movie. also he tried to create a shake-and-bake thing with sirius

sirius: howl's moving castle "that howl is so fucking hot" "he literally just looks like you" "exactly" sirius sees himself as this main love interest (howl) and he sees remus as sophie, especially when she's an old woman that howl has to take care of. all he wants to do is take care of remus

peter: bridge to terabithia peter seems like the kind of person to find stories of tragical childhood friendships really compelling. he also loves josh hutcherson (who doesn't)

regulus: the secret life of walter mitty he relates to the main character - a man who is controlled and meticulous but longs to go on an adventure. he also wishes that sirius would pull him out of his monotonous life and into the unknowable but with complete acceptance of who he is.

lily: little women in the way that i feel like i've been shot every time i watch a movie involving complicated mother/daughter relationships, lily would be deeply compelled by stories about sisterhood. especially jo and amy who always feel second to each other

mary: princess mononoke she would relate to the main character and be very enthralled by ashitaka. definitely a comfort watch for her.

marlene: raising arizona or zoolander she loves absurdist comedies with lovable and endearing characters. she is also low-key attracted to nick cage when he was young, but don't tell anyone, it's a secret.

dorcas: arrival or parasite dorcas has unequivocally good movie tastes. she likes high concept stories with heavy thematic writing and devastating plots. she talks about them in detail for weeks afterward

pandora: midsommar and pan's labyrinth she loves movies with comically intense violence. she finds high control groups fascinating. she definitely loves pan's labyrinth because of the freaky monsters and the fact that it sounds like it could belong to her

xenophilius: the twilight saga he knows every detail and loves to examine the story from all sides. he and pandora bond over the fact that carlisle is a joseph smith archetype.

evan: deadpool evan sees deadpool as barty and loves the character because of it. he is also envious of the characters freedom to be himself

barty: the mummy he just thinks that everyone in this movie is really fucking hot

snape: pride and prejudice (2005) finds it super romantic and loves the way characters talk and deliver lines. he listens to the soundtrack as background music while he works.

frank longbottom: spiderman (no way home) no one was more excited than he was when the three spiderman characters interacted. he cried a lot when watching this movie

alice: narnia it was her sexual awakening ;)

narcissa: glass onion she loves a who-done-it story, she reads mystery novels all the time and she thought this one was the most exciting

bellatrix: barbarian or bones and all she watches bones and all like "when is it my turn to be happy?" and she watches barbarian like "what is it like to have a mother who loves you?" everyone thinks she's crazy

lucius: dune or the king he sees himself as the king. that scene where robert pattinson's character is slipping around in the mud and timmy's character is standing there unbothered - that's how lucius pictures himself and arthur weasley. he also thinks of his own family when he watches dune

also this came from a question that @wolfpadx asked in the discord and i just had to elaborate on my thoughts.

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𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 - 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒄𝒆

Sirius Black x reader, James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader (seperate) preferance; what its like to ice skate with the marauders day five of christmas advent calendar warnings; none uhm i've never made a preferance before but i was dying trying to make this so yeah, i hope it good!

Sirius Black:

Definitely is terrified of going on the ice

Lowkey dreading it because he hates the cold (post!Azkaban Sirius definitely)

Tightly holds onto your hand

If your experienced he’ll use you as a crutch and if you’re not you’ll both end up on the floor tangled together

In the end, he hated it and never wants to do it again 🙂

Forces you to pay for hot chocolate after for compensation, to which you gladly oblige

James Potter:

Claims he's never done it before

… is literally at professional level

Skates circles around you while you’re trying not to fall

Will press a kiss to your lips when he does laps on you

Becomes friends with a random guy and they skate together

You become friends with the guys girlfriend who also sucks at ice skating

Ends up being less of a romantic date together and more a friend date w the random people you met

He’ll grab your arm to urge you forward and you fall instead, taking him down with you

Now it's a tradition to go skating with that couple every year

Remus Lupin:

Ice skating has never sounded appealing to him, but he’s just glad he gets to spend time with you

Holds your hand the entire time, he will never leave your side

He’s not very good at first, but he picks it up quickly

You both get better and better throughout the night

At the end of the night he can successfully twirl you on the ice

He’s really happy and giddy the entire night, with his wide smile and twinkling eyes (you know exactly what look I’m talking about)

Once you’ve retired to your bed at night he tells you how much fun he had and he loves you SO MUCH

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Open and Waiting (Chapter 1)

Gif from this post by @ashr-jedi

Summary: You try out something new with Tech. As it turns out, like with pretty much everything, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Relationship: Tech x f!reader (eventual mentions of Hunter x f!reader, Crosshair x f!reader, Echo x f!reader and Wrecker x f!reader)

Warnings: NSFW, cock warming, domination, submission, humiliation, Dominant Tech, submissive reader, cock ring, saliva/drool, restraints, leather wrist cuffs, leather collar, naked and kneeling reader, subspace, tiny hint of poor self worth, star wars swearing, playing fast and loose star wars canon details, not beta read

Word Count: 1604 (Chapter 1)

Authors Notes: Help I’ve written fanfic. This is the first time I’ve ever written fan fiction and the first time I’ve ever written smut so please be gentle. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing but this idea has latched onto my brain and refuses to let go so here we are. Creative writing is not my strong suit so I hope this is alright.

Also, this is absolute filth. If you think this is saucy then strap in cause you ain't seen nothing yet. Tech says some truly filthy things in Chapter 5. Yes, there are 5 chapters of this monstrosity so far and I’m nowhere even close to the end. I’ve written 7700+ words of this thing. There’s 18 pages so far. What have I done to myself?!

If I’ve screwed something up or forgotten a warning or missed something out, please gently let me know and I will be more than happy to fix it!

Please read the warnings! And please let me know if you liked it and if you’d like to read Chapter 2 or more.

Chapters: Two, Three, Four, Five, Six | Ao3

Open and Waiting (Chapter 1)

The durasteel floor of the Marauder is cold.

Which makes sense. It is metal after all and we’re not exactly on the warmest of planets right now.

What makes it particularly noticeable is that my bare legs are currently kneeling on said cold durasteel. In fact, my entire bare naked body is kneeling on the floor of the Marauder. Wrists cuffed behind my back, my right cheek pillowed against fabric stretched over a lean, muscular thigh and my jaw kept open as Tech’s cock just sits there on my tongue and fills my mouth.

I’m grateful that he chose the softer leather cuffs with the adjustable chain. Saves my shoulders from being constantly wrenched back and the harsh metal of binders biting into my wrists. Tech has always been decidedly considered, thorough and aware of these matters though so it doesn’t surprise me. That man will assiduously research anything and everything, including new kinks to explore. I’m always nervous about broaching these sorts of topics, but at least with Tech I know he will approach the idea with an open, inquisitive mind before launching into discovering everything there is to know about my new suggestion.

When I first bought up the idea of trying cock warming with him, there was a definite flare of interest behind those goggles. It only increased as I did my best to explain the concept while valiantly trying to shove my worries and fears into the nearest storage crate. I know I shouldn’t be ashamed about my sexual interests, and Maker knows they all so gently remind me of this regularly, but old habits are hard to shake. I really shouldn’t have worried though because when Tech came and found me later that night, I’d hadn’t seen him that intensely interested in a new discovery in a while.

Well, not since we found those rare Tarisian bark beetles anyway.

So here I am, completely completely naked, save for a leather collar and cuffs, kneeling in the middle of our ship with Tech’s cock in my mouth. Just kneeling in front of him, completely still, arms restrained behind my back, cheek resting on his inner thigh, eyes closed, jaw slack, tongue touching my bottom lip, drool spilling out the sides of my mouth and dripping obscenely down my chin, and that glorious, firm cock just resting in my mouth, filling it up.

There’s nothing I can do apart from kneel here and drool around Tech’s cock.

Nothing I’m allowed to do either. Sir was very clear that I was to make no movement whatsoever. Not even to swallow. Which is why my mouth and chin are now covered in my own drool and I’m sure I must be making a complete mess of the floor.

At least durasteel is fairly easy to clean up and wipe down. Trying to get stains out of the red leather of the cockpit chairs is another matter entirely.

Tech is sitting on a storage crate while he tinkers with a project on the fold down workbench above me. Those long rangy legs bracketing me in. Close, but not quite close enough to touch the rest of my body, apart from where my cheek rests against his inner thigh.

Damn man knows exactly what he’s doing.

Heavy boots rest on the floor well past where I’m kneeling and serve as another reminder of just how tall and imposing Tech can be. He might not be as overtly muscular as Wrecker or even Hunter but that lean frame belies a beskar imbued strength. At six foot four, Tech absolutely towers over me, even when he’s sitting and I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He’s an all encompassing presence and it’s making something curl deep within my gut.

It’s also making my cunt wet but there’s not much I can do about that right now.

At the end of our pre-session conversation, Tech also gave me strict instructions that I was not to touch myself. While that’s a little hard to do with my hands cuffed behind my back, Tech could’ve bound my hands directly to my cunt and I still wouldn’t have done a damn thing. He knows how desperately I crave praise and will do anything to be his good little girl–

Oh kriff, don’t think about that right now. Don’t think about Tech calling me a good girl. Do not think about it. You’re just going to make your current predicament even worse.

Dank farrik, my pussy is definitely wetter now. It’s going to end up dripping onto the floor and then there will be an even bigger blotch beneath me.

The collection of drool covering the lower half of my face and hanging off my chin has been progressively getting worse the longer this has gone on. The humiliation of being turned into a drooling mess is both delicious and excruciating and my poor hazy brain cannot figure out whether it wants to lean into it or run away. I’ve been stripped down and reduced to nothing but a tight, hot void to keep Tech’s cock warm.

Warm, and hard.

When we started, Tech had certainly been interested but he wasn’t exactly at full mast either. It had been fairly easy for him to slide my open and eager mouth over his cock before gloved hands gently leant my head against his inner thigh. Since then he’s been steadily hardening inside my mouth while he completely ignores me and works on his current project that is strewn in bits across the workbench above. It’s almost like the more I drool, the harder he gets. I can just start to taste the hint of his pre-cum when that clipped, precise voice breaks through the silence above me.

“I require an additional tool and need to momentarily step away in order to retrieve it. This will necessitate briefly moving your position. You will remain kneeling with your eyes closed and mouth open. Am I understood?”

I do my best to answer with a “Yes Sir” around his cock but all it ends up sounding like is a garbled “...eth…er”. Thankfully, this must be enough to appease him because a gloved hand is running through my hair before gently moving my head and then pulling my mouth from his hard cock. I can feel the heaviness of it slide over my tongue and brush my bottom lip as the solid weight leaves my mouth. There’s a moment of bereft emptiness before a collection of drool follows Tech’s cock out of my mouth and spills over my chin in a wave of tantalising humiliation. Tech doesn’t immediately move and I realise he must be observing me.

Observing his naked, collared and restrained submissive kneeling in front of him with their mouth open and drool hanging from their chin.

I must look like a completely and utterly ruined mess.

The thought only serves to cause a further spike in delectable humiliation.

After a laden beat, Tech rises from the storage crate, effortlessly swings a leg over my head and then marches off towards his bunk. The slide of metal dragging against metal can be heard before a soft click signifies that his personal storage box has been unlocked.

Why is he going through there? His tools are usually kept in mystifyingly precise locations around the ship if they’re not already on his person.

A few more clicks indicate that an internal compartment has been opened and whatever he was looking for must have been inside because the lock-box is swiftly snapped shut and shoved back under his bunk.

A marked stride makes its way back to my position of supplication on the floor but Tech doesn’t immediately sit down.

I’m being observed again.

I can’t do anything to stop the reactive shiver that runs through me at the realisation.

There’s an odd, slightly slick sliding noise above me and then Tech is sitting back down on the storage crate. A hand runs over my head as he tells me–

“You will assume your previous position.”

I’m given no chance to respond as he pushes at the back of my head, making my mouth slide over his cock again. My cheek is leant against his inner thigh once more and then I’m left there just as I was moments before, mouth full of Tech’s cock while he goes back to working on his current project.

As I breathe through the returned presence of his cock filling my mouth, I realise that my nose had just barely brushed against something smooth and different.

A cock ring.

So that’s the additional tool he required.

I’m not sure I’d call a cock ring a tool but I’m in no position to argue. Tech must be enjoying this even more than I thought if he’s had to pull one of those out of his collection. I can’t tell which one it is, though if it starts vibrating then at least I’ll know it's one of his later inventions.

I almost startle out of my rumination on Tech’s assortment of toys when long fingers card through my hair and his palm smooths over my head. The tips of those fingers start lightly scritching back and forth against my scalp and I have to stop myself from moaning and going completely boneless against him. It’s soft and gentle and, despite the fact that I’m basically just a glorified cock sleeve for him at this point, it’s oddly calming. Tech continues to tenderly caress my head and I drift, floating in a haze of submission.

Drool continues to drip onto the floor of the Marauder.

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 5 months

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everybody plays the fool

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

request: not requested, just based on personal experience & struggles rn lol

warnings: fluff, angst, loving someone else who is in a relationship, hurt, unrequited love? kinda?

note: recently experienced this with someone very important to me so super slay! some of these quotes are exactly what he said, which is kinda funny to use them in a fic. anyway, enjoy your early christmas present since i havent posted in 9 months!!!

remus lupin was not a bad person by any means, no, but at the present moment, you wish he was so you had some kind of 'backup' for your hurt.

you and remus had been close for a number of years, your relationship flourishing once you joined the order. he was very protective and observant of you, ready to jump into action if you needed his help - but he was not overwhelming. he respected you, that much was clear, and if you needed him to care for you, he'd be there in a heartbeat.

his standing with romantic relationships was something that you were not always 100% clear on, and you never pushed him to clarify or share that part of his life with you. but members of the order had told you of past partners, and to your knowledge, he was single - and life was good. you felt comfortable being a bit more flirty with him and hanging around him more often than usual. remus never seemed to mind and was glad to have you around, and your heart fluttered like a golden snitch.

well, up until you found out he had a girlfriend.

when word had spread, you backed off immediately. flirting with him, making suggestive comments, and of the sorts was no longer your place, and while it stung, you respected it. ruining a relationship was not on your bucket list. but really, you shouldn't have worried too much about yourself.

remus had been showing you around grimmauld place, as sirius typically had old photos of their younger selves, and when you had discovered a bunch of old polaroids of the marauders, remus was quick to delve into his past at hogwarts. you ran your thumb over the photos, fondly looking at the group of boys.

you glanced up at remus, "i have to say, rem, this photo looks nothing like you," a soft laugh escaping your lips.

remus chuckled, "that was when i was young, y/n, full of hopes and dreams, handsome. you missed my prime."

you laughed along with him, but you sensed part of words held a bit of truth behind them, "i feel robbed of not being around during your prime, with the way you describe it."

remus shrugged, a sigh escaping him, "yes, well, that was when i used to be somewhat attractive and before all of this madness."

the words slipped before you could stop, "in a non-weird, platonic way, you're still attractive so don't let time control your happiness and contentment with your life, remus."

he blushed from your words, smiling lightly, "in a non-weird, platonic way, i kind of like that you said that."

you looked at one another, your lips mindlessly swiping over your lips. remus cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that-"

you shook your head, "no, i overstepped - i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable..."

it was now remus's turn to shake his head, a soft smile on his face, "we both apologized, so i think we're even, darling. I'll see you at dinner."

after that first encounter, you decided to put some distance between you and lupin; you had figured it was the best option in avoiding any kind of awkward tension. and, for the most part, it worked. there were a few instances where you had to interact, but it was for the order and while things weren't necessarily awkward, it settled your mind.

soon enough, christmas had rolled around and yourself, along with the rest of the order and the kids, had decided to spend the holidays at grimmauld place. the house was bustling with such positive, happy energy and it was exactly what you needed.

remus and yourself were currently outside on the steps, sitting down as you people-watched. it was quite calming, had you not been a bit anxious considering it was your first time being alone with him in a while.

"so," remus started, "how have you been? i feel like we have not seen each other in a while."

you turned to him, smiling lightly, "good! currently doing a lot of raids for the ministry and sometimes that includes sleeping outside and just waiting. not ideal, but it's...life."

remus raised his eyebrows, "that's hell! you deserve better than that - do you have anywhere to sleep, like a tent?"

you shrugged, "sometimes we can conjure one, other times we decide to wait it out."

playing with his fingers, remus blew out a breath, "i'd say i would join you, but considering we spend enough time together here as it is, I'm not sure that it would be as fun."

you shook your head, "you said it yourself, we haven't seen each other in a while - it would be a blast having you there, if it weren't for the ministry." remus smiled at your reply.

soon enough, remus and you fell into a routine whenever you both were at grimmauld place: talking a stroll outside, sharing stories about your childhoods and memories that held importance, before heading back inside for the night.

you were incredibly thankful for grimmauld place. it had become a home, somewhere to rely on if you just needed some bustling of life, socialization, or love. tonight, an important quidditch playoff was on, and soon enough, the adults were becoming tipsy due to muggle alcohol.

you wouldn't have taken any action if remus's girlfriend was around, but she wasn't, so you took this opportunity to help the lycanthrope upstairs and into bed.

"remus lupin, you party animal," you chuckled, helping him discard of his shoes and vest. his face was a bit flushed as he laughed, "y/n, i-i don't want to-to be, but if i must."

with a snort, you shook off remus's vest, "even when drunk, you're still able to form coherent, intelligent sentences. here," you paused, placing some muggle ibuprofen and water on his bedside table, "take care of yourself for tomorrow morning."

remus gave a slightly-drunken smile, "thanks for taking care of me."

you folded up his vest, placing it on a chair in his bedroom, "of course, anything for the best guy around."

he groaned, "you don't have-have to say that, it's not true."

in your head, you sighed, 'oh merlin, please do not a self-pity drunk, remus.'

you sat down next to him on the bed, "rem, I'm not sure where that thought came from, but you are an amazing guy - you're the best. none of this negative self-talk, okay?"

remus laid back, eyes glossing over, "i'm sorry if i don't live up to that all the time, if i changed your perception of me."

you leaned over, grasping his hand, "remus, life isn't about keeping score or living up to expectations. it's about loving the way that you are living and as long as you are happy, that is the most important thing. be kinder to yourself, rem."

remus sighed, holding onto your hand a bit tighter, "ah, I'm just rambling...but y/n, i appreciate you, genuinely. i love you."

pang.

you gave a saddened smile, but hid it well enough that he didn't ask questions, "i love you too, remus."

remus then began giggling to himself, hiding his face between his hands. you laughed as well, unsure as to why, but he had brightened your gloomy feelings immediately. with a squeeze of his hand, you questioned remus, "what's got you so giggly, lupin?"

he laughed softly once more, "just-just thinking about the time i slept at the top of the astronomy tower."

your eyebrows raised high with surprise, "excuse me? when was this, and can we do it at some point?"

remus nodded his head excitedly, "of course, darling. it-it was a few years ago, yes, but quite fun! but, i should warn you - it gets veryyyy chilly up there." his eyes went wide, as though remembering the cold, and shivered. you tightened the blanket around him.

with a smile, you continued, "no worries, we'll bring our fair share of pillows and blankets, don't worry, rem."

remus looked over at you, his drunkenness slowly leaving his body, "can we share, y/n?"

as if you'd say no.

"of course, remus, whatever you'd like."

"hmm, no pillow wall."

you raised an eyebrow, "pillow wall? for what, rem?"

he hummed, "to separate us, but we don't need one...i like it when you call me that, rem."

your face flushed red, but hope he didn't notice as he continued, "i tend to get hot in the middle of the night."

'don't agitate the conversation, don't encourage it.'

"well, rem, unfortunately i'm the exact opposite and i get cold in the middle of the night."

remus softly chuckled, playing with your fingers, "oh, so you may need help to warm up? you know, you could always get warmer...there are certainly some ways."

shit.

you sighed, a sad smile on your face as you brushed remus's hair back, "get some sleep before you say something you might regret. goodnight, rem." and with that, you left the room in a hurry.

you cried that night, upset and angry at yourself for playing into his drunken flirting and suggestive tones. he clearly didn't know what he was saying, but you did, and took advantage of that. ugh, you hated how that made you feel. he had a girlfriend who he loved (you assume), and what you said and suggested...oh god, how were you two going to be friends?

remus awoke the next morning, aware of what he had said. if he was being honest, he knew what he said to you as he wasn't really that drunk. and he knew once you were aware of that fact, you'd be even more upset at him. getting out of bed, remus was met with the smell of tea, which wafted through the house until he saw you outside on the steps, knee bouncing nervously.

the lycanthrope met you outside and without looking behind you, you knew who it was. remus sat down beside you, tonks on his mind as he tried to formulate what he was going to say. nymphadora was his priority, his girlfriend, his love. but why did he do this to her, to you?

"how're you feeling this morning? any hangover symptoms?" you questioned, just trying to move past the awkwardness.

remus shrugged, "i feel fine, believe it or not. how are you?"

you bit your lip, "okay. didn't get much sleep, wasn't able to shut my brain off." or your tears.

remus glanced at you; you looked exhausted and with the fresh-looking bags under your eyes, he knew you cried. and with that knowledge, his heart panged.

you took in a shaky breath before whispering, "are we okay after last night? i-i couldn't sleep because of it."

remus sighed, nodding his head, "i couldn't either, darling."

you cringed, and he noticed.

remus continued, "it's not on you, y/n, it's on me, and i'm sorry. it was a shitty thing of me to do."

you looked down, your fingernails becoming the most interesting thing in the world, "I'm sorry, too. i shouldn't have continued the conversation. it's not all on you, rem."

remus looked towards you but your head remained down, "y/n...i-i think we both went with it but it got real at some point but i did that." he paused before continuing, "let me take responsibility."

you furrowed your eyebrows, meeting his eyes once you looked up, "remus, you were drunk, i fed into your drunken conversation-"

he interrupted you, "if we're being honest, i wasn't that drunk. let me be better, y/n, please."

your heart ached as it shattered into pieces, trying to mend itself back together. he wasn't that drunk when he said those things to you last night? you became increasingly confused, upset, angry, heartbroken. this man had worked his way into your heart, becoming not only a true friend, but someone you loved. and when a flirty conversation began taking a turn, he knew exactly what he was doing, saying.

but you couldn't have him, and the way this conversation is headed, you would never.

"i just want us to be okay," you whispered the half-truth, wishing you could say what you truly wanted from him. that you wanted him.

remus grasped your hand before letting go as he felt you tense, "you are not in the wrong at all, y/n. we are more than okay."

with a nod, you bit your lip once more, "just-just let me know if i overstep, okay?"

the lycanthrope looked over your face before turning towards the street, "i wanted you to overstep last night, y/n, so take that worry and throw it away. i truly wasn't that drunk, and what i said - what i did - was unfair and selfish, and i won't do it again."

you wanted to sob. he wanted you to overstep, to break his resolve concerning you and his current relationship. remus lupin may not have been entirely sober but he was aware of what he wanted, and he doesn't deny it. this was his way of moving on, of validating your feelings and hoping it wouldn't affect anything. he'd get past it, he had to. he loved nymphadora.

but you loved him. remus lupin gave you thousands of butterflies in your stomach to the point where it made you nauseous. you showed up to grimmauld place more often than you liked just for the off-chance of seeing remus. your autonomic body functions shut down and your palms became increasingly sweaty at the thought of him. you were enamored with remus lupin, but he was enamored with someone else who he didn't see as often as you.

you were the fool in the game of love. you were there as a convenience.

you wanted to tell him that you loved him, that thinking of him made you nauseous - but in a romantic way. you want to know what it is like to kiss him, to wake up next to him, to say "i love you" in a romantic sense.

before you realized it, tears began running down your cheeks. remus turned you towards him, wiping your tears. you felt as though you were going to be sick.

"i'm sorry i made you cry," he whispered, remorse and guilt heavy in his tone. he knew what you were feeling.

you shook your head, making remus move his hands as you wipied your tears, "ugh, no, emotions are just dumb."

remus sighed with a nod, "that they are, and they get us into trouble."

your mind was racing.

he continued, "but having and expressing them is the most important thing any of us can do. whether we are overstepping or not." more tears began to flow as remus finished, "that's why everyone loves you so much; emotions are your superpower. i love working alongside you, and knowing you, y/n. truly."

with a tear-ridden face, you turned to remus and gave him a sad smile, "thank you, remus." with a pause, wondering if you should say anything else, you continued, "I'll see you inside."

before he could say anything else, you went inside and up to your bedroom, the covers becoming your comfort and safe place for your tears.

you were utterly in love with remus lupin, but he was utterly in love with nymphadora tonks. and while you guessed that remus knew your feelings towards him, he had an obligation to her, history with her, and you'd never compare. you wanted to overstep, but doing so would be wrong. you knew that time would pass, that you'd get over remus lupin eventually, but at the moment, he owned your heart while he loved someone else.

you assumed, that everybody plays the fool at some point in the game of love.

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winnienora13 · 6 days

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To Remus, madam Pomfrey was like a mother.The two of them just instantly clicked perfectly together like two pieces of the same puzzle, at least that’s what McGonagall says. She would sometimes come to the infirmary and lean on the doorstep, just watching Remus and Pomfrey talking with a fond smile. Remus loved her, but something about Poppy made him feel different. She truly felt like home. Just like his friends did.

He felt guilty about it at first :loving Poppy more than he did Minerva. But he’d realized quickly McGonagall was already someone else’s Poppy. Sirius’s. He’d witnessed the two of them exchanging on several occasions and he’d understood then, why McGonagall’s gaze always seemed so full of love when watching Pomfrey interact with him. His heart completely melted when Sirius gave him one of his most blinding smile after talking to the old lady. His boy deserved all that happiness.

Minerva loved the Marauders. She really did. Remus knew that. But she had a deeper connection to Sirius. Anyone who took the time of day to look at the two of them together could see it. It was blinding.

It didn’t really bother him. Not even when Sirius started calling McGonagall ‘’Minnie’’ while no one else could. Because he understood. He understood his professor loved Sirius and he knew Sirius shared her love. He understood what it was like to attach yourself to someone and never want to let go. He felt like that about madam Pomfrey.

One thing about Poppy is that she made chocolate as a hobby. She would always make Remus taste test every single one she made. She even gave him the rest for later so he could test them when he didn’t have enough time at the infirmary to taste all of them. Hence the fact he’s always carrying some with him now. The taste of chocolate reminded him of home, of Poppy.

That’s why, when he saw James with Lily’s eyes in the train, when he saw Harry, he immediately thought of home: his friend, the marauders. And when thinking of home, he’d always end up thinking of madam Pomfrey. So he got a chocolate bar out of his pocket and gave it to the boy hoping he’d understand just how important this was for him. Hoping maybe he could become the home this child never had the chance to have. He reckons James and Lily would like that, or at least he hopes so.

Oh how he misses home.

(This is my first time posting something I wrote so if you have any constructive advice, feel free to let me know)

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constancezin · 2 months

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I know fandom has changed a lot, but I honestly love and miss old fandom and how everyone understood the PLATONIC love the Marauders had for each other. It was so rare back in the 70's to have a group of males that loved each other and had this strong brotherhood that crumbled because of one of their own. Jily's love story will always be my favourite, and the platonic love they had for Sirius made me love them all that much more. The new fandom has taken Jily and the Marauders friendship and twisted it into this story of how they all want to shag one another or have a bunch of threesomes with each other and a bunch of multiships, and it just gives me the ick. I had to take a step back and stop reading fanfics because it was all about sex and lust, and they end up changing Sirius, James, Remus, and Lily so much that they might as well give them new names and make them OC's. Anyway, the point of this rant was to say I love your art, and the way you show the love between Jily, Marauders, and Hinny always makes my day.

Thank you so much anon!

It's a huge validation you give me here...

I feel really out of the popular "emo-marauders".

If my sweet and smiling jily makes you happy, if my easy banter and deep friendship (and only this) gives you good vibes, then my artist goal is achieved.

#zin been tagged

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chdarling · 1 year

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Hi CH, thank you so much for your wonderful story! I really love it!

I do want to express my experience as a reader and mention that while James was portrayed beautifully in the first book, I feel that in the recent chapters in this current book he's missing so much light, prankful energy and the leadership he's meant to posses. he's not playful anymore, quite broody and kind of boring. I think his relationship with Florence is literally killing his vibe and I cannot see why he hangs on to her or even like her romantically enough to date her for so long... she's been a good friend to Lily, and she's nice overall (really no hate to her, just realization she's not it for him) but she's so vanilla-boring in every aspect almost, and James is Aries, the element of fire, he needs intellectual and a strong spirited girl to stimulate his brain and attraction (well, in my pov anyway). I just don't get it and I think she doesn't even make him that happy, it really feels like convenience and playing couple after all, they just don't really click.

I know you're a brilliant writer, and so far your world building and plot are beautiful, so I'm not complaining and I'm sure you've put a lot of thought on the way you shape the plot and story. It is just an "I miss James" rant and while I'm at it, will we have more pranks and some good old Marauders scenes coming still?

Thank you again for the lovely story. Love to you.

I mean…James is going through a lot. He’s facing the inevitability of his dad dying, he’s confronting his own shitty behavior and flinching as he takes an honest look in the mirror. He’s trudging through the misery of teen romance and coping with the particularly painful heartache of unrequited love. Not to mention that he’s coming of age in the shadow of violence and the incessant creep of fascism. He’s 17! I think he gets to be a little broody sometimes. 🫠

One note though, with regards to James dating Florence for “so long”…they really haven’t been haha. They started dating mid January, and it’s like…barely April TLE time. I realize this misconception is almost certainly a result of it taking me so long to finish TLE2 and, frankly, some overall larger pacing issues that come from me writing chapter to chapter, rather than all at once and editing — both of which are reasons why I’ve decided that after TLE2 I am never writing-as-I-go again lol. But yeah, it’s not that long of a relationship. And they’re already very clearly on the rocks. 🙃

Anyway. Yeah, James is different from TLE1. And he’ll be different in TLE3. So goes the character growth!

#ch answers #tle2 #tle2 spoilers

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Hunter – Dirty Little Thief 14 - Burning Bridges

Warnings: Tension/Angst/Hurt

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You are making a serious decision. One that none of the boys will like.

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What Happened Before:

Dirty Little Thief

Part 2 -Fairplay

Part 3- What We Do Not Admit

Part 4 - Provocative

Part 5 - Fighting And Loving

Part 6 - Scorching Hot

Part 7 - Keep It Together

Part 8 - Give Me More

Part 9 - Don’t You Dare

Part 10 - Hurt

Part 11 - Say You Won’t Miss Me

Part 12 - Still A Dirty Little Thief

Part 13 – In The Shadows

Part 14 - Burning Bridges

Tech sneaked up to the hotel you were in. He just saw you leaving the building and followed your heels. He kept his distance and watched you from a safe distance. You didn't seem to have a direct target. At least that's how it appeared to him. Every now and then you turned around and he wondered if you had noticed him. Again and again he had to jump hastily into cover.

But then something happened that he would not have suspected. You stopped and seemed to be talking to someone who was on your right in the darkness of a side alley. Unfortunately, he couldn't recognize the person and because of his safe distance, he couldn't hear what was being said. But for some reason, he had a queasy feeling in his stomach.

His goggles record what is happening. Tech continues to lie in wait, watching. Then the stranger steps into the sparse light of a streetlamp. Tech holds his breath.

"Maul," he whispers "This is inconvenient."

He sends a message to Hunter over his comm with a small clip of the recording he just made.

"We're being watched," Maul says quietly.

You turn around, there's no one in sight, but you sense it too.

"No one dangerous. Probably just one of my friends.... Is a long story"

Maul snorts.

"Well, what do you think about it?"

"Coming with you and learning from you?"

Maul nods slowly, thoughtfully.

A sigh comes over your lips.

"I dont know. Right now, I'm in a strange situation."

Maul reaches for your shoulder. almost like an old friend and says, "Maybe you should put some distance between you and this situation. Reorder your priorities, plan for your future. Because right now you're not using your potential, nor do you seem happy."

Maul had a point there. At the moment you didn't know if things would smooth out with Hunter anyway. As much as it hurt, maybe you really should move on. The more you dwelled on it, the more painful it would become.

"Where would we go?"

He looks at you, his eyes digging deep into yours.

"I have a secret lair on Dathomir. That's where we would stay for now."

"Dathomir" you said lost in thought "Don't think I've ever heard of it, or ever been there".

Maul smiled. A smile that tingled under your skin.

"That should make it all the more interesting for you. No?"

You sighed and nodded.

"I guess so"

"So you'll come with me?"

"Yeah, I think I'll come along."

Hunter turned over in his bunk, annoyed when he heard the com beeping. He didn't look at the message yet, turning the device between his fingers. Maybe it was a message from you, he thought. If he was honest, he missed you already. Yes he was pissed and disappointed, but really he didn't want to lose you in any way. He just needed some time to calm down and look at things with some distance for a while.

He regretted how rudely he had dumped you, but at that moment when he did, he had been incredibly angry and disappointed. Hunter was sure you'd understand that in a way. With a sigh, he finally opened the message and was surprised that it was from Tech; he hadn't even realized that Tech had left the Marauder.

He played the video attached.

"What the..."

He saw you on the video and then another person appear, walking towards you. Maul.

"It can't be," he muttered in shock.

He hastily swung out of the bunk and put on his gear.

"Guys! Get your gear on! We've got a problem!"

Tech followed you two to a landing platform. He didn't know exactly what you were up to, but he didn't like where the situation was going at all. As Maul led you purposefully toward a shuttle, he felt a knot in his stomach.

"Well, that's not good."

He set off another message with his location and the attachment "Hurry up!"

Tech guessed Hunter and the rest would be too late, but he also knew he couldn't interfere. He couldn't do much against a former Sith Lord, even with your help. He knew you didn't have the slightest idea who you were dealing with. He could only hope that Maul was not interested in harming you.

The Scimitar was modified, you could tell that much. The original courier ship was equipped with armament it wasn't supposed to have.

You felt a strange heaviness inside you. The thought of really leaving the planet and leaving Clone Force 99 behind was heavy on your stomach. You would sorely miss the boys, especially Hunter.

It wasn't easy for you, but for now it made sense. Hunter didn't want you around anymore, and Maul knew things about what was lying dormant that you probably couldn't learn from anyone else.

You sat down in the copilot seat, watched him launch the shuttle. As you took off, the queasy feeling intensified, but you kept your mouth shut. Maybe you would meet the boys again someday, maybe then everything could be okay again. You wouldn't stay away forever. Besides, you knew all the hiding places. You would find the boys again.

As Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair came running, the shuttle was just disappearing into the horizon. Tech approached them, adjusted his goggles, and said dryly, "You're too late. She just took off with Maul in his shuttle."

"What?!"

Wrecker shouted out, „She's gone? We gotta go after her!“

Hunter's look is shocked, stunned, worried and angry all at the same time.

"I couldn't do anything. Not alone" Tech said "My intervention might have even endangered her"

Echo asked, "Did he take her?"

Tech shook his head.

"She went with him willingly. At least that's what it looked like. I don't think she knows who she's dealing with."

Crosshair growled to Hunter, "Whatever you said to her must have left a lasting impression."

He knew that himself and right now he deeply regretted every word of it.

In the next chapter we make a somewhat larger leap in time

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