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messrmagpie · 2 years
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Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
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and save it from the funny tricks of time
Remus reminiscing- circa October ‘82
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accio-sriracha · 4 months
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Peter Pettigrew and The Marauders
By: Accio_Sriracha
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: (minor) Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, (minor) James Potter & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter
Characters: Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom
Word Count: 5k :)
Additional Tags: Peter Pettigrew is a Marauder, Peter Pettigrew Needs a Hug, Good Peter Pettigrew, Young Peter Pettigrew, Peter Pettigrew-centric, POV Peter Pettigrew, Nice Peter Pettigrew, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders, Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), Please Don't Hate Me, Fluff, Fluff without Plot
Summary:
An ode to the young Peter Pettigrew.
To brotherhood, to love and carefree laughter, to the man who brings the snacks on roadtrips and to study groups; though he may not be the glue, he will always be the warmth of these four childhood best friends.
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dduane · 4 months
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By the way...
it was sort of last week, or maybe during the week before—I forget— when @petermorwood came downstairs to get tea while he was working on some long post or another full of guns and swords and assorted deadly weaponry—or cats, or food, or historical clothing, you know what he's like... and all of a sudden he said:
"So what about Cyber Monday?"
And I wasn't sure where that was coming from, as Peter normally doesn't spend a lot of his time being concerned about cyber stuff in general.
"Uh, why?" said I.
"Well, it's the Young Wizards anniversary month. Shouldn't you be doing some kind of sale offer over on Twitter, the way you did on Tumblr?"
My mouth kind of opened and shut again. Mostly at the moment when I think of Twitter, it's in terms of imagery involving things circling the drain at ever-increasing speed. And as far as Cyber Monday went, I hadn't really thought about it. This year I noticed that I've started kind of lumping it in with Black Friday, which mostly increasingly makes me mutter and shake my head as I see what my email box gets to look like this time of year. And since I'd been mostly preoccupied with writing issues and website crap lately, you could kind of multiply that not-caring by two. Or five. Or some power of ten.
...Yet he had a point. And what the hell, at least putting a video up there would remind people that the series existed! (Because people do seem to keep forgetting, and then suddenly bursting out with OH WAIT ARE THESE THOSE BOOKS I LOVED WHEN I WAS A KID, WAIT, YOU MEAN SHE WROTE THOSE, I THOUGHT ALL SHE DID WAS STAR TREK?!) (Eyeroll.)
"But I told them on Tumblr," I said, "that I wasn't going to do any more of these sales for the foreseeable future."
"Looks like you forgot to foresee this," said Himself, dumping half a cow's worth of milk in his tea as usual. "Look, if you do it just one more time, I bet they'll forgive you as long as you tell them about it so they can take advantage of it if they want to." Then he snickered. "And anyway, you told them you weren't going to do any Sherlock/Young Wizards fusions either, and look how that turned out." More snickering. "They forgave you for that. Eventually."
"Oh god."
"Just tell them. They'll let you off the hook." Up the stairs he went, still snickering. "Sometime in mid-2024 probably."
(eyeroll)
Dammitall, I hate it when he has a point.
So look. Here's the discount page. There's the video, two paragraphs down. You all know the drill. The "All the Wizardry" package is $29.99 today. The "I Want Everything You've Got" package is $40 just for today. Anybody who hasn't taken advantage of one of these offers previously, or didn't have the cash earlier, or wants to point somebody else at it...go knock yourself or -selves out with my abslute blessing. (Because who knows whether anybody on Twitter will notice at all, the way the algorithm's been behaving.)
And: everybody please forgive me. (abases herself before the assembled multitudes in the approved manner)
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(...Anyway, WTH, it's worth a try. I want to get this friend of mine a new fountain pen for Christmas, and every little bit helps...) :)
(And a final reminder: we can't sell to people in Britain / the UK, it's a Brexit problem ... so sorry about that.)
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hoffmans-trophywife · 4 months
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Saw Characters and what are they like in bed (Headcanons)
Warning: NSFW Smut 18+
Mark Hoffman
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His favorite hobby is taking out a stressful day at work on your body.
He is an aggressive and not kind guy, but if you asked him, he would make an effort to be as soft as possible.
Biting, choking, slapping, hair pulling and various marks on your body would be common, he loves to show other people that you have an owner
Sex anywhere and everywhere without shyness and fear of being caught, if he feels horny it doesn't matter, he will fuck you right there or even drag you to a nearby bathroom
He likes to inject his sperm into you and see it running down your pussy, it gives a feeling of power
Call him "daddy" and watch this man become a machine that will make you cum for hours and hours
Condoms doesn't exist in his world
He loves seeing your ruined makeup stain your face while he calls you the most humiliating names possible
“Look at this pathetic slut finishing herself on my dick. How embarrassing."
Handcuffs? Oh yes, he would make a point of pinning you to the bed with them
He is a little cold, but then he would take care of you and your bruises, with ointments and kisses
Peter Strahm
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Only his face seems to be rude, he is so sweet, always careful for fear of hurting you, always asking if you're okay and if you're comfortable
“Beautiful, im not hurting you, am i? Tell me if it hurts and i ll stop.”
At one point it gets annoying and you just ask him not to be so careful, maybe you might regret it later, because he will definitely destroy you
He likes to be called sir and agent, while he calls you darling, princess, beautiful
“You like it when this agent destroys your pussy, don’t you, princess?”
Praise kink???? praise kink!!!!!
His ties would be used to make it impossible for you to see
He would be a little afraid of cumming inside you and the results come in 9 months, but when he was horny, this would be totally ignored
He thinks the size of his hands are perfect for marking your neck and ass
After it was over, he would make a point of giving you a massage and buying some sweets for you to eat
Adam Faulkner-Stanheight
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He is a super shy boy, when he see your naked body his cheeks would turn red immediately
This boy loves boobs and is obsessed with them, he likes to squeeze, lick, suck, play with your nipples
Talking about nipples, this is definitely the most sensitive part of his body, when your nails drag there it can be enough to make him squirm
Moans moans moans MOANS >>>LOUD<<<
Whimpers and tears are already part of him
He is so submissive that you feel sorry, if you told him to lick your feet he would do it right away
“Please mommy, i ll do whatever you want, let me inside you... I just want to cum, im so needy...”
Mommy kink??? Mommy kink!!! The more you are in a higher position than him, the more he likes it.
You are his world, he will do anything you want, he doesn't care, he just want you to feel good and satisfied
He is a baby!!! after sex he would stick to you like a bug just to get some affection from you, please take care of him!
Amanda Young
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A super versatile woman, but who hates being the submissive in the relationship
She likes to see you writhing beneath her begging for more
A toy collector, she would buy the biggest ones just to test them on your pussy
Strapons are her favorite and your ass was her favorite thing too
“This hungry ass swallows this cock so well, im so proud of my girl, hm?”
She can be a little sadistic and likes to make you feel pain, but if you told her you didn't like it, she would stop right away
Public places? Public places!!!
She's not afraid of anything, she's faced a lot in her life, having sex in public wouldn't affect her in any way
John would always warn you to make less noise, but who said she cares about that?
Then she would lie with you, stroking your hair until you fell asleep and thanking you for being in her life
Lawrence Gordon
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Oh Doctor Gordon, even outside of work he loves to play doctor and patient with you, making you take off your clothes for a very specific routine "exam"
“We need to do an exam, i see that you are not very well, i will have to analyze the inside of you...”
He's the ultimate romantic in the world, he would never have the courage to have rougher sex with you, but if you insisted a lot, who knows, maybe some hair pulling and slapping would happen?
He would definitely cum inside you with the intention of getting you pregnant and making you both stay connected forever
If you were on a date and he felt horny, he would pay the bill immediately and take you to his car
He loves seeing you in colorful lingerie and would buy several for you to wear only with him in intimate moments.
He cares more about your pleasure than his pleasure, if you cum? He will be happy and satisfied. If he doesn't cum? Who cares, then he would masturbate and that's it
He's the type of guy who takes a while to come, so your sex lasts a long time but always leaves you wanting another piece of him
Quickies at his doctor's office? Why not?
Your favorite food, lots of sweets, affection and a good and delicious bath would be prepared just for you after sex
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moim0i · 6 months
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Hearts and Deceptions
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Pairing: Young Remus Lupin x Female Reader
Warnings: controlling parent... angsty?
Summary: sirius wants to date this hot girl but her father made a rule that she cannot date until her icky little sister finds a boyfriend first. Sirius asks remus to do him a HUGE favour and try to woo her little sister but it seemed that they aren't fond of each other.
a/n: writing this I realized I don't know how to write 2 people in love because I never loved someone before so idk how that feels like
inspired by the taming of the shrew and 10 things I hate about you
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"no, absolutely not," Remus said as he pushed past sirius as he sat down on the ground and set his muggle novel on the coffee table.
"c'mon moony, PLEASE. I'll do your homework for a week," sirius pleaded.
remus blankly stared at him before rolling his eyes, "you doing my homework? sirius please I'd rather do my own work than get a D."
"hey! I'm not that bad!"
"you're right," James chimed in as he entered the common room along with Peter. "you're worse!"
sirius rolled his eyes while Peter gave a little laugh.
"what are you lot talking about anyways?" the glasses-wearing boy asked as he sat on the couch behind remus.
"sirius wants me to try and date y/n l/n so he can date her sister," the scarred boy grunted as he continued to read his book.
"yikes," Peter piped in.
"oof," James huffed and shook his head. "a right ol' shrew she is."
even though remus wasn't fond of y/n in any way, he didn't like how james referred to a woman as such.
"forget about it sirius."
"what can convince you?"
"nothing."
"you don't even have to date her for long! just one week until their dad is off their backs and then you can break up with her."
"no sirius."
"she's hot too!"
"then you go date her."
"she's your type!" at this point sirius started saying things around because remus gave him almost an offended look.
"like you know what that is."
"isn't her father one of the top healers at st.mungo's? you could snag a good spot there if you dated her."
"you too Peter?" Remus chastised but the other boy just shrugged his shoulders in return, clearly amused by their conversation.
"it's about time you get a girlfriend, moony. even if it's just for experience," James added with a shrug of his shoulders.
"no thanks."
"come on remmy, PLEASE," sirius begged.
"if I do would you please shut up?" Remus said without a thought.
"yes!"
"FINE."
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"there she is moony," sirius pointed out as the two were hidden behind a wall, peering over it to look at the girl with her friends.
there stood y/n l/n along with her fellow slytherin friends regulus black, Evan rosier, Avery, mulciber, and severus snape.
the marauders hated these lot.
they didn't have a cool name like them, most people referred to them as the gang of slytherins. slytherins that were notorious for bullying muggleborns and blood traitors. although y/n l/n and regulus black never really participated in their cruel acts they were still part of the group in association.
"can I go up to her when she's NOT with her friends? I'm not stupid enough to be publicly humiliated," Remus sighed as he watched the group. y/n didn't look all that interested in what the others were laughing about, along with regulus. the both of them looked like they'd rather be anywhere else.
"wait remus look! look! she's leaving, go get her buddy!" sirius beamed as he saw y/n and his brother regulus approaching their direction.
before remus could even comprehend anything, sirius pushed him right in front of the two with a thumbs up.
y/n, who was caught off guard almost butting heads with another person, had her heart quicken as she stepped back quickly to avoid the collision.
"what the hell are you doing?" the girl hissed. "move, halfblood."
"l/n, wait! I wanted to talk to you," Remus said urgently when he saw the girl about to shove him away.
"I'll meet you on the pitch when you're done," regulus announced as he gave remus a tight-lipped smile and walked away from the two.
"what do you want, halfblood?" y/n asked gripping the ends of her robes tightly as she shifted her footing.
"um I... I just wanted to know if you'd like to come to hogsmede with me next Sunday. like a date?" Remus requested, unconvincingly.
"no," the slytherin girl simply sidestepped away from the gryffindor boy and went on her way toward the quidditch pitch.
"what the hell was that, remmy?" sirius asked as he got out of his hiding spot.
"what?" Remus asked, annoyed evident in his voice.
"you asked her on a date like it was a chore, of course she was going to reject you."
"it is a chore sirius, need I remind you that I'm throwing my dignity away just so you can get your prick wet for 5 minutes."
"and I appreciate that, remus," sirius cooed and placed the palm of his hand to where his heart would be. "but you need to try harder."
"what do you want me to do?"
"at least try to act like you're interested."
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somewhere at the quidditch pitch sat two pretty best friends.
they threw the quaffle ball back and forth at each other as they finally got to talk, away from their slytherin friends and other prying eyes.
"what did lupin want, by the way?" regulus asked as he flew around with the ball in his hands.
"he asked me to go to hogsmede with him next sunday," y/n answered as she caught the ball regulus threw at her.
"what did you say?"
"no, obviously."
"why not? I know lupin is a good boy, he's a prefect after all."
"so? that doesn't matter. it just feels weird... like it came out of nowhere. plus I don't date, Reggie."
"so it's not because he's a halfblood?" regulus raised his eyebrow with a knowing look.
"ugh no. you know I don't believe in any of that rubbish, it's all for show."
"yeah, yeah, I know but maybe if you showed your real self you'll have more genuine friends than those jerks."
"I can say the same thing about you, Reggie."
"I only hang out with them because you hang out with them."
"I have a reputation to uphold, regulus. it's easy for you to say because you're already the heir of the black dynasty but I need to prove to my father that I'm capable. even if that means associating myself with unfavourable but powerful people... it doesn't matter anyway. the only friend I need is you, Reggie."
regulus smiled a little, "I appreciate it but you should open up more. I want to see you happy, not a puppet."
"HEY RELAX!" y/n screeched when regulus threw the quaffle harder than anticipated.
"sorry!"
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the next day y/n sat alone in the forbidden forest in front of a glistening lake, a stack of letters in her hands.
they were all marriage proposals from slytherins and occasional ravenclaws since she was almost of age for that tradition.
she always rejected all of them.
it was unrealistic in the pureblood lifestyle but she was waiting for someone that she actually loved. someone that she cared for.
that was what y/n was waiting for.
she didn't want to marry for alliance or blood purity, she wanted to marry them because she loves them.
y/n knew deep down it wasn't going to end the way she wanted so she tried her best to delay it as much as possible but it would only be a matter of time before her father gets fed up and chooses someone to marry for her.
as y/n sat and ripped the envelopes into many tiny pieces, she heard a small thud and cry come from behind her.
she stood up from the log she was sitting on and started to walk towards the noise that she heard.
pushing away some leaves and branches, she found a beautiful bird with one of its wings going at an awkward angle.
"you poor thing..." y/n lamented as she gently rubbed the bird's head. it cooed back in response.
the girl pulled out her wand from her pocket and pointed it at the bird's wing as she muttered some healing spells.
in the distance watching her in curiosity was none other than remus lupin.
remus was out practicing the patronus charm when the silvery wolf that came out of his wand led him to her.
remus had never seen her in such a gentle state before.
in all honestly, remus tried to avoid the gang of slytherins so it's not like he would know. he just assumed that since she was seen with them the most she also had no other trait than being ruthless.
"c'mon boy! it's okay, I fixed your wing, you can go fly away now," y/n tried to encourage but the bird made no effort to fly away. "what's wrong?"
"let me help," Remus stated, getting out of his hiding place he slowly approached the girl and the bird.
something shifted in y/n as she saw she wasn't alone.
"what are you doing here, halfblood?" she said defensively. "stalking me, are ya?"
"no," Remus said rolling his eyes. "I happen to be passing by and heard a commotion."
Remus kneeled beside y/n and ripped a small part of his undershirt. he took the strip of cloth and wrapped it around the bird's wing like a bandage.
"I don't understand...." y/n muttered to herself as she watched Remus.
"well you may have fixed the broken bones in his wing but the bird isn't used to it being repaired so quickly. it's going to take some time for it to get used to," Remus explained as he tied a knot on the makeshift bandage.
y/n thought about regulus' words the other day and decided to be less hostile and fake around the older boy. she had to admit that she was pretty lonely.
"I don't want to just leave the bird here while it's still injured, I'm going to find him a home," the girl replied as she got up and cradled the bird in her arms, remus following after her.
"where are your friends?" Remus asked and they both walked out of the forbidden forest.
"they're not my friends," the girl snapped. after seeing how remus jumped back from that sudden response, she collected herself. "there's no friendship between me and those gang of slytherins, merely a business relationship."
"why?
"why do you care?" y/n couldn't help but be suspicious. "you never cared before, why now?"
remus didn't know what to say. he couldn't lie to her, remus always prided himself on his honesty and integrity.
however... there was always something that intrigued the boy about the slytherin princess.
"I remember when we were all kids, you were in second year and I was in my third. you and regulus always used to hang out with the other marauders and I but suddenly the next year you guys were different. you cared about blood status and what houses people were in when you never used to care before," Remus explained. "what happened to the girl I used to hang out with?"
"she grew up remus."
"I'm sure she wouldn't have liked the person she grew up into."
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the next time remus saw y/n without her nasty friends in slytherin was in the library. she was scanning the bookshelf while remus watched her through the small gaps the books made, she didn't notice him, however.
as he watched, remus couldn't help but think how pretty she looked now that she was older.
the last time remus looked at her, REALLY looked at her was when she was in her second year since she was a completely different person the next year.
remus remembered her being carefree and approachable when she was younger. the pair would always find themselves in the edge of the black lake skipping stones or running along it, trying to trip the other into the cold waters.
he remembered setting his sweater down on the rocky shore and introducing a new muggle book to the young slytherin girl beside him.
but he knew he couldn't do that now because the girl in front of him wasn't the same girl she was anymore.
as remus was lost in his thoughts, the girl in front of him walked away with a book in hand.
that's when he realized that she had two books. the other book was secretly tucked underneath the potions textbook, the title "the hobbit" printed proudly at the back. it was the same copy remus had given her during her 12th birthday.
maybe she wasn't gone after all.
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"sectumsempra!" mulciber casted, pointing his wand at Mary Macdonald as she screamed in pain.
"what in merlins beard are you doing!" y/n demanded as she ran towards the gang of slytherins and lone gryffindor in a secluded hallway.
"tsk tsk, l/n. growing soft are you?" mulciber ridiculed while y/n shoved him away from mary in return.
"you've gone too far, mulciber. look at how much she's bleeding, you can get expelled for this!"
"it's just for a laugh, l/n," severus huffed as he rolled his eyes at the girl.
"it's not funny. when I agreed to hang out with you guys I thought it would just be harmless jabs, not THIS."
"well, our agreement would have to come to an end, l/n. after some thought, you're not worth it," Avery concluded while most of the other slytherins nodded.
"what about this for a laugh," evan rosier mocked as he pointed his wand straight at y/n and shouted, "bombarda!"
a small crackle of an explosion was heard as the slytherin girl was flown a few feet away from the group. the gang of slytherins laughed as they ran away from the scene.
despite her pain, y/n slowly crawled her way towards Mary who was still withering in pain.
the girl mumbled some healing spells as the blood slowly vanished away and the cuts on Mary's body started to heal itself.
"c'mon, let's get you to madam pomfrey," y/n uttered as she lifted the gryffindor off the ground, still in her own pain.
"w... why?" Mary asked as both of them limped towards the medical wing. for most of her time at hogwarts, Mary always fell victim to the slytherins cruel bullying. y/n never really participated, just watched on the sidelines, but it still confused the gryffindor why the slytherin princess would help her.
"I can't stand by and watch anymore," y/n answered. "it's not worth being with those lot."
as the two girls finally made it to the hospital wing, y/n urged Mary to go inside while she made no intention of following after her.
"you're not coming?" Mary asked as she turned around to look at the slytherin.
"don't worry about me, please, I don't deserve it. I'll be fine," she said and walked away while Mary just stared at her back.
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"special delivery!" someone said behind y/n as she turned around to look at the person.
"Remus? what are you doing here?" the girl asked as remus set his sweater down on the rocky shore like he had done once before in the past.
"Mary Macdonald came to the hospital wing earlier today and was worried about you. I happened to be there as well and promised her to look after you. she told me you took a rather nasty bombarda," Remus answered and sat down beside the girl, a cupcake in his hand. "I got the house elves to make it for me."
"you remembered?" y/n asked with a small blush on her cheeks as she took her favourite flavoured cupcake.
"I never forgot," Remus stated as he stared at the girl in front of him.
as days go by remus can't help but see the girl he used to know come back and it makes the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
"I got you another present," Remus said as he reached into his bag to dig for something.
"the lord of the rings book?" y/n marvelled as she reached for the book.
"I've had it for a while... never knew the perfect moment to give it to you," Remus grinned seeing how excited the girl was to have the book but her excited smile soon dropped after hearing those words.
"I'm sorry... I don't know what I've done to deserve this when I've been cruel throughout my years to you and your friends..."
"I can forgive you if you tell me why," the gryffindor requested genuinely.
the girl beside him let out a huge puff of air out her lungs.
"because I'm stupid... all the norms of being a slytherin and a pureblood gave me ideas of who I thought I needed to be, not who I wanted to be. my older sister always got everything she wanted without needing to try. she's a ravenclaw. she's popular. she's pretty. I thought if I surrounded myself with people that have power that it would make me seem powerful too, and independent," y/n ranted. "I thought since my father will see the reputation I built in hogwarts that he'd take me under his wing and make me one of the most powerful healers in st.mungos too but I don't think I believe in that anymore."
"is that what you want to do? be a healer in st.mungos I mean."
"I mean... no not really. I just wanted to make my father proud and I thought making him proud would mean following in his footsteps but his profession isn't something I want."
"what do you want?"
"I'm not quite sure," y/n started fidgeting with her fingers. "all my life I was sure I was going to end up as a healer but thinking about it now, I'm not quite sure what I want."
as y/n opened up, remus started healing the girl himself. he was sure she had at least a concussion and some cuts and bruises here and there from the bombarda.
"I really like it here at hogwarts... maybe I'll come back to make new memories," the girl smiled looking over at the school from across the lake.
remus was bandaging y/n's bruised hand as she spoke and it made the boy feel warm inside. seeing this side of the girl that he thought he'd never see again.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out when the time comes," Remus concluded and rubbed small circles on her bandaged hand gently. "I have a question for you, n/n."
"wow... I haven't heard someone call me n/n in a long time..."
"hogsmede... you me, Sunday?" Remus asked honestly, the deal he had with sirius not even crossing his mind.
"sure remus... I'll go with you."
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it's been months since that day in the lake and remus and y/n couldn't be happier. it was like they were 12 and 13 again as they spent their evenings at the shore of the black lake and explored the forbidden forest together.
they went on many hogsmede dates together and y/n reacquainted herself with the marauders again, completely cutting herself from the gang of slytherins.
regulus was also happy to see y/n be her authentic self and even got on good terms with his brother.
speaking of sirius, he couldn't be more thrilled. he bagged the girl of his dreams but he had to admit she was a bit of a handful and wasn't what he was expecting. he couldn't complain though.
today was the day of the gryffindor vs slytherin quidditch match and by a clutch, the lions won. as expected the gryffindors threw a massive party to celebrate their win over their arch-nemesis.
even though she was a slytherin, remus still invited y/n along. she was his girlfriend after all. he didn't want to be in a party he didn't want to be in without her.
"where's y/n?" Peter asked his wolfish friend.
"I don't know... she must be running late," Remus shifted around uncomfortably, he wasn't used to parties.
"be patient, mate. it's a long way from the dungeons to the gryffindor tower," James acknowledged as he drank from his bright red cup filled with booze and punch.
"speaking of y/n I can't believe you did it, moony. I'll be honest I thought I couldn't date her sister after that rule their father made about y/n needing to date first until she could date but you truly showed me wrong," sirius said as he also took a gulp from his cup but a quick gesture from James made him choke and spit out his drink when he saw y/n a few feet away from him.
it looked like she heard what he said.
with a shocked look and tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she quickly turned back around and left the gryffindor tower with remus quickly following after her.
"shit..." sirius whispered to himself.
"y/n please wait!" Remus begged as he tried to keep up with the girl. "please just let me explain."
y/n just shook her head and continued her way back to her common room, ignoring the boy trying to get her attention.
"n/n stop please!" Remus grabbed her hand and that's when y/n snapped around with tear streaks staining her face.
"NO! it's always been her! it's always about her!"
"y/n no, please... I love you, I do."
"love? LOVE? remus I gave up my entire reputation and future career for you. I gave up my act and became vulnerable to you. I was happy. I was fine. I never complained because I..." y/n stopped as she turned around, no longer able to look remus in the eyes as his heart broke with every word. "I figured your love was all I needed, remus."
y/n turned back around to face the boy that broke her heart.
"I hate you, remus."
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I’ve noticed that in the marauders fandom, we tend to have a lot of young people and/or people who are new to fandom as a whole. I figured we could all use a refresher on general fandom etiquette, so here are a couple things to keep in mind as we all play side by side in the giant marauders sandbox:
Not everything you come across in the fandom is for you, and that’s okay. The fandom has many different sub-communities surrounding different characters, different eras, different ships, different tropes, and different ways of engaging with the source material. Some of it will be your cup of tea, some of it won’t be, and that’s okay and normal. You have the power to curate your own experience in the fandom and find your way to content that you want to engage with—don’t put that responsibility on the other fans doing their own thing around you. Ship and let ship, kin and let kin; learn that others’ way of “doing fandom” does not have to impact your own, and that your personal feelings of disgust do not need to equate to a moral judgment. It may just be created for an audience that does not include you, and that is fine.
TAG APPROPRIATELY:
It’s rude to post hate in a character's main tag. It’s simple; if you wouldn’t want to see such a post in your fave’s tag, don’t post it in another’s. Additionally, don’t post anything in a main tag that you wouldn’t want fans to engage with. A shitpost you don’t want fans to take seriously? A critical analysis that you don’t actually want to debate with die-hard fans? DON’T TAG IT. If it’s in the main tags, it’s fair game.
Respect the artist. Don’t post ANY hate on on someone else’s fan work (edit, fanart, fanfic, etc). It’s of a character or ship you don’t like? Scroll on. Your tags are always visible to the creator, and authors on AO3 often read all comments and notes on bookmarks. This is art provided to fans free of charge that took effort to produce, and fandoms wouldn’t be alive today without the work of these creators. If you value your community at all, encourage creating things as much as possible, and if you can’t find anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.
Only the characters and topics in the post should be tagged. For example, if you’re posting a headcanon about how Lupin, as Sirius’s bf, would react to Sirius’s new tattoo, you tag #remus lupin (or another remus variant, like #lupin, #moony, etc), #sirius black (or another variant like #sirius orion black or #padfoot), and the relevant ship: #wolfstar. Possibly #marauders (or a variant on that), #harry potter (or a variant on that) or something topical, like #tattoo. THAT’S IT. You do not need to, nor should you, tag James, Peter, Lily, Jily, Mary, Regulus, Jegulus, Marlene, Barty, Rosekiller etc. Tumblr’s tagging system is hard enough to search, and fans looking through their fave’s tags are going to be annoyed that it’s been cluttered up by posts that have nothing to do with the character/ship they’re searching for. You’re not getting “more eyes on your work” or “working the algorithm”, you’re just pissing off people who will report you for spam and/or block you.
Fanfic authors are, first and foremost, people just like you. Please remember to treat them that way. They have demands and projects and life events going on that have nothing to do with the fandom. They are under no obligation to write, they are under no obligation to post their writing, and they are under no obligation to write what you want them to. Be aware of their boundaries. Mind the tags and hit the back button if you don’t like something. Again, you are responsible for curating your fandom experience.
Fandom is a segment of someone's life. Fandom is not reflective of how anyone conducts their day-to-day lives, and it’s not reflective of morality, sexuality, causes they care about, political alignment, religion, etc. Don’t assume you know anything about anyone because of the ships, characters, tropes, etc that they like. Let them reveal as much of themselves as they feel comfortable doing; no one owes you any personal disclosures—ever.
If someone has asks on, feel free to engage and send them one! Most users really enjoy answering asks. Just make sure you’re treating the user with respect and that your tone is clear from your message. And don’t be afraid to leave (nice, kind, supportive!) asks with your username; it can be a great way to start to build a relationship with others in the community.
Reblogging > liking in fandom spaces. Obviously, it’s your blog, and you can decide what kind of posts you want to put on it, but in general reblogging is better because 1. it gets the original post in front of more people, who may not have seen it when it was first posted and may prompt a new round of interest and 2. you can’t search your likes, so reblogging is usually a much better way to make sure that you can find the post again.
This one isn’t really etiquette, but just general advice for new fans: Spend more of your time engaging with what you like in the fandom versus what you hate. If the ratio starts to shift, you might want to ask yourself if you even like what you’re defending, or if you’re just anti-whatever you hate.
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axelsagewrites · 7 months
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James Potter*Heroic Deed
young!James x f!reader
Word count 1200
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Warnings: bullying/shy reader
A/n: I've missed writing for my mauraders boys
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James wasn’t sure why he found potions so boring he just knew he’d rather be anywhere else right now. perhaps it was in the dungeons or that so far Slughorn had gave him and his friends the most detentions so far this year. usually, he would sit next to Sirius and have a silent competition of who could make the worse smelling potion but unfortunately for him Sirius was sick. selfish bastard, James thought. imagine not letting him know so he could try skiving with him.
James perched his chin on his fist, gazing aimlessly around the classroom as the students filtered in. with no one sitting beside him he was actually able to notice things like the surprisingly pretty girl who had just walked in. James sat up straight as she walked past, trying to get a glimpse of her tie to no avail when his attention got snatched away, “Mr Potter, on time I see,” Slughorn chortled as he took his place at the front of the room.
“You caught me Horrace,” James grinned making the potions master grimace at the boy before beginning his lesson.
James had the perfect view of the class from his comfy spot at the back of the room however that did not mean he was going to listen. peter and Remus sat in front of him however for some reason they both seemed to enjoy this stupid class so even if he passed a note Remus would just chuck it in a cauldron.
so instead as Slughorn explained a meaningless task in explicit detail James eyes roamed the room till they fell on the girl he had noticed. James began to beat himself up. how had he taken this class for two whole months now and never noticed you? James realised you were sat alone and silently hoped partner work was needed in this lesson.
as his mind began to wander, wondering if he in fact had been blind this whole time, he noticed a piece of parchment bounce off your hair. his eyes narrowed, wondering who would throw a note that hard when he saw the rolled-up parchment fly up from the floor only to hit into your head again. James scowled when he saw you trying to swot the parchment away but with each attempt you missed.
“Yes miss (Y/L/N)?” Slughorn said making James eyes snap up and you to mumble an apology, “Please don’t raise your hand without a question to ask class,” he said as he turned back towards the board.
the sniggers coming from a table two seats away made James turn his head. A Ravenclaw and Slytherin boy sat laughing under their breaths at your helplessness as the Ravenclaw was flicking their wand under the table. they’d hexed the parchment James realised.
he hated that he wanted to know how they did it but hated that they were doing it to you more. James silently picked up the bezoar stone that sat amongst his ingredient pile for the day and began to wrap it up in a sheet of parchment. James sat back in his chair, waiting silently for Slughorn to turn around when something better happened. “Horrace a word?” Minnie said from the doorway with two Slytherin firsties by her side.
score, thanks Minnie, James thought as Slughorn slugged out of the class, shutting the door. when he saw the Ravenclaw raise his wand from under the table, presumably to also do something worse than fling parchment, James quickly lobbed the wrapped-up bezoar stone across the room. it smacked the Ravenclaws arm with a loud thud, making him drop his wand, before bouncing off his arm and directly into the Slytherin head.
“Hey!” The Ravenclaw screeched as James did his best to mock his innocence from where he sat as Slughorn suddenly opened the door again.
however, the Slytherin in all his genius did not notice his head of house when he stormed over to James table, “Watch it Potter,” he spat, “Or I’ll- “
“You’ll what?” Minnie shouted across the room making the boy pale instantly.
“He threw something it us,” the boy stuttered as Minnie quickly crossed the room and picked up the parchment that the stone was missing from, making even James face screw up in confusion. Minie gave the boys a death glare as they tried to explain themselves.
“Another thirty points from Slytherin,” Slughorn boomed over the classroom before dismissing the terrifying first years, “Grow up boys it was a piece of paper,” he scoffed at the pair before looking at James making him hold his hands up in mock innocence.
James did his best not to jump with glee as he celebrated his win. Remus shot him a confused look, but he figured he could tell his heroic dead over supper. when McGonagall left and Slughorn finally managed to continue he announced that everyone was to partner with their desk partner to start work on their potions. “Yes, mister potter?” he sighed at James outstretched hands.
“Mister Sirius is not here,”
Slughorn sighed before he turned to the mystery girl James had bravely defended, “Sorry Miss (Y/L/N),” he said before turning back to James, “You can partner with her this lesson. don’t torture the poor girl potter,”
James tried to hide his grin as he quickly grabbed his stuff and moved to the table in the first row. “Closest I’ve ever been to the front,” James joked as he sat beside you, outstretching his hand. “James,” he introduced himself.
you gave a small smile as you shook his hand and offered him your own name. as James flicked back to the right page, he noticed you slip something from your pocket, “You dropped this,” you said, sliding the stone to his side of the desk. James practically felt his heart double as he turned to you with a shocked expression, “And thank you,”
“No problem doll,” James grinned as he picked up the stone. he silently joyed in the blush you tried to cover with your hair, “I will warn you im terrible at potions,”
You laughed in a way that didn’t feel demeaning as you took the stone back from James hand and sat it in a mortar, “Ill teach you don’t worry. just start grinding that up for now,”
“Do we only need one?” he asked to which you nodded. James took it back out the mortar before reaching over the desk to the sat the one you had already collected, “Then let’s keep this one as a keepsake and use this,” he said as he began to grind up the non-thrown bezoar.
“Who knew James Potter was so sentimental?” you joked but James knew it was to cover the heat rising to your face.
“Theres lots you don’t know about me yet,” he said as he scooted his chair closer to yours, “So what steps next love?”
James couldn’t help but enjoy this potions lesson now. by the end of class, he had even made a functioning potion. “Well, well mister potter,” Slughorn said as he handed him the vial they had made, “Perhaps it’s time I changed the seating arrangements,”
“I couldn’t agree more professor,”
Part two here
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petitemistletoe · 1 year
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Hate
Pairing: James Potter x Reader, James Potter x Regulus Black
Warnings: smut, some homophobia (sorry)
Word Count: 2.1K
A/N: Please request more from the marauders era please!!
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“He’s staring at you again,” you commented, barely looking up from your book as you adjusted your position so your head was sat more comfortably in your boyfriend’s lap. James stared down at you and sighed. 
“He doesn’t stare at me. He’s probably staring at you.”
“I’ve seen his eyes follow you, James. It’s not me he stares at.” You were talking about Regulus Black, who was also laying in the grass on the other side of the courtyard and pretending to listen to whatever shit Barty Crouch was spewing. 
You noticed that Regulus would stare at James any time he saw him from Regulus’s first year at Hogwarts. You initially assumed it was because James was Sirius’s best friend and young Regulus would have done nearly anything to seek his older brother’s approval. Even when it became clear that Sirius was not going to give any such approval, Regulus continued to stare. You certainly couldn’t blame Reg, James was gorgeous. His sharp jawline, his easy laugh, his arms strong from Quidditch, his skin beautifully tanned from all the time he spent outside. And most of all his infectious kindness. Those were all the reasons you had fallen for him. But James couldn’t see it. Or wouldn’t. 
James was ready to rebut your statement when Remus and Sirius flopped down next to you on the grass. 
“What’ve you two been up to?” Peter asked, taking stock of the boys’ pink cheeks. You had almost forgot that Peter was there. He more often than not third wheeled you and James, saying it was far preferable to third wheeling Remus and Sirius. You suspected it was more so because James was far too polite to tell Peter to fuck off. 
“Took a walk,” Remus said at the same time as Sirius said, 
“Had a quickie by the lake.” 
You burst out laughing as Remus turned a deep shade of red and punched Sirius’s shoulder. 
“What the fuck happened to discretion?” Remus snapped.
“It’s alright, Remus. James and I had a quickie by the lake earlier today too,” you grinned. It was James’s turn to blush and he stammered, 
“You and Sirius are animals.”
You and Sirius laughed and high-fived. Your jovial attitude was apparently ill received as the younger Black stood from his patch of grass and stalked over to you all. Sirius immediately shot to his feet, as did Remus to hold him back. 
“What the fuck do you want, Regulus?” Sirius asked coldly, his head held high in order to look down on his younger brother. The sun seemed to glint off of Regulus’s sharp cheekbones as he sneered, 
“I’ve heard a rumor about you, Sirius.”
“I’ve heard one about you.” Sirius said, his eyes flashing dangerously. You and James were on your feet now too, anticipating the incoming storm that could only occur between Regulus and Sirius Black 
“I’ve heard things about you and Lupin.” Regulus said, narrowing his eyes as he looked Remus up and down. 
“What kind of things?” Remus asked, his hand still firm against Sirius’s chest. 
“I’ve heard you two are in a relationship.” Regulus hissed. 
“We are.” Sirius said simply, grabbing Remus’s face and kissing him deeply. Regulus looked gobsmacked. 
“You-you’re going to hell!” Regulus stammered. 
“I heard you’re a death eater,” Sirius said, grabbing Regulus’s arm quickly and tearing his sleeve up to reveal the dark mark, “so I guess I’ll see you there.” 
Sirius then turned cooly on his heel and stalked back towards the castle, hand firmly in Remus’s. You all followed, you turned back only once to see that Regulus was glowering at you and James. 
“He’s staring at you again.” You nudged James. You were at dinner this time, two days later and James was still upset about the situation with Sirius and Regulus. 
“I just don’t get how he could say that to you!” James was saying to Sirius. “It’s just…it’s so intolerant! So homophobic! It’s terrible!” 
“He’s Regulus. I don’t know why you’re surprised. Honestly went better than I thought. Thought he was gonna hex me or something,” Sirius said with a shrug. 
“Yeah Prongs, newsflash. People are homophobic.” Remus clearly wasn’t torn up about it either.
“James! He’s staring at you again.” You repeated, tugging on James’s sleeve. James turned to look at Regulus. Sure enough he was staring and once James looked over, Regulus blushed and dropped his head. 
“Just forget about him.” Sirius suggested, “We have.”
James couldn’t let it go. You and him were on a late night walk, trying to find some place in the castle you could hook up in. Sirius and Remus had claimed the dorm room and exiled Peter to the common room. Marlene had Yaz in the girl’s room and Lily would have had your head if you had even tried to bring James there. He was still stewing as you walked. 
“Regulus is just so awful to Sirius. And he knows better. He should know better. I just hate him so much and I’d honest to god kill him if I knew that Sirius wouldn’t be a little cross with me about it.” James was ranting. You had finally found a classroom that wasn’t locked and you pulled James into it. 
“James, baby, please. Stop talking about Regulus. God, I almost feel like you want him more than you want me.” You said with an eye roll. 
“What?”
“You haven’t stopped talking about for two entire days. You honestly sound like you want to hate fuck him.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” James looked appalled. 
“Just saying. Hate and love are really close emotions. It makes sense that you would be a little confused about it.”
“Confused? What the fuck could you mean?”
“James. Haven’t you noticed that the entire time you ranted about Regulus you’ve gotten harder and harder?” You looked down at James’s pants which were practically tented with how strong James’s erection was. James was surprised at this and shook his head.
“Channel this energy,” you said, holding his face in your hands, “and fuck me really really hard.” You smashed your lips against his. He resisted at first before giving and and kissing you back. It was toothy and intense and you think James might have bit you a few times but it was delicious and it was different. Your clothes were coming off and were being thrown in every direction. James had you backed onto a desk as he was fumbling with his belt buckle, his lips still on yours when you heard the door to the classroom creak open. 
“Fuck,” you cursed, crossing your arms over your chest and turned to see who had spoiled your fun. When you saw it, you couldn’t help but giggle. 
It was Regulus Black. 
“What the fuck do you want?” James barked, pulling his belt out of the loops and unzipping his pants. You were a little confused as to why he wasn’t stopping but you weren’t any less turned on. 
“I’m,” Regulus had to clear his throat, “I’m doing prefect rounds. I ought to give you a detention. What are you even doing?” Regulus was walking slowly towards James. 
“Hi Reg,” you said, leaning up on your elbows so Regulus could see you. Regulus froze in place when he saw you and scowled. 
“Oh, a hundred points from Gryffindor.” He hissed. 
“You have no authority to do that and you know it.” James growled. 
“Come on Reg, we’re just having a little fun.” You said with a light shrug. 
“Shut the fuck you stupid halfblood.” Regulus snapped. 
“That’s it. Perfectus totalus.” James pointed his wand at Regulus. Regulus went rigid and dropped to the ground. James maneuvered Regulus with his wand so Regulus was sitting in a chair facing the desk you were laid on.
“I’m tired,” James said, raking a hand through his messy hair, “of your bullshit. I know you’re in love with me, Reg. Everyone has noticed you staring at me. But you’re a piece of shit and awful to my best friend and my girlfriend so now you’re going to watch me fuck her brains out.” 
You got even wetter at that. James turned back to you and attacked your neck, leaving large teeth impressions around your neck and clavicle. He pushed two fingers into you, causing you to throw your head back and moan. You kept your eyes open and on Regulus. He was staring at you with a mix of hate and lust, his pupils blown and his fists balled. The hex seemed to be wearing off but he made no indication that he was going to move from his seat. James added another finger inside you and curved them so they brushed against your g-spot. You moaned again, grasping James’s wrist and fucking yourself on his fingers. James was moaning with you, obviously extra turned on by the situation. He pressed his thumb against your clit and began moving it in quick small circles and you came, moaning James’s name and carding your fingers in his hair. He kissed you again before taking his cock out and helping you off the desk. He turned so he was facing Regulus and pushed your head down towards his cock. You took the hint and started to suck him off, relaxing your jaw and gently massaging his balls with your free hand. You looked up at him but James’s eyes were fixated on Regulus. James had his hand on the back of your head and he pushed your head suddenly against him. Your gag reflect instantly activated and you were gagging and spitting around him but you noticed that James barely seemed to care and then you heard Regulus moan. James released you and you fell backwards, breathing heavily and looked between the two boys. You were right. They did need to hate fuck but you had a feeling that wouldn’t happen tonight. Tonight, James wanted to punish Regulus. Make him a voyeur. 
James grabbed your arm roughly and pushed you back onto the desk. He kissed you deeply and you could tell he felt a little bad about how rough he was being but one quick finger to your pussy and he would have seen that all it did was make you wetter. James pushed inside you. You moaned loudly, locking eyes with Regulus. Regulus’s erection was straining against his pants and his nails were digging into his palms. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“He’s so big, Regulus,” you whispered as James fucked you. You were getting close and so was James. His thrusts were getting sloppier and his breath was heavy on your neck. 
“He feels so good, Reg,” you said again.
“Shut up,” Regulus said through clenched teeth. That got James’s attention as his head snapped up and looked back at Regulus. You came around James’ cock, moaning loudly and raking your nails down James’s back. James pulled out of you before he came and stared hard at Regulus.
“Come here,” he said, practically vibrating with rage, “and suck my girlfriend’s juices off my cock.”
You could only stare at Regulus as he stood on shaky legs and walked over to James. He fell to his knees and stared up at James with wide eyes before taking James in his mouth. James’s eyes shut and he carded his fingers in Regulus’s hair before pushing Regulus’s head down on his cock roughly. Regulus’s eyes shot open in surprise and he gagged, his fingers pressing bruises into James’s thighs. 
“Don’t stop, I’m going to cum.” James commanded. Regulus’s eyes were tearing up but he was nodding and opening his mouth even wider for James. James came and Regulus was caught by surprise swallowing some of it but backing away too quickly so his face and hair were coated the remainder of James’s cum. 
Everyone took a moment just to steady their breathing before James looked down at Regulus and said in the coldest voice you had ever heard from him, 
“Don’t you ever call my girlfriend a dirty half blood or tell my best friend he’s going to hell again. Now get out of my sight.”
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georgie-weasley · 4 months
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Grinch Young R.L. x GN!Reader
Warnings: swearing, mentions of depression, mentions of poverty, and just disliking Christmas
Word Count: 2.8k
Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Gender Neutral Gryffindor!Reader
Summary: Christmas was quickly approaching and everyone was excited but you. As the residential Grinch you were not looking forward to the holiday but turns out Remus Lupin is a Grinch as well.
A/N: Hello all! This is my first fic back after a break and I'm really glad to be back. Thank you to everyone who is still reading my stories and I love you all. Also this was inspired by my disliking of Christmas so I projected on the reader and Remus a smidge.
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Christmas had exploded around Hogwarts. Pine trees were set up in just about every corner in every single room in the castle. Trees were taller than most of the students and covered in brightly colored baubles and tinsel and magic balls of light that changed color every minute. Garlands and wreaths covered the stone walls and the smell of gingerbread followed the students everywhere they went. The suits of armor broke out into Christmas songs and danced anytime someone passed by. The Great Hall was by far the most decorated part of Hogwarts with festive table runners, stockings hung on the fireplace, large real snowflakes on every surface enchanted to never melt, and the magical ceiling was snowing. It was horrible.
You had never been one to get into the Christmas spirit. The songs were annoying and wormed their way into your brain and never left. The decorations were everywhere and followed you around, literally while at Hogwarts. People were just insanely obsessed with Christmas and overly happy. They were happy to the point of it being creepy and fake and weird.
Possibly the worst was just how excited all of your friends seemed to be. James Potter, sunshine incarnate and your best friend, loved Christmas. He loved everything you hated about it. In fact, James had been talking about Christmas since the beginning of November and he never let you escape it.
“Happy 10th day of Christmas Y/N!” James’s bright and cheerful smile popped up between you and your book. The sudden appearance of his face made you jump, smacking him a little with your book.
“James! You absolute asshole! I’m trying to read.” You huffed and shoved him away as you tried to turn back to your book. The common room was quiet and the perfect place to read until now.
James only rolled his eyes and wedged himself into the miniscule space between you and the arm of the couch. “You know there is an entire couch open? Actually the whole common room is open but you had to sit practically on my lap?”
“Well yeah,” James chuckled as he tore the book out of your grasp and fully moved himself onto your lap. “I have to tell you what I want for Christmas! This year I want Lily Evans to date me.”
“Fat chance buddy. You’ve been wishing for that since you were 13. Give it a rest.” With one hard push, James fell off of your lap and onto the rug with a loud thud. “Besides, don’t you know you don’t get your Christmas wish if you tell it to the Grinch.”
James just looked at you with a wild smirk. “Then I suppose I’ll have to sing a song to reverse the curse!” He then burst into song, singing the Twelve Days of Christmas at the top of his lungs. You clamped your hands over your ears but nothing managed to block out the horrible sounds coming from James until the portrait opened and a figure sped by and body slammed James.
Sirius pulled James into a headlock while Peter quickly sprinted over and sat on James’s chest. “Please Prongs, we’ve talked about this. You can’t sing. Don’t ever try to do it again.” While James struggled to break free from Sirius and Peter, the fourth marauder sat in the open space next to you, his eyes already on his book.
You knew Sirius, Peter, and Remus but not like you knew James. Yes they were friends with your best friend but you never spoke to them unless it was for class or James made you. There was nothing wrong with the three of them. Actually, quite the opposite. You loved them and loved hearing stories about them but you never ran in the same circles. In fact, you didn’t see James as much as you used to either. You had grown up next door to him and as kids you two were always together. It’s not that you two aren’t friends anymore because clearly you are, you just don’t see him around as much.
James found Sirius, Remus, and Peter and never left them. You found your own friends and spent more time on your studies than James ever could. Sirius was fine and you waved to him in the halls. Peter would wave if he was with James or Sirius but not on his own. Remus never really acknowledged you. However, that never stopped you from looking at him. Since James had become friends with Remus Lupin, you were drawn to him. He was quiet just about all of the time but that didn’t mean he wasn’t sassy. You heard the way he would call out James and it was cutthroat. He was tall and handsome and rather mysterious in a way. Not to mention he was smart and was always seen with a book.
“Hey Grinch!” James's voice came from somewhere on the floor.
“What?” You and Remus both said. At the same time, you looked away from Remus as he looked away from his book to find James. Hearing Remus, you then looked at him while he looked at you.
For only a second, no one moved or spoke until James broke the silence. “Right, sorry. Forgot there’s two of ya. Moony?” Remus slowly tore his gaze away from yours to look at his friend who had continued speaking but you could hear none of it.
That was an interesting development. You had assumed James was talking to you since not only does he know about your distaste for Christmas but you called yourself Grinch not very long ago. But Remus also responded so Remus must also not be the biggest fan of Christmas. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for James to call him that or for him to respond.
The night slowly grew darker and while more and more students arrived in the common room, Remus never left the spot next to you. James, Sirius, and Peter eventually left to find some poor soul to bother but Remus remained, his nose still in his book. Honestly, it was making you a little nervous at this point. The man has hardly ever spoken to you since you were introduced back in third year. It's been three years since then and it wasn’t like you were much closer than before.
“You don’t like Christmas?” Remus mumbled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He sounded almost disinterested.
“Yeah, I think it’s quite dumb to be honest.” You expected him to respond, like people usually do when having a conversation but he didn’t. He just hummed a little and went back to his book. “You don’t like it either?” If he wasn’t going to continue then maybe you would just have to make him. It brought almost a sense of hope thinking about the fact that maybe someone else wasn’t enjoying the season. You didn’t want someone to wallow around with but to have someone that wasn’t going to complain about your less than thrilled outlook would be really nice.
“I don’t. Never have.” Remus didn’t even bother taking his eyes off of his book as he answered. It could have been just your imagination but you thought you could just hardly see him smile. He suddenly closed his book and stood, his arm brushing yours in the process. Remus made it to the base of the stairs before he turned back around to look at you. “Hey Grinch.” As soon as you turned and he could see your face, he smiled. “See you later.”
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At the Gryffindor table later that week, you had once again been minding your own business when James interrupted you. He sat across from you and smirked, reaching over to poke your arm. “Happy 14th day of Christmas, Grinch Number Two.”
“How come I’m the second?” You said with a roll of your eyes before you continued eating your breakfast.
“Because Remus is number one.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Well, I disagree. I knew you first.”
James hummed and shrugged. “I’ll take that into consideration. Did you talk to him after we all left?”
“Did you set that up James?” You asked with narrow eyes.
“No, I just simply called him the nickname I always give him this time of year which just so happens to be the same as yours and I assumed he would mention something about it to you after. Did he?” He leaned forward, eagerly awaiting your answer.
“Yes.” James let out a cheer at your answer, getting him some weird looks from the whole room since he was so loud. Before you could chastise him for being so loud and obnoxious, Remus sat next to you. Which was very odd since before last night, he’s never sat next to you.
Immediately, James got up and moved further down the table to bother Lily. “Are you going home for Christmas?” Remus asked as soon as James was out of earshot. “The final day to sign up to stay here is Saturday.”
“Will you be staying?” You asked.
Remus nodded. “I stay every year.” He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before he evidently decided he didn’t want to say anything and kept it shut.
You could have gone home and while it would have been nice to be with family, you never actually stayed at the castle for Christmas. Now might be a good chance to do it. “I think I’ll stay. I go home every year; my family can survive without me for one year.”
He smiled and started adding food to his plate. “I’m glad you’ll be staying.” You were too busy trying to hide the blush on your cheeks to notice the blush on his.
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As the holiday neared closer and closer, everyone got happier and happier. Well, everyone but you and Remus. While James and Sirius, who were also staying at Hogwarts, were planning a Christmas party and singing songs, you and Remus bonded over the opposite.
His least favorite song was We Wish You a Merry Christmas, he thought Santa was beyond creepy, and he found the smell of pine to be overpowering. You sat together at meals and laughed at people who were wearing festive outfits. He made you smile as he made faces behind peoples’ backs as they gushed over holiday traditions. On more than one occasion, he shoved James into a pile of snow when he was being too cheery. Remus Lupin was bringing you a lot of joy this season and you were not the only one to notice it.
James made it a point to tell you that this was the happiest he had ever seen both of you around this time of year. In fact, it almost looked like you were enjoying Christmas. You had scoffed at that and then proceeded to shove him into some snow but he did have a point. Remus was making you really happy and it's hard to be a grinch when you’re happy.
But it was nice being happy around the holiday and it was even nicer that Remus was the one making you so happy. You always found him attractive and you knew he was smart and funny but now you got to know just how sweet he was. Yes, he was poking fun at other people but he was doing it purely for your entertainment. He admitted one night after you two had made fun of a particularly ugly Christmas sweater that he never does this; he just liked hearing you laugh. Which made your insides turn into jelly and you couldn’t stop smiling. You also learned that he liked the same books as you and he was so passionate about reading.
He was extremely loyal to his friends and would do anything for them. He wasn’t great at expressing his feelings but he tried his best to let the people close to him know they were loved. He was brutally honest especially when it came to James and Sirius; he was always telling them how stupid they looked or when they were acting like idiots. You felt like a cliche Christmas romance movie but you were falling in love.
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It was Christmas Eve and James had insisted all seven of the Gryffindors who had stayed needed to sleep in the common room. It was a tradition you two used to have as kids. The night before Christmas you two would sleep on the floor in the living room in front of the tree; you kept up with that tradition until you went to Hogwarts.
Of course before that, there was a party. It was nothing insane like the parties Sirius and James threw after winning a Quidditch game but it was still a party. There were snacks, drinks, games, and Christmas music, much to yours and Remus’s disappointment. You mingled for a while, which is more than Remus could say. He sat on one of the loveseats and only moved to grab more snacks. James tried to get him to play pin the nose on Rudolph but it was easy to guess how that went. While you also didn’t join in on the festive games, you stayed to watch. Sirius managed to get the nose perfectly on Rudolph which made James accuse him of cheating to which Sirius tackled him for ‘insulting his honor’. He confessed to cheating ten minutes later.
Many more games went on like that and after the fifth one, you found Remus still on the loveseat. As you approached, he moved so there would be more space for you. You sat in silence for a while before he spoke up. “Why do you hate Christmas, really?”
You had told him once you didn’t like the music and yes that’s true but it's not the only reason. “I guess I just don’t like how happy people pretend to be. There’s real genuine happiness like James but so many people aren’t happy. Life is horrible and nothing is going right but as soon as it's December, they pretend. It's ok to be unhappy during the holidays; you don’t have to pretend life is perfect just because it's Christmas.” You looked at Remus only to find him watching you. “Can I ask why you don’t like Christmas?”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I never really had a good Christmas. My mom really struggled to be happy around this time of year, especially after…”
“After you became a werewolf?” His eyes grew wide and he started to shake. “No one told me,” you whispered and put a hand on his arm to calm him. “You just were always missing on the full moon and sometimes the day after. I figured it out. I don’t think of you differently.”
Remus took a minute to process the fact that you knew his deepest secret before he continued his story. “Yes, after I was bitten my mother was horribly depressed around Christmas. I think it made her remember everything and she couldn’t be happy. It also was harder for my parents to get money after since no one really wanted to be around us. I saw my parents struggle all month to save money to get me a gift. My mother especially would go without dinner just to waste money on some stupid toy. After seeing that, well it makes it hard to like Christmas.”
Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m sorry Remus.”
He shrugged a little and watched your hand as his thumb stroked yours. “It isn’t your fault. Actually, you’ve made this the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” He smiled and looked up at you, his cheeks a dusty rose.
“You’ve made this my best Christmas as well.” It was then something bumped your head, causing you to look up. Behind the loveseat was James who had tied some mistletoe to a stick and was holding it over your head. Remus followed your gaze and sighed, rolling his eyes. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Do you want to?” Remus whispered. You knew James could hear every word you were saying despite him pretending not to listen but you didn’t really care.
“Yes.” You hardly finished the word before Remus leaned down and brought his lips to yours. Immediately your arms wrapped around his neck and brought him closer if it was even possible. His hands found your waist, lips moving against yours in perfect sync. Unfortunately, the kiss had to end so you could breathe.
Remus nudged your nose with his. “Now it’s the best Christmas ever.”
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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬’ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞
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The loud bass of the music rumbled through the floor of the venue as you made it past the age line and into The Charmed Chalice: a well known club located in the streets of the magical district in London. The young witch behind you had not been so lucky, as she had been stopped by the magical barrier for being underaged. 
“Just let me in, please! I’m a big fan!” She shouted, but her plea was quickly declined by the bouncer that escorted her off of the property. 
“I’d hate to be her.” Your friend, Lily Evans, chimed in. “You have no idea how excited I am! They aren’t a big famous band, but they’re amazing. Well, I’ve only heard that they’re amazing. And I’ve seen their photos. Have you seen that guitarist with the glasses? He’s dreamy.” 
“I’ve seen him, Lils. I think the bass guitarist with the long hair is cuter, though.” You grinned, squeezing through the crowd to get to the front, nearest to the stage, despite the protests of a few girls attempting to get the best view.
“I do believe it, truly. I mean, you did fancy Regulus Black in seventh year.” She nudged you with her elbow, earning a scoff from you in return. 
“I did not!” You crossed your arms. “I just thought he was a bit handsome, that’s all.” 
“Oh, is that so?” She snickered, before being cut off by someone tapping on the microphone. 
That someone was James Potter, lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist of Eclipse of Sound, who you watched in anticipation. “Thank you everyone for coming out. I won’t waste anymore time since we’re already quite late, so uh, yeah. Enjoy!” He smiled broadly, looking back at the drummer, Peter.
Peter counted the band in with his drumsticks, beginning the song. The crowd was in awe at the talent of the four men on stage. You moved your gaze from Peter over to the bass guitarist, Remus. He strummed the bass with ease, his fingers gliding across the strings.
Lastly, your eyes ended up on the lead guitarist. You were caught off guard when you looked up from his guitar to his face, only to find that he was looking right at you. He grinned, giving you a cocky wink before looking at the rest of the crowd again.
You found yourself unable to stop staring at him, eyes shifting between both his face and his hands, strumming expertly at the strings of his electric guitar. Him being his smug self, had most definitely noticed your gawking, which only fueled his performance and his ego. 
At the end of the performance, the crowd was cheering and Lily was clapping excitedly. “They were amazing, don’t you think? The singer was looking at me, I swear.” 
Before you could respond, James hopped off the stage, right in between the two of you. “James Potter.” He offered a hand to Lily, shaking hers when she gave it to him. 
“…Lily. Lily Evans” She managed to spit out after a few moments. 
James smiled, letting go of her hand to smooth out his hair. “I’d love for you to join us backstage, Miss Evans.” 
“As long as my friend can come along.” She looked past his shoulder at you, grinning excitedly. 
“Of course. The more the merrier.” 
─────── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───────
James had led you and Lily backstage to the Green Room, opening the door.
“Ladies first.”
You followed behind Lily into the small room, your eyes scanning the red leather couches and the long makeup table against the far wall with light up mirrors against it. Remus and Peter were sitting on one of the couches, chatting about the show. 
The lead guitarist was sitting at the makeup table, wiping off his eyeliner with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other. He looked at you and Lily through the mirror, his eyes widening.
“James! You didn’t tell me we were going to have guests!” He turned around, tossing the makeup pad onto the counter behind him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, would you have stuck on some eyelashes if you knew?” James quipped, receiving a snicker from Peter.
Sirius rolled his eyes, standing up from his seat and walking over. “Hey, aren’t you the chick that couldn’t keep her eyes off of me during the show?” He smirked.
“I caught you staring first.” You crossed your arms. “Do you do that at every show, or am I special? Besides, you’re the performer. It only makes sense for me to watch you. You watching me, however, isn’t justified.” 
“It is justified when it’s someone as pretty as yourself.” He stepped closer to you, and it felt like he was practically towering over you. He wasn’t that much taller than you, but he was certainly intimidating in all the right ways. If he wasn’t already alluring enough, the fact that he put his cigarette up to his lips at that moment made everything worse. 
You felt heat rising in your cheeks, causing you to look down at your feet. The ground was suddenly a super interesting distraction from the rockstar standing right in front of you. 
“Hasn’t anyone told you that you should look at people when they’re speaking to you?” He questioned, smoke blowing into your face as he spoke.
“Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to blow smoke in someone’s face?” You looked up at him, being met with yet another cocky grin. 
“What’s your name, darling?”
“Y/n. And you are…?” 
He clutched his chest dramatically, as if he had just taken a stake to the heart. “You come to my show and you don’t even know my name? I’m crushed.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling playfully. “Are you going to tell me, or not?”
“You don’t happen to have a pen on you, do you, Y/n?”
You were about to respond before he cut you off. “Nevermind. I must have one here somewhere.” He began searching his pockets, pulling one out of the inner pocket of his leather jacket. “I always carry one just in case. You know, for autographs and all that.”
“Right.” You laughed, shaking your head.
“Hold this for me, darling?” He put his cigarette in your mouth, pulling the cap off of his pen with his lips before taking your hand and beginning to write on it. Though he was writing on your hand, you couldn’t help but stare at his face. Once he finished, he took his cigarette back from you, glancing at the lipgloss mark you had left on it before putting it back in his mouth. 
“I taste strawberry.” He chuckled, reaching down to put it out in the nearest ashtray. 
“All I asked for was your name.” You stated, watching him with an expression of confusion. 
“You did, and I gave it to you. I’ll be on my way now. Looking this gorgeous requires lots of beauty sleep. Oh, and you’d better take this for now. It’s chilly outside.” He pulled his leather jacket off of his shoulders, putting it on yours instead. 
“Goodnight, Y/n.” Without another word, he swiftly exited the room, leaving you completely dumbfounded. You stared at the door for a few moments in astonishment before looking down at your hand.
Sirius Black
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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐱'𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝!
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christinesficrecs · 5 months
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Hello! I've been reading a lot of the fics you rec. I was wondering if you have any more fics that are like or are similar to Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt on a03? That's my favorite fanfic and would greatly appreciate it, please and thank you!
Waiting is completely brilliant!! It deserves to be your favorite. ❤️ Here are a few more feral/full wolf Derek fics that I love.
Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 81K
Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.
“Not too close, he bites.”
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”
“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
The One With The Scottish Wolf Lord by Stoney | 11.7K | Explicit
The Hales are alive and a royal family in Scotland; Stiles is the waif sent to work in the kitchens, elevated to personal attendant/servant to the young Lord Hale. Who happens to be a wolf who can’t shift back. 
The Wolf in the Tower by  exclamation | 57K
Too many people are scared of witches so when Stiles accidentally sets a building on fire with magic, he is taken prisoner and dragged before Lord Hale. Rather than leave an untrained magic user free, Peter Hale thinks he might be able to make use of Stiles’ skills and hands Stiles over to his sorceror Deaton to be trained. Stiles is still unsure about his future, but he’s even more confused when he finds out that one of his new duties involves feeding the black wolf imprisoned at the top of one of the towers. There’s something very strange about this wolf and Stiles can’t help wondering if magic might be involved.
Lock All The Doors Behind You by  entanglednow | 25.9K
He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
The Hale Beast by secretfanboy | 17.7K | Mature
Stiles would rather be at home playing X-Box than attending the ceremony inaugurating the Wolf nation’s sovereignty over the Argent kingdom, but he’s the Sheriff’s son so those are the breaks. What he doesn’t expect is the feral werewolf Prince Derek AKA The Beast to take an interest in him.  
Fully Grown by thedaughterofkings | 36K
Stumbling across a wolf in the preserve is not what Stiles expects when he goes for a run the last night before school starts again. But even if the wolf acts more intelligent than a mere animal, he can’t have anything to do with Stiles’ unusual soulmark, four vicious scratches down his forearm, can he?
And what is Kate Argent doing back in Beacon Hills for the first time since the Hale Fire?
Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach | 76.9K
“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.
Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica | 124.5K
Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he’s accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger’s sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles’s baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.
Don’t Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8 | 30.3K
Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.
Except, apparently, Stiles.
Now he’s got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.
I’ll wrap up my bones, And leave them by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 65.1K | Explicit
The sign on the cage actually reads Beware: The Beast! in that crappy horror movie red paint that trickles down the paper in a failed attempt to appear like dripping blood.
And it would seem stupid if not for the living supernatural creature currently trapped behind its bars. Little hard to dismiss the big, hulking werewolf as a poorly constructed horror movie prop.
Oh how the mighty have fallen. Dude, cannot catch a break.
Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen) | 109K | Explicit
Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.
Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.
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HIIII can you list some of your favourite angst heart-wrenching sobbing sliding down the walls fics ? idc if it’s short or long i need some angst rnn please and thank uuu <3
Hi, sweetie! This was difficult for me, bc I'm a sucker for angst, basically all I read is angst and I have like 200 fics saved. Here's a looong list of the ones which I know for sure I can always come back to for some good old angst.
STEREK ANGST FIC RECS from HEDWIG221B
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By Any Other Name by entanglednow
(Explicit, 33k, Amnesia, Violence)
He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.
all roads they lead me here by spaceprincessem
(Teen, 39k, Mates, Emissary Stiles)
“Then why wouldn’t you be Derek’s emissary?” Stiles asked. He just wished Deaton would get to the fucking point. He was tired and he hated playing twenty questions to figure out what the older man was getting at.
“Derek’s emissary needs to be someone who he trusts completely,” Deaton explained, “and it’s time I passed on my wisdom and expertise to that person.”
The beat of silence between them stretched for too long before Stiles realized exactly who Deaton was talking about.
“Me?” He asked incredulously.
A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous
(Mature, 25k, Medieval, Royalty, Pining)
He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend.
In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better.
~*~
Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.
won't you torture someone else's sleep by redeyedwrath
(Gen, 3,6k, Pining)
I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.
Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic
(Explicit, 33k, ABO, Mating Run, Bad Peter)
Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.
Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.
Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.
But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.
To Whom The Wolf King Bows by MadcapRomantic
(Explicit, 108k, 14/?, Courting, Fantasy, Royalty)
Stiles Stilinski meets The Wolf King, the very boogeyman he'd spent his younger years terrified of; yet the man is little, if anything, like the tales he's heard. But, Stiles has spent the last ten years of his life as a slave, under the harsh whip of the cruel King Gerard Argent, and trusting Derek - trusting anyone - is beyond difficult.
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Just check out this author, there's some major angst in a lot of their works, a lot of ABO
Hung The Moon by nrnyx
(Explicit, 85k, ABO, Pack Dynamics, Heavy Angst)
Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.
A gift worth giving by Nival_Vixen
(Mature, 2k, Historical Fantasy, Royalty)
A person’s virginity is not only the physical act itself, but also an object that can be gifted to someone else. Stiles has given his virginity to Derek, one of the soldiers in the King’s Guard. Despite his parting promise to return the next month, Derek still hasn’t returned two months later, and Stiles doubts that he ever loved him at all.
The Bargain by dr_girlfriend
(Teen, 9,7k, Arranged Marriage, Regency AU)
Time drags on, and it becomes apparent that this is not a part of the tradition. The wolves start to shift on their feet and murmur, but no one attempts to speak to Stiles. He stands, feeling the back of his neck growing red from the sun and his face growing red from embarrassment.
What will happen if Derek Hale cannot be coerced to the altar? Will the bargain be revoked?
Perception by DiscontentedWinter
(Mature, 5,4k, Horror, Nogitsune, Murder)
Peter Hale's client is a murderous sociopath. The best thing Peter can do is get him committed to Eichen House, where he'll never see daylight again.
He thinks.
The Omega Spark by misteeirene
(Explicit, 62k, ABO, Alive Hales, Pack Dynamics)
John lived a sad and lonely life after the death of his wife, until one day when he noticed someone had breaking into his home while he was at work.
Second Chances by rootbeer
(Gen, 2,6k, Soulmates)
"A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.
Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret."
My Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous
(Teen, 7,6k, ABO, Full-shift werewolves, Pack Dynamics)
“If he wants to mate Stiles, why not let him?” Jackson asked, ready to part with Stiles if need be.
“Because if I did that, I’d be demoting Lydia,” Alpha Stilinski replied.
“We don’t even know how good of a Beta he is,” Lydia countered, bristling some that her status was being challenged.
“That’s because he’s not a Beta,” Alpha Stilinski stated. “He’s an Alpha.”
I Shouldn't Love you Anymore by wulfarchival (wyrmwolf)
(Mature, 2,2k, Established sterek, Feral Derek)
After Stiles divorces Derek under mysterious reasons, Derek moves out into the middle of nowhere loosing himself to the wolf after the ache in his chest becomes too much. But after weeks of being lost to an animal someone he thought he'd never see again returns in his life.
This time to stay forever.
Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress
(Explicit, 112k, ABO, Secret Relationship)
“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”
The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”
Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”
Life After This by Nimpalous
(Mature, 5,1k, Violence, MCD, Soul Bond, I consider this having a HE)
Feeling his weight shift backwards over the ledge when another bullet hit, Stiles closed his eyes and whispered the name of his beloved as he fell.
“Derek…”
Derek woke up with an agonising scream, his body curling in on itself in pain. He wasn’t aware of having wolfed out, he didn’t know he was clawing himself as he clutched at his head, willing the agony to go away… but to no avail.
Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill
(Mature, 70k, Time Travel, Mates, ptsd!Stiles)
"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them."
The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.
It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor
(Teen, 48k, Slow Burn, Miscommunication, Stiles is pushed out of the pack)
It's been months. Months of lonely days and lonelier nights.
And Stiles can't understand what he did wrong.
Under Glass by calrissian18
(Mature, 6,6k, Pining, Cursed Stiles)
The pack goes looking for a cursed artifact. Stiles would really like to go back to the time before he found it, thanks.
Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones
(Teen, 34k, Time Travel, Mates, HE)
Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.
Emissary by dragon_temeraire
(Teen, 3,7k, Alive Hales, Bonding)
To keep the peace, Stiles agrees to be emissary to the Hale pack.
One Thread by RurouniHime
(Mature, 11k, Established sterek, Grief, HE)
In the middle of the night, his dad comes into the room and crawls onto the bed behind him, easing Stiles into the vee of his legs. He settles back against the headboard with a groan and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Stiles wraps his arms around one of his dad’s legs, presses his cheek to warm flannel, and tries to be still.
“Oh, kid,” his dad exhales. His hand comes down on the side of Stiles’ neck and his fingers press gently. “I never wanted you to know this pain.”
(Or, Derek dies. Stiles reacts Badly.)
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giorno-plays-piano · 1 year
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What the Forest Gave Me
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Pairing: fae!Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: threat of noncon, some very soft yandere vibes, allusion to kidnapping, minor violence, sort of fluff.
Words: 1.8k
Summary: When you are making a wish by the silver pond, the fairy wood answers to you and sends a fae your way. But why aren't you welcoming him with open arms?
P.S. Just a short drabble with an angry insecure fae boy 👀
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He hates the chase. Hates seeing your back as you run away from him like a wounded animal when he didn't as much as touch you. Why do you run? He did nothing to hurt you. You asked him to come, to embrace you, and he came.
And you ran.
His long, pointed fingers elongate further as he growls in frustration, leaving angry marks on the trees he clutches not to fall: the forest is his abode, but it loves innocent human women and guards those who ask for help like some sort of a fairytale dragon. Why are you doing this? Why making his home his enemy? He only did what you've asked of him. You called him, and he came, and you abandoned him that very minute.
Heartless human. They say fae are treacherous, but you are hardly different. You lied, didn't you? You didn't want a lover. You asked the forest to send you one, to give you a mate, but when the young fae stepped out of the woods in his shiny flower crown, his hands full of fruits and berries to appease you, you screamed and ran away. You want a lover, but you don't want him.
It makes him mad.
Abandoning sweet fairy fruit on the meadow, he bolted after you, confused, ashamed, and unhappy. What did he do wrong? Did he look hideous in that flower crown of his? Did you dislike the fruits he brought? Did you think him ugly, unlikable because of his face? His scrawny body? His too-long limbs? Perhaps he wasn't a beauty, but he was a fae. They all looked somewhat alike. Surely, you knew that! You came to a fairy forest and asked for a lover, clearly knowing it would be someone of his kind. If you wanted a human lover, you would choose one in a village nearby. No human lived in his abode.
So why the chase? Why the horrified expression? What was it that made him so unwanted in your eyes? Why did you need to hurt him when he only sought to make your wish come true?
Unfair. You are unfair. Wicked. Unworthy of the forest protection. You deserve to be punished for hurting him.
The moment he thinks of it, you cry out, falling and rolling down a hill: it's in fae's nature to create magic anywhere they go, and if they aren't careful, magic seeps out of their thoughts seamlessly. Your cries are muffled as you collapse under an old oak tree, your back hitting its mighty trunk with a thud, and you curl up into a ball, wailing from pain. Your arms and legs are bruised by branches and thorns, twigs in your hair, and you are trembling like a beaten dog, shielding yourself from him with your arms.
"Please don't hurt me", you plead in a weak voice, crying, blood slowly seeping out of the little cuts along your leg the way magic drips from the pointed tips of his fingers.
He didn't want to do it. He didn't, he swears in his head as if it matters. Yes, he thought you were cruel, but he didn't want to hurt you.
Or did he?
No, no, not like that, he didn't want you hurt and crying on the cold ground. He wants you to say you were wrong when you abandoned him the moment he stepped on a meadow, but he doesn't want to hear your moans of pain or see you trembling at the sight of him, afraid he would break you.
"Please, please don't hurt me", you shake badly, your face puffy from tears, hands still up to prevent him from hurting you more.
He feels rotten. He's not a vicious fae. He doesn't hunt human women for sport. Abusing you for abandoning him was a heartless thing to do, nonetheless.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, raising his hands up so you'd see he isn't going to struck you.
You shiver when you look at him through your fingers, still crying from pain, and he swears silently at himself. Nasty creature. Why did he do it to you? You are defenseless, almost bare in front of him.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," he whispers, the sight of you, miserable, forcing a lump in his throat.
When his hands start to shine, you let out a scream, afraid he would harm you again, but the soft glow he emits gently spreads to your cuts and bruises, and your body gets warm as he works his magic, closing broken skin. He isn't the vicious sort, no. He finds no pleasure in cries and pleading. He is just a forest fae, a creature born under the moonlight to nurture the soil and everything that grows out of it, a shepherd of the fairy woods. Perhaps he is a little tricky like all fae are, but he isn't malicious. It hurts him to see you cry.
Minutes pass, and soon your body looks flawless again, your skin smooth and unmarked, your tears drying out as you stare at him, unsure to either thank him or run out of fear. He wouldn't blame you if you preferred the latter, feeling sorry one careless thought brought you so much pain. Maybe you hurt him first, but he shouldn't have held it against you.
"I'm sorry," he repeats again, careful not to make any sudden movements. "You asked me to come, and I came. And you ran."
He hates the way it sounds. Like it is your fault you fell. Why did he say it? It didn't sound like that in his head.
"But I..." you struggle to find the right words, looking at him from the ground, still a little afraid, and the fae lowers himself right onto the pile of dry leaves. "I didn't call for anyone."
"But you made a wish."
Yes, you did. You wished for a lover. A mate. You asked the forest send him to you, and it did.
He watches you slowly assembling pieces of a puzzle, dumbstruck your wish was granted in a matter of seconds. But aren't you one of a fair folk, you ask, choosing your words carefully not to upset him, but he gets frustrated, nonetheless.
"So what?" He grunts, shaking his head, and his disheveled flower wreath, finally knocked over, is falling on his lap. "Didn't you want a fae lover? No human lives in the fairy wood."
You are perplexed: you didn't think the forest would listen to your plea. It was just a silly wish, a few careless words dropped in a wrong place, you say, embarrassed he heard you. You wanted a lover, but it was a wish in a well of sorts. You didn't think the forest would hear and send you your betrothed. You thought he was a fae guardian who came to punish a mortal for breaking the fairy grounds.
"Are you... him?" You whisper, hugging your knees, staring at him so intently he suddenly blushes, his eyes on his feet.
"Yes," he says quietly when just mere minutes ago he was ready to scream it into your face. But how could he now? You were innocent. You didn't hurt him on purpose, not even thinking he was your fated lover. Surely, if he were in a strange place, meeting a strange creature out of nowhere, he would be scared, too. How could he hold it against you?
But he would if you rejected him. And he was afraid to ask you again. He hurt you badly, didn't he? He hurt and scared you. Would you take him now? No fae law prohibited him from whisking you away from mortal realm, but he thought of you, curled up under the mighty oak like a wounded animal, pleading him not to hurt you, and he couldn't make himself go with it. He dreamed of making flower wreaths and swimming in the silver pond and collecting wolfberries together, not coming home to you terrified of the sight of him, scared of his touch.
You clear your throat, abashed, your gaze directed at your feet, "Isn't it prohibited? A human and a fairy?"
His cheeks heat up as he mumbles, "After a High Lord married a human girl ages ago, nobody cares anymore."
He tries not to get his hopes up too much, but he already dreams of kissing your hands when you feed him wolfberries, making you a dress from sirenspider's web and moonlight, and teaching you how to make a wreath for every season and occasion. Bluebells for witching hours in spring, bramble and violets for early summer nights, parsley and cowslip when sleeping on the meadows...
"You asked me to come, and I came," he whispers, looking up to find you watching him. "Will you take me?"
Your silence is suffocating, and it hurts, it hurts him so much to look at you and see you twisting the fabric of your dress in your hands as if you want to refuse him but don't know how.
"Promise not to hurt me," you say, tiny droplets of sweat forming on your forehead from fear.
"I swear to never hurt you again," the fae proclaims obediently, his eyes on his feet again.
Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much to hear the hesitation in your voice. It feels like there is a burning hole in his chest, and you are adding oil to fire.
You take so long to say more. He knows he shouldn't blame you, not when he made you a prey to his anger, chasing you like a rabbit he was going to put on a skewer, but he is angry and frustrated and spiteful again, rejected by his fated lover. If you don't take him, nobody would.
When he hears your voice, he almost jumps. "I... uh... you- you scare me a little. I know you didn't mean to, but... and you're a fae. And I... uh... can I think a little more?.." your voice quivers a little as you stare at the heap of old red and brownish leaves on the ground. "What does it even mean to be a fae's lover? Would it only last a season? Or would you... well... take me to be your own?"
Unlike you, it doesn't take him long to give you an answer.
He scoops you up in his arms fervently, his almost black hair a lovely chesnut brown again, the wreath shining back on his head, his pointed fingers no longer clawed. "I take you to be mine own!" He screams at the top of his voice as you tremble in his arms, bewildered, when he lifts you up in the air above his head. "I SWEAR I TAKE YOU TO BE MINE OWN!"
His chant makes his flower crown glow, and so does the autumn foliage of an old aok. You can't see your own body starting to emit the same golden glow, but you feel warm and light, staring at the orange sunset sky as the fae holds you for the whole forest to see.
You don't know it accepts young fairy's claim.
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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Goodbye
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You only have a couple minutes left and you still have to say goodbye.
Warnings: ANGST! (in capital letters). Mentions of death, mentions of blood, injuries.
w/c: 2.1k +
A/N: This is the most harmful shit I have ever written so read under your own risk. I went to sleep at 3 am for this. I was literally sobbing. I hope you like it and likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciate it. Love ya.
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You should have listened to Peter when he told you not to go on that road trip alone. You didn't want to put it off. A member of your family was going through a difficult situation and you had to be there for support. Your home was 3 states away from where you lived with Peter so it would be a long road trip, you hated planes so you went by car.
It's too late now to regret it.
"I don't like the idea of you going alone. Let me come with you." Begs your boyfriend as you pack your suitcase in the car.
"You know you can't, you have a thesis to present and I can't keep putting it off. My family needs me, Peter."
"I know they need you. I'm not telling you not to go but please take me with you." He takes your hand.
"I'll be fine." You kiss his lips and get into the car.
The smell of blood now flooded your nostrils and your ears endured a ringing that seemed to have no end.
Breathing burned. Your lungs begged for oxygen but it felt like a burn every time you gave it to them.
You had no reason for time or space. You had no idea why everything looked so blurry. Maybe it's a dream, one of those many bad dreams you've had.
There is a face in front of you. A young man with a bloody forehead and nose. You want to ask him if he's okay but you're too stunned to utter a word.
You know he's saying something by the way his lips are moving but you can't hear it, yet.
Your brow is furrowed. You try to bring yourself back to the here and now. ~Concentrate, y/n.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry." You manage to finally hear what the young man says and pick up his phone to call an ambulance. You don't look at all well. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?" He tries to get your attention.
"I can't move," you mumble. The more you regain consciousness, the more you notice the terrible pain in your head and in your stomach. Right in your right side.
"Yes, yes she's conscious but she's on the tarmac. It's very dark, I can't see anything." The stranger sobs next to you. "You have to come now, please." He mumbles an address you can't make out and focuses his gaze on you. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He moves his free hand towards you but regrets it just before he touches you.
"Hey, take it easy." You try to stay calm for both of us. "What's your name?"
"Tyler" he replies wiping his nose and puts the phone aside as soon as the call cuts off.
"Tyler, it's y/n." You make a great effort to speak. Only one of you can move and that's not you so you do your best to calm him down.
"Are the paramedics coming?" You look him in the eye and feel your side twinge.
"The call went dead." He explains. "The girl on the phone said to stay calm."
"Did you give them our location?" you ask hopefully.
"Yes, I did. They said they would send someone as soon as possible but the call was cut off."
You close your eyes for a moment trying to let the pain subside but it only gets worse. "Try calling them again and stay with whoever answers the phone while they arrive."
Tyler nods and after a few tries manages to connect the call. The girl behind the phone asks him to describe what he sees and that's when you get an idea of how bad it is.
The front window of your car is broken. You were thrown out because of a seatbelt failure. Your leg looks broken, according to Tyler, and worst of all, there's a pool of blood coming out of your right side. That explains the stinging you feel.
"That's not good, is it?" You ask trying to hope. The paramedics will arrive and everything will be fine.
"The girl says to put my hands on your wound and keep them there until the paramedics arrive." Tyler moves his hands and asks permission before placing them on your wound making you cry out in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over.
"It's okay," you try to control your breathing and feel your eyes roll back in your head.
The girl on the other end of the phone, now in a loud voice, asks Tyler not to stop talking to you and he does. You must stay conscious.
You respond a few times to his nervous attempt at conversation, tell him about your life and try to focus on something beyond the pain.
Minutes pass. Many minutes. Forty minutes, to be exact, and still no sign of help.
Your body feels weak and keeping your eyes open becomes increasingly difficult. That's when you remember how far you were from the nearest town or city when you had the accident and reality hits you in the face.
"Tyler?" You put your hands on top of his looking for some warmth. You're cold. it's cold.
"Yes?" he replies almost immediately.
"What does the ambulance girl say?" You ask.
"That we should wait a little longer. Help is on its way," he says with feigned assurance. He tries to convince himself that the paramedics will arrive on time.
"I need your help with something." Tyler nods for you to continue. "Please look for my phone in my car and call Peter. He's my boyfriend."  You ask. Now you understand you're on borrowed time.
"No, the girl said my hands are the only thing that stops the bleeding long enough for help to arrive. I'm not moving." He denies.
"Please." You beg, feeling an immense urge to cry but you're too weak to do so. "We're in the middle of nowhere and, look at me, I don't have much time left."
"No, please. They're going to come and you're going to be fine." he cries again inconsolably. He knows you're right.
"Tyler, please," you plead with every ounce of strength you have left. "I don't want to leave without saying goodbye."
The young man hesitates, not wanting to take his hands away and then regret it. But he feels so guilty about the accident that he agrees and reaches for your phone.
One ring, two rings, on the third ring, Peter answers the call. Tyler puts the speakerphone on and puts his hands back on your side.
"Love, are you coming back? Did you stop for lunch?" Peter asks through the speaker.
"Peter..." you smile sadly at the sound of his voice and feel tears well up in your eyes.
"Is everything alright? You don't sound so good." The concern in his voice is noticeable.
"Peter, I had an accident on the way home. You get straight to the point, you have no time to waste. "It doesn't look very-" you cut off your coughing breath and the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth. "It doesn't look good for me."
"Wh-what?" you hear her breathing hitch. "Where are you? I'll come right away. Tell me where you are," he asks.
"I'm far away, Pete," you murmur and close your eyes to rest for a moment, just a moment. "I don't have much time left."
"What about the paramedics? Are you alone? I'll call 911," you hear the keys on the phone in your shared flat click and you open your eyes again.
"I'm with Tyler, he was in the accident with me and he's looking after me" you smile weakly at him. "But we're so far away from everything, love. I don't want to waste my last minutes talking about how far away the paramedics are." You plead.
"Don't say that, please. You're going to be fine" He reasons as fast as he can. He's still processing the information.
"I love you, Peter Parker. I love you with every fiber in my body." You struggle to hold on a little longer. Just a few more minutes, please.
Peter walks out into the street and gets into a taxi.
"I'll track your phone. I'm going to find you. You're not going to die, okay?" You hear his voice crack.
"Remember that summer at the beach when we saw that family playing ball?" You change the subject.
"Y/n..." tries to stop you from speaking but you continue.
"You said you wanted a family as happy as that." You smile at the memory. "A wedding, two or three kids, a little house in the suburbs, a job from home so you could spend time with the kids, and a Golden Retriever for a pet." You feel tears running down your cheeks. "I would have loved to have been able to give you all that, it was my dream too."
"We will. We will, just-" he takes a big breath of air so you he doesn't collapse in the taxi. "Hang in there."
Peter would have preferred to swing but there are no buildings outside the city and he would have had to hang up the call. He wasn't going to hang it up for the world.
"I'm sorry I argued with you about that new TV. I love our movie Fridays." You admit. "It wasn't an unnecessary expense."
"I know. I bought it for you," he sobs. This can't be the end.
"Little May and little Ben would have loved movie Fridays too. Especially since their dad would have made the richest and weirdest popcorn combinations." You laugh before coughing again and spitting up blood.
"May and Ben are the best names" he laughs sadly. "Y/n please, I can't lose you too. You're all I have left" you hear him crying on the other end of the phone. It's clear he's not trying to control himself anymore.
"I'll love you even when I'm gone" you whisper and leave your eyes closed for a longer period of time.
"Please open your eyes, y/n" Tyler moves your face with one of his hands and you open your eyes again.
"Listen to him, don't close your eyes," your boyfriend denies into the phone. He has never felt so helpless in his entire life.
"I'm tired" you fix your blurred gaze on the phone lying on the tarmac next to you.
"You can't leave, not like this" he wipes away his tears and tries to control his breathing but it's unavoidable. "I have to marry you..." he pleads.
"If you want me to marry you you have to ask me first" you joke.
"Will you marry me?" Peter asks between sobs as he thinks about the box with a ring hidden in his old Spiderman uniforms. He was going to ask you very soon, he didn't expect it to be like this.
"Yes and a thousand times yes," you smile with your eyes closed but open them again to look at Tyler. "Did you hear that, Tyler? I'm getting married." You say with as much excitement as you can muster. "You're invited to the wedding." You mumble closing your eyes again.
They stay open too little time, they're too heavy.
"You can take the ring out of your uniform box now," you mutter lower and lower.
"Did you know that?" your boyfriend asks in surprise.
"I know all about it, my super hero" your breathing slows down.
Peter looks at his phone. There are miles between you. He won't make it in time.
"No, you're the super hero. It's always been you," he presses the phone to his ear. "I love you, Y/n y/l/n."
"I love you too, Peter," you murmur almost inaudibly. "Can I ask you something?" You use the last of your strength to speak a little louder.
"Whatever" Parker nods quickly.
"Promise me that you won't stop looking for love and that you'll try to be happy even if it's not with me." You say earnestly.
"I can't do-" you stop him before he says anything else.
"Promise me, Peter. Please promise me. I have to hear you say it."
Peter swallows hard. He doesn't want to do anything you just said. How could he be happy without you? But nevertheless, he responds.
"I promise," he says before bursting into tears again.
This can't be goodbye.
You're exhausted, you don't think you can keep your eyes open for much longer. A few seconds pass and all you hear is Peter's sobs on the other end of the line.
"Y/n?" he asks but you don't answer. You vaguely hear him but the voice is getting further and further away. "No no no no, y/n answer. Please" exclaims your boyfriend. "Don't go" he clenches the phone tightly in his hand.
Endless memories flash through your mind.  You are glad that they are happy for the most part.
Is this what it feels like to die? At least you were able to say Goodbye.
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emostudent · 10 months
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TEEN WOLF BRAINROT
so, i've been rewatching teen wolf bc apparently netflix hates us europeans and it will be removed on may 31st and here are a few of my opinions TM
scott is actually a very good main character. listen, i got into this fandom when i was older, so i probably don't understand why there is this trend of hating scott, but he's a valid MC! he shows an example of positive masculinity that is honestly so refreshing to see in modern media: he's kind, compassionate, always optimistic but not stupidly so, has an amazing relationship with his mum AND his friends, he's not afraid to show emotions and cry. honestly a very healthy, albeit traumatised, young man. yes, he did stupid stuff for the girl he liked, and yes he misjudged a few situations, but please, remind me, how old is he supposed to be? 16? 17? 18? yeah. i did worse things at his age.
scott and stiles come from working class families!!! they have money problems!! it's honestly so refreshing to see teenagers discuss money in a supernatural/fantasy tv show. it doesn't usually happens and I've found it refreshing because it's something that usually happen between irl teenagers.
i don't get sterek. really, really don't. maybe it's bc i've watched the show through a gen z lens (meaning the media and the culture (read: THE INTERNET) when i watched the show were influenced more by gen z than millennials' values) but i really don't get it. and the age difference makes me uncomfortable. (same thing with parrish and lydia, SHE'S A MINOR DUDE, there's a reason people don't like cops istg) SOMEONE EXPLAIN STEREK TO ME PLEASE
in fics stiles and scott's personalities are often swapped: stiles is the caring one, the pack mum, scott is the one with homicidal tendencies. like, my dudes, the fact that scott is a GOOD person through and through is the reason he's a true alpha. also the reason we, as viewers, like stiles is bc he's sarcastic and more morally ambiguous than scott (not really, but you get it, he cares more about himself and his immediate friends, the others can die, scott instead want to save everyone period), it's like taking away the thing that makes stiles stiles
malia and stiles were SO cute, i didn't expect to like them so much, but when they broke up my heart shattered
stydia is everything i want in a ship and i will not accept any criticism on it, it's literally one of the only straight ships i like. you have the slowburn, the malewife x girlboss trope, the he fell first but she fell harder, the mutual pining. it literally checks all of my boxes
isaac was such a cool character and he and scott had an amazing dynamic, like come on, they had something going on between them
kira is a badass. that's it, that's the comment. i like her so much
derek's development is one of the best. i couldn't stand him in season 1, but in s4 he became one of my favourite characters. but i think this has more to do with the fact that they aged him up? he was supposed to be in his early 20s in s1, but then they aged him up in s3? well, anyway, i liked how he literally wised up, stepping into the role of a teacher and guide instead of a leader, it suits him so much better (and i'm sure it's less stressful)
peter is such a charmingly evil bastard. i hate him, but i love him at the same time.
thiam is the best ship in the show, i don't care if it's canon or not. i've read airplanes, it's canon to me
we would've liked (simped for) s5 theo more if he had the same haircut he had in 6b. he was just stupidly hot.
allison and lydia should've kissed and so malia and kira. give me my wlw couples.
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We need to talk about young Quill's report card.
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In case you can't see that well, here's what I can make out:
Apparently he went to a place called St. Charles Elementary, I looked it up and I'm pretty sure (how did it take me so damn long to notice I forgot the "sure." wtf) it's not a real place
He has a D in math (of course he does... what a dumbass /aff) and the note from the teacher says "Doesn't apply himself!" I hate when adults say that about kids it gives me bad feelings
He has a C in "Reading" what the fuck is reading? English??? and the note says "Disruptive" aww baby boy was disruptive,,
D in science... "CONSISTENTLY INAPPROPRIATE" WHAT!!!! I bet he was the kid that taught other kids the f word. Fun fact I learned about the f word from that one kid in 1st grade
Social Studies he has a C... "Talks WAY (double underline) too much." Aww I was like that in classes where I had friends I get it. BUT THATS SO CUTJEJDKFKSK
P.E. he has a B... his best grade... "Great participation!" AHHHH MY ATHLETIC BOY ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
My brain is melting at the sight of this I love quill so damn much
EDIT: since this just keeps getting likes I've decided to edit this to say: please check out my other posts i have some cool stuff that you'll definitely like if you like peter
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