all the stuff he never got to do with sirius kills me

anonymous asked:

If you're looking for wolfstar prompts could you maybe write a wolfstar raises Harry au? (btw I love your drabbles/fics they're so good)

Harry shrieked happily as he waddled away speedily from his godfather. He chased after the toddler with his hands stretched out. “Gotcha! You’re a fast little fellow, aren’t you Prongslet?” Little Harry struggled against his grip when Sirius’s fiancee, Remus, called out that dinner was ready. He looked up at Sirius who looked back down at him. “Race you.” Sirius said. Harry sped off ahead of him, Sirius feigning slowness. “Oh, so close! You’re going to make a great Quidditch player some day.” He told his godson as he lifted him up onto his shoulder.

“What’s Quidditch?” Little Harry asked.

“Why don’t you explain it to him while you help me set the table?” Remus asked, handing his fiancee some plates.

“Of course, darling.” He put the plates out and set Harry down on a chair. His head just made it above the table. Remus smiled softly at the boy, then to Sirius. They sat down and ate together, Harry telling his Uncles about his day.

They day came when Remus and Sirius got married. The wedding was quite small, but perfect all the same. It was even more perfect when Harry came bouncing down the aisle, holding the rings on a red velvet pillow. He was smiling so brightly and giggled when Remus ruffled his hair.

Before they knew it, they were in Diagon Alley shopping for Harry’s school supplies. They walked into Madam Malkin’s where Sirius immediately spotted white blonde hair. “Oh no, not a Malfoy. We should come back later.” He began to pulled Remus away when Harry bounced up to the stool right next to the boy. Sirius started after him, but Remus held him back.

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Lovely distractions - Sirius Black X Reader (smut)

Requested by @slytherinsurf : Helloooo! Your writing makes me cry, it’s so amazing!! Could I request a sirius x reader oneshot that has fluff, and smutt? The reader suffers from nightmares and stuff, so one night she goes to the common room, and Sirius wakes up, and comes down to comfort her. (He’s super sweet and caring) Then one thing leads to another, and things get a bit steamy ;)? Thank you so much!!!! Xxx
Well, I AM SORRY! But I wasn’t strong enough. I gave in to temptation. There isn’t enough fluff. I am sorry :( 
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (my heart loves it!) My English and swearing. Image isn’t mine/ Credits to the original owner[I wish I was ;) ]

You were inside a mansion. You had no idea how you got there. The only thing you could remember was the burning sensation on your arm. Why was your arm on fire? You glimpsed and froze.
The Dark Mark. You had the Dark Mark. You-it couldn’t be. You couldn’t be a Deatheater. Your parents were but you had run away. You would never be one of them.
“Prove your loyalty. Kill them”, a cold voice told you and someone handed you a wand. You were utterly lost and confused. What was happening?
Three people walked into the dark room. All air left your body when you saw their faces. You screamed and tried to move but a strong grip kept you pinned down. You were fighting the grasp but it was useless.
“You were always a disappointment” your father spat at you. You looked over the familiar faces and tried to find something-hope-in their eyes but they were blank.
Empty. This is impossible.
“Very well” he continued. He raised his wand and fired the cruciatus curse towards James. He fell to the ground and screamed in pain. You were begging him to stop but he never even gave a sign he’d listened to you.
He moved on to Remus. This time you were spitting curses and trying to get away from the grip that held you. When he deemed that he had tortured him enough, he went over to Sirius. But he stopped. He lowered his wand and put it in his pocket. You thought that he finally had enough. How foolish of you… He took out a smile knife with a sharp blade that made your heart stop beating. His hand was getting closer and closer to Sirius’s throat.
“No, please, no, no” you screamed at the top of your lungs. A red line appeared in his throat. You grasped your wand and pointed your father.
“Avada Kedavra”

Your eyes shot open. It took you a bit more to realize that it was just a nightmare. One of the nightmares that kept you up at night. It was strange though. You were sleeping with Sirius which usually does the trick. But not tonight.
You tried and regulated your breath and slowly crept out of the bed, trying not to wake up Sirius as you untangled yourself from him. He looked so calm and beautiful. You removed a strand of his messy hair from his face and place a small kiss to his lips. Tiptoeing, you got out of the room, leaving the boys to rest. You made your way to the common room.
It was Christmas. Very few people had stayed. The Marauders and you were the only ones from Gryffindor and that’s why McGonagall never reprimanded you for sleeping in the boys’ dormitory. Not that if she had, it would have prevented you from sneaking in.
You could never go back to your house. You had run away. All that pure-blood mania, it was madness. All that crazy ideas-your parents were mental. That house never felt like home. You thought you would never find a home. But you did. And it had a name. Sirius Orion Black. 
You sat down by the fireplace. A vivid fire was burning. The flames were dancing, consuming the logs. You really didn’t want to deal with the dream. Why on earth would you dream something like that? Why those people were torturing you even in your sleep? You had run away but it felt like you could never run away.  Those people had hurt you more times than you could count. But if they ever touch him, you will kill them-you knew you would use the last of the unforgivable curses on them without hesitation, even though you hated it.
A fluffy blanket was wrapped around you and you slightly jumped in surprise. You had been too lost in your thoughts to realize that Sirius was standing there for a while, looking at you a bit concerned. He had wrapped in you in the blanket while he was shirtless. And of course, your eyes were roaming his body. It was a sight that never failed to make you blush. His wide shoulders, his perfectly shaped torso… his abs. Your cheeks were turning red but you could always blame it on the fire.
He plopped right beside you and wrapped himself in the blanket. Suddenly he was too close. And half-naked.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked you while he placed a kiss under your jawline and rested his head in the crook of your neck.
“Nightmare” you whispered as your hands reached for his and started playing with his slender fingers.
“Wanna talk about it?” he husked into your ear. Well, if he kept doing all those little things you weren’t going to talk. You shook your head and kept quiet. He kissed your neck again. Softly. Lovingly.
”Love…” he encouraged you, murmuring against your skin. You let out a heavy breath.
“I- I was a Deatheater. And they made me k-kill you but I kinda killed my father because he-because he was holding a bl-blade to your-your-your throat” you stuttered out. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. He grabbed your hands and caressed them before he cupped your face asking you to open your eyes, as you did.
“Baby, it was a nightmare. It could never happen. I would never let it happen” he said with certainty. How could he be so sure? You leaned into his touch.
He kissed you. His lips soft but hungry. His hands ran down to your waist and while the one stayed there holding you tightly, the other went further down and grabbed your bum, making you straddle him. He nuzzled his face against your neck, kissing along your skin before mercilessly biting and sucking marks onto your neck. You loved the marks he left on you. You loved the fact that he was yours. He rubbed circles on your hips as his lips traveled down your chest, still biting and marking as he went. You were wearing one of his shirts-you smelled like him. He pulled it off of you, feverishly. He groaned when he saw that you weren’t wearing any underwear.
“Let me help you” you mumbled, reaching out for him. You wanted to touch him so badly. You wanted him.
“No baby, this is about you” he breathed out. You whined.
“But I want you” you said pouting. He chuckled, caressing your body.
“You’ll get me baby”. You shuddered, biting your bottom lip as you smiled. He held you by your hips, sitting straighter before nipping, kissing and biting at your neck, your chest, your breasts as he shuffled back towards the middle of the couch, pulling you with him. You knelt in front of him, hands clinging to his broad shoulders as he pulled you flush against him. You could feel his thick cock throbbing against your stomach. Your boobs were squished against his chest as he removed his lips from you.
“Let me distract you” he growled, smirking. That smirk of his was driving you crazy.
He grinned, grabbing your hands and falling back, lying on the couch, dragging you along. He grasped your thighs, pulling you up so you could straddle his broad chest. You were blushing uncontrollably.
Sirius had an enthusiastic smile across his face as he stared at you in loving wonder.
“Come here love” he husked. You blushed again as you understood what he was implying.
“Sirius I- haven’t… we don’t have to-”
“I will drag you up myself” he said rather raspy. You didn’t even try to stop the bright blush rising to your cheeks-again- but did as you were told, crawling up until your knees sat on either side of his head. You braced yourself on the couch’s arm. You couldn’t help it. Your heart was racing as he ran his strong hands up the back of your thighs. He squeezed your butt, then all of a sudden dived in.
You gasped, holding on tighter as his tongue parted your lips, licking a broad stripe up your core to your clit. He licked, swirled his tongue and very carefully nipped at your throbbing clit. You ground down, trying to get more friction from his tongue, and he moaned deeply -and the feeling of the vibrations made you shudder in delight. You let out a breathy moan.
Hearing that only encouraged him. You could feel his smirk. He teased you hole, circling and lapping at your wetness. Then he plunged his tongue in deep.
You let out a loud gasp that quickly turned into a low moan, as you bit your lip and let your head fall back. You didn’t even care that you were in the common room and practically anyone could walk in on you. Even Minne for fuck’s sake.
Sirius’s hands firmly encouraged you to grind down as he fucked you with his tongue. That familiar tight pressure had built up quickly. Way too quickly for your liking.
“Fuck” you gasped. You felt him chuckle against your cunt. Your mouth fell open, your lips parted in ecstasy something you knew he’d have loved to see. He was always praising you and telling you how damn good you looked like that.
 “Please, babe, please…” you moaned out and closed your eyes. It was so good.
He grabbed onto your hips, guiding you firmly to grind down against him. You were shaking, so damn close.
 Sirius moaned beneath you, clutching at your hips. 
“Fuck Siri…” you muttered over and over again. So close, so close. You felt the all too familiar feeling and groaned. Your knuckles were white as you gripped his arms. You head fell forward and bit your lip. You came. Hard.
“Sirius” you hissed, your body trembling. Sirius brought his hand up to the small of your back, bracing you as you came back down again. He slid out from under you.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your collarbone.
“Oh, no. We are not done” you said when you finally caught your breath. He raised an eyebrow. You gave him a side smile. 
“I am gonna fuck you, baby. And we’re talking about the can’t-even-get-the-word-“fuck”-out kind of sex” you breathed out while your hands were already removing his pants. It was going to be a long night. But he had done it. You were distracted. Way too much to care about the nightmare when your reality was better than any dream.

Wolfstar Masterpost

(( OOC: This post is a compilation of all posts involving Sirius and Remus… including old (REALLY OLD) threads. ;) ))


Don’t Sell Yourself Short 1

Sirius finds Remus fretting over a new scar after the full moon.

Don’t Sell Yourself Short 2

Sirius has one more thing to say…

The Shunned 1

Sirius made a big, big mistake, and now he’s paying for it.

The Shunned 2

Sirius has a hard time apologizing. His pride tends to get in the way… but this time is different.

Merry Christmas Werewolf McWerewolf

There’s a full moon on Christmas, and the Marauders want to spend it with Remus… but after Remus uses every form of persuasion he can think of, begging his friends to enjoy Christmas with their families, they begrudgingly agree to head home for the holidays.

However, as Sirius gets ready for the Potter’s Christmas party, he can’t stop thinking about Remus.

Remus Doesn’t Know Shit About Quidditch Part 1

Looks like something is going on between Remus and Sirius… and Lily is going to get to the bottom of it.

Remus Doesn’t Know Shit About Quidditch Part 2

After failing to get answers from Remus, Lily decides to poke some fun at Sirius.

Truth or Dare (Wolfstar):

Sirius gets wrapped up in a game of Truth or Dare… and ends up biting off more than he can chew.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Can’t Sleep

Remus and Sirius are no strangers to nightmares… and after a particularly frightening one, Remus can’t get back to sleep.

Wallflower 2

The Yule Ball has come again, and Remus isn’t attending… or at least, that’s what Sirius thought.

The Black Plague:

Sirius doesn’t get sick very often… but when he does…


Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Freaky Friday (NSFW):

After an terrible potion mix-up, Remus is going to have to survive a few days walking around in Sirius Black’s body…

Alright… he can handle this.

What he can’t handle is the fact that Sirius is now in his body… and embarrassing Remus seems to be his top priority.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Mirror, Mirror (Extra):

Part 1: Remus

Part 2: Sirius

Joining The Order 2

Now that Frank is part of the Order, it’s his job to welcome new recruits… but he certainly wasn’t expecting to greet THESE recruits.

The Hunted:

Sirius and Remus find themselves in a trap… and Remus isn’t prepared to face the person who set that trap… his very own monster under the bed.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Dream A Little Dream Of Me Part 1

The fear is growing… and now it’s starting to seep into Sirius’s dreams.

Nothing To Lose… Everything To Lose…

The war is taking its toll, and with mortality at the front of everyone’s minds, Sirius can’t hold back anymore.

The Downward Slope

Remus crashes at the Potter’s for the night, but he didn’t know Sirius was going to be there as well. Things have… changed… since the last time they met.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me Part 2

Sirius has been cold and distant. Now he’s made his way into Remus’s dreams.

What Do You Want?

The war is destroying everything… including Sirius’s faith in Remus. But his feelings are still conflicted… and when Remus confronts him, which path will Sirius choose?

Thrice Defied:

The war is taking its toll on the marauders, and James and Lily narrowly escape Voldemort’s clutches for the third time.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

A New Era

Remus has been trapped in Hell since the fall of his closest friends, the people he loved… and now, after years of struggle, he’s on his way back to Hogwarts.

Never Be The Same:

After escaping from Azkaban, Sirius goes into hiding with Remus. However, twelve years apart, twelve years of false accusations, twelve years of torture… have left gaping wounds that may never heal.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

I Open At The Close

The Marauder’s final moments.


Snap Chat

Remus receives a bizarre snap from a total stranger… turns out that stranger has a pretty face framed by some nice, black hair. He might be okay with this.


Remus is working as a bartender at a Gay Club. He’s witnessed a lot of… interesting stuff… But nothing has come close to Sirius Black.

Part 1 (Video):



Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Bloopers (Video):



God Save The Queen:

Sirius has been acting strange lately… he keeps taking off at night, and Remus could have sworn he was wearing makeup… Sirius Black is hiding something.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4


The Morning After (A continuation of “Can’t Sleep”)

Sirius has a bad habit of unconsciously stripping when it gets too hot at night… and apparently Remus does too. This may become a problem if they keep sharing each other’s beds after nightmares wake them up.

The Morning After The Morning After

Remus is starting to have a hard time falling asleep… weird things seem to happen when he falls asleep in Sirius’s bed.

The Morning After The Morning After… The Morning

It’s time for Remus to get even… maybe.


Remus is having a hard time paying attention in class with Sirius sitting across from him.


Things just got a little awkward in Potions class.


Sirius can be such a brat… but so can Remus, especially when chocolate is involved.

Part 1

Part 2


Damn you auto correct…

Wrong Place, Wrong Time 1

James recalls walking in on a not-so-pleasant scene.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time 2

Remus and Sirius are having a moment… but they forgot to lock the door.

Midnight Meetings

It’s getting harder to have some alone time in the dorm… so the boys take their shenanigans to McGonagall’s classroom. Bad move.

Long Hair Don’t Care

Remus grows his hair out, and Sirius can’t handle it.

What Doesn’t Kill You, Leaves A Scar:

Remus has always found his scars ugly… but Sirius is determined to show him otherwise.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

If You Wannit Come n’ Get It:

Sirius stole Remus’s hat… and Remus is trying to get it back… creatively.

Part 1

Part 2

Freudian Slip

Uh………… Whoops!

That Awkward Moment When…

You end up accidentally comparing dick sizes with your best mate.

Never Give a Werewolf Alcohol

James is going to be a father! Sirius and Remus have stayed up to celebrate… but Remus has had one to many drinks, and Sirius is enjoying his drunken companion so much… that he might just let something slip.


After getting very a little tipsy, Sirius receives an unexpected… and very unwelcome… visitor.

Bellybutton Ring (NSFW):

Sirius has had a little too much to drink… As a result, he may be showing off more than Remus is comfortable with.

Part 1

Part 2


Sirius just got a new camera, and Remus has become an unwitting model.

Sleepy Pups

Sirius can’t help it… he just loves to cuddle.

Candy Cane

It’s Christmas and Sirius is enjoying his new candy cane a little too much. That insufferable git.  

Up or Down? (NSFW)

Sirius revels in the fact that he can make Remus flustered… using nothing more than his hair.

Don’t Play With Fire (NSFW):

Remus always becomes more aggressive as the full moon draws closer… He has always struggled to control it. But what happens when Sirius decides to threaten that control?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3


Never Be The Same (Alternative Ending):

After escaping from Azkaban, Sirius goes into hiding with Remus. However, twelve years apart, twelve years of false accusations, twelve years of torture… have left gaping wounds that may never heal.

Part 1

Part 2

Moving On 1

Remus has found someone who makes him happier than he’s ever been… someone who makes him feel safe.  

Moving On 2

Sirius has been locked in a cell for 12 years… and now that he’s out maybe things can pick up where they left off… or, maybe, nothing will ever be the same.


Ginny Weasley

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Frank Longbottom

Part 1 (James and Sirius)

Part 2 (Sirius and Remus)

Part 3 (Sirius, Frank and Alice)

Progression Of Wolfstar

anonymous asked:

Hey I asked for fic recs early and you said to be more specific. So Darry or Wolfstar recs. any kind that has either

of course i’m gonna go with remus/sirius bc well im remussirius trash extraordinaire also i don’t trust my taste in drarry bc i havent read drarry fics in years lbr. im sorry this took so long. i kept saving this in my drafts to add more and more each time i open it bc im trash and it took all the self control to just stop and publish it so here ya go 50 remus/sirius fics 

bold - fandom classics
italicized - since these come from these different sites with different ratings, i’ll just italicize all the ones rated mature, explicit, or nc-17 

  1. people have told me i’m the worst remus/sirius shipper bc i haven’t read this classic so imma just leave it here on the off chance you haven’t either idk the word count or how to rate this whoops
  2. lots of fumbling and sirius thinking remus is perfect and kissing scars and staying in bed and i am exhausted with these two im gonna cry (2.4k+ words)
  3. sirius is teddy’s preschool teacher and remus becomes a whole lot more motivated to bring his kid to school (it’s an au where teddy and harry are the same age)  (13.5k+)
  4. boarding school in the 70s au (tw: vivid mentions of rape) (36k+)
  5. first war and lie low at lupin’s era wherein they never said i love you (6.5k+)
  6. all rec lists need a coffee shop au (5k+)
  7. ballet au gosh i am soooo (8.2k+) 
  8. artist/model au. one of my favorites it ruined me i am ruined (55.5k+)
  9. very angsty holiday au (12k+)
  10. truth or dare game that spun out of control (hogwarts era) and the sequel (alternates between first war and book era) idk the word count bc they have to be downloaded now bc they were taken down and the second has lotsa remadora but it’s good remadora and honestly these are must reads
  11. au where remus and sirius took harry and went into hiding after james and lily got killed. just fuck me up. (2.3k+)
  12. muggle au and sirius is engaged and he meets remus and there’s lotsa angst and me crying tbh (10.5k+)
  13. hogwarts era and sirius and remus are angst machines who keep fighting/bickering as as alternative to admitting they wanna fall in love and fuck and grow old together tbh (4.6k+)
  14. photographer sirius and jazz musician remus it’s so beautiful (13k+)
  15. my favorite uni au tbh (105k+)
  16. post azkaban era i am so wrecked (10.4k+)
  17. i live for depressing, first war, suspecting-the-other-is-a-traitor fics (4k+)
  18. the usual ‘it was just supposed to be sex’ kind of thing that starts firewhiskey. of course. (the word count isn’t stated but it’s very long. like 24 chapters)
  19. remus being a smug know it all bc he’s an expert on sirius (1.2k+)
  20. get together fic after james and lily’s wedding (10.9k+)
  21. remus and sirius through Mr. Lupin’s eyes (2k+)
  22. sirius whining in his diary about remus ffs what a nerd (1.4k+)
  23. remus attempting to visit sirius in azkaban i died (2k+)
  24. they meet at a nightclub and do the sex and that’s the end of that (it’s totally not) (also auror sirius and tutor remus) (31.2k+)
  25. sirius and remus throughout the years (602)
  26. hogwarts era smut but also lots of cuddling and warmth and trying not to fall in love gOD THIS IS THE DEATH OF ME (1.3k+)
  27. rockstar/journalist au i love journalist remus so much  (36.2k+)
  28. another rockstar/journalist au bECAUSE HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LOVE JOURNALIST REMUS? (98.4k+)
  29. mistletoe fic it’s so adorable im a mess (3.4k+)
  30. sirius teaching remus how to dance aka kill me (1.6k+)
  31. this is about remussirius and jily. the first and last kisses of both couples. this fucked me up tbh but the jily ones are sadder (2.6k+)
  32. muggle au they meet on the train (6k+)
  33. in which they are platonic. i swear. 100% bros watching porn. (5.4k+)
  34. office au (11.6k+)
  35. uni au with footballer sirius and photographer remus (2.9k+)
  36. ok i haven’t read this in three years and 14 year old me might have had horrible taste but from what i remember, this is the first fic that ruined me ever. half porn and half super heavy stuff that will leave you sobbing and aching. occasional fluff i guess. hogwarts era (122k)
  37. all i remember about this is that it’s amazing and james pov i love it
  38. i’ll say it again: i live for depressing, first war, suspecting-the-other-is-a-traitor fics BUT this one is my favorite and i’ve read it so many times (4k+)
  39. the marauders sharing a flat. it’s amazing, really 
  40. first war remus and sirius who have been broken up for a year (22.3k+)
  41. neighbor au (6.2k+)
  42. nerds freaking out about having to share a bed (3k)
  43. first war angst and smut (6.2k+)
  44. awkward sexual tension hogwarts era (13.k+)
  45. ootp era. bathtub sex and them being all disgustingly in love i’m a wreck (2.6k+)
  46. hogwarts era and literally nothing but sirius pining so hard and lotsa porn what’s not to love
  47. IT’S SO FLUFFY im gonna cry bye (5k+)
  48. sirius is a party planner for a bachelorette party and catches the eye of the stripper okAY THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT’S ALL PORN BUT IT’S HEAVY STUFF AND THE TEDDY LUPIN FEELINGS i hate everything (34.9k+)
  49. another angsty first war fic (10k+)
  50. my absolute favorite fic of all time. nothing can compare (92.8k+ so far. it’s a WIP)
hello again

She knocks him flat on the ground and then, as if that isn’t bad enough, she lands squarely on top of him.

She has just enough time, in the fraction of the second before she crashes painfully onto him, to register the identity of her victim. It’s James fucking Potter.

She hasn’t seen him in person in years.

And now his long legs are all tangled up with hers. And she is pressing against his very solid chest. And her hair is in his mouth, which is five centimetres away from her mouth. It’s James fucking Potter.  

He recovers remarkably quickly.

“First my heart then my head, Evans?” he says as he helps her up.

“Neither are worth much,” she shoots back.

He grins his lopsided grin.

“D’ you know you’re blushing? Redder than a tomato.”

Redhead genes. It’s a curse.

“Well, we did just get to second base, Potter. Got to compose myself.”

He turns pink, and he doesn’t have any genes to blame it on.  

“Eh, been worse. I play rugby – ”

“Yes, I remember, you re-enacted every game a million times back in school.” She doesn’t mean it abrasively or anything, but she thinks she sees him almost wince.

“Anyway, how come you’re here?” he asks, at the same time she says repentantly, “So you still play?”

She laughs awkwardly, and he laughs – something-ly. She could never really read James Potter. You’d think some gangly rich kid with a tackling-people fetish wouldn’t be that mysterious, but…

It’s possible that she’s just bad at reading people generally. I mean, her best friend did turn out to have some troubling ideas about women.

“Yeah, I’m still really into it,” he says with a swagger.

She definitely imagined the wince.

“Your turn.”

“I was going to surprise Mary,” she explains. “she studies here, I don’t know if you knew…? I’m really close by, I study at – ”

“Yeah, I know.” He hastens to explain. “From Instagram. Privacy is dead, yada yada.”

Beat. Another beat. Another…

“Well um, I’ll let you go…” he hesitates. “And listen, I don’t know – I mean, you remember that night in the pub?”

“When my best friend shoved his tongue halfway down my throat?” Lily asks drily. “Yeah. Hard to forget.”

“He was an effing wanker, but I set him off and you got involved. I’m sorry about that.”

Lily shrugs. “It’s not your fault Snivellus thought he owned me.”

Her family had moved away a few months after the Pub incident. She’d had to finish high school somewhere else. She’d been a little relieved really, at the chance to put it all behind her. To bid a permanent goodbye to her ex-best friend. And to her complicated feelings for James Potter.

Yeah, I know.

She knows it’s a bad idea, but she adds: “I s’ppose…I s’ppose he knew I fancied you a bit. Salt in the wound and all when you asked me out. No excuse for grabbing me obviously–ah, well. I gave him a black eye.”

She can’t quite meet his eye. I s’ppose he knew I fancied you a bit. Who is he – her priest? Why’s she confessing all her deep dark sins?

“You called me a toerag! I asked you out and you called me a toerag! That was you fancying me?”

His laughter is ready as always.

She’s kind of pissed off that her declaration didn’t affect him more. Her heart is in her damn mouth. Not that she still likes him – it’s been two years! – but still, you know?

“You asked me out in the middle of harassing my mate. Ex-mate. Whatever. What was I going to say?”

“Bit stupid, that,” he admits. “I was a bit thick.”

She smiles grudgingly.

He smiles widely.

“It’s good to see you again, Evans,” he says.  

“You too, Potter.”

He smiles wider.

James to Lily Evans: hi I got ur number frm Mary

James: this is Potter

James: James Potter

James: u can call me James

Lily is typing…

Lily is typing…

Lily is typing…

Lily: hi!

James: wuz wrong w u evans

Lily: u can call me Lily I sppose

James: good stuff

James: got to ask u a q

Lily: yea sure

James: do redheads really need more anaesthesia

Lily: wtf

Lily: it’s 3 AM Potter


To no-one’s surprise, James Potter turns out to be absolutely militant about keeping up with snap streaks. “That fire emoji next to the person’s name,” he says, too earnestly, “gets me going.”

Sometimes he makes mocking him so easy, it’s impossible to mock him.


Lily Evans to James Potter: I have a picture of u in green tights

James Potter: I’m going to fucking kill Sirius

Lily: it was remus who told me the whole saga of the Peter Pan play tho

James: I’m only 75% embarrassed  

James: because Peter Pan is fuckin brilliant™

Lily: there’s just one thing about him that ruins it for me

Lily: and that’s mostly me being unreasonable

Lily: but doesn’t it KILL that he forgets about tinkerbell

James: yea I mean

James: u already have blackmail material

James: so don’t want to be a sap

James: but who tf wants to forget their friends y know

James: growing up w ur friends is like

James: the whole point of life

Lily: getting real™

Lily: but yeah that’s like

Lily: a beautiful sentiment or something

Lily: and ur really right all jokes aside

James: I mean it includes u

James: I’m like excited to make memories w u in the future and stuff now we’re friends

James: so like?? Yeah?? I know Peter Pan forgetting tinkerbell was a poignant statement about

Lily: the callousness of childhood or whatever

James: but it sucked

Lily: that’s really sweet James

James: getting real™

She meets up with James Potter and his merry men the next time she comes to visit Mary. The boys have an apartment and James rashly offers to fix dinner.

As it turns out, you can’t trust them an inch.

Remus is laughing, Lily is starving, Peter is feverishly trying to decipher a cookbook.

Black is talking about some fancy French chef his mother used to hire. It’s the only worthwhile thing she ever did, apparently.

Lily had always thought James was more country-blood rich than blueblood rich, but it turns out the distinction isn’t really that marked.

“We used to call him out to our place on weekends sometimes,” he tells Lily in an aside, before continuing to argue about the merits of a particular dish with Sirius.

“They don’t know they sound like absolute tits,” Remus tells Lily cheerfully. “You can’t hold it against them, poor sods. Oy, Potter!”

“Yeah mate.”

“We offered our guests dinner. I feel we ought to provide it.”

“We don’t even have bread,” Peter offers helpfully. “Well. We do, technically, but it’s a bit moldy.”  

“Girls are fussy about that kind of thing,” Lily deadpans.

“Nothing I don’t know about girls, Evans,” James says, leering.

“James, you wanker.” Remus seems to spend much of his time abusing them. “Take us to bleeding McDonald’s.”

“I’ve got your keys,” Black says. He writes shotgun in James’ very nice car (rich arsehole) and they keep up a steady, lazy banter the whole way there.

Lily is fascinated by their rhythm. She hasn’t had that kind of friendship in a long, long time.

“How does he ever pull?” she wonders in an undertone to Mary and the others. “Can he stop chatting Sirius up long enough to have a snog?”

“I’ve wondered for years,” Peter says surprisingly. He does say it very quietly though, for fear of incurring James’ wrath.

McDonald’s is quiet for the first time in the history of mankind, and Sirius and James finally stop their very interesting discussion to talk to everybody else. The conversation wanders to eye colours, which is actually Lily Evans’ least favourite topic of conversation ever.

She confesses that she really prefers hazel eyes. Or grey, she adds. Or really dark brown. (Safely covering her bases.) Green’s just too limpid, she says as they yell abuse at her.

They order masses of chicken nuggets and build an elaborate castle that they, after much brainstorming, christen Hogwarts.

“Stroke of bloody genius, Evans,” shouts James, leaning over the table to grin at her.

“It just came to me,” she says modestly.

Everything is very warm and friendly, so it makes perfect contextual sense when James flings a warm and friendly arm around her.

Mary MacDonald to Lily Evans: hazel eyes?

Mary: pucker up jimmy boy

Lily: I didn’t even notice his eye colour

Lily: u got something u want to tell me Mary?

Mary: not I

Lily Evans to James Potter: omg redheads really do need more ANAESTHESIA


Lily: I’m googling this shit while I’ve got an assignment tom help me Potter

James: FT me and I’ll talk to u while u do ur assignment

James: moral support

James: We’ll get u thru it tog

It is normal for your stomach to clench before video-chatting a good-looking (Lily has never denied that) boy.

The FaceTiming becomes a tradition,  and so does the stomach-clenching.

She visits the boys on Saturday night, just to hang out. James isn’t there, and they claim to have no idea where he is.

“We just thank God when he fucks off,” Sirius explains kindly. “Gift horse, mouth, all that,” Remus corroborates.

Sirius brings out some board games.

“That’s…that’s Snakes and Ladders,” Lily points out, her voice strangely choked. “You own a motorbike and a guitar…why do you have Snakes and Ladders?”

“That’s my guitar,” Remus says.  

“Mrs. Potter got them for us. She says they’re wholesome,” Sirius says disconsolately.

“Oh – James’ mom. Maybe he’s visiting her or something?”

“No – what, for the weekend? I always go with him.” Sirius’ tone is suddenly a little sharp. He always was a bit moody.

Peter is the only one of any use. “Maybe he’s gone to the dentist or something?”

“Yeah, maybe. Hopefully. Remember when he spread Nutella on broccoli?”

“You told him to. You said it was a pro tip.”  

“That’s because broccoli is fucking disgusting, Pete.”

“It’s probably the dentist,” he says. “He was wearing nice-ish clothes. You dress up for the dentist, don’t you?”

“Shut up, why don’t you, Pete? Everybody come and play this bloody board game,” Sirius interrupts, maybe because he thinks he saw her face fall, which it didn’t. Remus hovers his hand sympathetically over her back for a second, before offering some of James’ most expensive whisky.

She says yes most empathetically to that, and they proceed to have a very enjoyable night. So she can’t be that far gone.

Peter Pettigrew to Lily Evans: James wasn’t out on a date on Saturday

Peter: just to clarify

Peter: I mean idk where he was but not like on a date

Peter: James always tells us about birds

Peter: did that sound sleazy

Mary: what’s the deal w u and potter

Lily: there’s no deal

Mary: u guys flirt quite a bit

Lily: yeah I guess sometimes

Lily: but just u know friendly flirting

Lily: I’m going to go out w that guy from my chemistry class next week

Lily: the one w channing tatum shoulders

Mary: “channing tatum is vastly overrated”

Mary: just like

Mary: u get on really well w James

Mary: and I know u used to think he was pretty fit

Lily: and I used to think he was a dick

Mary: the dick part has changed hasn’t it

Mary: not to imply that he doesn’t have one

Lily: yeah he definitely seems not-dickish but who can tell w blokes

Lily: and anyway there’s just……too much groundwork

Lily: I used to have quite a big crush on him u know and it just feels like even though a lot has changed liking him is still charted waters

Lily: so if I like him it’ll just be too intense and go too fast…on my end. He’s a sweet and affectionate bloke but there’s a big possibility that he doesn’t see me in that way but even worse would be if he’s just be sweet and affectionate and superficially romantic while…I fall in love with him.

Lily:  Getting rejected by my high school crush?????? painful in a unique way

Lily: but if he dates me and I fall in love and he just … likes me as a girlfriend and a good snog… like if I’m not part of the inner circle of his life like Sirius is while he’s a huge part of mine – that would be even worse.

Mary: whoa whoa FALLING IN LOVE?

Lily: I don’t love him OBVIOUSLY

Lily: I just have this gut feeling that I could

Lily: like we really click and uni is so fucking big and I can always talk to him about anything stupid

Lily: so I could fall in love with him very quickly just because I want something permanent

Lily: and look at how Sirius is with him or even remus and peter they really kind of depend on him

Lily: james is really really really good at being people’s somebody’s permanent  

Lily: I don’t fancy him yet so I’m just not going to go there. We’re really good as just friends

Mary: I don’t know what to say

Mary: this seems intense and you’ve obviously thought about it a lot and you’re a smart girl

Mary: but isn’t it false reasoning to like shut something down because you think it could be too good? Like it’s okay if you like somebody a lot and if they make you feel safe or at home or whatever

Mary: that’s a good thing. And the fact that his friends really depend on him means he’s dependable

Lily: I could fall in love with him

Lily: and I know this after like barely a month of friendship

Mary: maybe you’re already a little in love? Is that possible  

Lily is typing…

Lily is typing…

Lily: I hope not

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Tinkerbell could only feel one emotion at a time because she was so small. But she felt things very, very strongly.

Remus Lupin to Lily Evans: James went to the eye doctors on Saturday

Remus: he’s a fucking idiot

Lily: ???????????

Lily: what’s going on

Lily Evans to James Potter: Why are ur eyes so red in ur snaps

Lily: ur okay right???

James: never better babe

James: bit of a flu

James: worried about me are u?

Lily: I thought u’d been crying

Lily: got excited for a second

James: sure u don’t want to nurse me back to health??

Lily: I do have a sexy nurse costume back from my rebellious phase

James: ur killing me Evans

They talk about her sister a lot. Especially when they’re both lying in their respective beds and FaceTiming during the quiet hours of their respective universities. It feels so private, and intimate, and she tells him.

He started it, really. He told her about Remus, and how he always underestimates himself. About how Sirius is all sharp edges but always ends up getting cut. About how Peter is really, really good at history.

About how he used to wake up in the middle of the night to check whether his mother was still breathing. “Miracle baby problems.”

So she told him too. How close she and Tuney had been, before they grew too big for their little bubble. How her sister started hating her for getting all the attention.

“Everybody always noticed me. I just talk more, and I liked doing well in school, and I just always take up so much space. I felt shitty when I realized – but by then she was already so angry. And there were some things I couldn’t change.

“Like, if anything she’s prettier – seriously, she is – and if people stopped to look closely they’d see. But they don’t look closely, because my hair is red, you know, and that’s unusual – and my eyes are very green. It’s so storybook. They would always just talk about that instead of her. People get distracted.”

James smiles and his voice drops an octave. “Yes,” he says, laughing through his teeth. “It is very distracting.”

And – it’s like clockwork now – her stomach clenches.

“Oh, hi, Sirius,” Lily says, distracted by how her own voice sounds on the phone. “All right there?”

“Do me a favour,” Sirius says drily. “Tell James you find glasses incredibly hot?”

She hears Remus laughing in the background and somebody loudly swearing.

Her stomach clenches automatically.

“Why’s James yelling?” she fights to keep her voice steady.

“Peter and Remus are sitting on him,” Sirius says maliciously. “They took him down in one really superb tackle.”  

“So much for his rugby prowess,” Lily says.

“Don’t kick a man when he’s down, Evans.”

Increased noise from the background.

“All right, all right, getting down to business. The thing is, Lil, this pillock is wearing contacts that he’s deathly allergic to because you said you liked hazel eyes. We need his eyes working for rugby games, and also because we suspect the Potters will stop paying for this apartment if they have to start paying for robot eyes…”

Her stomach is twisting itself into knots.

“Please tell James he’s beautiful just the way he is.”

And then there is roaring, and somebody shouting, “I’LL KILL YOU!” and the call is cut abruptly short.

Radio silence from James.

“Text him,” Mary urges.

And Lily thinks about pixellated hazel eyes, and miracle baby problems, and Sirius playing Snakes and Ladders to distract her. James telling her he’s looking forward to making memories with her. Mary telling her not to be scared of a good thing.

She tells him glasses make him look like a sexy librarian, and she misses him, and she wouldn’t say no if he wanted to ask her anything.  

He doesn’t reply. And he doesn’t reply. And he keeps not replying, till he shows up at her dorm in his rugby jacket and his sexy librarian glasses with a boombox that has been turned off (it’s the quiet hours) and the boys in tow (they had insisted).

“I wanted this to be special but I didn’t know how,” James says breathlessly. His glasses are sliding off his face.

Her stomach is full of butterflies.

“Go out with me, Evans,” he says, “go on. You see, I’m already half in love with you.”

They stop talking for a while after that. Wolf-whistling audience be damned.

for @pretentiouspredicament , this is inexcusably late and I can only offer “personal problems” as a pitiful excuse. I hope this is what you had in mind! Enjoy! 

Prompt: Lily’s about to meet James’ parents when she has a minor mental breakdown. 

“Did you know he was a miracle baby?” Lily Evans demanded, storming into the Gryffindor common room and coming to a stop in front of Sirius Black, who had been enjoying a nice nap on the couch.

Sirius blinked awake, bleary-eyed but still somehow annoyingly perfect-looking. “Huh?”

“Your boyfriend! I mean, technically, my boyfriend, but who are we kidding, you’re Sirius and James, he’ll always be your boyfriend.”

Sirius smirked. “We were each other’s first kiss. Let me set the scene: It was a beautiful starry night-”

“Merlin, Black, everyone at Hogwarts knows that story. I have a bloody point.”

“Really?” Sirius yawned pointedly. “‘Cause I haven’t heard one yet.”

“I know,” Lily snarled, grabbing a pillow and whacking him over the head with it with each word, “because you won’t! Fucking! Shut! Up!” She stopped to examine her handiwork and groaned. “Merlin, I messed up your perfect hair, how do you still look like a bloody underwear model?”

He nodded sagely. “Turns out it’s not so much the physical appearance as the raw sexual magnetism. Once I broke my nose at a bar and managed to hook up with the bartender while it was still bleeding.”

“The awful thing about that is it might not even be bullshit,” Lily whined, sitting down in a huff and leaning against him, throwing her head back against the couch.

Sirius grinned down at her. “Nah, total lie.”

She laughed a little. “Isn’t it, like, against Marauder Code or something to admit that?”

“You’re already on the verge of a breakdown,” he shrugged. “Didn’t wanna freak you out any more. Never say I don’t do anything for you, Evans.”

“Thanks, I’ll remember that next time you volunteer to show first years to their classes and then 'accidentally’ send them to walk in on me and James fooling around.”  

He grinned innocently, “I could’ve sworn Minnie said she was gonna be using that classroom that day.”

“Don’t bother. Peter told James you found us on the Marauders’ Map.”

“That snitch!” Sirius made to get out of his seat, but Lily snagged his arm and yanked him back down.

“Not so fast, bucko. I have a point. James is a miracle baby.”

“You said.”

Lily ignored him. “Which is, like, that’s great. Yay. Congrats, Mr and Mrs. Potter. But also, like, hi, hello, did he really need to tell me that?


“I mean I’m already nervous enough about this, I just can’t - I don’t -”

Ahh. Finally, Sirius had a clue where this was going. “Meeting the parents is stressful, Lily, sure, but you’re much more sane than me or James, I’m sure you’ll be fine-”

“Fine? FINE? I will not be FINE, Sirius Black.” She stood up in a huff, staring down at him wide-eyed and waving her arms to illustrate how not 'fine’ she would be. “Picture it, I walk into their house- no, not house, manor, Potter Manor, how could I fucking forget? And I say, Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Rich Pureblood Bazillionaire, I’m the girl who stomped on your miracle baby son’s heart for six years, but now that he got fit and aged into his trust fund I’m dating him, yay for me! Except not yay for you because in addition to seeming like a gold-digger I’m also a muggleborn and probably going to get your perfect wonderful very very fit and rich and pureblooded son killed by a Death Eater before he’s thirty and even if he somehow lives he’s never gonna be able to go into politics now like you probably want him to because he can’t have a muggleborn wife by his -”

“Did you just say wife? ”

“What? Huh? No! Wife? I don’t believe in wives! Marriage? Pah! Marriage is a societal construct built to keep women down, I mean, he gets to be Mr and keep his name but I’m Mrs. Potter? What’s with - oh, buggering fuck!” she cut herself off because Sirius had leapt to his feet, pointing down at her triumphantly.

“Merlin alive, you did! You didn’t just say it, you bloody well meant it, too!” Lily jumped up too, trying to silence him, but he danced just out of her reach, taunting. “You want to marry him and have two point five children and a white picket fence and - oh, fuck.”


Sirius smiled and shook his head, grabbing her shoulders as he did it. “Nothing. Nothing, Evans. You just - he’s gonna be so happy.” And then his smile dropped a little and he looked so very lost that Lily surged forward and wrapped him in her arms.

“I hope you don’t think you’re getting out of godfathering every single one of our 2.5 children, Sirius Black,” she said into his shoulder, and she couldn’t see his face, but she could feel him smile.

But he was Sirius Black, Dark and Mysterious and Without Human Emotion so he quickly disengaged and they both pretended that didn’t just happen. And then he said, “Right, well, first off, the correct term is not Bazillionaire, it’s Richie McRicherson.   Shit, Evans, you’re meeting the parents, can’t you at least pretend to have it together?” She giggled a little, albeit nervously, and he dropped the joking tone. “They’re gonna love you.”

“But what if they don’t?” she whispered.

“They will.”

“You don’t know-“

“Course I do.”

“How could you possibly-?”

“Simple science, Evans. They’ve got James’ DNA, and the kid hasn’t been able to stay away from you for seven years. They’re programmed to love you.”


“Listen. You want to marry Prongs now, right?

“I – well – yes, but-“

“Okay. He came home fourth year and told his mum he wanted to marry you. I’d heard it all before so I left to go fuck around outside. Came back half an hour later, the poor bastard was still talking about you. How you made a daisy chain for this first year that missed her family and you were the first person to sit at another House’s table for a meal since the war started and the time you told ol’ Sluggy you were glad you weren’t in Slytherin ‘cause you didn’t fancy having to cheer for three Chasers who couldn’t get the Quaffle through the hoop if it were bigger than Slug’s potbelly. He finally gets to the end and Mrs. Potter says, ‘well, I hope you get her, James. She sounds like about the only girl in the world who could ever set you straight.’”


Both looked at the ground until Sirius blurted, “I didn’t remember the stuff he said because I think it’s sweet or anything, I just heard it so much. Like, over and over and over again. It was annoying. I don’t think you guys are cute.”

“Okay.” Her lips twitched.

“I don’t! Really!”

“Okay. I believe you.” But she couldn’t keep her smile hidden.

“No, you don’t! But you should!” He poked her in the chest. “I’m Sirius Black! I’m hard and mean! I don’t care about romance at all-

“Of course you don’t.”

“How about you just agree never to speak of this to James?”

“Speak of what?” James’s sudden voice was husky in her ear. Lily sucked in a breath as her boyfriend’s warm hands slid around her waist and she leaned back into his chest.

“Oh, nothing!” she said airily, “Just that Sirius Black is a massive ponce who keeps a diary of everything nice we ever say about each other-“

“You fucking liar!”

“Oh, I knew that!” Lily could hear James’s shit-eating grin without looking. “Sometimes in the middle of the night he goes and looks out over the fields of Hogwarts, crooning the Hobgoblins’ love songs into the wind –“ James’ coughed pretentiously and shifted into a high falsetto  - “Put your waaaaaaaaand on me, baaaaaabaaaaaaaay! I just wanna feel your chaaaaaaaaaaaaarms.”

“Fucking bullshit, all of this!” Sirius yelled as Lily laughed so hard she bent over at the waist, bringing James down with her, even as he transitioned into the chorus.

Sirius leapt atop them both, nearly bringing the whole pile down, hitting James anywhere he could reach and demanding that he stop singing. When he’d had finally punched James hard enough to shut him up – “Ow, Sirius, leave me out of this, didn’t your mother ever teach you not to hit girls?” “Sorry Evans, but if you’re a casualty in this battle I’m not gonna cry myself to sleep at night.” “Oh, you wound me!” “Haven’t we just been over how much I don’t care?” – and clambered off them, grumbling, James turned Lily around in his arms and murmured, “Ready, love?”

“Yeah.” she said, thinking not about her blood status or his money or his genius potioneer father but about the boy in front of her who once convinced the Hogwarts centaurs to sing her Happy Birthday, and meaning it. “Yeah, I am.”


Teddy Lupin liked to wonder around school grounds when it was late at night. In his third year his godfather had given him a family heirloom that many of his peers would kill to get their hands on. Harry had made him swear he would never tell anyone because if Minerva McGonagall found out that Cloak was in her school again, she would have Harry’s head on a silver tray, served at the next Halloween feast. 

Teddy knew he had a tendency to get in trouble but he was very good at getting out of them, too. Now that he was a Prefect, he actually could wander around the castle late at night without being disrupted but he was bored. He had been everywhere in the castle, knew every way in and out, knew each hidden room thanks to Uncle George and his godfather, now he wanted to go outside and get a closer look at the Forbidden Forest, he had this feeling inside him for the past month that he had to go there. He wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest ever since Harry told him about how his father and his parents ran around the forest on full moons. He had been to Shrieking Shack in his fourth year after Harry told him how to get in there, there were claw marks everywhere and old piano and a broken bed but it was his father’s home during full moons  and Teddy went there when he missed his parents more than usual, especially on full moons when his headache came to a point he would feel like his head would explode.

It was a few days before the full moon and Teddy had patrol that night, he planned to sneak out of the school after his patrol was done and wander around the Forbidden Forest for a change. He had tucked the Invisibility Cloak under his robes as he walked the same route he always did. First around the Hufflepuff common room, then to the kitchens to have some chocolate, next Slytherin dungeons and then Gryffindor common room, finally Ravenclaw tower. 

After he looked around to see if there was anyone around or if there was any of the pictures awake Teddy pulled the Cloak around himself and vanished instantly, he realised he was getting a little bit too tall for the Cloak but he would rather crawl on the floor than give the Cloak back to Harry simply because he didn’t fit. 

Teddy loved Hogwarts during spring, the weather was a bit chilly at night but he didn’t mind, perks of being the son of a werewolf was that he was warm whatever he did. Teddy slowly walked by Hagrid’s hut which still had it’s lights on, he was probably still trying to contain the Nifflers that got loose earlier that day when a Gryffindor girl ignored Hagrid’s warnings and kept her necklace on.


Teddy turned around to see who was calling his name, it was a whimper but it was most definitely his name.


It was coming from the Forest so Teddy not so slowly walked into the darkness. There were small beacons of moonlight that found their way in through leaves but other than that it was pretty gloomy. 


It was clearer now, it was like it came from the ground. Teddy looked down and took the Cloak off as he reached for a stone that shined a little bit brighter than others. Teddy put the stone in his right hands palm in examined it, turned it around, checked from each perspective but couldn’t find anything peculiar about it, he turned the stone once more and the stone brightened before it started letting out something what looked like grey smoke.


Teddy knew that voice, he had heard it before when McGonagall showed him memories of his father in the Pensieve and he slowly lifted his gaze back up from the storm.


Remus Lupin was standing right in front of Teddy with a smile and right next to him stood a woman with pink hair who he knew was Nymphdora Tonks, what else could explain his blue hair.


“Wotcher, Teddy?” said his mother grinning widely, Teddy knew her from Harry’s memories and Mrs. Weasley’s long talks about her. She looked better then everything he had heard.

“I– How?” asked Teddy as he stared at his parents for the first time in his life.

“That stone you are holding is the Resurrection Stone, Harry had dropped it during the Battle of Hogwarts,” explained Remus as he stared at his son like he would disappear any moment. “I’m sure he told you about that.”

“Yes he did,” replied Teddy, thinking about how Harry told him what his dad said to him before Harry dropped the stone, he had made him tell that story maybe ten times and watched the memory countless times. “So you are real? I am not imagining you?”

“No, love, we are very real,” replied his mother as her hair turned a vivid blue, he ran his hand through his own blue hair and grinned at her.

“Thanks for this,” he said as he walked a little bit closer to them. “So, um, how are you?”

Teddy had so much he wanted to ask but he didn’t have the words for it and after he asked how they were he felt stupid, it was an unnecessary question to ask since they didn’t have much to do.

“Forget about how we are doing, you are a Prefect now!” chanted Tonks, her pride could be heard clearly. “And, you are a Hufflepuff!”

Teddy and Remus both laughed softly at her excitement, he could see that he got his dad’s smile and body but his mum’s everything else.

“Um, dad, I was torn between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff but the Sorting Hat–”

“What are you talking about? Hufflepuffs are amazing, they are smarter than most Gryffindors are for sure,” interrupted Remus a warm smile on his face and then he turned to Tonks. “I’m starting to think Andy puts something in the water.”

Both of them laughed and Teddy couldn’t help but feel like someone just stabbed him in the heart, this was what he had been missing his all life, this was what he would have had if they survived. Sure he loved the Potters and the Weasleys but this was his real family and he couldn’t help but want them back.

“What’s wrong, Teddy?” asked his mum pulling him from the trance he was in.

“What– I–?”

“You play with your rings, our rings, when you feel down,” explained Remus. Teddy did not see that coming, how did they know he wore their rings? “We have been watching you Teddy, we are here with you even though you can’t see us buddy, we are always here.”

Remus was pointing at Teddy’s heart, of course they were there but he wanted more, having them in their heart was one thing, talking to them and joking with them was another.

“It is not the same,” objected Teddy barely whispering, he could feel his eyes watering and his hair changing colour as they always did when he was sad. “It’s just not.”

“Teddy your hair–”

“Yeah it turns black when I’m sad, I have no idea why.”

But his mum was laughing uncontrollably and his dad was just staring at him in awe.

“What’s so funny?” babbled Teddy angrily, “Why is she laughing?”. Black wasn’t that weird or funny considering the hair colours he usually chose.

“It’s just that black hair and the Black genes you have, you reminded us of someone we know,” replied Remus still not tearing his eyes away.

“Someone we know?!” yelled Tonks in between her laughing. “Sirius is going to kill you once more for that.”

“What do you want me to tell him?”

“You look like Sirius Black, darling, Remus’ soul mate and first love,” stated his mum, without a trace of jealousy on her face.

“Harry’s godfather? Oh I kind of figured that out from all those memories Minnie showed me,” said Teddy nonchalantly, his father looked relieved. 

He never cared for what they did or what they were, Teddy always cared about the fact that they were his parents and they were perfect. He remembered how fondly Harry talked about Sirius and if his father never got over him, well that wasn’t really a problem because he didn’t have to, just like Teddy would never get over the absence of their parents. He could see that his father loved his mother, he knew that death was never expected and shit happened, he knew better than most. The fact that he loved Harry referring to him as his eldest didn’t mean that he forgot his actual parents, he would never do that.

This was what Teddy wanted, to talk to his parents about stupid stuff and laugh with them, ask for their advice every now and then. He didn’t understand how Harry left the stone here and didn’t keep it, just to talk to all the people he had lost. He was going to hold on to the stone, he didn’t have to be as brave as Harry was, he could talk to his parents every now and then when he needed to. As he was thinking this through Remus opened his mouth like he had read Teddy’s mind.

“Teddy, you need to promise me you’ll leave that stone here or give it to Minerva,” pointed out, he suddenly looked very serious.

“What’s so wrong if I want to talk to you every know and then?” protested Teddy. “All the other kids get their chances to talk with their parents, why not me?”

“Because it is dangerous Teddy,” said his mum with a worried voice. “You are a smart boy, you have heard about this stone before, you know the story. We may be real, you may now be talking to us but you can’t waste your time talking to the dead.”

“Don’t say that,” begged Teddy, the reminder was like a shot in the head. 

“We listen to you, when you want to talk to us, just because you can’t see us doesn’t mean that–”

“Yes it does,”  he interrupted his dad, feeling his anger rise in him. “Every damn full moon I shut everyone out and try to sleep through a head ache. I like my meat almost raw just like Uncle Bill does. My hair changes colours, my face becomes whatever I want it to be. Everyday bloody day is a reminder that I am your child without even meeting you.”

“Do you know what it feels like when Mrs. Weasley talks about you or McGonagall compares me to you? I can’t say anything because I don’t know you. Out of all the people in the world who got to meet you, only your son didn’t. People tell things, people know your shells. I don’t have Sirius, James or Lily to tell me about the real you, dad, without the bloody wall you put up against other people. Grandpa didn’t know you like they did, he tried and I am thankful but he is aware that all he has is you as a son and not as a Marauder. At least I know how mum was raised and have some of her in me but you, I need to get to know you.”

“Not like this Teddy, I’m sorry,” apologised Remus as he tilted his head to the side, he could see their resemblance each time he moved. The long limbs, the way they both wore their hearts on their sleeves only if they wanted to, he was so painfully Remus Lupin’s son that he hated it, he almost hated that he reminded everyone who his father was, how much it must hurt them, too. “You know why we did what we did, we wanted you to have the best future you can have, we never really meant for you to grow up without us and you should know that it hurts us as much as it hurts you.”

“You are not aware that we didn’t get to meet you either, love. When we want for you to give the Stone back, we are making a hard decision ourselves, too.”

“You really can’t control if I keep the Stone or not,” challenged Teddy.

“We can’t control if you keep it or not but we can control how we are and if it means that you’ll let the Stone go, that’s exactly what we will do,” said his mum, looking nothing like her usual cheerful self. Teddy never knew that she had it in her and he felt a little scared.

“I may give it to Minnie, I can’t promise anything.”

“Teddy!” scolded Remus. “Also, don’t call your Professor Minnie”

“Oh, so it’s alright when Sirius does and I can’t do it?” complained Teddy as he couldn’t help but laugh, he never had anyone tell him off for calling her that. “Next, you are going to tell me to stay out of trouble.”

“Why yes, I am,” said Remus as he furrowed his brows. “You really should be careful, I don’t know what Harry was thinking giving you that Cloak.”

You planned pranks for the Marauders and you tell me to stay away from trouble. Remus I-was-a-prefect-but-who-cares Lupin tells me to stay away from trouble. Mum, do something.”

Teddy hadn’t realised up until now that his mother was doubled over laughing at them and they just stared at her as she tried to catch her breath.

“Do whatever you want, love, don’t listen to him,” joked Tonks as she smiled widely.

“You really should go back to the castle buddy, Forest is never safe at this time,” said Remus warily.


“The longer we take to go away, the worse,” added his mum. 

“You are a strong boy Teddy, you can do this, go make us proud and don’t forget, we are always with you,” said Remus, his eyes stuck on Teddy’s face.

“We love you so much and don’t you ever forget that,” reminded his mum, he had never seen her cry before and he felt like he never felt anything more painful than seeing her like that.

“I love you, too,” whispered Teddy as he fought the tears trying to escape his eyes. He gave the stone a one last squeeze before he put it in his pocket. He slowly walked up to the castle and just as he made his way to the Hufflepuff common room, it was too late to pull the Cloak over him now.

“Mr. Lu–” 

McGonagall was staring at him like she had seen a ghost. 

“Where were you?” she demanded as calmly as she could but Teddy could swear her eyes were filled with tears.

“Um, in the forest,” said Teddy as he reached for the stone, deciding if he should give it to her or not. “I was talking to my parents, Professor”


Teddy held out the stone for Minerva to take, she took it immediately and examined it. The one thing his parents asked him to do, he just couldn’t say no.

“I’m sure you heard about it ma’am, the Resurrection Stone. My dad made me promise I would give it to you.”

“Have you seen yourself, Mr. Lupin?” asked McGonagall softly as she pushed Teddy to somewhere he could see himself.

His blue hair was gone now, he had visible locks of blondish hair and amber eyes that burned like fire, he looked so much like his dad, he thought he turned the Stone without realising.

“I know you miss them Mr. Lupin but I wish I could explain to you how much you are like them without even realising,” said McGonagall, she was smiling at Teddy with warm eyes. “Now off to bed and visit me tomorrow after your patrol Mr. Lupin, I have something to show you.”

Teddy nodded and went back to his dorm thinking about how the time will pass until it was 10 o’clock tomorrow.

Six Shots of Tequila

Prompt: “I’m your EMT and you keep telling me that I’m pretty when I’m concerned but you nearly DIED you idiot AU” mixed with a sprinkle of “You have a concussion so I told you we’re married and you have amnesia? Because I didn’t think you’d actually go along with it But you DID and now I don’t know what to do AU” READ ON FANFICTION

“Sirius hit me with a nunchuck.”

He was such a stubborn liar but she loved him either way.

“You jumped out the window onto the trampoline, Sirius told me.”

He was blinking interestedly at her through his glasses; probably waiting for her to say something other than the few profanities that she’d said while loading him into the truck. The thick black frames he wore were lopsided and partially covered in some of the blood that had dripped from the wound on his forehead. The EMS they were on bound for the Hospital bounced down the small English road. The truck sirens wailed overhead to warn passing vehicles to move to the side of the road. Up front, Lily’s partner Frank was updating the hospital on their arrival time.

“Are you mad?”

Lily was taking her patients blood pressure (it was elevated, go figure) and the man was looking at her like she was either his worst nightmare or best daydream. It was hard to tell what he was feeling since she was feeling so many emotions that night it was hard for her to process his too.

“Have you been drinking tonight?” Lily asked the man, James Potter, as she removed the cuff from his arm after deeming him alive (enough).

Lily knew the answer of course; she’d seen the shot glasses on the table in the living room. She could smell the drink on his breath. She hadn’t seen him this plastered in years, not since the night they’d met. James snickered when she stuck his arm for fluids and she longed for the moment when he was back to his righteous self and she could take the mickey out on him.

“Might’ve had a few shots of tequila.” He slurred, “Sirius brought us the good stuff from Nevada.”

“How many constitutes a few?”


“Holy Hell James.” Lily looked back up at his face, frowning, “Six shots of tequila?”

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R.Lupin: Badgers Taking Down Lions

Remus Lupin. Marauder’s Era. Sixth Year.

Summary: In which, Remus Lupin is infatuated by a bookish Hufflepuff.

Pairing: Remus Lupin and Hufflepuff!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2071

Remus Lupin has felt a lot of things in his sixteen years of life. He’s been a werewolf or, as he likes to call it, a monster before he could even write his name correctly. Remus had to grow up fast to deal with the complexity of his condition, and it often times left him feeling absolutely awful about who he was. About what he was.

Coming to Hogwarts, he had low expectations. He hoped to make maybe one friend that he could sit with during meals. Yet within his first year he was surrounded by three other Gryffindor boys that he learned would never leave him. He had something he’d never experienced before, unconditional acceptance.

Even with that new feeling surrounding his heart with warmth, he knew it was only from his friends. That was something he constantly had to remind himself of as he watched a certain girl in the library.

She was always there when he was. Either studying or picking out a new book from the endless shelves. Remus had gotten used to ignoring the textbook in front of him in order to watch the Hufflepuff girl go about her business.

Every day, she’d walk in at about 4:30. Remus figured it was just after her last class. She’d either set her bag down on a table by a large window or she’d set out to scavenge the shelves.

Remus loved watching her look for books. When reading their summaries her face would either fall into an uninterested frown or her eyebrows would shoot up and her eyes would grow wide. It was impossible to tell when she’d grab the book what expression her face would fall into, Remus learned.

One stormy Tuesday, Sirius joined him in the library. His long-haired friend was falling behind in History of Magic and needed Remus’s help. Remus begrudgingly sighed after agreeing to tutor Sirius. With Sirius there, it meant he would not be able to watch the book-loving Hufflepuff.

Remus learned another thing that afternoon. Nothing seemed to suppress his watching of the yellow-clad girl.

“What are you looking at?” Sirius cut him off from his thoughts.

The Hufflepuff had given a particular expression filled reaction to a book. Her face had gone through a rollercoaster of emotion. Eyebrows shooting up in the beginning, then falling hard and a pout appearing as she put the book back with an uneasy look.

“Or should I be asking, who are you looking at?” Sirius had a boyish grin of his face when Remus looked back at him.

Remus cleared his throat, feeling caught. He could feel his ears heating up as he spoke, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Sirius loudly laughed, making Remus shush him at the same time as Madam Pince. Sirius seemed unbothered by the reprimanding, continuing just as loudly. “You were watching that little Hufflepuff.”

Remus scoffed, feeling dumb for once. “No!”

“NO!” Sirius mocked in a high pitched voice that Remus figured was meant to mimic his. “Moony when did you get so bad at lying?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m not lying. Aren’t we supposed to be studying?” He attempted to change the subject back to the unfinished essay in front of Sirius, but Sirius was relentless.

“Is it because it’s a Hufflepuff? She turning you soft.” Sirius chuckled before pinching Remus’s cheek. “Our little Moony likes a girl. This is a big deal! You’ve never liked anyone before!”

Remus swatted his hand away and clamped his hand over Sirius’s mouth. “Sirius, Merlin be quieter please.” He begged

Sirius’s grey eyes flickered up to the girl by the shelves and seemed to understand Remus’s flustered responses entirely. Remus moved his hand slowly, waiting for Sirius to speak again.

Sirius let out a low whistle. “You really like her, Moony?”

Remus nodded shortly.

Sirius grinned and wholeheartedly patted Remus on the shoulder. “I have the perfect plan.”

Remus furrowed his brow. “What? No, Sirius. I don’t want you involved. I don’t even plan on taking it anywhere-”

“Oh please.” Sirius cut him off with a wave of his hand. “You don’t mean it. I know you Moony. Next month, when she’s holding hands with some Ravenclaw you’ll be all mysteriously heartbroken. You don’t let things go that easily.”

“Well, I’m letting this go.” Remus disagreed, pretending to busy himself by organizing the parchment spread around the table.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “No one wants a pouting Remus. Who can I copy the homework of if you’re too depressed to do it?”

“She won’t like me anyway,” Remus spoke too softly Sirius almost missed it. “Maybe in the beginning. But when she finds out about my condition she’ll run. I know it.”

Sirius sighed. There it was. “Moony, not everyone cares about that. We don’t. James, Peter and I. We’ve never judged you or left your side, nor will we ever. If she’s worth caring about than she won’t either.”

Remus over at you. You were now sitting at your table, reading a book with interested eyes. He didn’t even know your name. How could he know if she was ‘worth caring about’?

“I don’t know.” Remus shook his head, looking down now.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.” Sirius picked up his stuff, standing suddenly. “I’ll leave you to find out, Moony.”


“See you back in the common room, Moony,” Sirius called as he left the library.

Remus watched his friend disappear behind closed doors and then look over at her. She was reading intently and he didn’t want to bother her. He was looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed with relief. He had prefect rounds to take care of. He packed away his stuff and headed out of the library, stealing one more glance at her.

It was nearly the end of his nighttime duty. It had been a dull night, nothing really going amiss. That was until he heard soft footsteps. He stealthily walked over to the end of the hall, waiting to run straight into the person who was way past curfew.

The steps got closer and when the person ran headfirst into Remus, they let out a little yelp. Remus felt a little proud for catching someone, as Lily and he had made it a game to see how many people they could catch.

Yet, looking down his heart sank. Standing in front of him, eyes full of fear was none other than her. His favourite book loving Hufflepuff.

“I-I,” The girl gulped harshly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “I’m sorry that I’m out of bed. I got sidetracked at the library and didn’t see the time. I’m sorry.” She bowed her head to avoid eye contact with the significantly taller boy.

Remus didn’t know what to do or say. He’d never heard her voice before, but now that he had he was transfixed. Even as it shook while explaining herself, it was sweet and soft. It was so calming. Remus forced back the flustered feeling he felt creeping up his throat. “It’s very late.”

Way to sound like a prat, you prat. He thought angrily.

The girl gulped in response.

“I’m supposed to give you detention and send you to your common room,” Remus said, feeling his heart drop when you looked up at him with large sad eyes.

“Please, I won’t do it again. It was an accident.” She swore.

“What’s your name?” Remus asked, feeling like he was using his prefect authority incorrectly. He was supposed to be fair, not use it to get a pretty girl’s name.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” He repeated. “I won’t give you detention.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up the way they did when she looks at books. Remus felt his heart swell with pride.

“Really?” Y/N smiled. “Thank you. I promise you’ll never see me again.”

Remus hoped that wasn’t true. “I do have to escort you back to your common room though. Come on.” This wasn’t true, but Remus was desperate to remain around her.

They started walking away, towards the kitchens where the Hufflepuff entrance was.

“I’m a Hufflepuff, by the way.” Y/N said, her cheeks turning red after. “You probably already figured that out by the robes.”

“And by how nice you are.” Remus cringed, wanting to slap himself for being so cheesy.

Y/N flushed, “Oh.”

Complete prat. His mind told him critically.

“You know,” He began explaining himself. “In the situation, a Gryffindor would have told me to bugger off, a Ravenclaw would have offered to do my homework for a week and a Slytherin would have escaped when my back was turned. You’re a Hufflepuff, so you’re honest and good.”

“We are badgers though.” Y/N contradicted him, hoping this wouldn’t cause her to get a detention. “Badgers are tough. They do what they have to do to get what they want. We aren’t defenceless. I bet, if one left intimidated enough, we could take down a Gryffindor.” She proudly proclaimed.

Remus chuckled at the thought. “A badger versus a lion. I’d like to see that.”

“So you would like to see your butt get kicked. Interesting.” Y/N smirked, a proud look on her face.

“If it’s by you, 100%.” Remus teased, feeling a bit confident from the banter.

Y/N laughed and they stopped at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room. “Well, thanks for not giving me detention.”

‘No problem,” Remus shrugged. He didn’t want her to leave just yet, but having nothing more to say.

“Remus?” She asked, toying with her fingers. “Would you want to hang out sometime?”

Remus’s heart felt like it stopped. “Pardon?”

“I mean,” she took a deep breath, trying to keep her rapidly fading confidence intact. “I always see you staring at me.”

Remus wanted to die.

“And I heard you talking to Sirius today about liking me.”

But not before he killed Sirius.

“Anyways,” Y/N shut her eyes, forcing out a string of words, “I want to hang out with you. That is if you want to.”

Remus paused for a long moment, letting it all sink in. First, he wanted to die, then kill his best friend and now he was on cloud nine. He must have been too quiet for too long because Y/N was suddenly tapping in the Hufflepuff rhyme, her face red and a pout present.

“Wait, Y/N!” Remus grabbed her arm as the barrel lid to swung open, revealing the passageway.

Y/N shook her head. “It’s fine if you don’t want to Remus. I’ll just go. Thanks for letting me off the hook.” She tried to break free, but Remus just tightens his grip.

“I want to hang out with you, Y/N. Would love to, actually.” Remus softly said, looking her in the eye.

Y/N blinked at him, searching his eyes for any dishonesty. She must have found none because her eyes were full of light suddenly. “Good. I’ll see you in the library tomorrow then?”

Remus let go of her arm and nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll see you there.”

Y/N bit her lip, staring at Remus for a second before standing on her tiptoes and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. It was quite off centre, as Remus was a head taller and she could only reach the bottom half of his face; regardless, Remus’s face flooded with crimson and he stuttered a goodbye as Y/N skipped off into the passageway.

Remus, red-faced but with a blissful smile on his face, made his way back to his own common room. Up in the Marauder’s dormitory, Sirius and Peter were playing exploding snap while James, more than likely, wrote Lily another love letter.

“Oooh, Moony. You look like you’ve had a good night.” James teased as Remus walked in.

Remus fell back on his bed, feeling like a third year girl who just held hands for the first time.

Sirius, catching onto Remus’s blissed-out expression grinned widely. “He has James. You know how happy a Hufflepuff can make you.”

“A Hufflepuff, Moony? Looking for something easy, I suppose.” James joked, being one for house stereotypes.

Sirius and Peter laughed at James’s joke, but Remus just shook his head.

“Actually,” Remus declared, remembering her speech about badger pride. “They’re badgers. Badgers can be pretty dangerous when messed with. They aren’t all rainbows, they’re pretty feisty things.”

“You’d know Moony,” Sirius mockingly said, “It seems one just took down a lion.”


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Request: “Heyy i love your writings and i was hoping if you could do Sirius Black x reader, where she’s a total badass who smokes but really cute and smart, and once they’re at a party or sth and he follows her when she leaves to smoke and its really sarcastic but end up making out or smut idk thank you<3<3"

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k


Originally posted by novecientosonce

End of year parties always got a little too rowdy. The obnoxiously loud music was getting to you, the room cast in a haze as you made your way to the door. Your fingers fidgeted with pulling out a cigarette from your packet, clumsily grasping as it fell. A swift hand caught it before your mind could even register that it wasn’t between your fingers.

“These things kill you, you know.” Sirius noted, his deep smirk fading in and out of view as you swayed.

“The sooner the better.” You said, snatching it from his hand. “A shorter life means less encounters with you.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, opening the door for you, then dramatically presenting it to you. You shot him an annoyed look, as you let the cigarette hang from your lower lip. The freezing cold air greeted you, your body having been getting used to the heated house you’d been drinking in. But whenever you had alcohol, there was always this unexplainable craving to smoke something. Maybe it was because sometimes you needed to have an excuse to leave the party when you got overwhelmed by the amount of people you were around.

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anonymous asked:

do you know any abused!harry fics? i mean, fics where the order or his schoolmates find out how actuallh difficoult it is for him to deal with the abusive adults around him like the dursleys or umbridge or idk pretty much anyone

i also got this ask at the same time:

Harry James Potter fic rec? (Basically your favorites in character fics with the main focus being on Harry and how he deals with stuff?)

so here’s some of my fave harry fics - sorted into ones that deal with abuse in some form and others that don’t:


  • these cuts i have by melindaleo - post-war recovery, weasley bonding
  • realizations by wishweaver - post-GoF summer au (incomplete)
  • reading the signs by goldencompass - first year, temporarily mute!harry, snape adopts harry (one sequel)
  • the guiltless by kilara25 - sixth year au, snape as mentor/guardian (one sequel)
  • claustrophobia by celebony - post-OotP summer au, weasleys adopt harry
  • helping hand by putmoneyinthypurse - fifth year insert au, trio friendship
  • family night by celebony - sixth year au, snape adopts harry, emotionally abusive remus lupin for plot purposes
  • broken dreams by shadowarwen - post-OotP summer au, sirius returns
  • recnac transfaerso by celebony - fifth year au, eventual sirius adopts harry (two sequels + companion fics)
  • a hero by celebony - post-OotP summer au one-shot, dudley pov
  • in care of by fang’s fawn - post-OotP summer au, snape-as-eventual-rescuer
  • dead men don’t bleed - orphaned on ao3, post-GoF summer au, sirius adopts harry (three sequels/companion fics)
  • a year like none other by aspeninthesunlight - sixth year au, snape adopts harry (two sequels - third fic is incomplete)
  • it’s a hollow play by stagnight - fifth year au wip, suicide attempt/recovery 
  • strength in weakness by littleforest - sixth year au wip, snape as mentor
  • the mark of a hero by littleforest - post-OotP summer au wip
  • whore - orphaned on ao3, post-PS/SS au but spans the entire seven years, major focus on sexual themes/involves graphic assault (two sequels + companion fics)
  • sticks, stones and broken bones by littleforest - pre-Hogwarts au wip, weasley bonding
  • after dinner discussions by aeramus - fifth year insert au one-shot
  • defensive magic by jocelyn - post-OotP summer au one-shot

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Much Tweeting About Crushing

JILY CHALLENGE | @chierafied vs @tadasgay
 Social Media AU

in which James has a hopeless crush on his neighbor and tweets about it, which is fine. Until Evans follows him.

My belated submission for September’s @jilychallenge. You know you’re in too deep when you make a secondary Twitter account so you can get screenshots to include in your silly one shot… >_>

James blinked at the grey cat curled in the middle of his bed.

The cat stared back at him, seeming to dismiss him at the same time.

Feeling confused and just a little surreal, James did the only fathomable thing: fumbled for the smartphone tucked in the back pocket of his jeans and pulled it out.

The cat studiously ignored him as he snapped a picture, then clicked to share it on Twitter.

James’ fingers skimmed across the screen to furiously type a tweet.

The cat yawned.

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Just A Kiss

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: 3,741

Warnings: None

Summary: Practically everyone at Hogwarts has kissed someone at least once except for you and your friend Neville. Just being curious, you both wondered what was so great about it

A/N: Look I’m tired.

Originally posted by nevillelognbottom

“Oh my god! You didn’t! When?”

“Yesterday, at an empty hall while everyone else was at the dinner feast.”

“Was he good? At kissing I mean?”

“He was alright…”

You sat alone at one of the empty tables trying to study for potions. It was hard to focus with the little noises in the library, especially when two Hufflepuffs started whispering to each other about something behind a bookshelf that intrigued you. Kissing. Has everyone done it but me? Obviously, everyone in grades above had done it and not all the people in your year have kissed, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit excluded. “A bit sloppy…”

You couldn’t catch the rest of the conversation when Hermione came over taking the empty seat next to you. “Hello there Hermione.” you greeted, looking at your potions book. “Hello Y/N, studying for potions I see.”

“Yeah, my grades aren’t where I want them to be.” You said. You suppressed the urge to ask Hermione a question that might have turned this current conversation awkward but it tumbled out of your mouth before you knew what you were saying. “Hermione, you ever kissed anyone?” you asked suddenly causing Hermione to give you a bewildered look.

“As in, on the lips?” You nodded to her question. “Well, honestly no, I haven’t. I mean…it’d be nice, but…school is far more important than some rubbish kisses with a boy who can’t even take himself seriously… Why do you ask?” Her face formed a frown of confusion.

“Nothing, just wondering.” you responded looking back down at your book. “I was just curious is all.”

“Have you?” Hermione asked.

“No, I haven’t.” You responded honestly.

“Well, if you were able to kiss anyone you wanted who would you choose?” Hermione asked flipping through the pages of a book that was in front her trying to make herself not look too interested in this topic of conversation. You took this time to actually think who you would want to kiss. This question was basically a disguise to a “Who’s your crush?” question.

After going through all the boys that you know and the ones you seem to notice around the school, you thought up of no one that you prefer. A big blank just popped in your head. “Honestly, no one really, I’m just hoping that whoever I kiss is someone I actually like and not a complete dimwit or a jerk.”

“Fair enough.”

“And you?”

“W-what!? Me?!” Hermione’s the flesh on her face had brightened and her eyes wide. “N-nobody really comes to mind.” Sitting up straight with a proud look on her face she continued “I just focus on my studies, like I said, it’s rubbish.”



After the dinner feast in the great hall, you headed up to the Gryffindor common room, stuffed beyond belief like you are every night. There is so much food here in Hogwarts to satisfy your hunger, you can’t help yourself but try everything.

Changing out of your uniform and into more comfortable clothing, you head back down in the common room taking a seat in front of the fireplace. At first, you read some of your textbooks of the subjects that you were trying to understand more of,  (potions being no exception) but then your mind started to prance around in a field of thoughts, staring at the fireplace. What if I don’t ever get kissed? I mean, I’m not pretty enough for a boy to notice me, let alone kiss me. Soon students and some of your colleagues started to head up to their dormitories to bed asking when you’ll be up. “In a bit, I’m just trying to catch up on my classes.”

Still staring at the flames of the warm cozy fire, the painting leading into the room snapped you out of your trance turning your head to see who it is that just came in. A boy with chubby cheeks and front teeth that protruded from his mouth, still wearing his school uniform, walked in a tiresome manner, sighed in a troublesome sort of way. “Hello Neville, where’ve you been this whole time?”

Jumping from the sudden voice in, what he thought was the empty common room, Neville sighed once more in relief that it wasn’t someone here to hurt him like Sirius Black. “Oh, Y/N, hello, I didn’t see you there.” He walked to the empty seat next to you, falling into the comfortable cushions it had provided. “I was serving detention for Professor McGonagall for, you know, losing my list of passwords and for Ron almost getting killed by Sirius Black.”

“You are a bit forgetful Neville.” you chuckled out.

“This wouldn’t be a problem if that bloody painting didn’t change the password every week!” Neville defended making sure that that was made clear.

“Either way Neville, you still somehow forget the password even if it’s the same one for the past three months,” you smirked. Neville’s cheeks became flamed at this and looked down with a bit of shame. “’S all right Neville, don’t feel bad about it.” you said placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Right. Well what are you doing down here all by yourself?” he asked giving a layer of wetness on his lips.

“I was studying for my classes and then I guess my mind started to get a bit distracted from there.”

“What distracted you?” Neville joined you at looking at the fire.

“…kisses.” you said a little quieter than your previous volume looking down at your fiddling hands.

“Kisses? What on earth brought this on?” Only being thirteen, kisses were not something that ever crossed his mind. You explained to Neville about the Hufflepuffs and the conversation you had with Hermione hinting that she might like someone from the way she responded. “Hermione? Liking someone? I don’t believe it. I mean, it’s Hermione. And anyway what’s so great about kissing anyway?” Neville gave a scrunched up look on his face.

“I don’t know but people make it sound like it’s a big deal. I wouldn’t know, I never kissed anybody.” You said giving a shrug to show you didn’t really care.

“Honestly, I think it’s weird, spreading your germs and stuff, that’s one way to get sick.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, but I mean, the way the others talk about it it seems like it’s special you know?” You tilted your head to the side.

“Well I guess so…if it’s someone you like I assume. I even hear people say they feel electricity or see fireworks when they kiss…”

Feeling nervous as to what you were going to ask Neville, you looked down, messing about with your fingers, and said quietly in hope that Neville might not hear your request, “Do you think we can try it…” as quickly as you asked so did the blush on your cheeks.

Neville turned and looked at you, the second surprised face you’ve seen today. “Um…a-alright. I d-don’t mind.” It was impossible for Neville to hide the deep blush on his pale face.

You turned to him as he did the same. Blinking a few times, you and Neville both licked your lips feeling them completely dry at that instant. You both closed your eyes tight and quickly pecked at each other’s lips barely feeling them, afraid of the others reaction. “D-did we do it?” Neville asked.

“I think so, but that was the kind of kiss you would give your mum,” you answered.

“I-If you like, w-we could try it again.” Neville stuttered out.

“O-okay.” This time you both got closer to each other, trying to get comfortable. Still looking down, you saw Neville’s hand go on top of yours that was resting in the small space between you two. You looked up again catching a glimpse at his sweet bright eyes. Bringing your faces closer to each other, you stared at one another feeling each other’s warm breath on your lips. You lightly closed your eyes waiting for his plump red lips to touch yours. Once they did, you waited a moment to see if Neville would back out from this intimate moment, and when he didn’t you let pure instinct take over, moving your lips against his. Once Neville understood what was going on he moved his lips with yours being very sweet and gentle. Moving a little closer to him, you couldn’t help but feed the hunger of passion you desperately wanted.

Knowing that you were running out of air you pulled apart from each other slowly, your eyes fluttering open to see Neville’s are still closed. “Wow.” Neville let out.

You too were amazed at the results. You felt your lips swollen and all tingled. You actually felt the electricity so many people talked about and the urge of wanting more. “That was…pretty great…” you said quietly. A moment later after realizing what you both just done furious blushes spread on you third years cheeks. Nervous once again you stood up from your seat and said: “W-well, it’s getting l-late and I have a test first thing in the morning (lucky for you-you didn’t share every single class with Neville.) so good night.” You rushed to get to your dormitory.

Neville, with wide eyes (and a bit of sadness, which you didn’t catch.) looked at you and said: “Oh, good night Y/N.” Watching your figure leave, he sat there alone with the not-so-warm-fire, thinking over as to what he had done wrong.


From then on, you avoided Neville since that kiss two years ago, for reasons you yourself didn’t really know. You just couldn’t be around him, getting all nervous, you just couldn’t handle it. If you were walking to his direction, you turn right around to the opposite direction. If you two were alone in the same room, you’d find an excuse to leave. In all honesty, you felt you were being mean to him doing this but you couldn’t help it. Luckily for you, a new year of Hogwarts is about to begin. You loved this school full of enchantment and excitement, it gave you pride. Even though there were life-risking moments that made students be on the verge of death, you loved it. Unfortunately, someone did lose their life last year. You didn’t know him personally but you knew he was an all-around good guy. The pain his family must be suffering through is unimaginable.

You stumbled through the moving train, trying to find an empty compartment, or at least an open seat to sit in. You were so apprehensive the night before you didn’t get enough rest causing you to oversleep. With a stroke of luck, you made it just before the train was scheduled to leave. Your dreams came true when you found a completely empty one for you to spend the trip in. Entering the lucky compartment, you took one of your heavy luggages and raised it above you in order to place it in the carrier. “Here! Let me help you with that.” You heard behind you as you felt the weight of your luggage disappear from above you.

“Thank You…” you said as you turned to the face of whoever was kind enough to help you but once you saw who it was, your nerves suddenly took over and caused you to freeze in place. Once your fellow student finished up with putting away your bags, he turned and saw who it was that he had just helped. Instead of your hair up in its usual ponytail, it was resting beautifully on your shoulders, on top of your baby blue sweater. Your eyes were huge the last time he remembered looking at you, although Neville doesn’t realize that that was shocking that is causing your eyes to look so big.  The summer has treated you both well when it came to looks.

As for Neville, he had grown quite tall, much taller than you, his protruding teeth were no longer visible for anyone to see. His dark hair was neatly combed to the side and yet what remained the same was his nervous, dorky demeanor. Shaking away from the surprise, he attempts to get some words out of his mouth to form a sentence. “Y-Y/N! I-it’s nice to see you again!” he exclaimed as the surprised look was still on his face.

“N-Neville! Hello!” Why? Why are you like this? It was one stupid kiss that took place years ago, why weren’t you over it already? You only stood there, not knowing what to do. Snap out of it! You said to yourself. “Um, did you need someplace to sit?” you then asked Neville, making sure you didn’t stutter over your words once more. You took a seat across from where he was standing right next to the window. Still standing there with a dumbfounded look and the words just finally being processed in his brain, Neville finally responded to your question and took a seat right across from you. “U-uh, yes! I-uh, it’s a bit crowded here. The seats with Dean and the others were already filled.” He gave a nervous smile, trying to keep a conversation going.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last as long as he wanted since you only responded with “Yeah. My same situation.” You had no clue as to what else to say to him. You were nervous enough and didn’t want to make things even more awkward with an unimportant, mumbled up conversation, so you went on and drew your focus to what went by on the other side of the window which wasn’t much of anything except grey skies and nothing much else except for fog. Whatever happened to the nice clear skies that used to go by whenever you traveled to Hogwarts? You missed the beautiful views that the trip provided each time but it seems as each year went by, the weather went on to become more grim and it was starting to affect your mood.

It seems like it was affecting it quite well since you heard Neville speak up your name and asked you what was wrong. You turned to look at his concerned face. “W-What?” You felt your eyebrows furrowed and saw in the reflection of the window that you had a look of displeasure.

“You seem a bit…upset.”

“Oh! Uh, no it’s nothing. I’m fine really. I didn’t realize that I was making that face.”

“If you say so.” And then it went quiet again, your focus back outside of the window. The only thoughts that went through your head were the hope that things will be better at Hogwarts than what was going on the past. You hoped that nothing outrageous would go on and that it would just be a normal school year that would go by.

There was then a tap on your shoulder and turned to see that it was Neville, with a sweater full of sweets as one occupied his mouth and the other offering a piece of chocolate. Although you could’ve easily refused and go back to silence and go through your thoughts in a loop, you did feel like a good snack would be nice now that you suddenly have a craving for it, that and it would’ve been rude since he spent some of his sickles to share with you. You took the chocolate from his hand and offered the seat next to you since you know you would be eating a bit more.

The silence kept on, only hearing wrappers being ripped off, cardboard being unboxed, and the steady rhythm of the train running through the tracks. In all that silence, the both of you still didn’t know what to say to each other. You only ask yourselves as to why you had to make things difficult. Bringing up a topic of conversation should not be so difficult and yet it was. Within all that silence there came a sound and at first, you thought you imagined it but then it started up again. From there, Neville seemed to struggle in his seat. Your eyes turned to him when pieces of candy started falling from his lap and then standing up from his seat with his hands holding on to something that was emitting…ribbiting?

“Is that Trevor?” Neville looked down at the curious looking face you were making, He was a bit surprised you remembered Trevor at all. He thought that due to the long period of that happened between the both of you, you would have forgotten things about him. You two weren’t the bestest of friends but you were friends nonetheless and he missed you helping him find Trevor in the most inconvenient of places.

“Uh, it is. He’s being a pest at the moment so sorry about,” He looked down at what the commotion had caused. “The mess.” Neville suddenly jumped with Trevor almost out of his grasped. He clutched him near his chest as he hunched over from the surprise Trevor gave him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you. Neville always seems to find a way to make you or anyone laugh and not on purpose. “Still pesky as ever, huh?” you smiled as you went to pick up the pile of candy on the ground. Neville looked at you with a nervous smile. He honestly saw Trevor as a complete nuisance in his life ever since he first got him. If he could, he would give him away but he knew his grandmother wouldn’t let this happen. He also knew that she wouldn’t let him get another if he actually did lose Trevor so obviously he tried to keep him from escaping his care. For once, Trevor showed to be useful by starting off a topic of conversation that hasn’t silenced you just yet.

“Of course. What else is new?” He responded, trying to keep you talking.

“Well, for one, how incredibly tall you’ve gotten.” Neville chuckled at this.

“I know. Everyone seemed to notice.” he sat back down next to you, still holding Trevor in between his hands.

“Can I hold him?” You asked. It’s been a long while since you last seen Trevor and although he wasn’t the best companion, you couldn’t deny petting, or in this case, holding animals.

“Sure,” Neville said with a smile on his face. He was happy with this whole interaction and in the moment, anything you wanted, he would give you. He turned to you holding onto Trevor with both hands to make sure he didn’t hope his way out to freedom. You slowly reached for Trevor. Once in your hands, you observed the toad in your hands, calm and easy. Rubbing your thumb on his back, he croaked resting easy as a way to show approval. You smiled at the toad being kind to you, unlike Neville.

“I miss this little troublemaker.” You said. Neville only looked at you with a small, sweet smile, happy that you two were finally interacting and yet there was still a burning question in his mind that he was afraid to ask due to the idea that you might stop talking to him once more. He couldn’t help it. He just had to know or else it’ll forever stress him of never receiving an answer that he could’ve easily obtained.

“Why did you stop talking to me Y/N? I mean, I know we’re not the bestests of  friends in the world but we were friends and I never saw you anymore.” Turning your head to Neville, you saw the nervous boy look down at his lap, not really knowing what to do with himself at the moment. You felt bad. Terrible actually. This poor boy, who enjoyed your company and was left alone probably felt that this whole thing was his fault. You made him feel that way because of your stupidity because you made a big out of something that didn’t need to be blown out of proportion. “Am I that bad?”

“No! Of course not! If anything, this whole thing is honestly all on me.” Look what I’ve done. “Look, Neville…” The one thing that you have been trying to avoid and it comes back full circle. It’s best to get everything out now than to hold it off and make things worse or at least unresolved, you thought. You were quiet for a moment, thinking through as to how you would explain your reason without making yourself sound like a fool, but in the end, there was no way to not make yourself sound like an airheaded ditz.

“When we kissed…I got embarrassed. I was the one who made you kiss me and I thought that it would be weird between us after that. I guess I’m the one who made it that way.” you chuckled at that end bit. “I don’t know, I guess I liked you too much that I was afraid of looking like an idiot in front of you or something.” Looking down at Trevor for comfort, you didn’t want Neville to see your heated up face and push yourself further in self-loathing.

“You liked me?”

“I suppose. I mean, I never had thoughts about you or anyone in that way and then after that night I suppose I grown a crush on you and didn’t know what to do.” Trevor continued to croak, surprised that he didn’t try to break himself free from you at this moment. You raised your head to look at a red-faced Neville. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you in that way.” You whispered looking back down at Trevor while thinking about what to do with yourself in this situation.

There was then confusion and a look of shock on your face when you realized what had happened. The lips that were once on your lips suddenly touched your cheek. Even redder than before, Neville said something that felt a wave of relief from. “Don’t beat yourself up too much about it. I understand, I was just afraid that you didn’t like me anymore or that I did such a horrendous job at kissing you.”

A smile rose from your face as you felt the weight come right off you. He is just too kind. “Neville, thank you. Really, you’re an absolute sweetheart.” That was your turn to give Neville a kiss on the cheek which he did not expect.

“Anytime Y/N.”

Black & White - (Young)Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: sooo.. somehow this happened! :D thanks to EVERYONE who helped me with this idea! hope you guys like it 

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Black & White



“No! Are you insane? He is just a child!”

“He is not much older than when I started flying!” Sirius fought back.

“I don’t care! He is not going anywhere near that broom!”

“Love, you’re being unreasonable-“

“I’m being unreasonable? You’re the one that wants to put a six-year-old on a flaying broom!”

“He’s gonna be a natural! His father was a natural!”

“This isn’t about James, Sirius!”

“He would’ve loved to see Harry up in a broom by now!”

“And you think Lily would’ve allowed that?”

A six-year-old Harry Potter sat on the step of the front porch from his house, his elbows resting on his knees and his head resting on his hands, listening to his guardians arguing… again.

“Uncle Moony” he said with his face lighting up a little.

“Hey, Harry” Remus Lupin said walking over to the boy from the house next door. “What’s the matter?”

“They’re fighting again” he said gloomily. Remus let out a small chuckle.

“What is it this time?”

“Uncle Padfoot bought a broom for me but aunt (Y/N) won’t let me fly it” he explained pouting.

“Oh” he said sitting down next to the boy. “Well, that can’t be good, can it?”

“Have they always fought this way?” Harry asked curiously.

“Oh, yes” Remus said letting out a louder laugh. “They’ve always been this way.”

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Reverie, Part 10

Sirius jumped away from Remus, looking like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

You walked away from the wall where you were leaning, went into the kitchen and got a box tied with string. You went over and kissed Remus on the cheek. “Thank you, my friend. I hope you enjoy the torte,” you said with a smile.

“Don’t kill him.”

“I might not,” you said, seeing Sirius flinch from the corner of your eye.

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Request: hey! can you please do a sirius x reader where the reader is a sassy gryffindor who wears all black and listens to rock bands. one day sirius notices her when he says smth loudly in common room and she just roasts him. and he’s like ‘i’ve got to get her’ but she’s too smart for that and wont agree to go out with him. in the end they bond over the same musoc taste. thanks 🖤✨ xx

Requested By: Anonymous 

 Warnings: Language 

 Word Count: 900+ 

 Pairing: Gryffindor!Reader x Sirius 

 A/N: Hi all, tomorrow is my last work shift of the week so I’m gonna try and get some more requests out tomorrow night and the following day. Hope you all enjoy! 

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One less secret

It was Saturday. Remus was reading a book in the living room when the house became too quiet. Harry had just gotten a new broom for his eighth birthday, one of normal size, and he should be doing all sorts of damage in the house, but for some reason everything was very quiet. Sirius was in the garage, fixing something on the motorbike as he listened to a record from one of his favorite bands loudly, but there was no sign of the little marauder and Remus was starting to get restless when he heard the crash of something falling on the ground.

Dropping the book on the couch, he ran to the room he shared with Sirius and sighed relieved to see that Harry was fine. The noise came from a box that was on top of the cabinet and probably fell when the boy hit it with his broom, scattering various papers across the floor. Now the little one was sitting on the floor, with the papers around him, and he seemed very focused on something. Remus was approaching in silence, with the intention of catching Harry by surprise, but was surprised was him to see what the boy had in his hand. He held a piece of parchment, old and yellowed by time, where Remus recognized his own handwriting, somewhat blurred by the haste with which he wrote the words. Around him on the floor, there were several drawings that Sirius made at the same time when they were in school, but Remus couldn’t take his eyes off the list that Harry read so intently, for seeing it after so many years and remembering that it existed brought back a flood of memories of an era where everything was simpler.

That list contained the reasons that kept him from being happy, from giving in to what he felt for Sirius when he discovered what that horribly good feeling was. It was a list of reasons not to love Sirius, and the reasons were mostly because he was a monster, he wansn’t supposed to feel such a warming and amazingly good feeling like love. He wasn’t supposed to love such a sweet, gentle creature like that, he wouldn’t know how to hold him without hurting him, he wasn’t made to love tender and to be gentle, he had a monster inside that only knew violence and darkness, and Sirius didn’t deserve this. Sirius didn’t deserve to love a monster.
Remus wrote that list in a moment of disturbance and despair, but mostly fear. He feared that if he hurt Sirius it might kill him, and he couldn’t bare to think that. He feared that if he gave in to that feeling once he wouldn’t be capable of controlling himself, because even the monster inside him liked the idea of having his best friend all for himself. He feared because that feeling was crushing his heart, was preventing him from breathing, killing him inside out, and he liked that. He feared because Sirius was so freaking beautiful and mostly because he wasn’t afraid of Remus at all.
And at that moment, while looking at Harry sitting on the floor reading that piece of parchment, Remus feared again, because written in the end of the list with large letters, the words “You’re a werewolf” stood out from the others, seeming to mock him, and it was precisely these words that Harry was staring at with such concentration. In an impulse, Remus quickly plucked the parchment from Harry’s hands, and he looked at the foster-father with wide-eyed green eyes, as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.
“You shouldn’t be messing with this.” Remus said with a touch of panic in his voice. Harry shrugged, knowing he had done it, but he couldn’t contain his curiosity, so he asked in a sweet, innocent voice:
“Is that why you have your night out?”
Remus stood still. He couldn’t even breathe. He was afraid, trembling with fear that Harry would be terrified when he found out. For seven years that fear had consumed him every day.
“Moony, what’s this?” Harry stood up. “You didn’t want to be with me and Pads?”
Lupin was not ready for these questions. He opened his mouth to answer, but the words just wouldn’t come out. They clutched at his throat, a mixture of fear and panic, stopping him from speaking. Harry knows, he knows now that I am a monster, and suddenly all his old fears had surfaced, cluttering his thoughts, and just as he thought he’d fall apart, Remus felt small arms wrap around his waist.
He blinked in confusion, realizing that his eyes were stinging with tears in fear. When did he start crying? When was the last time he cried out of fear?
He looked down and found Harry hugging him, and in a slightly choked voice Harry said,
“Don’t cry Moony, I promise I won’t mess with your stuff again, but don’t cry, please. I’m sorry!”
A wave of tenderness made Remus recoil and he took a deep breath and bent down, reaching Harry and hugging him, holding him tightly in his arms, as if he were afraid he might run away. For seven years he was running away from that moment.
"When I was little, a bad man hurt me.” He explained, speaking quietly, still holding Harry in his arms. "He did something to me.” He stopped talking for a moment and felt Harry’s arms tightening in his embrace as an incentive for him to continue. "Do you know what a werewolf is, Harry?”
Remus felt when the little boy agreed.
“That’s what the bad man did to me. He bit me and made me a werewolf.” Lupin pulled back a little, looking the boy in the eyes. “That’s why I got my night out. So I can transform myself without hurting you or Pads.”
For a moment, Remus stared at Harry’s childish face, tense and frightened, wishing it wouldn’t make him afraid of him. The man closed his eyes and felt Harry’s small hands wiping his wet cheeks. When he opened his eyes again, Harry stared at him gravely, and asked in a worried way.
“Does it hurt?”
Remus blinked, confused.
"When you transform?”
“It hurts more to think I might hurt you.” Remus admitted in a hoarse whisper.
Harry was still serious.
“You’re Moony.” He said without removing his hands from his face. "You take care of me when I get sick and tell me stories. You make Pads laugh when he’s sad and make the best chocolate cake in the world, and also lecture us, but only when we behave badly, but you never hurt” and saying that, the boy came over and gave Remus a soft kiss. "It won’t hurt anymore. I love you, Moony.”
Harry smiled and Remus literally felt as if the weight of the whole world had been lifted off his shoulders. Harry wasn’t afraid of him. The feeling of happiness in his chest was similar to what he felt the day the Marauders discovered his secret, and yet they stayed by his side. Unable to contain, Remus hugged the boy tightly again, unable to believe that all that love and all that tenderness came from such a young child, and that made him feel so happy, warm and loved inside. Remus felt at that moment that he was a father – a real father.

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Impress Me (Or At Least Try)

Prompt: Could you do a James Potter (Marauder Era) during a quidditch match trying to show off and do cute stuff to catch the eye pf an an intense gryffindor quidditch lover in that stands and having the school and commentator egg them on?

A/N: Hope this is okay!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: None. Just good old fashioned Gryffindor teasing.

Y/H/C = Your hair colour


The whole stand were on their feet. Roaring lions stomping and clapping their hands while the snakes hissed back. You were joining in the whooping and cheers, thoroughly enjoying the game. Well, as much as you could. You always got nervous watching James swoop recklessly here there and everywhere whenever he caught sight of the Golden Snitch. 

You searched the sky and your eyes landed on James. He looked at you and just as your eyes met, the snitch flitted about in front of him; taunting him. He smirked and almost immediately he zoomed forward. He suddenly nose dived through the air and everyone gasped. You balled your fists and brought them to your mouth to stop you from shouting. One day that boy was going to seriously hurt himself and then you’d get to say ‘I told you so.’ However for now, James flew upwards and weaved through the other players before coming to a hault. He had lost the snitch but he had put on a damn good show. You watched him smile to himself before looking over at you. You glared at him and shook your head but this made him smile more. He could tell it was just relief that he hadn’t died yet. Actually, there was something about the concern you had for him that made him want to do these stunts more. There was no denying. It was rather impressive but James Potter did not need and ego boost. He could do with coming down a notch. 

Once again, James flew off and this time a bludger was headed straight for him. He didn’t look too worried and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he put himself in it’s path on purpose. 

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Protective [Remus Lupin x Reader]

Requested: yes

Request: Hiii! If your requests are open, could you please write something when the reader is James’ best girl friend bc they’ve known each other since they were little and the reader is like a year younger (preferably a hufflepuff) and he’s very protective over her and he finds out Remus likes her and Remus is scared he’s gonna be mad bc be always glares at any boy who comes near you, James is actually really happy and is trying to help Moony ask the reader out? Thank you x (lots of fluff!)

Warnings: none

A/N: I modified the request a tiny bit by making the reader the same age as the marauders. Thank you nonnie for the request. Hope you enjoy!

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               “Hey (Y/N),” a guy, Arthur you thought he was called, came up to the (Y/H) table, “I was wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he asked you nervously.

You were about to answer when an annoying childhood friend named James Potter showed up next to you, glaring at the poor kid, “Hello Mr. Whatever, may I ask what you are doing beside my deer friend (Y/N)?” The boy, knowing James for his defensive attitude towards any one of (Y/N)’s ‘suitors’, was shaking in fear of being publicly humiliated.

“I-I was asking her out to Hogsmeade.” He said, you had to admit that this kid had balls to reply to the James Potter. Suddenly, James burst out into laughter and Arthur was laughing nervously beside him, forcing a smile and not understanding what was happening.

“Dude, I gotta admit that you’re funny but, before this gets worse… Scam!” Arthur ran away, all courage disappeared. Proud, James sat down beside you and popped a bit of food from your plate into his mouth.

You looked at him disapprovingly, “Prongs, we talked about this! No more scaring guys away from me. I’m not four years old anymore! You’ve got to stop protecting me because I don’t need protecting.” You exclaimed

“My dear, innocent, (Y/N) do you not understand that I have been your friend since we were tiny little munchkins, and now you are a beautiful girl who attracts many guys, which as your big brother, I have to ward away from you.” He said

You rolled your eyes, “This is ridiculous James, I can ward off guys I don’t like by myself and I’ll call you if I need any help, which I won’t. Also, in no way are you my big brother!”

“Firstly, this is not ridiculous and I will not stop. Secondly, who is going to protect you then, your owl? No way, it’s gonna be me, your soul brother.” He claimed

“Soul brother? Seriously? What the hell is that?” you said, tired of his protectiveness. He opened his mouth to answer but you put your hand up, asking him not to talk, “You know what Prongs? I love you but I’m too tired to put up with your brotherly-ness. I’m going to my dorm. And don’t follow me.” You said walking away.

James was walking up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories when he heard voices coming from his room. He decided that he would eavesdrop instead of just entering the room to hear some juicy secrets.

“Padfoot, you know I’m in love with her but what am I going to do about Prongs? He’s going to kill me if he finds out I like (Y/N). But, I can’t help being in love with her. When she laughs or even looks at me I feel like a thousand butterflies are fluttering in my stomach and I-” he was interrupted by Sirius.

“Let me stop you right there,” he said, “Enough with the sappy, lovey-dovey stuff because I do not want to hear about that Moony. And you won’t be able to keep it a secret forever, I mean Prongs is bound to find out.”

“Yeah b-but I mean maybe when he warms up to me as not a friend but his childhood friend’s boyfriend?” he asked hopefully

“One, that was too confusing with all the ‘friends’. Two, it’s too late because he already knows,” Remus’s eyes widened, “Prongsie, come out from behind the door!” Sirius yelled.

At that sound, James opened the door and was face-to-face with a smirking Sirius and a cringing Remus. When he saw Remus, James burst out laughing, the two other marauders didn’t understand what was happening and shared confused looks.

“Moony, I give you my approval to date my little (Y/N).” he said after calming down.

Remus sat there, shocked that his friend would say that, “Really?” he asked.

“Absolutely!” he exclaimed, “Remus John Lupin you are a caring dude who hangs out with the best people,” he high-fived Sirius, “and folds his socks. If I let anyone be with (Y/N), it would definitely be you.”

“Thanks, I guess?” he said.

“You’re most welcome. And, might I add that I will help you in your quest to win her heart.” And thus, started the boys plan to get you to go out with Moony

               You were heading to your friends at the (Y/H) table when a waving hand caught your attention, James. Once your eyes met his, he beckoned you to sit with him and the rest of the gang. After sitting down, you noticed that all the boys had giddy smiles on their faces.

“What is it guys, what are you up to?” you asked suspicious

“Do you have a date to Hogsmeade this weekend?” James asked you, a mischievous shimmer in his eyes.

“No, you scared them all away.” You replied

“Great!” Sirius exclaimed, “we’d like to set you up on a date this weekend!”

“Sure!” you said sarcastically, “this is totally not a prank.”

“We swear it isn’t (Y/N)!” Peter shrieked

“And how do I know that?” you questioned

“If it is in fact a prank, you can cut my hair.” Sirius told you

“Your hair!” you repeated shocked that Sirius would give up his favorite thing in the world, “You’ve got yourself a deal then.” You said and shook hands with Sirius.

~Time skip to Hogsmeade, Date Day~

               You stood waiting at The Leaky Cauldron waiting for your date to arrive. Then, out of nowhere a shadow appeared.

“Hey (Y/N),” the voice said, it sounded like Remus, “are you ready for our date?”

“Absolutely Moony, but if I knew that I was going on a date with you I wouldn’t have bargained Sirius’ hair. I would’ve gone easily.”

“Seriously?” he asked

“Remusly.” I joked, “I’ve had a crush on you since fourth year.”

“I’ve been completely in love with you since third year.” He said taking a step towards you

“I never thought that James would set me up with the guy of my dreams.” You said, stepping closer to Remus until your lips were barely brushing against each other.

You glanced at his lips and he glanced at yours, “I was going to do this later in the date if it went well but,” Remus said, every time his lips moved created contact between your lips and you relished these milliseconds. “I think I should do it now.” He continued before setting your lips ablaze by kissing you.

Your lips melted together, your tongues battled for dominance. His hands were cupping your cheeks gently and your arms were wrapped around his neck. You made out passionately before breaking apart to breathe. Both of you smiled.

“Well (Y/N), as much as I loved that, I think we should get on with our date, don’t you think?” he said, taking your hand in his.

“Of course.” you replied, shivering as the breeze hit you. Remus caught you shivering and shook off his jacket to give it to you. Putting it on your shoulders, he used it as an opportunity to place a small peck on your forehead. Little did you know that these forehead kisses would be around for a long time.


Wolfstar for “You’re too young to hate the world”

requested by @mrncwton

Pairing: Remus/Sirius

Word count: 2241

Warnings: Angst, a bit of kissing (idk if kissing needs a warning, but better safe than sorry), slight canon divergence* 

* The incident with Sirius trying to get Snape to enter the Whomping Willow is said to have found place early into their Hogwarts years. In this fic, it happens during their sixth year, sometime right before ¾ marauders become animagi, which I also moved forth a year. Sorry about this to those who prefer things to stick to canon 100%.

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