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Messrs Prongs, Wormtail, Padfoot and Moony  🎶

Cuddly

Request: Hey, love! Can you do 7,1 and 5 for the fluffy prompts, please? I just really need Remus cuddles right now.

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!


You and your, not sure if you could say boyfriend, Remus Lupin, were very much an awkward teenage couple, the kind who wasn’t sure whether to hold hands or not, or whether to do couple-y things. Despite being 6th years, and knowing each other for about 10 years, the two of you were the definition of a middle-school couple, not even having your actual first kiss yet, and being embarrassed to peck each other on the cheek (even though you had done that for years) and to hold hands.

It was really awkward transitioning from best friends to potential significant others, the first few innocent dates you had gone on were tense, and you two sat as far away as you could from each other without it being too awkward. It was as if the two of you were 11-year-olds again, who had finally had their first crush; blushing and running away whenever anything had to do with them. 

It had finally gotten less awkward, and almost reverted back to your friendship (you guys were very lovey-dovey best friends, almost acting like a couple already), except this time the two of your feelings were open, instead of lingering in the air. However, everything had a different feel, as if somehow this were a dream. It was as if you were weightless, the two of you hardly being seen without smiles on your faces. 

And so, as all new couples you found yourself cuddling into each other, just enjoying the others company and the lack of excitement in the castle. It was an Autumn Saturday, and the two of you had opted to stay inside, to avoid the chilliness, the warning of the fastcoming winter. 

You had made the mistake of taking off your fuzzy socks, and now your toes were freezing, as you were laying down on Remus’ arm, resting your hand on his rising and falling chest. The covers seemed to be doing nothing, as the two of you were still very cold, and it was hard for you to join Remus in slumber if you were cold.

“I’m cold. Come closer.” Remus whined sleepily, as he brought you closer to him, his eyes still closed. You snuggled into his chest, enjoying the heat radiating from him, as you intertwined your legs, his pant legs riding up, your toes coming in contact with his bare leg. He hissed, as his eyes shot open, looking at you with a pout. “You’re feet ‘re cold.” He grumbled sleepily, upset at having been woken up.

You giggled at his face, finding him adorable, before you kissed his nose. “ ‘M sorry, Love. My feet are always cold.”

He pouted a bit more, pulling you closer to him, swinging his leg over yours, his lanky body, clinging onto yours. “They shouldn’t be ice cubes, Love.” He murmured, burying his nose into the top of your head, kissing you lightly on the crown of your head.

You snuggled your face into his chest, taking in his scent of cinnamon, chocolate, sweaters and books. You squeezed your eyes shut, a happy sigh escaping your lips as you snuggled into the warmth he was emitting.   “You’re really soft.” You say, your voice soft spoken, looking up at him, a smile on your face, as the corners of his lips curled up.

The two of you laid there for hours, not talking, just enjoying being so close to the other. You would speak occasionally, but mostly you were cuddling up to each other, trying to stay warm, as the brisk Autumn air entered the room from the cracked open window.

You two were talking when you both looked at the clock and realized that dinner was happening, and you guys wouldn’t have much time to go down to eat. Groaning, you cuddled into Remus’ side, trying to hide your face as you tried to melt into a puddle.

Remus was staring at your actions, a small loving smile on his lips, as he shook you gently, trying to get you to move. “If we don’t leave now, Love, we won’t have dinner.”

“I don’t wanna get up,” You whined, hiding your face even more, “You’re comfy.” 

He laughed a bit at your reluctance to leave, before placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Okay, Love. We’ll stay.”

But you hadn’t heard him, because you had dozed off, little snores coming out of you, making Remus smile, as he placed a kiss on your head. “I love you.” He whispered, before dozing off himself. Little did he know, you had heard him and felt the same way about him. 

You can change back now, y’know…

Drew the marauders hanging out after a full moon for a trade with  gaddingwithghouls :) 

tried out some different texture/coloring techniques and really enjoyed how it came out!! Might work more on balancing it into my usual art style so it isn’t such a shift/feels more like ME,  though. 

also if anyone else wants to do HP fanart trades I’m totally up for it

It’s Lily Evans’ birthday today and so I decided to add on to my previously posted headcanons about her in honor of that so here we go

  • She always had some kind of plant life in her hair? not on purpose and not ironically, her hair was just so thick and long it would pick things up if she went under a tree or laid on the ground and she wouldn’t know it. In fall she’d have leaves, winter twigs, spring flowers, summer grass. One time she and the Marauders went to the sea and she got seaweed stuck in it and Peter had to sit for a half hour taking it out while she threw sand at Sirius. 
  • Had a lot of old jewelry she’d inherited from her grandmother and wore it a lot, especially the really heavy old silver rings that family legend said the fairies gave to her great great grandfather when he did them a favor
  • The rings came in handy once when she was off school grounds with James and some Death Eater tried to attack her (she punched them in the face and broke their nose and two teeth. James had never been so proud)
  • Would always lay in the middle of the couch so she could put her feet in one persons lap and her head in the others
  • Taught little Gryffindors how to count in between the lightning and thunder so they could tell how far away the storm was
  • Was the only one Remus would share his chocolate with because one time he refused to and she cursed the rest of the boys with period cramps for the rest of the day
  • (Sirius ended up on the Common Room floor crying, Peter gorged himself in the kitchens, James had to cancel Quidditch practice, and they all threatened Remus on the pain of death until he gave in and Lily reversed the charm)
  • Had a tendency of dancing in the rain and then getting sick and laying about moaning the next day
  • Was known throughout Hogwarts as the one you went to if you needed help staging a protest
  • or any kind of help, really, because if Lily Evans should be known as anything, she should be known as the little girl who wanted to save the world and grow old and happy with her husband and son, but only got to achieve one of those goals
A Bloody Hell

Request: None, I’m on my period and need Remus snuggles. 

Warnings: None, unless talking about periods grosses you out….which it shouldn’t because it’s a bodily function….

A/N: May have a second part about Remus’ time of the month, but that depends. Let me know if you want one like that!! On a totally unrelated note, I now have a mobile masterlist, and am going to start on my longer fanfiction Slytherin Girl, which is my Anti-Marauder story. It’s gonna be a slight AU! Anyway, love you all and hope you enjoy the story!

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Most of the time, dating Remus was an amazing thing. He was the person who always understood everything and always made you feel accepted for being you. The only time when dating him was an awful thing was when his friends were around. Don’t get me wrong, you loved each of them as a brother, and could handle them independently, but together? Whoa, boy! Together they were a nightmare.

First off, they were incredibly immature, more immature than they usually are, when they are together. Second, they were always pestering either you or Remus for one thing or another; whether it be asking for help studying or asking the best way to ask a girl out. They would never leave the two of you alone, even when Remus and yourself had told them to get lost. And lastly, they were constantly popping up unexpectedly. On your’s and Remus’ first date they spied on the two of you all day and when you were about to kiss, Sirius popped out of nowhere to ask Remus if there was a test the next day. To say he went uninjured would be a lie, seeing as he sported a black eye for the following week, which you had gifted upon him. And whenever things with you and Remus got a little more intimate, one of his roommates would walk and completely destroy everything. And when one of them did walk in, you were teased mercilessly for the weeks to come.

Everything about week you had been going through was awful. The only upside was that it was finally Friday. Monday you had gotten a detention for something James and Sirius had framed you for, to say that you were pissed at them was an understatement. Tuesday you had gotten no sleep because you had been frantically studying for a test on Thursday, and you had somehow fallen asleep at every meal, each time falling into some sort of liquid; at breakfast it was a bowl of cereal, at lunch it was a bowl of soup and at dinner it was rice pudding. Washing your hair after that was undoubtedly difficult. Wednesday was awful because you had gotten sick and everything seemed to set you off. You had thrown a knife at Sirius because he asked if you were okay, and when Remus asked if you were okay, you started crying. It was also a full moon, and you couldn’t go with them that time, due to your ailment. Thursday was awful because you had bombed your test, and it was the day after a full moon, so you got no sleep. In your opinion though, Friday was the worst because not only had the day seemed to drag on endlessly, but you were worrying about Remus and the fight you had had with your mother. Not to mention, Mother Nature decided to be a bitch, so you had gotten your period. You had woken up that morning, to hope this day would finally be better, until you realized your sheets were wet. Jumping out of bed and racing to the bathroom, you realized your suspicions had been correct.

“Fuck!” You yelled out, probably waking up many of your dorm mates.  “Why?” You ask yourself, going back to your dorm to get a change of clothes. “Why did you have to come today?” You grumbled angrily, changing and attempting to save your pajamas and underwear.

The rest of the day did not go much better; you had been knocked down, you had missed lunch and Remus’ goddamn friends kept on popping up everywhere! You were reaching your limit, and anyone could see that.

So, finally, class had been let out, and you immediately walked over to your boyfriend, him wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into him as you walked. You both walked in silence, neither of you wanting to talk. When you both entered the Gryffindor common room and had collapsed on the couch, you two had began to talk.

“How was your day, Love?” Remus asked, nuzzling your neck, pulling you into a hug.

You started crying, and just melted down. You yelled about what had been wrong all week and exclaimed how you felt awful and how all you wanted to do was eat. You were sobbing about nothing in particular anymore, just crying to cry.

Remus had said nothing the entire time, listening intently to you before placing a small kiss on your neck. “Don’t worry, Love. Everything’s gonna be alright.” He whispered, his voice smooth and calming you down. He then proceeded to pick up your stuff and his and disappeared up the stairs. He was back down quickly before walking up to you and picked you up bridal-style. He placed a kiss on your forehead before whispering, “I love you.”

You smiled slightly before kissing the juncture of where his neck and chest meet. “I love you, too.” You whispered to him, just as softly.

He walked up the stairs and entered his room before placing you gently on his bed. You sat on his bed, your feet dangle as you watched him start to go through his trunk.

“What are you looking for, Love?” You ask, puzzled.

“Clothes.”

You gave him a confused looks, before he laughed slightly, pecking your nose.

“Well, the uniform isn’t exactly comfortable.” He said, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a button-down flannel. He grabbed his own change of clothes before walking room the bathroom, allowing you to change in peace. The sweatpants were a bit loose on your waist, and the pant legs were a bit long. The flannel was a few sizes too big, so you were swimming in clothes. You weren’t complaining because it smelled like him.

Remus walked back into the room, smiling at you. You smiled back slightly, before patting the space next to you. He smirked at you, before sitting down, leaning against the headboard. He pulled you into his chest, before placing a kiss on top of your head. He grabbed the book on his bedside table, and started to read to you, his fingers combing your hair. You snuggled into him, nodding off slightly. His voice was so soothing and the constant beating of his heart was very relaxing. And his fingers were so soft, massaging your scalp. Soon you were snoring lightly, causing Remus to smile at you. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, before quietly placing the book back on bedside table. He shimmered the covers out from under you, and pulled them over the both of you, leaving one arm under your neck, and the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“I love you more than anything.” He whispered softly. He soon followed you into slumber, listening to the dull patterning of raindrops on the stone roof.

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You were awoken to Remus gently shaking you. “Love? Love, are you awake? (Y/N)?” He asked.

You kept your eyes closed, snuggling deeper into his chest, groaning about how it was too early and how he should sleep and let you sleep.

He poked you repeatedly until you opened one eye up to glare at him.

You grunted at him, as if asking what on earth is so bloody important?

“I didn’t want to wake you up, but I wanted to let you know.” He whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Know what?” You ask, finally completely awake, though still incredibly drowsy.

“You bled through the sheets, Love.” He whispered.

You instantly sprung out of the bed, to discover that Remus had been right. On the white sheets was a small puddle of blood, meaning that your underwear and Remus’ sweats were probably ruined.

“I’m so sorry, Remus! Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I understand if you don’t want to see me after this!” You ramble on, about how sorry you were before Remus started laughing.

Hearing him laugh at you, you started crying, before you feel arms pull you into a sturdy chest, chuckling into your hair before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Love, why would I care about the sheets? Do you really think I would break up with you, over that? I mean, somehow you’ve accepted and are fine with me being a werewolf, yet somehow you think I’m gonna break up with you over a bloody sheet?” He asks you, laughing into your hair. “Tell you what, I’m gonna go draw you a bath. I’ll clean the covers and then wash your clothes. And then we can cuddle for the rest of the day, how does that sound?” He asks.

You nod your head before snuggling deeper into his embrace. “Could you give me some chocolate, and maybe a back rub?” You ask, shyly, jutting out your bottom lip and using puppy eyes.

He chuckles at you, before pecking your forehead. “Of course, Love.” He leaned down to connect your lips with his before you place a finger over his lips.

“Stop.” You commanded, and he then started pouting. “I’m gonna help you clean up the sheets and the clothes.” You told him.

“Fine.” He said, before pulling you into a deep kiss. After a while you both pulled away. You both moved over to the sheets and then pulled it off the bed, quickly stalking off to the bathroom. In there you started to fill up the sink with cold water, as Remus filled up the tub with scalding hot water.

You quickly washed the sheets out, soon no stain was left, but the sheet was sopping wet. Remus was standing behind you, chuckling a little before taking the sheet from you and using the drying curse to dry it off. He walked out of the room, sheet in hand bringing it back to his bed.

You shimmied out of your clothes, and discarded of you pad/tampon. You washed out the stains as quickly as you could before slipping into the bubbly bath Remus had made for you.

Remus walked back in, to see your eyes closed, enjoying the hot water. He smiled at you, his eyes full of love. He walked to the sink as quickly and quietly as possible, picking up your underwear and his pants, drying them both. He walked towards the door as quietly as he could, trying not to disturb you, but you heard.

You whined out to him. “Stay.”

He smiled at you, before rolling his eyes, but bringing a stool to sit on behind the freestanding tub. You leaned against the back of the porcelain tub, moaning as your skin came in contact with the cold surface, a huge contrast to the scalding water. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back, letting your neck rest on the edge of the tub. You felt Remus’ calloused hands on your shoulders, his hands loosening the knots of muscles in your shoulders. You moan and lean into his touch, feeling your body relaxing for the first time in weeks.

He chuckled a bit at your reaction, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. He continued his motions for several minutes, until you felt completely relaxed, before his movement slowed, so that his thumbs were rubbing slow circles on your skin. “You like that, Love?” He asked, his face close to yours, his delightful scent assaulting your nose.

“Mhh-hmm.” You hummed out, while nodding your head slowly. You turned your head, so that your faces were even closer. “Thank you so much, Darling.” You said, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “I don’t deserve you.”

He rolled his eyes at you, kissing you again. “I love taking care of you, (Y/N). I really don’t mind.” He kissed you again. “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.

You rolled your eyes at him, this time. “Kiss me.” You commanded.

He brought his face closer to yours. “Yes, Ma'am.” He whispered, before meshing your lips together.

Your lips fit perfectly together, meshing as if they were made for each other. The kiss was sweet and loving, but also messy and passionate. You both remained engaged in this furious lip-lock, trying to convey your feelings for another.

Your sopping, soapy hands were lost in his hair, slicking it back, only intensifying it. His hands were running up and down your back, his hands also soapy. One hand cupped the back of your neck, while the other hand ran his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

You were both in your own little world where nothing could affect either of you. All that mattered was each other and the kiss. You were both so far gone that you didn’t hear the pattering of two pairs of feet. Neither of you could hear the incessant chatter. Neither of you heard the door unlock. You both, unfortunately heard the scream.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Both James and Sirius scream.

“What the hell,  mates?”

“In our bloody bathroom!?”

“Are you shitting us, mates!?”

You grabbed the nearest thing to you, which happened to be a shampoo bottle and threw it at them, causing them to run out of the room. You were seething for having been interrupted. Like always, Remus’ bloody friends interrupted everything.

Grumbling, you got ready for the day. But the entire day you made Sirius’ and James’ lives hell. That taught the two of them to leave you and Remus alone, and never again did they pop out of nowhere.

They also learned that they should never get on your bad side, especially when you were on your period, unless they wanted to live in a bloody hell.  

If you don’t think Lily ever accidentally wrote ‘Evans’ on her work by mistake then you’re lying to yourself

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ya lit meme: 7 friendships (4/7)

The Marauders: Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black & James Potter

‘“Did you like question ten, Moony?“ asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
“Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.”
“D'you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…”’

I don’t like to Shiver- A Percabeth Soulmate AU

Soulmate AU Prompt - Temperature The closer you are to your soulmate, the warmer the world is; The further away you are the colder it is. For example, if you walked right past your soulmate you’d get a blast of heat, and then it would be cold again. Soulmate AU Prompt - Stones.

A necklace with a stone on it that is the only of its kind in the world, except for the one your soulmate has, with which it fits together perfectly.

Annabeth was not fond of the cold. Wasn’t fond of it, but has never really known anything different. Of course, she has heard stories of glorious heat and warmth, but it is all while she shivered in her big bulky coats. Her parents have no need for the coats themselves. They have each other, and that is what keeps them warm. The only way they ever wear even the lightest jacket is when they are apart. One goes on a trip without the other, one has to stay home with Annabeth because she caught another cold. There is a reason for this. A reason Annabeth has been hearing ever since she could remember. “Your soulmate is the reason the world gets warm. Without them, you are forever lost in a sea of cold, icy water with never a chance to escape.” At least, that is the way her older brother put it, when he was on that poetry kick a few years back. Annabeth constantly found herself wishing to meet her soulamte. Not so much for the actual person, but more for the wamth they would bring with them. As the years went on, and every one of her friends found their soulmate and she was left alone in the cold, Annabeth stopped believing she had a soulmate. No one is ever really sure they have one until the moment they meet them and the world turns warm. There is no way to track them, no way to know if you even actually have one. And if you don’t, well. Annabeth believed herself to be doomed to the icy expanse of the world forever.

That is, until five days after her twenty-third birthday.

Walking down Fifth Avenue in a bulky coat, when most everyone your age around you is in shorts and t-shirts? A bit disheartening, if she did say so herself. Annabeth had stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago, but it still stung to see others happy and warm while she was stuck in the bitter cold. She pulled her parka tighter around her as a gust of wind pulled at it. Strangely, the cold seemed to affecting her less today, but maybe it is just because she has gotten so used to it over the years that she just doesn’t really notice it anymore. Annabeth sighed, and reached up to tug on the necklace her mother had given her for her birthday a few days before. Apparently, her soulmate supposedly had the other one, and when they met they would be drawn to the other till they fused or something? They only gave people who need a little extra convincing in the soulmate department, because it has taken so long. She looked down at the insignifigant little grey stone and sighed again. Yeah, right. Up ahead she saw a man with black hair, and a big coat, gesturing wildly to a brown, choppy haired girl in a light sweater. He seemed to be telling a grand story, with a lot of different people involved, if the way his posture changed every few seconds was anything to go by. The girl was just nodding along, an amused smile on her face. Halfway through a sentence the man reached for his neck and yanked on a thin chain there. Annabeth sighed. ‘Poor guy.’ She thought, 'In the same boat as me, I guess.’ She turned slightly away as they neared each other. She didn’t want them to think she had been staring. People don’t really take kindly to those who stare, especially if the staree is wearing a large coat. Most think it is a pity stare. Annabeth sped up her walk, hoping to pass the man a little faster, so the temptation she was feeling to look at her again would be gone. As soon as she was within five feet of the man, something happened. A blast of heat hit her, and it only got stronger the closer she got to them man. He seemed oblivious, so maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe it was someone walking on the other side of him. Annabeth shook her head. No way. Her mind had to have been playing tricks on her. She pushed forward and when she passed directly beside him, she knew it wasn’t her mind. Annabeth had never felt such a wonderful heat. She stopped in her tracks, and savored it. She hoped it wouldn’t go away, that the man would stop with her. But it was gone too soon, as he kept walking. Five feet away and a blast of cold air hit her so hard, she was left gasping for air. Quickly, she whipped around, hoping to be able to catch the man before he was gone forever. She glanced around, before spotting that head of dark hair rounding the corner. She sprinted after him, desperate to feel that wonderful warmth again. Annabeth raced around the corner to just glimpse him stepping on the bus. She cursed and pushed herself faster, trying to get there before the bus pulled away. She should have known not to try her luck. Her blonde hair fell in her face as she rested her hands on her knees and took a deep breath. Tears stung her eyes and she gasped at the sudden loss she felt. Why couldn’t she have just run a little faster? “Hey. Are you okay?” Annabeth jerked her head up to stare at the choppy haired girl who had been with the black haired man. Her mouth fell open, and she looked into the girls kalidescope eyes. “I’m.. I’m, uh, I’m fine.” She stammered out. “Are you sure? Because you certainly don’t look fine.” The girl smiled kindly at her. “I’m Piper. I’d introduce you to Percy, but he just left. I’m sure one of his stories could cheer you up more than I could, but it can never hurt to try right?” Annabeth had only heard the first part of the sentence. Her mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. Percy. His name is Percy. Percy. “So, um, do you have a name? Or should I just call you Blondie?” The girl, Piper, was still speaking. Annabeth flinched and told Piper her name. “Annabeth. Alright, Annabeth. I’m going to take you out for lunch.” Piper smiled widely at her, and grabbed her hand and dragged her to a little cafe just down the road. “Why are you doing this?” Annabeth asked curiously, as they walked through the door. “I know how it feels to feel lost and alone. Believe me, I was the same away a couple months ago. Then I met Jason, and the entire world changed. You and my friend Percy, the one I mentioned before, are in the same boat though. He hasn’t met his other half yet either. I’ll have to introduce you guys soon, so you can hunt for them together. How do you take your coffee?” Annabeth mumbled, “Black,” as she stared, once again, mouth agape at Piper. Piper gave the waitress their coffee order before handing Annabeth a menu. “So what was it that made you break down? For me it was always the fact that everyone else had one and I didn’t. I always thought I somehow wasn’t good enough to have one. Was it like that?” Piper looked genuinley concerend for this person she just met. But Annabeth wasn’t going to miss the oppertunity to meet her soulmate, by just brushing her question off. “I…” Oh how was she going to phrase this? “I felt warm. And then I lost it.” Annabeth sighed. There had to be a million better ways to put that. Piper gasped, her hands going to cover her mouth. “Oh no.” She mumbled from behind her hands. Annabeth smiled sadly. “Yeah.” “Did you see who it was? Maybe we can find them again.” Piper sounded so eager to help Annabeth, that she looked up at her with shining eyes. “Really? You’d do that for me? Someone you just met?” “Of course!” She exclaimed, looking a little shocked. “I would never let someone go on without their soulmate. It goes against my nature.” Annabeth laughed a little at that. “Okay. I did actually see who it was, that is why I was over by the bus stop. He didn’t stop walking, and then got on a bus. I chased him to that point, but I was too late. It was already pulling away.” The smile had slipped off her face halfway through the retelling, and now she sat staring glumly at the table. When silence reigned, she glanced up to see Piper staring at her intently. “What did he look like?” The words were obviously forced from her mouth, her eyes never leaving Annabeth’s. Annabeth cleared her throat. “Uh, black hair, big coat, necklace like mine. I tried not to look at him at first, so I didn’t really catch anything other than that.” Piper stood suddenly, reaching for her wallet and throwing bills on the table. She grabbed my arm and hauled me from my seat and dragged me from the cafe. “Piper. Piper, what are you doing, I thought we were having lunch?” “Lunch can wait, when I know exactly where your soulmate is.” Piper had dragged her all the way back to the bus stop, and was pulling out her phone. “I just have to check when the next bus arrives.” She explained at Annabeth’s curious glance. “I don’t think you do, actually.” She said, pointed down the street. A bus was bumping it’s was down the street towards them. “Perfect!” Piper seemed to get even more excited. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, and rubbing her hands together. Annabeth continued to throw her strange looks. “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. I probably wouldn’t for you. I ususally avoid emotional people, and yet you walked right up to me. Why?” “I told you. You remided me of me. And I like helping people. Now, get on this bus with me and let us go meet your soulmate.” Piper held out her hand, and after eyeing it warily for a moment, Annabeth took it. They got on the bus and sat down in two seats in the middle. A couple threw Annabeth strange looks for her parka, but didn’t comment. She fingered the stone on her necklace. She hoped Piper knew what she was doing. What if it wasn’t actually Percy? What if it was just her imagination? What if she meets this Percy and it isn’t him? What if it was a person walking behind him or something? So many scenarios ran through her head where it wasn’t Percy and she didn’t even contemplate the possiblity that it was, in all probability, him. Piper’s phone rang. She looked down at it and grinned hugely, glancing slyly at me. Sliding the 'Answer’ button and practically slammed the phone against her ear. “Hey!” She all but shouted to the person on the other end. People glanced over at her, but just shook their heads and went about their business. Piper didn’t even lower her voice. “So where are you, right this second and how long are you going to be there?” Annabeth was amazed at the speed she could talk at while enunciating cleary. “Cal’s! Perfect! We will meet you there!” She said enthusiastically. Annabeth could hear a voice on the other side say, “We? Who is we?” as Piper took the phone away from her ear and hung up. “Cal’s?” Annabeth questioned the exceedingly enthusiastic girl. “Oh, it is just this adorable little pizzaria that makes the BEST pizza. Percy is good friends with the couple who runs it.” Piper waved a dismissive hand. “But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m bringing you to your soulmate!!” She squealed this last part, and the same couple who eyed my coat eariler, glanced back approvingly. Annabeth scowled. “I’ve changed my mind.” “What?” Piper furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?” “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to meet him. I don’t want a soulmate.” She crossed her arms tightly across her chest like a petulant child. “Annabeth, what are you talking about? Five minutes ago you were all for this!” Piper looked horribly lost and crestfallen. Annabeth couldn’t just leave her like that. Not after all she was going to do for her. “Look, Piper, I know you really want me to meet your friend, but what if it isn’t him? Then we will both be crushed. And besides, before now, I had never really thought of how everyone sets so much store in this whole soulmates thing. What does it matter if you find the person who warms you up? What if I like being cold?” Annabeth didn’t look at Piper, fearing she would see right through her if she could look at her face. Apparently she could anyways. “Oh, Annabeth. But you don’t.” Piper’s face took on a sad smile. “You looked so lost and devestated when I saw you earlier, so sad that that warmth was taken away from you. I know how it feels to be scared of this. If you get time to think, you start to physc yourself out. 'What if they don’t like me? What if I’m not good enough? What if they are mine but I’m not theirs?’” Annabeth gasped a little at the last one, and Piper knew she struck home. “It’s okay. We’ve all felt that way before. And you won’t know until you try, you know?” Slowly, Annabeth nodded, wiping a few stray tears from her cheeks. Piper nodded decisively. “Good. Because we are here.” She stood, and requested a stop. Annabeth’s heart lept to her throat and tried to force it’s way out of her mouth. Slowly she rose to her feet, and stumbled off the bus. In front of them loomed a large sign proclaiming that, yes, this indeed was Cal’s. Annabeth took a shakey breath. “Piper…” She wrapped an arm around Annabeth’s shoulder. “You’ll be okay. Promise.” Piper slowly but surely guided her with the arm around her shoulders into the resuraunt. It was small inside, with tables and booths crammed in every available space. A woman with carmel brown hair was standing behind a podium and sign that nicely asked you to 'Wait to be seated’. She grinned when she saw Piper. “Hey Piper! Percy said you were coming. Who is your friend?” She asked, smiling sweetly at Annabeth. Piper laughed sofly. “Callie, this is Annabeth. Annabeth, this is Calypso. She runs this shack.” “What are you calling a shack? Have you seen the place you work?” Calypso muttered indignatly. Piper only laughed louder. “Yeah, I have actually. I happen to be standing in it.” Calypso only smiled and rolled her eyes. “He’s at the sweet spot by the kitchens. Nice meeting you Annabeth.” “You too.” She smiled at the older woman as she followed Piper over to a small table occupied only by a single dark haired man. Her breath hitched as he looked up and over at them. The room was slowly getting warmer. Surely he noticed it too. His eyes widened as they locked on to hers. His eyes. Oh lord his eyes. Surprise and confusion and happiness and fear were all fighting for control in the gorgeous sea green eyes. She was sure her eyes didn’t look much different. Annabeth felt a lurch under her shirt, and broke eye contact to look down. Her necklace was fighting for freedom. She unzipped her jacket a little and it flew out, the small grey stone straining to be free of the chain. She looked up at him to see his doing the same. She took a small step forward, and he stood up. The room was very warm now, and Annabeth was starting to sweat under her parka. They both took another step forward at the same time. Clink! The both stared in wonder that the complete little grey stone between them, now with swirls of darker grey and green on it, attatched to the two of them by their respective necklaces. Annabeth looked up at him and noticed a bead of sweat trailing its way down his temple. Oh my gosh. Annabeth could see Piper out of the corner of her eye, jumping up and down, practically squealing, but she couldn’t hear her. And as soon as Percy’s hand started to reach toward her face, she couldn’t see anything but him. His fingers lightly rested on her cheek, as if he was checking to see if she was real. Annabeth couldn’t blame him- she had been chanting this is real, this is real in her head since the moment the room started to warm around her. She reached up under his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. He was gazing with amazment at their interlocked hands when her slight cough brought his eyes to hers. “Hi.” She breathed. “I’m Annabeth.” A heart stopping grin broke out over his face as he replied, “Hi. I’m Percy.”


So I didn’t really read through and edit this because if I did I wouldn’t post it and I really want to post it, so I am sorry for any mistakes. So, how was it? For my first time writing fanfiction in over a year? I am a little rusty I’ll give you that. Also with all the new updates I have no idea how to put this under a read more anymore sorry my friends.

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in which the marauders live together, based on this post

  • Remus Lupin watching Sirius Black at Kings Cross on the first day of their first year at Hogwarts
  • Remus Lupin observing that Sirius isn’t quite with his family
  • Remus Lupin not understanding why he keeps staring at Sirius, but he can’t help it
  • Remus Lupin watching Sirius step up onto the trolley (such that his feet are no longer on the ground at all) in order to peer over his massive luggage at the barrier in front of him
  • Remus Lupin running over and pushing Sirius straight through the barrier onto platform 9 ¾ simultaneously pleased and horrified by his own action

LONG LIVE// A Marauders fanmix  {listen}

I. centuries - fall out boy  / II. millstone - brand new / III. the kids from yesterday - my chemical romance / IV. full moon - the kinks / V. when we were younger - you me at six / VI. the end of all things - panic! at the disco / VII. simple rules (for life in hiding) - weaver at the loom / VIII. decode - paramore / IX. holocene - bon iver / X. long live - taylor swift


II & III sirius

IV & V remus

VI & VII james

VIII & IX peter