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charmed [16]: 'cat, rat, dog, and dove' (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: WELCOME BACK TO CHARMED. WE ARE HERE. we have arrived to this moment. BUCKLE THE FUCKING FUCK UP.

brief summary: the year has culminated into this one fateful night at the shrieking shack. word count: 9k

series summary: if you're here, u know what this series is abt im not gonna waste space and recopy it here THIS CHAPTER IS ALREADY TOO LOADED.

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16.

The sun was out. Its rays peeking through the leaves of trees, their heat was much stronger in this month of spring than it was in autumn, when Y/N and Remus took their first early morning walk to escape from the Castle. It became a habit they maintained all school year, and it was so hard to believe that they had already walked their way to final examinations season. Two terms had rolled by, laying down all the tiles needed to strengthen their relationship even more.

Y/N’s arm was around Remus’ bicep. It was warm enough now for them to abandon their jackets, and they strolled through the Castle grounds in simple button-ups.

Remus peeked down at Y/N, who by reflex caught his eye. He shut an eye tightly in an exaggerated wink. Y/N smiled, resting her head against his arm for a second.

“Can’t wait for our kid to experience all that is Hogwarts.” Remus said.

Y/N’s eyebrows knit together as she beamed up at him.

“Rem…”

Their chests burned from elation as they continued in their stride.

“Thinking a bit ahead though, don’t you think, we’ve got more than 11 years before we get to that point.” Y/N chuckled.

“Oh, you’re right. Before that, it’ll be you n’ me teaching them.”

“I agree with you. Sending them to Muggle primary school seems way too risky for exposure.”

“I do worry about socialization though.”

“Hmm. Me too. We should probably get in touch with other wizard families that have children the same age as ours.”

They came to a small halt as they overlooked the train tracks.

“I can’t wait for our kid to get on the train for the first time.” Y/N sighed.

Remus patted her hand in his. “What did you feel your first time on it?”

“Terrified.” Y/N chortled. “I was anxious even as a child. You?”

“Me too. But I guess, something really deep inside me- I don’t know. I just felt like my life was going to change, I guess.”

Y/N smiled softly at the gentle man before her.

“And we have to take that train really soon again.”

“Yeah.”

“Crazy.”

They continued walking, the castle of Hogwarts standing tall against them, hovering and watching over them as it has done for so long.

As the year continued to draw to a close, the exam season proceeded on. Today were the Charms finals for the 3rd-years, as well as the 5th-years’ OWL’s. Even the Weasley twins had been spotted with their books open, working in a corner of the library.

Y/N downed the last of her tea, as she rifled through a pack of fresh grading sheets. She waved her wand, and yesterday’s 2nd-year evaluations floated upwards, inserted themselves neatly in a folder, and slid themselves into her briefcase.

She clapped her hands together and got up to the door, opening it to a crowd of her 3rd-years.

“Ready?”

She let them trickle in and take their seats at the individually separated desks. Walking through the aisles, she placed an exam sheet on each one facing down.

“Alright, everyone, please get your things straight and then leave your bags up here in the front. Remember, you’re only allowed your quills for the written part.”

“You guys have one hour. Don’t forget to check both sides of the paper. Time starts… now.”

A synchronized whoosh of 30 papers being flipped over echoed across the room, followed by the etching of quills.

Y/N hated the written exams. She had nothing to do but to count the tiles in the classroom and twiddle her thumbs.

She was on her 5th recount of how many tiles spanned from one wall to another when a figure flashed in her peripheral.

Remus had passed by and judging the complete silence, assumed Y/N was sitting an exam. He waved cheerily, happy he had opted for practical examinations. Y/N rolled her eyes when she spotted him. Remus turned back around and passed the classroom door again.

“STOP.” Y/N mouth silently, gesturing to her students.

A few of them looked up and laughed, leading to a few more turning their heads.

“Enough.” Y/N shook her head, waving her wand and the door slammed shut, Remus disappearing from their sights.

“Professor Lupin’s just gloating that all his finals are over.” Y/N hushed the group. “Now get on, I’m not giving you extra time.”

She winked at the end, and the students returned to their scrolls, the atmosphere in the classroom noticeably lighter.

Light filled the room as Y/N clicked the lamp open. She turned to her side to find Remus wide awake as well.

“Can’t sleep?” She muttered.

“Nope.”

Y/N huffed, stacking her pillows and coming up to a seated position.

“It’s the full moon soon. How are you feeling?”

“The usual.” Remus yawned, turning on his side. He examined the grey circles under Y/N’s eyes through his wrinkle-decorated own. “I just feel a bit weird.”

“Hm.” Y/N responded. “Me too.”

“We’re probably just tired from so many back to back exams and all the grading.”

“Yeah. And my heart is kind of hurting. I just can’t really believe this year is ending. This has been the best job I’ve ever had in my whole life.”

Remus slid his hand under the covers to find hers.

“All good things must come to an end, my love.”

Y/N smiled sadly.

“What are the odds Flitwick needs another year off, eh?”

Remus chuckled.

Y/N clicked the lamp off and the two laid back in once again total darkness. Outside their window, roamed the creatures of the night. Centaurs, unicorns trudging across the Forbidden Forest, Dementors floating outside the Castle perimeter, and strolling stealthily in the Hogsmeade village; a ginger cat and its newfound friend, a big shaggy black dog.

Remus strolled along on his daily walk of the Castle grounds. Y/N had opted to stay in bed well into the afternoon that day, feeling more tired than usual.

He found a tree stump near Hagrid’s Hut and installed himself comfortably under it. He pulled a book from the pocket of his robes and opened it to the page he had last marked. About three quarters of an hour passed when he noticed Harry, Hermione and Ron come down and go into Hagrid’s. He returned to his book.

A small while later, he noticed more figures make their way to that direction. One sported a bowler hat, which he recognized as the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, and two wizards followed him. One of them had a shiny axe attached to his belt, which glistened when it caught the sun.

Comprehension dawned upon Remus. He had heard of Hagrid’s Hippogriff case with Malfoy and the Ministry, and Y/N had told him in passing of the Harry and his friends’ interest in the outcome.

They emerged from the hut and crossed paths with the men. Remus closed his book. Those three better not involve themselves any further with the case, he thought. He didn’t want them to be exposed to the execution.

"THE DARK LORD LIES ALONE AND FRIENDLESS, ABANDONED BY HIS FOLLOWERS. HIS SERVANT HAS BEEN CHAINED THESE TWELVE YEARS. TONIGHT, BEFORE

MIDNIGHT... THE SERVANT WILL BREAK FREE AND SET OUT TO REJOIN HIS MASTER. THE DARK LORD WILL RISE AGAIN WITH HIS SERVANTS AID, GREATER AND

MORE TERRIBLE THAN EVER HE WAS. TONIGHT... BEFORE MIDNIGHT... THE SERVANT... WILL SET OU... TO REJOIN... HIS MASTER....

Harry dropped the crystal ball he was supposed to return to Professor Trelawney and ran.

Thus began a very fateful night.

Remus walked through the Castle that evening and felt a weird shift in the air. Exams were over sure, but there was a certain trio that seemed the opposite of celebratory. Making his way down to the Great Hall, he took a seat next to Professor Sprout.

“Evening, Lupin.” She said happily.

“Good evening, Professor.” He responded kindly.

“Y/N coming soon?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m not sure, she’s taking a nap now. She’s been awfully tired this past week.”

“That’s okay, classic end-of-year burnout” she replied, then proceeded to ask him how if he had finished all his grading.

Remus conversed with her a bit distractedly as he watched over the Gryffindor table, spotting Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were visibly pre-occupied and were huddled away from the other students, discussing seriously.

“Have you heard from Hagrid? Poor thing, his Hippogriff’s been sentenced to death today. It’s going to happen tonight, any minute now actually I think.”

Remus turned to face her. “Really? That’s horrible…”

Professor Sprout pursed her lips in agreement before taking another bite of chicken.

Remus looked over at the trio again. They were standing up hastily, walking out of the Hall with quick little steps. He frowned. What were they up to?

He took the time to finish his dinner calmly and bid the fellow staff goodbye. Making his way back into his office, he pulled out his things quietly as the bedroom door was still shut; Y/N was probably still asleep.

He took a seat at his desk and pulled out what looked like an old used piece of parchment.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

The map opened and unfolded as traces of ink bled upon its pages, forming its intricate content. He scanned it quickly, before turning his attention to Hagrid’s Hut. Hagrid’s dot was there, along with Dumbledore’s and other names he assumed were Ministry officials.

Running along the path to his Hut, he stopped at the two dots moving right under the Whomping Willow. It was Harry and Hermione. Where was Ron? What were they doing by that tree?

A thought popped in his head and his stomach sank. He moved up the map, praying to God that his far-fetched conjecture wouldn’t be true. Landing on Hogsmeade Village, he looked for the Shrieking Shack. The weight in his stomach sank even further. Ron’s dot was there, accompanied by none other than… Sirius Black.

His hands shook. He had to go help him. But as he watched the dots move, a third one came into view.

It was labelled “Peter Pettigrew”.

At that second, the blood had left Remus’ face. His hands grew cold. He shook the paper. He rapped his wand at it. He blinked and blinked again. The dot was still there, labelled with that name as clear as day.

In that very moment, a 13 year-old puzzle just came together with this one final piece. The web wove itself to completion. He understood… Stuffing his wand in his pocket, he jumped out of his chair and sped out the door.

In the Shrieking Shack, blood pressures were high.

Ron lay in the corner, with his weight off his broken leg, clutching his rat Scabbers. Hermione stood in the corner, quiet and pale.

Harry was fuming, frozen with his wand lifted and pointed to a ghastly, ghost-like Sirius Black.

"Going to kill me, Harry?" he whispered.

Harry stopped right above him, his wand still pointing at Black's chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising around Black's left eye and his nose was bleeding.

"You killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady.

Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes.

"I don't deny it," he said very quietly. "But if you knew the whole story."

"The whole story?" Harry repeated, a furious pounding in his ears. "You sold them to Voldemort. That's all I need to know."

"You've got to listen to me," Black said, and there was a note of urgency in his voice now. "You'll regret it if you don't.... You don't understand...."

"I understand a lot better than you think," said Harry, and his voice shook more than ever. "You never heard her, did you? My mum... trying to stop Voldemort killing me... and you did that... you did it...."

Crookshanks jumped in between the two and sat itself at Black’s feet, looking back at Harry with deep yellow eyes.

The seconds lengthened. And still Harry stood frozen there, wand poised, Black staring up at him, Crookshanks on his chest. Ron's ragged breathing came from near the bed; Hermione was quite silent.

And then came a new sound -

Muffled footsteps were echoing up through the floor — someone was moving downstairs.

"WE'RE UP HERE!" Hermione screamed suddenly. "WE'RE UP HERE -- SIRIUS BLACK - QUICK!"

Professor Lupin came hurtling into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised and ready. His eyes flickered over Ron, lying on the floor, over Hermione, cowering next to the door, to Harry, standing there with his wand covering Black, and then to Black himself, crumpled and bleeding at Harry's feet.

"Expelliarmus!" Lupin shouted.

Harry's wand flew once more out of his hand; so did the two Hermione was holding. Lupin caught them all deftly, then moved into the room, staring at Black, who still had Crookshanks lying protectively across his chest.

Y/N woke up to a dark room. She groaned and rubbed her eyes. Her entire face felt scorching hot and her mouth was dry like she hadn’t drank in days. She rolled over in the bed. She had crawled under her blankets in the evening before dinner for a quick nap, but judging by the chill and dark air outside, she must have slept into early night.

She felt a tightness in her pelvic area, like cramps. She placed a hand on her abdomen.

Pulling herself out of bed lazily, she head to the bathroom. Her period was supposed to start a few days ago, so this must’ve been it. However, as she sat down on the toilet, there was nothing.

Suddenly, a realization jolted her mind awake.

She ran back to the bedroom, rummaging through her drawer for a pregnancy test. She went back to the bathroom and waited for the result.

Positive.

She put down the test swiftly, looking away as she felt her heartbeat quicken. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Slowly, she picked up the stick and read the result once more.

Holy shit.

She looked around her and it occurred to her that Remus was nowhere to be found. She checked the clock. It was well past 10pm.

Where the hell was he?

"Where is he, Sirius?"

Remus spoke in a tense voice, cutting through the weighted silence that took over the Shrieking Shack.

Black's face was quite expressionless. For a few seconds, he didn't move at all. Then, very slowly, he raised his empty hand and pointed straight at Ron.

Mystified, Harry glanced around at Ron, who looked bewildered.

"But then..." Lupin muttered, staring at Black so intently it seemed he was trying to read his mind, "... why hasn't he shown himself before now? Unless" -- Lupin's eyes suddenly widened, as though he was seeing something beyond Black, something none of the rest could see, "-- unless he was the one... unless you switched... without telling me?"

Very slowly, his sunken gaze never leaving Lupin's face, Black nodded.

"Professor," Harry interrupted loudly, "what's going on --?"

But Harry wasn’t able to finish his sentence, as what followed knocked the wind from his throat.

Remus lowered his wand. He walked to Sirius’ side, seized his hand confidently and pulled him to his feet. He gazed deeply into his eyes for a second, before the two men pulled each other into a deep embrace.

“I don’t believe it—“ Remus gasped, voice muffled.

“God, it’s been so long,” Sirius muttered back, “my friend.”

"DON'T BELIEVE IT!" Hermione screamed.

Lupin let go of Black and turned to her. She had raised herself off the floor and was pointing at Lupin, wild-eyed. "You -- you --"

"Hermione —"

“— you and him!"

"Hermione, calm down —"

"I didn't tell anyone!" Hermione shrieked. "I've been covering up for you —"

"Hermione, listen to me, please'" Lupin shouted. "I can explain —"

Harry could feel himself shaking, not with fear, but with a fresh wave of fury.

"I trusted you," he shouted at Lupin, his voice wavering, out of control, "and all the time you've been his friend!"

"You're wrong," said Lupin. "I haven't been Sirius's friend, but I am now — Let me explain...."

"NO!" Hermione screamed. "Harry, don't trust him, he's been helping Black get into the castle, he wants you dead too -- he's a werewolf!"

There was a ringing silence. Everyone's eyes were now on Lupin, who looked remarkably calm, though rather pale.

Where the hell was he?

Y/N’s head was spinning as too much was happening at the same time. She glanced around hurriedly for signs of Remus, then remembered she was clutching the positive pregnancy test and looked back at the positive result, then saw the Marauder’s Map was splayed across the desk, still open.

She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She stuffed the test in her pocket then headed towards his desk. She’d be able to find where Remus was on the map, then would go back to sleep.

It took a while for her eyes to scan the entire Castle for his name, to no avail. Where the hell was he? Surely he was not outside… It then dawned on her that tonight was the full moon.

Shit.

She looked over to the Shrieking Shack and nothing could have prepared her to see what she saw. Not one, but six dots. One was Remus, but he was accompanied by Harry, Ron and Hermione, as well as…

Y/N felt her heart freeze. Sirius Black? And… Peter… Pettigrew?

None of this felt possible. It couldn’t be. Grabbing her wand, she rushed out the office.

With this new information, the full moon had completely been replaced in her mind. Unfortunately, the only one who did seem to still remember was a certain Potions professor, on his way up to their office right now, where the map laid wide open.

"Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione," Remus said. "Only one out of three, I'm afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don't want Harry dead.” An odd shiver passed over his face. "But I won't deny that I am a werewolf."

Ron made a valiant effort to get up again but fell back with a whimper of pain. Lupin made toward him, looking concerned, but Ron gasped, "Get away from me, werewolf!"

Lupin stopped dead. Then, with an obvious effort, he turned to Hermione and said, "How long have you known?"

"Ages," Hermione whispered. "Since I did Professor Snape's essay..."

"He'll be delighted," said Lupin coolly. "He assigned that essay hoping someone would realize what my symptoms meant.... Did you check the lunar chart and realize that I was always ill at the full moon? Or did you realize that the boggart changed into the moon when it saw me?"

"Both," Hermione said quietly.

Lupin forced a laugh.

"You're the cleverest witch of your age I've ever met, Hermione."

"I'm not," Hermione whispered. "If I'd been a bit cleverer, I'd have told everyone what you are!"

"But they already know," said Lupin. "At least, the staff do."

“The staff? Does Professor Y/L/N know?” Ron gasped.

Sirius let out a howl of genuine laughter. “Professor Y/L/N!” He cackled.

Remus scratched the back of his head, suddenly slightly bashful. “Professor Y/L/N and I… have been married for over 10 years.”

Harry, Ron and Hermione’s jaws dropped.

Silence fell over the room once again, as Remus stood there not knowing what to say next and Sirius standing by his side with his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face.

“Well, we knew that!” Hermione exclaimed, finally. “That was more obvious than the werewolf thing! The whole school talks about it—“

She was interrupted as a new set of footsteps echoed from the staircase. The kids froze as Remus and Sirius turned to face the door, wands at the ready.

In burst Y/N, as if right on cue in a play. She was flushed and was panting, it appeared she had ran the whole way there.

“Remus!” She cried out upon seeing him. “YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO—“ She took a step forward until she spotted his company, and slowly took the step back. “What…” She murmured shakily, “is happening here?”

“Professor Y/L/N.” Hermione gasped softly.

Her eyes hovered over Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were in shock to see their Charms Professor, before landing upon Sirius. Something unrecognizable flashed across her gaze. She couldn’t believe what, or whom, she was seeing. She had thought the map made a mistake.

Y/N didn’t hear her. “Siri…?” she whispered, fixated on the man in front of her.

That’s when Harry lost it.

“‘SIRI?’ I TRUSTED YOU TOO! SO THIS WHOLE TIME -BOTH- OF YOU HAVE BEEN HELPING HIM?”

Y/N jumped from the sudden outburst and Remus came by her side to put a soothing hand on her shoulder. “Remus, you better explain and you better explain quick.” She said tensely.

“We have not been helping Sirius," said Lupin. "If you'll give me a chance, I'll explain. Look —"

He separated Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's wands and threw each back to its owner; Harry caught his, stunned.

“There”, said Lupin, sticking his own wand back into his belt. "You're armed, we're not. Now will you listen?"

"If you haven't been helping him," Harry said, with a furious glance at Black, "how did you know he was here?"

"The map," said Lupin. "The Marauder's Map. I was in my office examining it —“

"You know how to work it?" Harry said suspiciously.

"Of course I know how to work it," said Lupin, waving his hand impatiently. "I helped write it. I'm Moony — that was my friends' nickname for me at school."

"You wrote —?"

Y/N caught Harry’s eye and gave him a confirming nod.

"The important thing is, I was watching it carefully this evening, because I had an idea that you, Ron, and Hermione might try and sneak out of the castle to visit Hagrid before his hippogriff was executed. And I was right, wasn't I?”

He had started to pace up and down, looking at them. Little patches of dust rose at his feet.

"You might have been wearing your father's old cloak, Harry--"

"How d'you know about the cloak?"

"The number of times I saw James disappearing under it...," said Lupin, waving an impatient hand again. "The point is, even if you're wearing an Invisibility Cloak, you still show up on the Marauder's Map. I watched you cross the grounds and enter Hagrid's hut. Twenty minutes later, you left Hagrid, and set off back toward the castle. But you were now accompanied by somebody else."

"What?" said Harry. "No, we weren't!"

I couldn't believe my eyes," said Lupin, still pacing, and ignoring Harry's interruption. "I thought the map must be malfunctioning. How could he be with you?"

"No one was with us!" said Harry.

"And then I saw another dot, moving fast toward you, labeled Sirius Black.... I saw him collide with you; I watched as he pulled two of you into the Whomping Willow —"

"One of us!" Ron said angrily.

"No, Ron," said Lupin. "Two of you.”

He had stopped his pacing, his eyes moving over Ron.

"Do you think I could have a look at the rat?" he said evenly.

"What?" said Ron. "What's Scabbers got to do with it?"

"Everything," said Lupin. "Could I see him, please?"

Ron hesitated, then put a hand inside his robes. Scabbers emerged, thrashing desperately; Ron had to seize his long bald tail to stop him escaping. Crookshanks stood up on Black's leg and made a soft hissing noise.

Lupin moved closer to Ron. He seemed to be holding his breath as he gazed intently at Scabbers.

"What?" Ron said again, holding Scabbers close to him, looking scared.

"What's my rat got to do with anything?"

"That's not a rat," croaked Sirius Black suddenly.

"What d'you mean — of course he's a rat —"

"No, he's not," said Lupin quietly. "He's a wizard.”

"An Animagus," said Black, "by the name of Peter Pettigrew."

"You're both mental.”

"Ridiculous!" said Hermione faintly.

"Peter Pettigrew's dead!" said Harry. "He killed him twelve years ago!" He pointed at Black, whose face twitched convulsively.

"I meant to," he growled, his yellow teeth bared, "but little Peter got the better of me... not this time, though!"

And Crookshanks was thrown to the floor as Black lunged at Scabbers; Ron yelled with pain as Black's weight fell on his broken leg.

"Sirius, NO!" Lupin yelled, launching himself forwards and dragging Black away from Ron again, "WAIT! You can't do it just like that -- they need to understand -- we've got to explain --"

"We can explain afterwards!" snarled Black, trying to throw Lupin off.

Y/N joined and stepped in front of Sirius. “Sirius, please!” She put both hands on his shoulders, causing him to flinch. Her voice was shaking. “They deserve to know the full picture.”

Black stopped struggling, though his hollowed eyes were still fixed on Scabbers, who was clamped tightly under Ron's bitten, scratched, ad bleeding hands. “Fine. But make it quick. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.”

"You're nutters, all three of you," said Ron shakily, looking round at Harry and Hermione for support. "I've had enough of this. I'm off."

“Ron.” Y/N said sternly. “Sit down. I’m not joking, you’re going to listen.”

Hermione spoke, in a trembling, would-be calm sort of voice, as though trying to will Professor Lupin to talk sensibly.

"But Professor Lupin... Scabbers can't be Pettigrew... it just can't be true, you know it can't..."

"Why can't it be true?" Lupin said calmly, as though they were in class, and Hermione had simply spotted a problem in an experiment with grindylows.

"Because... because people would know if Peter Pettigrew had been an Animagus. We did Animagi in class with Professor McGonagall. And I looked them up when I did my homework -- the Ministry of Magic keeps tabs on witches and wizards who can become animals; there's a register showing what animal they become, and their markings and things... and I went and looked Professor McGonagall up on the register, and there have been only seven Animagi this century, and Pettigrew's name wasn't on the list."

Lupin and Y/N laughed.

"Light again, Hermione!" he said. "But the Ministry never knew that here used to be three unregistered Animagi running around Hogwarts."

Y/N cleared her throat.

“Sorry, four Animagi. Although we didn’t really know back then about you, my love.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Still, wanted to make sure you got the number right.”

Hermione’s eyes grew wider if it was even possible. “Professor Y/L/N, you’re an Animagus too?!”

Y/N nodded and gestured to Remus to proceed.

"All right... but you'll need to help me, Sirius," said Lupin, I only know how it began..."

Lupin broke off. There had been a loud creak behind him. The bedroom door had opened of its own accord. All five of them stared at it. Then Lupin strode toward it and looked out into the landing.

"No one there…"

"This place is haunted!" said Ron.

"It's not," said Lupin, still looking at the door in a puzzled way. "The Shrieking Shack was never haunted.... The screams and howls the villagers used to hear were made by me."

He pushed his graying hair out of his eyes, thought for a moment then said, "That's where all of this starts -- with my becoming a werewolf, None of this could have happened if I hadn't been bitter... and if I hadn't been so foolhardy..."

He looked sober and tired. Ron started to interrupt, but Hermione, said, "Shh!" She was watching Lupin very intently.

"I as a very small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure. The potion that Professor Snape has been making for me is a very recent discovery. It makes me safe, you see. As long as I take it in the week, preceding the full moon, I keep my mind when I transform.... I'm able to curl up in my office, a harmless wolf, and wait for the moon to wane again. Before the Wolfsbane Potion was discovered, however, I became a fully fledged monster once a month. It seemed impossible that I would be able to come to Hogwarts. Other parents weren't likely to want their children exposed to me. “

Hermione noticed a hint of sadness as she watched Y/N listen to her husband’s story.

"But then Dumbledore became Headmaster, and he was sympathetic. He said that as long as we took certain precautions, there was no reason I shouldn't come to school...." Lupin sighed, and looked directly at Harry. "I told you, months ago, that the Whomping Willow was planted the year I came to Hogwarts. The truth is that it was planted because I came

to Hogwarts. This house" -- Lupin looked miserably around the room, -- "the tunnel that leads to it -- they were built for my use. Once a month, I was smuggled out of the castle, into this place, to transform. The tree was placed at the tunnel mouth to stop anyone coming across me while I was dangerous."

"My transformations in those days were -- were terrible. It is very painful to turn into a werewolf. I was separated from humans to bite, so I bit and scratched myself instead. The villagers heard the noise and the screaming and thought they were hearing particularly violent spirits. Dumbledore encouraged the rumor.... Even now, when the house has been silent for years, the villagers don't dare approach it...."

"But apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black... Peter Pettigrew... and, of course, your father, Harry -- James Potter."

Y/N sniffed.

"Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her... I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they, like you, Hermione, worked out the truth...."

"And they didn't desert me at all. Instead, they did something for me that would make my transformations not only bearable, but the best times

of my life. They became Animagi."

"My dad too?" said Harry, astounded.

"Yes, indeed," said Lupin. "It took them the best part of three years to work out how to do it. Your father and Sirius here were the cleverest students in the school, and lucky they were, because the Animagus transformation can go horribly wrong -- one reason the Ministry keeps a close watch on those attempting to do it. Peter needed all the help he could get from James and Sirius. Finally, in our fifth year, they managed it. They could each turn into a different animal at will."

"But how did that help you?" said Hermione, sounding puzzled.

"They couldn't keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals," said Lupin. "A werewolf is only a danger to people. They sneaked out of the castle every month under James's Invisibility Cloak. They transformed... Peter, as the smallest, could slip beneath the

Willow's attacking branches and touch the knot that freezes it. They would then slip down the tunnel and join me. Under their influence, I became less dangerous. My body was still wolfish, but my mind seemed to become less so while I was with them."

"Hurry up, Remus," snarled Black, who was still watching Scabbers with a horrible sort of hunger on his face.

Y/N bit her lip as she dared to watch her old friend. She wanted to go touch him, comfort him, after so long… but she remained frozen on the spot as Remus continued.

"I'm getting there, Sirius, I'm getting there... well, highly exciting possibilities were open to us now that we could all transform. Soon we were leaving the Shrieking Shack and roaming the school grounds and the village by night. Sirius and James transformed into such large animals, they were able to keep a werewolf in check. I doubt whether any Hogwarts students ever found out more about the Hogwarts grounds and Hogsmeade than we did.... And that's how we came to write the Marauder's Map, and sign it with our nicknames. Sirius is Padfoot. Peter is Wormtail. James was Prongs."

"What sort of animal --?" Harry began, but Hermione cut him off.

"That was still really dangerous! Running around in the dark with a werewolf! What if you'd given the others the slip, and bitten somebody?"

"A thought that still haunts me," said Lupin heavily. "And there were near misses, many of them. We laughed about them afterwards. We were young, thoughtless -- carried away with our own cleverness."

I sometimes felt guilty about betraying Dumbledore's trust, of course... he had admitted me to Hogwarts when no other headmaster would have done so, and he had no idea I was breaking the rules he had set down for my own and others' safety. He never knew I had led three fellow students into becoming Animagi illegally. But I always managed to forget my guilty feelings every time we sat down to plan our next month's adventure. And I haven't changed..."

Lupin's face had hardened, and there was self-disgust in his voice. "All this year, I have been battling with myself, wondering whether I should tell Dumbledore that Sirius was an Animagus. But I didn't do it. Why? Because I was too cowardly. It would have meant admitting that I'd betrayed his trust while I was at school, admitting that I'd led others along with me... and Dumbledore's trust has meant everything to me. He let me into Hogwarts as a boy, and he gave me a job when I have been shunned all my adult life, unable to find paid work because of what I am. And so I convinced myself that Sirius was getting into the school using dark arts he learned from Voldemort, that being an Animagus had nothing to do with it... so, in a way, Snape's been right about me all along."

“Don’t put it all on yourself,” Y/N said grimly. “The blame’s to share. We both decided to not go to Dumbledore.”

"Snape?" said Black harshly, taking his eyes off Scabbers; for the first time in minutes and looking up at Lupin. "What's Snape got to do with it?"

"He's here, Sirius," said Lupin heavily. "He's teaching here as well." He looked up at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Professor Snape was at school with us. He fought very hard against my appointment to the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. He has been telling Dumbledore A year that I am not to be trusted. He has his reasons... you see, Sirius here played a trick on him which nearly

killed him, a trick which involved me —" Black made a derisive noise. Y/N shushed him.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t go defending him now—“ Sirius chuckled.

“I’m not! I’m just— Rem, continue the story.” She said, crossing her arms defensively.

The two exchanged looks between each other, a bit of playfulness coming from Sirius’ end whereas Y/N still looked conflicted about being in his presence.

"Severus was very interested in where I went every month." Lupin told Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "We were in the same year, you know, and we -- er -- didn't like each other very much. He especially disliked James. Jealous, I think, of James's talent on the Quidditch field... anyway Snape had seen me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one evening as she led me toward the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius thought it would be -- er -- amusing, to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot on the tree trunk with a long stick, and he'd be able to get in after me. Well, of course, Snape tried it -- if he'd got as far as this house, he'd have met a fully grown werewolf -- but your father, who'd heard what Sirius had done, went after Snape and pulled him back, at great risk to his life... Snape glimpsed me, though, at the end of the tunnel. He was forbidden by Dumbledore to tell anybody, but from that time on he knew what I was...."

"So that's why Snape doesn't like you," said Harry slowly, "because he thought you were in on the joke?"

"That's right," sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Lupin.

Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing, directly at Lupin.

Hermione screamed. Black leapt to his feet. Harry felt as though he'd received a huge electric shock.

Y/N gasped and clutched her stomach. Black slowly grabbed her shoulders and placed himself in front of her protectively.

"I found this at the base of the Whomping Willow," said Snape, throwing the cloak aside, careful to keep this wand pointing directly at Lupin's chest. "Very useful, Potter, I thank you...."

Snape was slightly breathless, but his face was full of suppressed triumph. "I've just been to your office, Lupin. You forgot to take your potion tonight, so I took a gobletful along. And very lucky I did... lucky for me, I mean. Lying on your desk was a certain map. One glance at it told me all I needed to know. I saw you running along this passageway and out of sight."

"Severus --" Lupin began, but Snape overrode him.

"I've told the headmaster again and again that you're helping your old friend Black into the castle, Lupin, and here's the proof. Not even I dreamed you would have the nerve to use this old place as your hideout — and you too Y/L/N. Here you are helping him out, a real criminal couple you two are…”

"Severus, you're making a mistake," said Lupin urgently. "You haven't heard everything -- I can explain -- Sirius is not here to kill Harry --"

"Three more for Azkaban tonight," said Snape, his eyes now gleaming fanatically. “Though I do feel bad for you, Y/L/N, you never should have gotten involved… in the first place…I shall be interested to see how Dumbledore takes this.... He was quite convinced you were harmless, you know, Lupin... a tame werewolf —"

“Don’t - you - fucking - dare—“ Y/N said through gritted teeth, wanting to lunge forward to strike Snape, but Sirius and Remus caught her arms, holding her back.

“How sweet.” Snape said sardonically.

"You fool," said Lupin softly. "Is a schoolboy grudge worth putting an innocent man back inside Azkaban?"

BANG! Thin, snakelike cords burst from the end of Snape's wand and twisted themselves around Lupin's mouth, wrists, and ankles; he overbalanced and fell to the floor, unable to move. Y/N screamed, throwing herself down to check on him. With a roar of rage, Black started toward Snape, but Snape pointed his wand straight between Black's eyes.

"Give me a reason," he whispered. "Give me a reason to do it, and I swear I will."

Black stopped dead. It would have been impossible to say which face showed more hatred.

Harry stood there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do or whom to believe. He glanced around at Ron and Hermione. Ron looked just as confused as he did, still fighting to keep hold on the struggling Scabbers. Hermione, however, took an uncertain step toward Snape and said, in a very breathless voice, "Professor Snape -- it it wouldn't hurt to hear what they've got to say, w -- would it?"

"Miss Granger, you are already facing suspension from this school," Snape spat. "You, Potter, and Weasley are out-of-bounds, in the company of a convicted murderer and a werewolf. For once in your life, hold your tongue."

Y/N whipped her head around, hearing the way Snape was beginning to speak to Hermione.

"But if -- if there was a mistake --"

"KEEP QUIET, YOU STUPID GIRL!" Snape shouted, looking suddenly quite deranged. "DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" A few sparks shot out of the end of his wand, which was still pointed at Black's face. Hermione fell silent.

“ENOUGH!” Y/N jumped up, pulling her wand out and pointing it straight at Snape. “Hermione, get back.”

“Step aside, Y/L/N. You don’t know what you’re doing.” He grunted.

“I said, get back, all three of you.” Y/N snapped, Harry and Hermione hurrying and backing up to where Ron laid.

“Severus, I’m serious, you need to hear them out.” Y/N said. Her voice was steely. She moved out from behind Sirius and inched her way closer to Snape, softly but steadily like a cat.

Snape ignored her. Remus struggled against his binds, his eyes not leaving Y/N. But deep down, he knew he didn’t have to worry. He had seen her fight during the first Wizarding War, and he knew how much more powerful of a witch she had grown into. Snape unfortunately, did not, as he returned his attention to Sirius.

"Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you...."

"The joke's on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" -- he jerked his head at Ron -- "I'll come quietly...."

"Up to the castle?" said Snape silkily. "I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black... pleased enough to give you a little kiss, I daresay... I --"

What little color there was in Blacks face left it.

"You -you've got to hear me out," he croaked. "The rat -- look at the rat --"

But there was a mad glint in Snape's eyes that had never been seen before. He seemed beyond reason.

"Come on, all of you," he said. He clicked his fingers, and the ends of the cords that bound Lupin flew to his hands. "I'll drag the werewolf. Perhaps the dementors will have a kiss for him too —"

“Severus.” Y/N warned, wand still at the ready.

Before he knew what he was doing, Harry had crossed the room in three strides and blocked the door.

“Harry!” Y/N cried.

"Get out of the way, Potter, you're in enough trouble already," snarled Snape. "If I hadn't been here to save your skin --"

"Professor Lupin could have killed me about a hundred times this year," Harry said. "I've been alone with him loads of times, having defense lessons against the dementors. If he was helping Black, why didn't he just finish me off then?"

"Don't ask me to fathom the way a werewolf's mind works," hissed Snape.

"Get out of the way, Potter."

"YOURE PATHETIC!" Harry yelled. "JUST BECAUSE THEY MADE A FOOL OF YOU AT SCHOOL YOU WON'T EVEN LISTEN --"

"SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!" Snape shrieked, looking madder than ever. "Like father, like son, Potter! I have just saved your neck; you should be thanking me on bended knee! You would have been well served if he'd killed you! You'd have died like your father, too

arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black -- now get out of the way, or I will make you. GET OUT OF THE WAY, POTTER!"

“Okay, I said ENOUGH!” Y/N raised her voice.

With a wave of her wand, the floor tiles under Harry’s feet rolled upwards in a wave, and sent Harry tumbling back to the back of the room where Ron and Hermione were.

“Snape, I told you to listen,” She said, advancing on him with her wand. “I told you, I don’t want to have to do this. But you have clearly lost your mind.”

Snape turned to face her. His dark eyes darkened even more. “And I told you, to get out of my way.a What are you possibly saying, Professor Y/L/N, you really think I’m going to duel you?”

Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Why, you scared you gonna lose?” She said in a volume just above a whisper.

Snape jerked his wand and a spell flew at her, she whipped her own wand and deflected it. It bounced to the wall and knocked an old painting down.

With her empty hand, Y/N reached out to the trio and conjured a sort of bubble around Ron, Harry and Hermione. It was a protection spell.

Remus screamed in muffled yells as his mouth was gagged, and Sirius tried to free him but to no avail, there was no untying magical ties without a wand.

Y/N’s chest was heaving as she felt her heartbeat quicken.

A rapidfire of spells followed, bouncing between the two like fireworks. Y/N waved her wand, deflecting those Snape sent at her, conjuring out some of her own in the milliseconds in between.

Snakes shot out of Snape’s wand, flying toward Y/N. She waved her wand and they turned into pink satin ribbons, falling through the air. She flicked her wand one, two, three different motions and jets of orange, red and purple shot toward him. He deflected two of them and managed to physically dodge the third. Snape rose his hands and a ring of fire encircled Y/N.

Remus let out another muffled yell, struggling terribly against his restraints.

“Don’t-“ Y/N muttered through gritted teeth as she began to make effortful circles with both her wand and her non-dominant hand. The others watched in terror. “Piss - me - OFF—“

The molecules of water vapor surrounding her had liquefied and splashed down onto the floor to put out the flames. “The shack’s made out of fucking wood, Snape, you want us all to DIE?”

She raised her wand high above her head, the water getting picked off the floor and she pushed the wave into him. It slammed his body into the wall behind him and with another wave of her wand, the water froze; trapping him there, suspended.

Remus watched from the ground in awe. He had forgotten how powerful Y/N had become and it was magnificent to witness.

Snape’s head had knocked back and it drooped down, hanging from his neck. He had been knocked unconscious.

Sirius found Remus’ wand and untied him.

Y/N took a deep breath and lowered her wand. She waved her hand, and the protective barrier in front of the trio disappeared. Remus jumped to his feet and rushed to her, capturing her in a soulful hug.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He said, taking her face in his two hands, searching and scanning for signs of distress.

“I’m good, I swear.” She said, steadying her breath.

After what seemed like forever, finally Remus let her go. They immediately turned back around to heightened squeaking noises, coming from a very distressed Scabbers, still stuck in Ron’s tight clutch.

“Professor Y/L/N…” Hermione began.

“That was amazing.” Ron breathed.

“How you used the Freezing charm to- to- Oh God, Professor Snape.” Hermione gasped once she saw what state he was in.

“This still doesn’t mean I believe you.” Harry said firmly.

Y/N, Remus and Sirius exchanged a look.

“Then it’s time we gave you proof.” Remus said, advancing.

“Ron, give us the rat.”

#charmed #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #prisoner of azkaban #professor lupin x reader

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somewhere-at-the-burrow · 3 months ago

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hii!!! i hope your move into your college dorms went well ☺️

im so happy i found your blog, its amazing! i am an aspiring shifter, i’m shifting to a hogwarts-related DR with the main desire to fall in love with my s/o (i love love haha) but also to just be at hogwarts, have fun, have adventures, three work at the ministry, etc - so i would like to permashift!

i adore your aesthetic and everythingg, im learning so much and just reading your posts make me super happy! you inspired me to create a blog too. hopefully i’ll have experiences that i can share soon

and we’re almost the same myers-briggs type - i am an infj 🩵

i have a few questions, i hope they’re not too much ~

do you have a waiting room, and if not, if you were to have one, what do you think it would look like

2. did you script others’ names for random students at Hogwarts (like did you script that italian guy coming to Hogwarts, or did you just script that your DR plays out with interesting scenarios and drama scenarios and that is how it played out?) i feel like i remember you said you didn’t script stuff like that, i’m still reading through all of your posts so i’m so sorry if you already mentioned this!

3. did you age up to 15 years old for fourth year? did you keep the same 7 year format for hogwarts?

4. do you have another dr that follows the main harry potter x voldemort plot?

5. is there a muggle washing machine equivalent in the wizarding world? is there a laundry room where you bring all your dirty clothes in to be washed? who washes them, the house elves, or is there a way for students to do it on their own and they pick it up when it’s clean and dry? does that mean your clothes have to be labeled with your name? i feel like i remember in the sorcerer’s stone that they got crabbe and goyle’s uniforms with their names on it from the laundry or something!

6. do students wear muggle clothing after school or on the weekends? the prisoner of azkaban was such an aesthetic because of the jeans and 90’s style clothing everyone wore after school but i would think everyone mostly wore their uniforms, even after classes are done for the day, like in the books, but i’m not sure!

7. can you only go to hogsmeade on the weekends? like if you need a quill or book for school and it’s not a hogsmeade weekend yet, would you have to get an order form and send it by owl to a shop and send over the galleons by mail and your order is delivered to you by magical mail?

8. so sorry if this is a little tmi, no need to answer if it’s uncomfortable! but as a girl, i’ve always wondered how do girls deal with their cycle while at hogwarts? is there a magical cloth pad that absorbs everything without needing to change it?

9. did you script in that there would be magazines like Seeker Weekly that you and Ginny read? i’m so excited to be a Quibbler magazine subscriber

10. did you have to study the layout and appearance of hogwarts, common rooms, the burrow, hogsmeade, diagon alley, knockturn alley, the hogwarts express, etc. before you shifted? a big part of my problem is that i feel like i need to script in everythinggg detail by detail because i suppose i don’t believe that everything will just play out (im a perfectionist and my anxiety is not making it easy 😭)

11. does news from the muggle world get into the wizarding world, or does it feel like the two worlds are truly separate/does it feel like you’re in a lovely bubble in the wizarding world?

i’m so sorry for all the questions!!

thank you!!! 🥹 🩵🩵🩵

you're so sweet! also, thank you so much angel!! i'm so glad my blog can be of help to you... and your blog is looking awesome already .. i'll def be sticking around to see how it goes <3

𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 !

{ about my Hogwarts reality }

do you have a waiting room, and if not, if you were to have one, what do you think it would look like

waaaay back in the beginning of my shifting journey, I envisioned having a waiting room that was similar to Newt Scamander's case! I created many layout sketches for it and thought about it all the time, but I've never actually shifted there yet. I also thought about having this magic suitcase include a ladder that leads to a wizarding world reality, but I didn't have one at the time so it just didn't work out. I think the idea is very fun, though! just imagine having the coziest little workshop with bowtruckles and vivarium environments to visit... it sounds so relaxing. in my version, I also envisioned a magical greenhouse with colorful tiles, a kitchen to bake whatever I want, and pathways that lead all over the workshop / vivariums!

I personally didn't script anything about how school would work in terms of people there / drama. that is just how it turned out, I guess! I think if you really wanted to, you could script the possibility for drama or different scenarios, but I wanted to see how Hogwarts social circles would play out if I didn't really script anything! and BOY IS IT CRAZY. sometimes I get so caught up in the daily events in my personal schedule, I forget that there is drama happening 24/7 with people that don't exist ANYWHERE in canon. something that was also interesting is the fact that most of my best friends do not exist in canon. I was fully expecting to only be friends with the "main characters", but shifting is real life and you can really have no idea how things like that will play out!

3. did you age up to 15 years old for fourth year? did you keep the same 7 year format for hogwarts?

the 7 year format is the same at my Hogwarts, except we start our first year when we are 15 years old! so, I guess you could say it is kind of like a university / Hogwarts mix? I knew that I wanted to shift into the chamber of secrets timeline, and because I am in the same year as George and Fred, I did the math for how I could interpret my current age into entering my fourth year at Hogwarts. so everyone is aged up!

4. do you have another dr that follows the main harry potter x voldemort plot?

I thought about it once, but when I actually started shifting to my weasley reality, I realized that I didn't want to go through the stress of crazy (and most times traumatic) plot lines. although the harry potter canon events can be pretty interesting sometimes, actually being there and starting my class schedule gave me a bit of an existential crisis and I don't want to deal with that AND umbridge (for example!)

this is such a cool question, and I was definitely very curious about this as well before I shifted! at my Hogwarts, there are multiple different ways you can get your laundry done (depending on how fast you need it cleaned etc). the most common option is through the dorm laundry basket, which is usually in the bathroom and is magically collected every evening. there is a laundry room near the Kitchens, and there are staff (wizards and house elves) that use cleaning spells to wash through the laundry baskets they collect! they then fold the clothes and the hamper re-appears in our dorms usually by the next evening. there is also a second option for students who may only have one uniform to cycle through, and that is usually through walking down to the laundry room (typically during the free hours before dinner) and washing it yourself. because the laundry staff have so many clothes to get through, this is the fastest because laundry and drying spells do not take hardly any time in the wizarding world and sometimes working at your own pace is best. IT IS AMAZING!! and yes! you can also pick up your clothes from the wash room if you so choose, but it is so much easier to just use the dorm laundry basket IT MAKES ME SO LAZY FR

Hogwarts uniforms are only necessary during official school hours, so from 8/9am -- 4:30pm. also, fridays depend on the student's schedule, because sometimes professors will schedule classes on friday but they are usually a study day! the general rule is to put on your uniform if you are visiting a study hall (library, great hall resource hour, selkie commons, etc), and you can take off your uniform and change into regular clothes after school is done or on the weekends. it is pretty common to see an array of students at dinner both wearing their uniforms AND wearing everyday clothes. on the weekends, you will rarely ever see a uniform unless there is a school sanctioned trip or a class that may be meeting for an exam or something! ALSO YES THE 90s STYLE CLOTHING IS AMAZING

something I like about my Hogwarts reality is how Hogsmeade can be visited every day if you would like to go! sometimes it can be very impractical, though, because school/clubs can get out pretty late and it is another 20-30 minute walk to the village, but many older students tend to socialize or get something to eat later in the evening. it all depends! usually that type of stuff is reserved for the weekends, though. school is very busy, but usually everyone plans their work so they can spend one day during the weekend at Hogsmeade!

no worries! there are so so many products that are advertised in the wizarding world, but most people just stick to muggle methods because plain and simple.. the cycle sucks and we do what we've gotta do! the dorm supply closet is always supplied with necessary things, and there are also potions that can be given to you in the Hospital Wing for cramps and stomach aches.

9. did you script in that there would be magazines like Seeker Weekly that you and Ginny read? i’m so excited to be a Quibbler magazine subscriber

I've always wanted to get my hands on a Seeker Weekly magazine, especially when I saw them for the first time in goblet of fire. so, I guess it was just my desires to read crazy wizarding magazines that solidified them in my weasley reality!! there are truly so many different forms of media to consume--- from books to radio channels to magazines. i'd definitely keep that in mind to explore when you shift!

I definitely have an advantage because I was that kid in high school who was making maps of Hogwarts and stuff like that! but I definitely didn't plan out the entire school and know my whole way around before I shifted. when I try and shift (especially to a new place), I sometimes create a small pinterest board and then I focus on the place I am going to wake up. I have found that that helps me not get so overwhelmed about everything! I didn't know my way around the burrow AT ALL before shifting this summer, but I watched a small video on it and tried to shift imagining what my bedroom would look like. the rest just came with memory when I shifted! you absolutely do not need to script every single detail with your DR.. I personally think that takes out the wonder of shifting and the fact that it is real life to be explored :)

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lex-hj0519 · 1 year ago

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My priority is to ensure your safety

I often see Sirius positioned as the irresponsible godfather who "constantly" encouraged Harry to break rules, be reckless, and get into trouble. But when you look at the bigger picture and look at all of his interactions with Harry, that's far from the real story.

The times Sirius told Harry to be careful, to not be reckless, and/or to keep his head down and stay out of trouble:

Nice try, Harry. I’m back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that’s going on at Hogwarts. Don’t use Hedwig, keep changing owls, and don’t worry about me, just watch out for yourself. Don’t forget what I said about your scar.

Be on the watch, Harry. I still want to hear about anything unusual.

Don’t get complacent, though, Harry. You’ve only done one task; whoever put you in for the tournament’s got plenty more opportunity if they’re trying to hurt you. Keep your eyes open — particularly when the person we discussed is around — and concentrate on keeping yourself out of trouble. Keep in touch, I still want to hear about anything unusual.

“Now listen . . .” He looked particularly hard at Harry. “I don’t want you lot sneaking out of school to see me, all right? Just send notes to me here. I still want to hear about anything odd. But you’re not to go leaving Hogwarts without permission; it would be an ideal opportunity for someone to attack you.”

Harry — what do you think you are playing at, walking off into the forest with Viktor Krum? I want you to swear, by return owl, that you are not going to go walking with anyone else at night. There is somebody highly dangerous at Hogwarts. It is clear to me that they wanted to stop Crouch from seeing Dumbledore and you were probably feet away from them in the dark. You could have been killed. Your name didn’t get into the Goblet of Fire by accident. If someone’s trying to attack you, they’re on their last chance. Stay close to Ron and Hermione, do not leave Gryffindor Tower after hours, and arm yourself for the third task. Practice Stunning and Disarming. A few hexes wouldn’t go amiss either. There’s nothing you can do about Crouch. Keep your head down and look after yourself. I’m waiting for your letter giving me your word you won’t stray out-of-bounds again.

If Voldemort is really getting stronger again, he wrote, my priority is to ensure your safety. He cannot hope to lay hands on you while you are under Dumbledore’s protection, but all the same, take no risks: Concentrate on getting through that maze safely, and then we can turn our attention to other matters.

Sirius, at least, seemed to understand how Harry was feeling; admittedly his letters were just as empty of proper news as Ron and Hermione’s, but at least they contained words of caution and consolation instead of tantalizing hints: “I know this must be frustrating for you…” “Keep your nose clean and everything will be okay…” “Be careful and don’t do anything rash…”

Arthur’s just told us what’s happened. Don’t leave the house again, whatever you do.

“Don’t lose your temper,” said Sirius abruptly. “Be polite and stick to the facts.”

versus

The times Sirius encouraged something that could be considered reckless (at least one of which was for justifiable reasons, in my opinion):

“When’s your next Hogsmeade weekend anyway? I was thinking, we got away with the dog disguise at the station, didn’t we? I thought I could —”

[Re: the DA] “But — last term all you did was tell me to be careful and not take risks —” “Last year all the evidence was that someone inside Hogwarts was trying to kill you, Harry!” said Sirius impatiently. “This year we know that there’s someone outside Hogwarts who’d like to kill us all, so I think learning to defend yourselves properly is a very good idea!”

Sirius spent far, far more time encouraging Harry to be on the watch, stay out of trouble, and not be reckless than he spent time encouraging Harry to be reckless and break rules. Harry's safety was his priority, and it shows in all of his letters to Harry. I'm so tired of seeing him judged entirely on one interaction (when he wanted to visit Harry in Hogsmeade in OOTP) rather than on the full scope of all of his interactions with Harry.

#sirius black #good godfather sirius black

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legilimens-library · 1 year ago

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Ok, im having a soft moment so here we go.

Im sure Severus never had anyone cook/bake for him, give him any individual affection, or do anything that made him feel special. No one to fight for him, he's always fighting for himself, yk?

But theres that one teacher (y/n), his bestest friend, always makes him feel wanted, loved, special. And he doesn't know what to do about it, so he just keeps being his cold, sassy self, UNTILLLLLLLL one day she leaves suddenly (short leave or other, your choice!). And poor boy realizes he actually really likes being wanted and appreciated- maybe confession when y/n returns?!!

Im down bad for this man, its concerning

~anonie 🖤

I absolutely adore this prompt and I enjoyed writing this little drabble for you. I apologize that it took me so long to respond, but I’m still trying to figure out how to work with the inbox and I didn’t see it right away. But anyways, I hope you like what I wrote. 🖤

Mutual Feelings

Severus Snape x gn!Reader

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“How long do you plan to be gone?”

You were pulling your coat over your shoulders before you turned around to see Severus standing by your office desk, his brows furrowed with a sort of solemn expression as he fiddled with his hands.

For a brief moment, you thought that he might actually miss your presence while you were away. He’s never been known to show much emotion in general, but ever since you started your position as the new Herbology professor, the both of you became quite close and he couldn’t help but let his barriers down and he found himself laughing at your frivolous jokes and smiling at the thought of joining you at your office to grade assignments while jesting each other late at night. He hated to admit that you had turned him soft, but he could never bring himself to be angry with you for befriending him in the first place.

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll send you an owl once I get to my sister’s place. She’s been a little worried about our mother’s health recently, but I’m sure it’s nothing too concerning.”

As you stepped closer to Severus, he regained his posture and smiled as you looked up at him. His hands twitched, trying so desperately not to brush away the stray hairs that fell in your face. For so long, he was trying to convince himself that he had no other feelings towards you other than that of a friend, but you somehow wormed your way into his heart and all he could think of was you day in and day out. You were so kind to him, far more than he ever deserved and yet you reminded him that he was wanted, maybe even loved through your acts of kindness as you sought after his advice and even baking him cookies when you knew he needed cheering up after a long day of teaching.

“In that case, I look forward to hearing from you once you get settled. But do be careful while you’re away, I don’t know how long I can endure your students as they will most likely fail at repotting the mandrakes again.” You laugh at his words, but he does have a point. Due to the last time, one of the Ravenclaw students was a little careless when repotting his own mandrake and you ended up in the hospital wing after you fainted. Severus was unabashedly furious, but you assured him it was only an accident and there was no harm done.

“Hey, that was one time!” You slap his shoulder lightly. “Besides, I don’t think any of them would dare make a mistake while under your tutelage. But thanks again for covering for me, I appreciate you doing this.”

“Oh, if only you knew.” He chuckled lowly. “But it’s no trouble at all, and if you need any further assistance while you’re gone, I would be pleased to oblige you.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind, thank you. I best be off now though, otherwise I’ll never hear the end of my sister pestering me for being late. Goodbye, Severus.” You reach out and wrap your arms around him in a tender embrace and he surprises himself when he willingly reciprocates the hug, giving you a gentle squeeze before he reluctantly steps away.

“Goodbye, Y/N. Safe travels.” Severus only hopes that you don’t notice the small blush that tints his pale cheeks as you turn around to the fireplace in the corner. And with the flash of green flames engulfing your figure, you’re gone.

It had been a whole week since you left the castle and Severus was experiencing an inner turmoil with himself as he pushed his food around with a fork during dinner. You would usually sit next to him for every meal and he soon came to realize how much he enjoyed your company above everyone else who sat at the high table. He never thought he would ever start to harbor feelings for anyone really and yet here he was, looking somberly at the empty chair beside him. He honestly didn’t know how much longer he could bear this unwelcoming loneliness without you there to annoy him with your silly little quips and your sweet little smile that would light up the entire room whenever you greeted him. His heart flutters at the idea of potentially confessing his intentions toward you, hoping that you would share the same sentiments, but there was only one way of knowing and he was growing eager for your return.

You of course had written him several letters, you detailing how your mother was doing quite well despite your concerns and he in return described, albeit exaggerating, how your students managed to not destroy the greenhouses despite their clumsiness. He received your most recent owl only yesterday and he was delighted to see that you would be back in no less than two days time, but it seems that the hours were dragging on and on against his favor.

With a withering sigh, Severus stood to resign from the assembly of his fellow colleagues and made the long trek back to his office to continue and hopefully complete grading the towering pile of parchments that lingered on his desk. The empty hallways were too quiet for his liking as he missed the unnecessary small talk you would have had with him and it only reminded him of your absence even more. It only made his scowl grow deeper and he began to wonder what you were doing at this precise moment, but he soon found out what that answer entailed as he opened the door to his office and stepped through the threshold of the dimly lit space.

There you were as plain as day, sitting in the rickety chair behind his desk with your hands tucked under your chin and that sweet little smile upon your face that he adored so much, as if you were expecting him all along.

“Hi there,” You couldn’t help but grin at the sight of him and the butterflies in your stomach only fluttered even more as he looked upon you in such surprise with those dark and twinkling eyes of his. You were hoping to get that sort of reaction and you tried with all your might to remain calm, but you were rejoicing from the inside at your little triumph.

Severus’s brain must have short circuited before he could give you a sarcastic reply in response, but you were too quick for him to keep up as you crossed the room to stand in front of him. He gazed down at you and he was entranced by your bright eyes for what seemed longer than was appropriate and he was confused by the worried look that replaced your smile he was so used to seeing all the time.

“Is something wrong, Severus?” Your voice sounded so timid and gloomy and he wanted to rectify that matter as quickly as he could to once again behold your cheerful expression.

“N-no, nothing is wrong, Y/N. I’m just surprised to see you, gladly, of course. I wasn’t expecting you for the next couple of days is all.” He wanted nothing more than to grab ahold of you and never let go in fear of you disappearing again, but he remained stoic in fear of not wanting to further upset you with any sudden actions.

“Oh, well, that’s alright. My mother kept insisting that she was fine and that I was wasting my time on being bothered over her health, so she sent me on my way and I figured I would come back early. I’m sorry if I startled you, I guess I should have let you know before I came back.”

“Don’t be, I’m just glad to see you back in one piece.” Severus then finally smiled, his posture softening for a brief moment before he tensed up again as you embraced him tightly. The familiar scent of your perfume engulfed his senses and he let out a soft sigh of content.

But before he could even think of the next action to take, he instinctively held your head against his chest and stroked your hair through his nimble fingers. You pulled away from him and he realized just how close you were to each other and froze, his arm still around your waist and his hand still grasping at your head. It was as if time stood still as he gazed at you longingly and without another thought, he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

This caught you off guard for only a second, but you were quick to reciprocate his affections and kissed him languidly, wanting to savor this moment for as long as you could before you both ended the connection. Severus then rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath, the small puffs of air that fanned over your face warmed your cheeks even further than your rising blush ever could and smelled distinctly of mulled wine and something that could only be described as him. It was now a permanent addiction you would surely never get tired of.

“I-I um, was hoping to beat you to that first, but that was even better than I expected.” You chuckled sheepishly.

“You-you’re not angry with me?” Severus whispered, his breath hitching in the back of his throat.

“Of course not,” You voice in a hushed tone, reaching up to cup his face and stroke at his cheek gently. “I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel about you for so long, but I was afraid you would be upset with me and it would ruin our friendship.”

He breathes a sigh of relief at your words and is overjoyed that you have the same desire for him as he does for you. He never would have known that someone would ever like him, let alone wanting to show him that he deserved to be loved in any manner after all of the heartache he has endured in the past. Yet here he was, with you in his arms as you shared more soft and sweet kisses, never wanting to part from you again.

“The feeling is mutual. But I can’t begin to tell you how delighted I am to have you here with me, just like this.” Severus sighs happily, placing a kiss atop your head as he hugs you tightly to his frame.

“Well, maybe we could go to my chambers for a nightcap and start there?” You bite your lip, still nervous with anticipation at the prospect of the Severus Snape confessing his true feelings towards you.

“I would like that very much,” Severus murmurs, taking a hold of your hand as the two of you walk down to your room like you were giddy schoolchildren once more.

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monsterrae1 · 11 months ago

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @buckaroosheart @spagheddiediaz @wikiangela @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon thanks !

So I know I said I was gonna take a break but for some reason I got really inspired about this one? Anyway it’s incredible self indulgent so let me be. Also with the promo I know no one is going to care so whatever

Context they’re 13 here and Isabel is fostering Buck:

“I’m Eddie.”

“I have a feeling you two will be excellent friends,” Isabel said, and with that she left them alone in the living room to get to know each other.

It turned out Eddie was from Texas and he was only visiting Isabel for a couple of weeks during spring break and then he’d go back to Texas, Buck couldn’t wait for the day he left. It was like Eddie was everywhere, Buck was trying to do his chores and he would find out that Eddie would have already done them for him, it felt like he was trying to make him look bad so Isabel would kick him out, and Buck couldn’t have that. He wouldn’t have that, he woke up extra early so he could beat Eddie to get the chores done, and then he would make sure to always be first when Isabel asked them to do something.

Which was how they found themselves in this predicament.

Isabel had gone out of the day, asking Buck and Eddie to please cut the grass on the backyard and cut some of the lower hanging branches of the tree since it was getting a little out of hand and she hadn’t had a chance to call her usual gardener.

They had finished doing what she asked when Buck had the brilliant idea to climb the tree to trim some of the higher up branches, Eddie had told him it was a bad idea but Buck didn’t listen to him and still climbed up. When he fell he was really hoping to not get an I told you so.

“Don’t tell her, please don’t tell her,” Buck was begging him through tears, holding his injured arm to his chest, staining his shirt with blood, “It’s not that bad, please don’t tell her.”

“Buck, you’re bleeding a lot, I need to take you to the ER,” Eddie insisted, but Buck kept refusing.

“She can’t know, she can’t”

“Buck, she’s not going to be mad at you, I promise you okay?”

“She’s gonna send me back! She’s gonna send me back,and I can’t, okay? She’s the best home I’ve ever been in, you can’t make her send me back.”

Eddie frowned, Buck was starting to feel a little light headed, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the blood lost, the panic or the crying, he just felt like he was going to pass out soon.

“Why would I make her send you back?”

“‘s wha’ yo’ wan’” Buck slurred, “yo’ don’ wan’ m’ ‘ere.” His ears were starting to ring, and before he could hear Eddie’s response he passed out.

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bidisasterevankinard · 11 months ago

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Inspiration Saturday

Hi everyone!!!!! I'm finally back to writing after hard times and I'm back with angst for this secret wip I named you left me (at least for now)

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playlist + snippet

Bobby quickly brings them up to date on what happened and where they need help 136 with. Eddie finds himself paired with Buck, who only greeted him quietly, after which he continued to work as if Eddie wasn't here at all, without asking for help with anything. Eddie feels like he's back on his first day at work, only then Buck wanted Eddie not to be part of the team, and now he wants Eddie to just disappear. Painful. Considering they both swore there was no one more important for them, except Chris of course.

“So, hello and silence it’s all I'm getting?” Eddie tries to say it without the sadness in his voice, and he succeeds. But his voice sounds angry, like he blames Buck, accusing him for the silent treatment he is getting over the last two weeks.

Remembering it was him who asked, or better say stated that they need a break - he should have stayed on sadness.

Before Eddie can even curse himself for his stupid decision - he can’t say about which one exactly the whole break thing or blaming of Buck - he proved it was a bad idea to talk like that with Buck by angry dark, like the skies during the thunderstorm, eyes. Eddie swallows when he swears he can see the lightning flashes inside them.

“It's you, who wanted a break, Eddie. What am I doing wrong now? Giving you too much space? Well, you asked about it,” Buck hisses the last part and leaves him alone. He says something to Bosco who worked with Ravi. She then looks at him not impressed and goes to Eddie to take Buck’s place as his partner, while Buck starts to work with Ravi.

“He deserves better than the ex-not-ex-boyfriend to try to make him feel bad, as he is the villain in the story, for keeping the distance he was asked about by this exact ex-not-ex-boyfriend,” she pins him with such a stare Eddie surprised he is still standing and not falling dead on the place, before starts working. “Not saying that you’re a villain, but even though you have your reasons to ask about time, you have no right,” she again sends the same killing look, “no right to talk to him like that.”

“I know, I just” Eddie sights, kicking the part of the car on the road, “I hate all this situation and I hate my brain for destroying the best relationships I had. I hate that therapy about it not taking me anywhere and Frank tells me it’s because I need to talk to Buck about the problem why I asked about the break when Buck was ready for more for us. When he was so Buck to tell me we can do anything in my tempo, but my fucked up head chose the break, thinking it’s for the best, but,” Eddie looks at the way Buck barely smile on definitely a good joke from Ravi, “but it only leads for nights without sleep, our son looks at me like I’m an idiot. Everyone cast sympathetic glances, and Buck … Buck is not even talking to me while we are working. I just want everything to be ok again. I want everything to be easy. Magical,” another kick to the pure tyre.

“Life is not a fairytale, Diaz. Nothing, especially relationships, are ever easy. So talk to Buckley sooner or, trust me, you will regret you hadn’t. Because right now this man is slipping through your fingers faster than you can imagine,” on than Lena removes the last piece of metal from the road and their work is done.

The blonde woman does not even say goodbye to him, getting back to her team, taking the place near Buck, which should be his. But not now.

Maybe never again.

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phantomphangphucker · 7 months ago

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Phic Phight - Dal′ton-izm

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Danny should not be trusted with self care and clean up duty, especially if he couldn’t tell the goddamn difference between ectoplasm and blood.

Danny growls down into his arm, struggling a little to keep all the skin more or less together. Damn, he hated getting nastier injuries, it was always a freaking pain... literally and metaphorically. He’s busy using the other arm to fire off ecto-blasts and make shields to block the return fire. Stupid Skulker and his stupid homing missiles. Stupid ghosts destroying any sense of a normal fucking sleeping schedule. Ugh.

“I will wear you down eventually! And when I do! Then you’re mine!”.

Could he at least get some new lines? Danny snapping back, “tha oni ‘ay ya be owl ta cah eee ‘ine’ is ‘hen Ine ackin’ as a ‘and ‘ine fah ya!”. That wasn’t his best line and it was probably impossible to understand him, but his arm is in his mouth, so he’s kinda focused on things other than puns right now.

Skulker sends off another rocket at him, unsurprising. What is at least slightly surprising is that right when Danny puts up another shield Skulker gets shot by what’s borderline a freaking taser. Danny glancing down at a smirking Tuck peeking out around a corner and congratulating himself. Danny making quick work of capturing the ghost after that and landing on the ground with his arm still in his mouth. Sam popping out in a second and pointing at the ground aggressively.

“You better sit down or so help me”.

Man they were both always so aggressive about making sure he got patched up as quickly and cleanly as possible. It was both touching and annoying, sometimes he still had ghosts to chase! Or he just wanted to go to bed instead of dealing with being bandaged up or stitched or wiped down. Granted the stitching was usually a little more necessary, like it definitely was right now.

So he floats himself down to the ground, back against a wall and opening his mouth to let Sam inspect it and get to work doing patch up.

“Zone Danny, way to really fuck up your arm”.

Danny pouting, “hey blame Skulker, not me. I actually tried to protect myself pretty well I think, it’s not my fault he managed to spear a goddamn grappling hook through my arm”. The guy nearly took his arm off entirely with that shit, dumb jerk. Though that was probably part of the point since the dude wanted trophies and shit, he could absolutely see Skulker freaking mounting his arm on a wall or something.

Sam sighs, wiping his arm down overly thoroughly, “I know I know, it’s just a pain to clean up this level of damage and I’m allowed to worry about your dumbass; also, nice fang marks”.

“Worrying about my ass is fair, sitting on this hard ground is gonna make it go numb”. She smacks him over the head for that one before getting to work on the stitching.

Tuck’s off spraying some of the ecto mess on a wall, that dissolve crap Danny’s folks made works like a freaking charm, like well enough that he’d be legit worried they’re could get away with murder. All three going still for a second at the sound of a hover board, Danny turning him and Sam invisible while Tuck goes and crawls himself under a dumpster. Val/Red doesn’t do more than fly by at least, good. Danny grumbling quietly, “you know, if we didn’t stick around alleyways for cleaned up time, we wouldn’t have to worry about that so much”.

Tuck crawling himself out, whisper hissing, “dude, we can’t leave your mess everywhere. The other ghosts are one thing, you’re different”. Sam only huffing and working a little more quickly on her stitch work, it looked like she was nearly done at least and fuck is he glad his pain tolerance could solidly kick ass these days.

Danny whisper hissing back, “I don’t see how? Even if my parents, so called ghost experts, stumbled upon this, how would they even tell my stuff from any persons or ghosts stuff? My folks aren’t nearly thorough enough to take literally millions of samples”.

Sam pausing a little, “don’t be stupid”.

“I’m not being stupid. Like yes I’m sure stumbling across massive messes and stuff would be very upsetting for the towns folk but people have gotten used to weirder. I mean, I’ve overshadowed Jason, like, eight times now and the guy isn’t even surprised anymore”.

Tuck, scrubbing the edge of a newspaper stand, chuckles, “okay yeah that guy has terrible luck with you, didn’t you also accidentally set his water heater on fire?”, shaking his head and looking underneath the newspaper stand, “and it’s less about people freaking out and more about them wondering why there’s freaking human blood mixed in with the ecto”.

Okay now Danny just goddamn confused. Glancing around at what little remained of the mess as well as looking his -slightly messy again- arm over without moving it, “the heck you talking about? Everything’s glowing, why would anyone think any of this was human”.

“Okay sure, yeah, your human blood glows too but it’s clearly human blood, man”.

“No? It’s not?”. Literally the only difference between ghost ectoplasm and human blood was wether or not it glowed. If his human blood glowed then how would literally anyone know its wasn’t ectoplasm unless they went around sampling literally every drop they could find. Even then if some traces of human blood showed up in an ecto sample it could just be written off as freaking transfer or whatever.

Sam looks up at him like he’s stupid, while grabbing out the wrapping, her pausing at Danny pretty clearly looking goddamn legit confused. “Danny... are you seriously saying you can’t see a difference between your ‘mess’ and everything else?”; she sounds actually worried about him.

Well that was concerning, is he not seeing something they are? Because of the half dead thing? Sure, obviously goddamn dying changed his body, like duh, but he’d like to think he didn’t really lose anything a fully living human had. Or maybe it was because of the life long ecto-contamination? Danny shaking his head results in Tuck rubbing towels in some of the mess in different spots and holding it up at him with a head tilt.

Okay Danny’s going to guess that the towels, or the mess that’s on them anyways, look different to the guy. Still don’t to Danny... “if you’re trying to ask me if I think those towels look different from each other or something, they don’t”, tilting his own head, “how the heck do they look different to you?”.

Tuck drops his arms and the towels right on the ground, fully gapping at him, “dude”.

“Okay now you’re starting to worry me. They’ve both got a glowing mess on them so obviously ecto, the glow is literally the only difference between ecto and blood”.

Sam buries her head in her hands and actually starts laughing, “oh- oh my zone- no, Danny. Oh- ha!”.

“Sam stop laughing, damn it, you’re gonna make me laugh and this should be serious”, Tuck snickers a little anyways before clearing his throat, “Danny, man, Zone, how can you not tell they’re two completely different colours”.

Danny blinking owlishly, “what”. Tuck just losing it at that, sitting on his ankles and laughing into his hands. Wait a minute, Danny blurting out, “are you saying I’m fucking colourblind and just didn’t goddamn notice?!!?”. How???

Tuck wheezes a little more while Sam struggles to contain herself and actually clamp Danny’s wrapping in place. Tuck walking over while fiddling on his pda, shoving it in his face, “okay okay, we, ha, should definitely make sure this isn’t a half-dead thing”, wiggling the pda. “So what numbers in the circle?”.

Danny blinks at the screen. Oh damn it, screw him. There’s no damn number at all, he is so totally colour blind. Groaning and rubbing the hand that isn’t attached to an injured arm down his face, “ugh”.

“Well?”.

Danny sighing, “it’s just a circle, dude. Fuck my half life”. Rubbing his face some more as both of them snicker at him mockingly but also clearly in pure goddamn surprise. Well, at least it wasn’t a dead thing. Yay? Dropping his hand and then using it to gesture at the somewhat still there mess, “so all of this doesn’t look all the same?”.

Tuck laughs, shaking his head and then snorting, “no, man. It’s mostly ectoplasm, which is green by the way. But there’s also splatters and swirls of your human blood, which is red”, he chuckles again, “those two colours are about as different as yellow and black”.

Danny winces, okay so it was noticeable. Shit. Sam patting his shoulder, “you’re patched and at least now I know why you suck at cleaning and were always so lax about it. You would be so screwed without us”.

Okay that Danny can’t help laughing at himself, “oh yeah! my blood and ecto mix would have gotten found out in a month!”.

“Try three days, you combative little shit”.

Danny absolutely sticks his tongue out at Sam for that, but watching his two friends get up and start cleaning the area again; occasionally shaking their heads in disbelief or snickering some more. At least they usually didn’t try and make him help since he was usually supposed to be spending his time healing aka not moving around a ton. Tuck actually left him his precious pda so Danny fiddles with it looking up random colourblindness tests.

…

He doesn’t seem to have any other issues but he fails every red/green one horrifically. Even the ‘super easy’ ones. The universe must really goddamn hate him to make him extremely colourblind but literally only to basically his own blood/ecto. Stupid body, stupid eyes. Wait, him blurting out, “holy shit does this mean that Vlad doesn’t have the same eye colour as me?!?”.

Both of them burst out laughing and fall over each other, smacking each other and random things. Tuck wheezing, “NO!”. Sam snickering, “oh that is too good! I mean it’s sad but ho!”.

Danny sticking his arms out to the side, pda cradled in his lap, “but that means we have literally nothing in common physically? Who would want a son that looks zero percent like them?!?!?”. Their laughter only gets louder and eventually he’s laughing again too.

“What is going on here?”.

All three still, still goddamn laughing though because shit you can’t just stop that shit on a dime. Danny snorts, coming up with something on the fly before Red -fuck is her outfit even actually red????- decides to start shooting him, “I, ha, am apparently fucking colour blind and, ha, these two citizens decided to absolutely lay into me for not realsing there was human blood here”.

“I just flew through here! I thought someone got hurt and was looking for them! You jerk!”, she actually sits down on her board, “so this is how I find out that the only other remotely decent sorta coworker in this town can’t tell if something blood or ectoplasm. Zone that’s stupid and I hate it”.

Danny snorting while Sam and Tuck continue making half assed laughter-fuelled attempts to clean. “What? You gonna give me a way to beep you in case I ever stumble upon a mess again?”, and chuckles to himself.

She groans loudly, “i hate that that’s a good idea”. Which makes Danny bark a loud laugh, “oh man is being fucking colour blind what gets Red to stop ridding my ass! Ha!”, clearing his throat and tilting his head at her in a way he hopes looks puppy-like, “is your suit even red? I will whole ass admit to thinking you picked your colour because the ecto blended into it”.

He can tell she’s staring at him, “I’m going to kill you a second time, Phantom”.

“Been there, tried that. Do something more original”.

Red goes from glaring bloody murder at Danny to looking at the teens who’ve basically cleaned everything, meaning that Val won’t realise the RED human blood had been glowing. “Will you two care if I end the town menace?”.

Sam glares but is still too amused for there to be any real bite to it, “this is the funniest shit I’ve ran into all week don’t you dare sully that”. Tuck just giving an agreeing thumbs up while snickering and wiping off a storm drain.

Red sighing, “that’s fair”, pointing aggressively at Danny, “it is red and ectoplasm does not blend in, zone I hate you”, gesturing at random bits of wall and ground, “now is there an injured person or not?”.

All three shaking their heads immediately, Tuck giving the crappy excuse of, “bad nose bleed plus sudden ghosts plus face-planting into a wall. I’m fine”.

Red scowl could be heard in her voice, “good, now I’m going to bed”, her moving to fly off with a grumbled, “my suit was supposed to remind him and the town of my human blood, stupid ghost jerk”.

Okay fine that is hilarious, eventually Tuck comes over and gives him a high five, “congrats on not getting shot”. Sam shakes her head, “I’m more impressed she’s chilled out even remotely”, pointing at both boys, “but you know that excuse will never work again, right?”.

Danny blinking and smirking, “so what you’re saying is I should start being super cautious and just constantly send photos of murky liquid for a colour check?”.

“As much as I have no problem with you filling my phone with gore, I don’t want the cops to one day question me about that”.

Tuck elbows her, “eh I can set up a fully secure time deletion. Start lowkey stealing all snapchats users after I release it on the masses”.

Danny stretching and swatting Tuck one, “that sounds like you’re attempting to take over the world big brother eye in the sky style”.

“I totally could”.

Sam rolling her eyes, “I don’t even disagree”, her glancing around before nodding to herself, “looks like we’ve dealt with everything. How’s the arm?”.

Danny gives the limb a shake before grinning, “healed as fast as ever. And no seepage on the bandages so no, you don’t need to redo it”.

She puts her hands on her hips, “i don’t think you should ever be the judge of that. But fine, I guess it looks fine. Meaning we should get outta here before someone changes their mind”.

“Yeah yeah yeah”, rubbing his neck, glancing around, and changing back human. Eyeing his arm for changes and shrugging when he doesn’t see any olive murky liquid, “is my blood always a weird mix of colours?”.

Tuck patting his shoulder as they all begin to move out of the alley, “yeah, hence why we always try to hide you or cover it all the time. Did you just think we were being weirdos?”.

Danny rubbing his neck and glancing around, “I mean, yeah? More overprotective than weird”. They both shake their heads and chuckle at him and his generally stupidity.

In the future Danny did absolutely become just as cautious of others seeing his blood as his friends were, much to their relief and amusement.

End.

Prompt: Danny is red-green colorblind. This never caused him much trouble before the accident, but now, well... It would have been nice to know beforehand that his blood was the wrong color.

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sierracolorstheworldofwords · 7 days ago

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The Witch

Sailing across a silent sky, the white barn owl perched in an old tree. He stuck out amongst the dead, withered leaves as he watched you stare at your window. Your jaw clenched at the sight of him, before your eyes traveled towards the wilting rose bush. The owl let out a recognizable call, yet you did not open the door as you usually would have.

Instead, you turned away and placed a kettle on the stove. Usually, you would have used magic for such a menial task, but there was something comforting about the familiar hiss of flames.

Autumn was dying, and winter crawled forward, yet you stood here to watch water boil. Steam rose from the gooseneck, and you heard the bubbles hissing inside despite your age.

Why did you stand here, when there was so much to do yet not enough time?

The back door slammed open, and a lilith blond stood glaring at you, white feathers scattered in his hair.

“You saw me, wicked witch! Why did you not answer?”

You looked towards the window and watched a petal fall like a drop of blood.

“The roses are dying,” you replied.

“What in labyrinth’s name do your stupid flowers have to do with manners? Now, in order to atone for the grief you’ve caused, I demand you to make a love potion at once!”

He used to be yours, once. It was when you were both younglings who didn’t know of rules– he chased you through snow coated woods, and you braided flowers into his hair. Then, magic was free. It was east to concoct love potions for whatever beauty he came to obsess over, or to make tonics for goblins and send black cats across the labyrinth for luck. Now? Oh, now.

Now, he didn’t even ask how you were doing.

How could you have been so foolish?

How could you still be?

“The roses are dying,” you repeated, “They’ll be gone before the end of autumn.” He rolled his eyes, “You cannot deny me– you’ve made such things before!” “Do you think the goblins will be alright when I’m gone?” “Gone?! Where the bloody hell are you going? You’re not stepping a foot outside of this house until I get a love potion!”

Your lips quivered. The kettle on the stove began to shriek, and you took it off.

It all made sense, now– why getting up most days was a herculean task, or why even simple things, such as turning a nose green, took so much energy. Why hadn’t you seen it? Had you been too vain? Or, rather, were your actions finally coming back to you? Was love killing you?

Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Love? Love that drove you to welcome him to your door even when he bared his teeth, love that drove you to harvest the bleeding hearts of nightingales underneath the full moon and now, here it lay, here it lay, with nothing but this in return.

“You know,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “You used to ask how I was doing.”

“I haven’t asked you that in ages– I thought we were beyond such questions! But, I will indulge you–”

“Forget it.” “You witches and your queer eccentricities!” he exclaimed, “Is that why you work with us? Is that why you keep welcoming my company?”

It was love that drove you to spill your secret about the roses. Yet, he didn’t even remember. He didn’t even care.

You set down the kettle.

“Get out.”

“What?” You snapped towards him, “I need to get busy! I have to prepare for winter! I don’t have time for foolish love potions! Do you know what must be done? I must call my apprentice and give her my cottage. Ingredients for pie and jam and cookies need to be prepped and– I’ve wasted enough time on you and your foolish whims on another beauty!”

You took a deep breath, only for the air in your throat to catch. Your lungs squeezed as you coughed. Your throat burned as if you breathed in smoke. Something lodged in your windpipe, thick and viscous, but you forced it down as you pushed him towards the door.

“Come back in three days, you foolish king!” you wheezed, slamming the door behind him.

From your lips, blood dripped onto the floor.

The Goblin King always found it wise to listen to your advice. It was one of the reasons he let you know his name, afterall. Though, he couldn’t quite remember the last time you called it, nor, now that he thought of it, the last time he called yours.

He scoffed, and settled onto his perch, awaiting invitation.

Usually, you opened the window for him, save for his last visit. Which was a very strange one, but you were a witch. So, he could excuse such things. Around him, dusk settled like a long thick blanket and leaves scattered in unseen breezes as black cats passed by with knowing, glowing eyes. He peered into your lit window, and you hovered above a cauldron on the stove. As always, bundles of dried herbs hung from the ceiling, and knick-knacks covered the cabinets and shelves. At the round, wooden table, a woman sobbed.

You turned to yell at her.

He tilted his head.

You always comforted him when he cried. So, why on earth would you yell at your beloved apprentice? Well, you never did what you were supposed to: leaving iron near the entrances, or turning your clothes inside out, and all the ridiculous things mortals did.

With an irritated screech, he flew to the door and opened it.

“Have you heard of knocking?!” you snapped.

“I couldn’t knock when you were berating a sobbing girl!”

“Oh yes you could! You just chose not to!” you turned towards the pink haired woman and slammed your finger onto the piece of paper on the table, “You are going to sign that, do you hear me? I have to get it notarized! The roses are dying, child!” “But–” the woman whimpered, “you can’t go–”

“What of my love potion?” Jareth asked.

“I’ll brew you one when I’m dead!”

The woman went silent. Her lips quivered.

Then, she began to wail.

You sent her a glare.

“I’m not dead yet! Now stop that crying or I’ll come back to haunt you and I’ll tell you one thing– my teacher did that to me and it was hell!”

The woman hiccuped and nodded, grabbing an old pen and signing her name. You grabbed a basket from the counter and pushed it into his hands. In it, lay glass bottles of various sizes. He rolled his eyes. Of course you brewed tonics.

“I asked for a love potion–” he began.

“You wouldn’t know what love was if it hit you like an iron skillet! Come back in three days! After that– well, come back if you want to see me.”

You glanced at the basket in his hands, and a strange look came over your eyes. Why did he wish to ask what was wrong? When was the last time he comforted you, his oldest and dearest friend?

“Come back for conversation, for old time’s sake,” you whispered.

When was the last time he’d done that? He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He didn’t care, even as your hands, bony and frail, lingered over his gloved fingers. He didn’t care, even as he looked at your eyes, and noticed the deep crows feet there, and the gauntness of your cheeks. You pulled away with a sigh.

“I have so much to do! Now, off with you, Goblin King! Come back in three days! I’ll have cookies for the goblins next time, and tell them to visit, while they can, and to not bother this house when I am gone.”

He nodded and left, as silent as a ghost.

Time was hard to keep track of, but he always managed with you. Dried, decaying rose petals surrounded him.

You told him something about them once, when you were both young. His eyebrows furrowed. What was it? Walking through the leaf strewn garden, he went to your backdoor once more, and squinted through the tinted glass. Weren’t you going to let him in? Did he have to open the door himself? Honestly, what a terrible host you were, making him wait! Why, you were right there, leaning against the sink and staring at the rose bush as if he weren’t waiting!

It was oddly silent. Your shoulders shook. You retched.

Gagging, you clawed at your throat as a large lump made its way upwards. Sickening gasps left you as you choked and began to wheeze.

“Witch?”

A ragged gasp strangled its way free and you turned to him with glassy, frantic eyes. The lump traveled past your lips and landed in the sink. He stepped closer. Across the kitchen counter, reddish chunks dried up. Coagulated, decaying sludge dripped past your lips, and upon closer examination, he realized you coughed up a mass of dying rose petals.

“Witch?” he asked again, like a scared babe, “Are you alright?”

Whimpering, you wiped your lips. Blood smeared across your face. His heart pounded. There was so much. Too much. What happened? Why did you not answer? Were you not the one he once shared secrets with and once he whispered lullabies to when you couldn’t sleep?

Once, once, he did those things.

Quietly, you grabbed the basket from the counter and handed it to him, speaking in a raspy voice, “That’s for the goblins, there’s enough in there for a decade. I couldn’t do more. I have so much to do before I go.”

He couldn’t look at you– his gaze wandered to the windowsill, where the plants you usually kept there lay. Instead, there were pots filled with rotten leaves. He turned towards the crystals he’d given you when he was just a foolish prince, and he turned towards the pots and pans that were far older than you both, and he lingered on the cauldron where you made him a love potion for the first time. You both fought when it didn’t work.

Once, before that, he would’ve come in to ask how you were doing. Or for cookies. You always made those. You, just like your tacky kitchen, barely changed.

“Wh–” he cleared the lump in his throat, “Where the bloody hell do you think you’re going? You can’t go anywhere! I forbid it!”

You glared at him, “Look at the roses, nitwit! You ungrateful, spoiled little–” you coughed, and sputtered up a stream of crimson blood.

There was so much blood. Blood, dripping from your lips and onto the sink. Blood, staining your fingers and the counter. Clumps of petals flew from your mouth as you tried to breathe. He clutched the basket in his shaking hands.

Once, he would’ve come in to just hear you talk. Or, to just bask in your company. Now, he only came for silly requests– cures, and ailments, but every time he swore he’d just stop in to just hear your voice, to just ask how you were. It wasn’t his fault you were– he threw the basket on the counter and ran towards the door, taking flight into the cold autumn night.

You watched him go, and the sounds of your cries followed him.

Usually, he was aware of time. He kept track of it. It was necessary. How else would he best humans at their games, or go to you? How else would he twist and turn it to his will?

So, this gaunt, twig-like creature could not be you. It did not have your hair, nor your eyes, or even your smile. It didn’t know the woman next to it, bawling silently. The creature turned towards him, and its lips pulled up in the way yours always did. It’s why he befriended you, you know, that smile. You always smiled when he came. He let out a nose when you pointed towards the window and beckoned him inside.

You couldn’t really be dying, could you?

This couldn’t be the last time you’d invite him inside, would it?

You beckoned once more, and this time, he came inside.

“Witch.”

“Another love potion?” you rasped, “because so help me, Jareth–”

“You oughtn't speak my name so freely–”

“I’m dying, fairy.”

He scowled at you. You grinned at him. He always hated you calling him that. With a shaky breath, you reached over and grasped his hand. Your lips warbled.

“It’s almost time for me to go,” you whispered, “Will you be alright?”

With a scoff, he rolled his eyes. Outside, the winds blew, causing rose petals to scour your back and front yard. He turned away from you, and opted to stare at the photographs you insisted on taking when the things were first invented. Why did his heart ache at the familiarity of it, youth?

You’d both been so young then, or at least younger, and you were the one thing that always grew but never changed. Was it because you weren’t a human, nor a goblin, but a witch?

Or did his heart ache because you always opened the door whenever he needed it?

Your hand reached upwards, towards his cheek. Somehow, it was still warm.

“You know, I could never resist you.” you let out a bitter, rattling laugh, “No matter how hard you resisted me.”

He turned towards you, away from the memories.

Tears slid down your cheeks, “I love you, Jareth.”

His eyes met yours. He felt something prick at them, and his vision grew misty. He was the confessor, the piner, the chaser! Yet, wasn’t it ironic, all of it? How now, you confessed, and how now, he knew what it felt like to be a runner standing at the entrance of a labyrinth, wishing to take back their words. His hand encased yours, and underneath your skin you pulse brimmed like a dying ember. Your breathing slowed, and your eyes went to the window, to where he could not follow.

You gasped for air. You were always so stubborn. Always.

You turned towards your apprentice, “I think it's time to open the window, dear.”

She nodded. You sighed and closed your eyes.

Outside, the snow fell.

Jareth waited. Your silly apprentice cried. You did not scold her. He reached towards your hand, only to find it cold and stiff. There was nothing there.

“Witch?” he whimpered.

There would be no more dances underneath the winter’s moon and you would not bake cookies nor brag about how you turned a child into a toad.

“Witch?”

Falling to his knees, he cradled your face. He pinched your cheeks– which you always hated! Nothing. Nothing! His breathing quickened. There would be no more, no more– you would not insist on posing for a photograph with him, nor on braiding his hair, nor beg to take the goblins trick-or-treating, even if the Jack-o-lanterns scared them silly! Never, never– how could he have been so foolish, so stupid? He slapped your cheek.

“Wake up!” he cried, shaking you, “Wake up!”

“They’re gone,” your apprentice whispered, and reached over to close your eyes.

“(Y/n),Wake up!”

Who sobbed now? Was it him?

How could he forget about the rosebush? How could he forget the tale of your mother bargaining with it in order to save your life? He pressed his forehead against yours. What did those humans matter now? What did his goblins? His body wracked with sobs, and he realized that it was gone, all that time.

Time? He blinked.

Time! Time! Did he not have the power to do so? He rearranged it constantly! Both here and within the labyrinth.

He closed your eyes and breathed in. His tears trailed upwards, a hand flickered in his vision and opened your eyes. The window closed, the window opened. Leaves flew back onto the trees and the sun began to follow the moon. Saplings sunk back into the ground and wishes were un-whispered, regrets forgiven. On and on, the world, bending, flowing. He flickered, you flickered, like a shadow, a fire, a flame. Out of the bed, gone into the kitchen, over and over again, yet somehow staying in place. When did he ask for that stupid potion? A fine spring day… a– why, it was the day you first turned a child into a toad! And the air smelt of flowers and wet earth!

He stopped. He stood in your backyard now. Birds twittered, and the trees glowed like emeralds. He ran to the roses. They did not wilt. You awaited by the window, smiling. He ran.

Slamming open the door, he smiled, “How was your day today?”

You gasped happily, clasping your hands together, “You won’t believe what I did!”

“What?”

“I turned a child into a toad!”

This time, he did not ask for a love potion.

Instead, he sat at the kitchen table, rested his hand upon his cheek and let you regale him with your tale.

#fan fiction #jareth the goblin king #labyrinth 1986 #x reader #my writing #goblin king #jareth x reader #fan fic #goblin king x reader #reader insert

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hippolotamus · 1 year ago

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Fuck It Friday

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @daffi-990 @steadfastsaturnsrings ... in true Fuck It spirit this is neither on Friday or very PG. I was very inspired by my wife @disasterbuckdiaz's snippet and this kinda spilled out.

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“You’re overthinking again. If you want to – and I’m pretty sure you do,” Eddie whispers, tracing his thumb along Buck’s lower lip, “I can help with that.”

Eddie’s fingers trace along Buck’s jawline until they settle on his shoulder where they fit perfectly, his thumb nestled into the divot of Buck’s collarbone. A space that may as well have been marked Property of Eddie Diaz when Buck was born.

“Y-you can?” Buck’s eyelids flutter closed, but he quickly forces them open again, not wanting to miss anything Eddie’s doing.

Eddie presses a featherlight kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth, first one side then the other, another to his cheekbone, until finally he’s right next to Buck’s ear, his voice low and sweet like the symphony of chirping grasshoppers and glowing fireflies in summer. “You know I can, sweetheart. Because I know you, and what you need right now. How your beautiful brain is so jumbled with thoughts you don’t know which one to turn to next. How you’re wishing they would all disappear. How badly you want someone else to take control. Because you could distract yourself, but you and I both know it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying.”

Eddie kisses the hinge of Buck’s jaw, sending a shower of sparks racing down his spine, chasing after the offer Eddie’s delivering on a silver platter. “But I need you to tell me. Do you think you can do that, baby?”

“F-fuck, Eddie. Yeah. Yes.”

“Yes?” Eddie purrs. “Yes, what? Yes, you can tell me what you need? Yes, you want me to take you apart and put you back together? Or yes, you want me to fuck you so thoroughly you don’t remember your own name?”

Jesus Christ. “All of that, Eds. God, everything. Want everything with you,” Buck babbles.

Eddie pulls him in for a devastating, earth shattering kiss that would make Buck weak in the knees if he wasn’t already. His lips part when Eddie’s tongue teases at the seam, letting their tongues slide together. But then Eddie tears himself away and Buck whines, trying to chase after him.

“Shhh, shh, shh. Just wait, it’s okay.” Eddie strokes Buck’s cheek, soothing his impatience. “Can you be a good boy for me?”

The words hit Buck with a force heavier than a tsunami wave, more intense than a bolt of lightning. He can’t help the way he immediately feels gooey and pliant, ready to obey.

“Yes, sir. S’good. Can be so good.” Buck preens at the way Eddie’s breath hitches on the word sir. He feels like he’s been infused with sunshine and starlight, so happy he’s done something to please Eddie.

“Stand still. Right here. No matter what, okay? Not a muscle unless I tell you.”

Buck nods eagerly.

“Words, darlin’.” Eddie’s drawl coats every syllable, unexpected but reassuring, and Buck wants to fucking live in it. Wants to wrap the honeyed intonation around himself like a second skin and never leave. “I need words.”

“Yes, sir. Won’t move. Promise.”

Eddie hums in delight, taking a step back, just enough to create a pocket of space. He gathers the hem of Buck’s polo and lifts, silently commanding Buck to follow. Buck does, willingly, raising his arms for Eddie to complete his task. Eddie tosses it to the side then bites the tip of his thumb, walking in a slow circle, surveying.

Buck casually wonders if this is how sculptures feel. Pieces put out in the world for public consumption. He would gladly stand here as long as Eddie wants him to, would allow Eddie to caress and carve and smooth him into an ideal shape.

The sound of Eddie’s footsteps stop somewhere behind him, replaced by fingers fidgeting with buttons that make a quiet clack when the shirt hits the floor. Then there is only a maddening, heavy silence, leaving no indication of how close Eddie might be. Buck can’t detect his breathing, but knows Eddie – his partner – is still there.

Sweet relief washes over him as Eddie wraps himself around Buck, hands sliding over his pecs and down the ridge of his abs, a blazing line of heat where Eddie’s chest presses against his back. Buck imagines, if he were to look, their bare skin would glow everywhere it touches. Two celestial beings burning bright and hot like stars in the night sky.

Silent signals traverse between them like radio waves. Communications in the form of every one of Eddie’s touches and breaths fanning across the line of his neck, the shell of his ear, the point where the two meet. It’s something Buck supposes was inevitable. Eddie knows him in every other way. It’s not impossible to believe he knows this too. That Eddie would already be attuned to the ways Buck’s body reacts, the precise frequency of how he craves Eddie. Maybe it’s more obvious than Buck suspects. An aura of overwhelm and too much and too in his head that manifests as a primal, visceral need to submit. He wouldn’t be surprised to learn it radiates off of him in shades of sage, twilight, silver and violet.

Eddie’s fingers skim outward, along the vee of Buck’s torso, over his wrists, trailing through coarse arm hair, up to the bend of Buck’s elbows. Buck wants to turn around, wants to capture Eddie’s mouth in a filthy kiss, wants to see the molten desire turning chocolate brown irises to nearly pure black. But that’s not what Eddie told him to do. Eddie had very specific instructions. And Buck is rather inclined to listen. He told Eddie he would be good for him. And he will. He wants to, more than anything.

“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, planting kisses like tiny flowers along the line of Buck’s shoulders. As if Buck is a wild, abandoned patch of earth that Eddie believes can grow something beautiful and transformative. Because, to Buck, Eddie couldn’t do anything less. He would never be capable of making something unsightly or unpleasant, even with Buck as a starting point.

#remember kids #do as i say not as these two do with their vastly under negotiated (read: not all negotiated or discussed) kinks #and consent is *always* important #fuck it friday #unfortunately i have no idea when i'll do more with this #my brain is not super accommodating to sexy thoughts atm #i'm just lucky my gorgeous wife helps things along #fic: i light the match to taste the heat #idek how this many words came out tbh #hippo writes #buddie wip

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iamfruitie · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day 8

Biting - Noist (Vampire!AU)

Host let out an exhausted sigh as he sat in his desk chair, having accomplished enough today that he couldn’t even recall everything he had done. What he did know was that his legs ached, and there were still things he could finish before officially calling it a night.

“Host?”

And speaking of Night.

“Afternoon.” Host greeted, sighing deeper when hands were on his shoulders, massaging the knots away.

“It’s evening, my owl.” Night corrected.

“Is it really?” Host groaned. He didn’t think he lost that much time. Apparently, some tasks took longer than he assumed.

“I’m normally not here until the sun has set.” Night reminded.

“You’re right. Although, if you’re just now arriving, it’s not that far into the evening. Maybe I could still get something…done...” Host’s voice trailed when Night’s hands started wandering down to squeeze his chest.

“I’m hungry~” Night practically purred, pressing a kiss to Host’s neck. “Would you mind if I had a quick bite to eat?” He had his hands going down further and further, grinning at Host shivering. “I love how excited you get about this.” Night lightly teased, hands moving again to push Host’s jacket off his shoulders.

“I just like ensuring that you aren’t malnourished.” Host protested, tilting his head and letting out a heavy breath at Night’s tongue dragging across his neck.

“If it makes you feel better, we’ll say that’s the reason.” Night was back to trailing his touch down his mate's body. “But you have to admit you love the benefits that come from it.” He started unbuckling Host’s belt.

“I must confess that the…effects are certainly a lovely bonus.” Host was slightly embarrassed that he was nearly panting, feeling those sharp fangs grazing against his skin.

Leave it to the literal vampire to help Host discover his fondness for being bitten.

“And you loving those effects makes you taste even sweeter.” Night hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Host’s pants and boxers. He paused, his silent way of double-checking that he had permission, and Host answered in his own silent way by lifting his hips. There were times it felt like those two could have entire conversations with just subtle touches. Night tugged down and grinned at seeing Host already hard from just the promise of a bite. “You really are my favorite human.”

“I better be.” Host guided one of Night’s hands to go under his shirt and pushed it up to his chest, showing off more of his body.

“My favorite human that makes me so hungry in so many ways.” Night groaned at the addicting sight of Host’s skin, how there were faded marks he had created himself, and definitely now had plans to add more after his snack. “Are you ready?” He asked, wrapping his hand around Host’s cock and slowly going from base to tip, repeating the movement over and over.

“Bite me.” Host’s voice dropped to the deeper, demanding tone he would use with others to get them to listen, and that same sound always got Night to growl with excitement.

Without missing a beat, Night sank his fangs into Host’s neck, getting a good and low moan in response. He kept his hand going, moving it faster as he took his sweet time getting his fill of blood. Host moaned again, a hand going up to grip Night’s hair, and he bucked his hips, trying to chase after the contrasting pleasures. Night pulled his fangs out after he knew he’d had enough blood but did bite down on a different part of Host’s neck, growling again when that got him a tug on his hair. He pressed his lips to Host’s ear and whispered:

“After I make you cum, I’m going to fuck you until that honey-like voice of yours is gone.” Night bit Host one more time after making that promise. He chuckled into the skin when that was enough to send Host over the edge already, cumming with Night’s name on his tongue. “You really do enjoy my teeth, don’t you?”

“Oh, hush and take me to bed.”

“Yes, sir~”

#kinktober #kinktober 2024 #nsft #noist #vampire!au

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lulublack90 · 9 months ago

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Prompt 7 - Phase

@jegulus-microfic March 7 Word count 727

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24 hours earlier -

James was reading up on everything he could find on Basilisk's and other magical serpents. When an owl appeared tapping on his bedroom window, he let it in, instantly recognising the squat little owl as Peter’s. A wave of guilt hit him. He hadn’t seen Peter in weeks. He’d been so wrapped up in taking care of Sirius and worrying about Regulus and Remus he hadn’t spared much thought for his other friend.

He took the note from the owl.

Hey James,

Long time no see. I’ll be at Cups and Saucers Tea Room in Diagon Alley at 4 pm if you’re around and fancy a catch-up.

Send a note back with Jupiter.

Peter

James hated that stuffy little tea room, but it was one of Peter’s favourites, and they didn’t go there often. He quickly scrawled an answer for Jupiter to take back and went back to his reading, looking forward to seeing his friend.

At five to four, he apparated into Diagon Alley and walked the short distance to the tea room. It was a narrow storefront with an absurdly large spinning cup and saucer on the front above the door.

James pushed the door and entered. A delicate bell tinkled as the door knocked against it, and a bored young witch stepped out from behind a curtain and greeted him with a dull monotone.

“Welcome to Cups and Saucers. How many in you’re party?”

“Er—two. I don’t know if my friend is here already.” He tried to peer around the host, but she unhelpfully blocked the entrance into the tea room.

“Right this way, sir,” She droned and turned, leading him to a small two-person table.

“James,” Peter called from the opposite corner.

“Oh, that’s my friend over there.”

“Whatever.” The bored witch had already wandered away back to her curtain. James went to sit at Peter’s table.

“I hope you don’t mind. I just ordered the afternoon tea and thought it would be easier. It has a really nice selection of sandwiches and cakes.” Peter chatted excitedly. James gave him a wide smile.

“Sure, Pete, sounds great.”

They didn’t have to wait long before their order was brought out by the bored witch.

“Here you go, enjoy boys.” She beamed before skipping back into the kitchens.

“Wait, what?” James looked towards the curtain and the kitchen door. Her strange behaviour didn’t seem to phase Peter at all.

“Twins,” Peter said as he helped himself to a cucumber sandwich. “So, how’s things? How’s your mum?”

“Oh, you know as well as we can be with a war on.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Mum’s fine, misses you. You should pop in and see her when you’re free.”

“Yeah, I miss her too. I’ll try and see her soon.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while while they made their way through the food.

They talked about pranks they’d pulled at Hogwarts and memories from when they were even younger before they’d met the others, and it was just James and Peter. Peter seemed to want to talk about those times more and kept steering them back to those memories whenever James brought up Sirius or Remus.

“Remember when we used your mum’s best tea set to collect frog spas from the pond? I thought she was going to disown you.” Peter laughed, spraying crumbs from his lips.

“Yeah, she’s never quite forgiven me for that one. She has to keep it turned the other way in the cupboard so she can’t see the chip in the lid.”

The cheery witch came out with their bill once they’d finished, and James paid for everything, refusing Peter’s pleas to at least let him pay half.

“No, no, my treat.” James insisted. He added a couple of extra Galleons as a tip, hoping to make the hostess smile.

They were just putting their coats and scarves on when Peter casually said.

“How’s Sirius doing? Not checked in with him for a while.”

“Oh, he’s fine. Bit bored, but he’s fine.” It was only after the words left his mouth that James realised what he’d done.

“That’s good. I’ll have to find some time to go see him and Remus as well.” He chuckled. James didn’t think the smile quite reached his eyes but shook off that feeling. It was only Peter, after all.

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capturethechaos · 1 year ago

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Request - hammering on their neighbor's door to make them turn off the music since it's 3 am | “call me when you get home, so i know you’re safe.”

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Warnings - Jake is a bit of a jackass, but other than that it's pure fluff ♡

You had stopped wishing for silence.

There was no use in praying for quiet to come.

The last couple hours had been hell. While you were getting ready for bed, you didn’t mind the sound, but as you tucked in beneath your comforter, all you could focus on was the obnoxiously loud music coming from the other side of your bedroom wall.

The twins.

You had been living next to the twins for just under a year. In that time, you had come to enjoy their company. They were always kind when you passed one another in the hall, they offered to help move your new couch into your apartment for you a couple weeks after you moved in, they were nice enough guys. The only issue is that, while the three of you all seemed to be night owls, the twins could be a little less aware of how loud they get in the wee hours of the morning.

It was a blind quest, reaching across your bed sheets until your fingers found the cool surface of your bedside table, and helplessly moving your hand around until you found your phone. It took a few seconds to unlock, and a few more for you to scroll through your texts to find a specific contact.

It had been about a week since the last time you had texted Josh, but you couldn’t help but smile at the last text you had received from him.

You spent the next minute slowly typing out a message, unsure of whether or not he was even awake as you pressed send.

It was like waiting for a storm to pass. Simply laying in bed staring at your ceiling and waiting for the loud noise to quiet so that you could finally rest… but as you watched fifteen minutes pass, you reached the breaking point of your patience. Your body ached to finally relax, tensing in retaliation as you slid out from beneath your blankets.

You took a moment to appreciate how much quieter it was as you stepped out into the apartment hallway, a few more walls dampening the sound of his music, before making the short trip to his front door and banging on in loud enough for him to hear it over his music. Your irritability had reached a peak, and as you lifted your fist to bang on the door again, you heard the lock click, and it slowly opened.

It seemed each of you was surprised by the other's appearance. Very rarely did you see Jake in what you had deemed ‘normal person clothes’ also known as a tee shirt and sweatpants, or jeans. Usually he was sauntering around wearing linen pants and a button up shirt that would have maybe two buttons done up. The slow roll of his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes drank in your appearance not only gave you an inkling of what was passing through his head in that moment, but also brought your attention to the fact that you were not, in fact, wearing a bra beneath the ratty tee shirt you had worn to bed. You could only thank your past self for choosing to wear shorts to bed.

“Can you, uh…” You watched the way his lips sat in a borderline smug grin, watching you try to form a coherent sentence. “Can you turn your music down, please.”

He hummed, leaning against the doorframe and locking his gaze with your own. “And why would I do that?”

Your eyes rolled, and a yawn pushed its way out of you. “Because it's three am, and I would like to go to sleep.”

“Well then, by all means.” Jake leaned forward a bit, gesturing back towards the door of your apartment. “Go to sleep.”

“Are you going to turn down your music?” The question was genuine, and though you were fighting to keep it together, it did come across a tad pleading.

His lips curled into a smirk, “Of course, princess.”

You watched as he slowly lifted his weight from the door and began to slide it shut. Only once you had turned away from the door did he speak again. “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

When you turned to glare at him, you were met with the smug expression once again on his face, and before you could say anything he just winked at you and closed the door.

The absence of sound when you returned to your bedroom was a pleasant outcome, and you quickly found yourself curled back beneath the covers of your bed, nuzzling into the cool pillows beneath your head, hearing only the faintest of humming from Jake’s music on the opposite side of the wall. You were freefalling into the depths of sleep, on the very brink of finally falling asleep… until that insignificant hum of music got louder, pulling you away from your relaxed state. Once again, you had to blindly search for your phone, peeling only one eye open to look at your screen as you pulled up Jake's contact and pressed the ‘call’ button. Your one open eye slowly blinked shut as you listened to the dial tone ringing…

Once.

Twice.

“Well hello, princess. Took a while for you to call, I was starting to worry.”

You could hear the smile on his lips from just the way he was speaking, you did not offer the same in response, instead you kept your head pressed into your pillow as you parted your lips to speak. “You said you were going to turn your music down.”

There was an extended beat of silence before he finally replied. “Did I? I thought I imagined that conversation.”

“Would you like me to come bang on your door again? I can't promise I'll be this polite.” Your words may have still been muddled, but your attitude remained clear all the same.

A low chuckle accompanied his words. “Don't threaten me with a good time, princess.”

The conversation fell quiet, and slowly you could hear the volume of his music turning up, both from the speaker of your phone, and the other side of the wall. You had slid out of your bed and walked back out into the apartment hallway before you were aware of what you were doing, and within seconds of your hand smacking against Jake’s front door, he was cracking it open.

It was barely open enough to see him, offering you just a sliver of his profile as he peeked through the open space. “What do you need? I’m in the middle of a very important call.”

You realized then that you had never hung up, and quickly looked down at your phone, disconnecting from the call before allowing a sigh to escape from your lips. “Please, Jake. I beg of you, just turn it down. Tomorrow is my day off and I really wanted to get a good night's sleep.”

He let out a long breathy sigh, a barely audible ‘fuck’ slipping from his lips. Jake pulled the door open, properly standing in front of you and looking you in the eyes. “Sorry... I'll shut it all off, you get some rest.”

You mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ before turning and shuffling back into your apartment. You buried yourself in your comforter one last time, and finally your body succumbed to the need for slumber, pulling you into a deep sleep.

When you finally woke up, you found that Jake had texted you not long after you had gotten into bed for the final time in the early hours of the morning.

Your phone remained unlocked, open on his text for your viewing as you made your way into your bathroom. It stayed open as you brushed your teeth, wondering what he had in mind by ‘let me make it up to you?’... and it was still up as you washed your face, trying to figure out what to say in response.

Eventually you were cleansed, and you decided it was about time to reply.

You caught the moment the message turned from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’, and watched the three little bubbles pop up, then disappear, and pop up again in a repetitive loop for almost the entirety of the time it took for you to put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

It took a moment for your brain to digest the message, the single word response leading to a staggering trail of questions you could ask in return.

You could picture him lounging on their unnecessarily large, but admittedly very comfortable couch, an eyebrow cocked as he awaited your reply.

A breathy laugh escaped you as you walked out of your apartment, taking the short stroll down the hall to his front door and knocking. The door slowly opened, revealing an offended looking Jake standing behind it, already opening his mouth to speak as his eyes lock on your own. “We both know I can cook… you’ve said it yourself that I’m a good cook-”

You nudged your way past him, shuffling into his apartment and making a b-line for the kitchen. He followed close behind bumping into you when you came to a sudden stop at the small island. “I’m the one that made you that lasagna for your birthday, you seemed to enjoy it.”

“Jesus, Jake.” You spun around and slowly placed your hands on his shoulders. “I never doubted that you could make eggs benedict. I’ve just had too many people not know how to make it, so I have a negative bias against homemade eggs benny.”

You watched as Jake let out a deep breath, and his expression quickly switched from pensive to confused. “So no one has ever made you good eggs benedict?”

The shake of your head drew a low whistle from his lips, and he swiftly moved around you, opening the door to his fridge and pulling out ingredients. “I’m gonna change that.”

You made your way around the island, pulling your phone from your pocket as you slid onto a barstool. “Don’t get my hopes up too high, Jake. It’ll just make it hurt more if you end up making really bad eggs benedict.”

You felt your phone buzz as you placed it on the countertop, and as you opened your messages to read the text, Jake chose to speak up. “Get your hopes up as high as you’d like, princess, I’m gonna blow your mind.”

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