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writingforstraykids · 5 months ago

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Always back to you - Pt.6

Pairing: Minho x male!Reader

Word Count: 3477

Summary: Minho and you spend your first night together. The next morning you accompany him to pick up Minjun. Feeling like a part of their family gets easier with each day as they show you how much they love you.

Warnings/Tags: bottom!reader, top!min, smut, fluff, domestic shit, found family

A/N: We've unofficially reached the end but please, if there's anything you'd like me to write for this story please let me know! Little Minjun has grown close to my heart🖤 So if you'd be interested in anything even a little further in their life (first day at school, first visit at Minho's parents', bits of Chanlix being Minjun's uncles, more Min x Ynnie bits etc.) please let me know in the comments or send in an ask🖤🖤

PART FIVE

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Minho’s touch is skilled, a perfect blend of tender and assured, driven by his desire to bring you comfort and pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, seeking confirmation and encouragement, his own desire mirrored in the deepening blush of your cheeks.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His fingertips trace patterns along the waistband of your trousers that leave you breathless.

“More than okay,” you manage to reply, your voice a whisper caught between sighs. The room fills with the sound of your intertwined breaths, a testament to the closeness that both of you cherish.

Minho’s movements become more purposeful. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your jawline as he watches the effects of his actions reflected in your expressions. The world narrows down to the shifting shadows cast by the dim light, the soft bedding beneath you, and the man who has come to mean so much. He has barely touched you, and you’re already melting into a puddle. How the hell would you survive this?

Your clothes slowly meet the floor, and your breath hitches at the sight of him in only his boxers. You've seen him changing clothes often before but not like this, not with the promise of so much more.

As Minho’s touch becomes a dance of desire and adoration, his lips press tender kisses across the expanse of your bare shoulder, moving slowly with a deliberate tenderness that sends shivers cascading down your spine. Each kiss is a note played on the very strings of your soul, coaxing a harmonious melody that resonates with the heat building within the depths of your being.

"Is this okay?" he whispers again, his breath warm against the curve of your neck, his voice roughened with the weight of his need yet threaded with an underlying current of concern for your comfort. You nod, incapable of forming words, your heart pounding a fierce rhythm against your ribs. His lips trail higher, exploring the line of your jaw before capturing your mouth in a kiss filled with promises and whispers of the night yet to unfold.

Encouraged by your response, Minho's hands become more assured, mapping the contours of your body with a reverence that speaks of deep-seated desire tinged with awe. His fingertips glide over your skin, tracing the rise and fall of each breath, the soft valleys, and the delicate peaks, learning the texture and warmth of you. Each touch is a word in the language only the two of you speak, a language of sighs, touches, and looks that bind and weave your desires together.

His gaze never strays from yours, dark eyes locked onto the expressions flitting across your face. He reads each one, seeking affirmation and delving deeper into the shared pool of rising passion. The air between you thickens with unsaid words and the tangible presence of your mutual longing. Every caress, every kiss, is a step deeper into the realm where only you and Minho exist, suspended in a cocoon of warmth and soft light.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, voice laden with emotion, as his hands wander with more purpose, his touch sparking fires along paths previously untouched. The room fades away, the world beyond the soft, dim confines of your shared space ceasing to exist. There's only the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his kisses, and the sound of your combined breaths, a symphony of intimate connection.

Minho’s movements grow more confident, each touch and kiss a stroke of artistry from a lover skilled in the nuances of pleasure. His lips worship your skin, setting every nerve alight with anticipation and yearning for the crescendo you both know is yet to come.

With each moment, you guide his hands, showing him the places where your body sings at the slightest touch, instructing him through whispered breaths and gentle nudges. He kisses you deeply as he pours some lube into his hand, reaching down between your bodies and letting you guide him. You bite your lower lip hard as his fingers trace their way down to your hole, moaning quietly as he pushes one finger inside. Minho watches your face in awe as he works you open with his fingers, slowly stretching you out for more.

“Minho,” you moan softly, biting your lower lip hard. Your voice carries a mix of need and pleasure, and he responds with a look of pure adoration. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his fingers still working with meticulous care and increasing fervor.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the electrifying sensations coursing through you. His praise makes your heart flutter, and you feel a surge of confidence and comfort in his touch.

His fingers continue their gentle yet insistent exploration, and you can feel the tension within you building to an almost unbearable point. The room is filled with the sounds of your mutual breaths, soft gasps, and whispered names, creating an intimate symphony that pulls you closer together.

Minho’s other hand remains on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he leans down to kiss you again, this time with a fierceness that leaves you breathless. You arch into him, your body seeking his with an urgency that mirrors the fire in his eyes.

As he carefully adds another finger, you gasp into his mouth, the sensation a perfect blend of fullness and stretch. He takes his time, ensuring you are comfortable and well-prepared; every movement a testament to his care and dedication.

When he finally deems you ready, he withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving you with a sense of loss that is quickly replaced by anticipation. He shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours, silently asking for permission and reassurance.

You nod, the gesture small but filled with all the trust and desire you hold for him. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your knee before lining himself up. The initial push is slow and steady, Minho’s face etched with concentration as he moves carefully, allowing you to adjust to the sensation.

Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp at the fullness, the delicious stretch that borders on too much but never quite crosses the line. He pauses, giving you time to acclimate, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. The sincerity in his words wraps around you like a warm blanket, and you relax, opening up to him even more.

With each gentle thrust, Minho pushes deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring that every moment is filled with pleasure and connection. The two of you move in harmony, a dance of bodies and hearts that transcends the physical.

As the rhythm between you builds, the intensity grows, and soon, you are both lost in a haze of pleasure, the world outside disappearing entirely. The sound of your combined moans and gasps fills the room, a symphony of shared ecstasy that binds you closer with every passing second. Minho's hands find yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you in this moment of pure connection.

His thrusts grow more confident, each one driving you higher, and you meet him with equal fervor, your bodies moving in perfect sync. The sensation of his skin against yours, the heat and friction, sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself drawing closer to the edge with each movement.

“Minho,” you whisper his name like a prayer, your voice laced with longing and love. He responds with a deep, soulful kiss, his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The world narrows down to this single point of connection, the ebb and flow of your bodies, the raw intensity of your shared desire.

As the pleasure builds to a crescendo, you cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you feel the wave of release approaching. He senses it too, his movements becoming more urgent, more deliberate, driving you both towards that inevitable peak.

“Let go,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse with his own need. “I’m here. Let go.”

With those words, you surrender completely, the world around you dissolving into a blinding rush of sensation as you finally tip over the edge. Your release crashes over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under, and you cry out his name, the sound echoing in the intimate space of your room.

Minho follows you into that abyss of pleasure, his own climax hitting him hard. He holds you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The two of you remain entwined, riding out the aftershocks together, your breaths mingling in the heady aftermath.

Slowly, the world begins to come back into focus, and you find yourself cradled in Minho’s arms, his body still pressed close to yours. He presses soft, lingering kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, a silent promise of love and devotion.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. His eyes search yours, seeking any sign of discomfort or regret.

You smile, a warm, contented feeling spreading through you. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with the quiet satisfaction of having shared something profound and beautiful with him.

He smiles back, his eyes shining with love and relief. “Good,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Because I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Minho,” you whisper, the words carrying all the depth of your feelings for him. The two of you lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten in the glow of your shared intimacy.

In that moment, there is only you and Minho, bound together by love, trust, and the unspoken promise of many more moments like this to come.

The next morning arrives with a soft glow filtering through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room. Minho stretches beside you, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull you closer. You both share a few moments of quiet intimacy before the responsibilities of the day pull you from the comfort of the bed.

After getting ready, you both head out to pick up Minjun from the studio. The drive is filled with soft music and easy conversation, the previous night's closeness still lingering in the air between you.

Upon arriving at the studio, you find Chan sitting on a couch with Minjun comfortably settled on his lap. Minjun is wearing a baby chicken sweater, the hood pulled up over his head, which you recognize as a gift from Felix, he showed you a few days ago. His small form is nestled against Chan, who is gently talking to him.

Minho smiles at the sight, his heart swelling with affection. He approaches quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. "Morning, Channie," he greets softly, his eyes twinkling with warmth.

Chan looks up, a grin spreading across his face. "Morning, Min. Hey, Y/n," he adds, nodding towards you. Minjun's head perks up at the sound of his father's voice, and a wide smile spreads across his face.

"Daddy!" Minjun exclaims, scrambling off Chan's lap and running towards Minho. Minho crouches down, catching his son in a tight hug.

"Hey, buddy," Minho says, his voice filled with love. "Did you have a good time with Uncle Chan and Uncle Felix?"

Minjun nods enthusiastically. "Yes! We had so much fun! Look at my sweater!" He points proudly to the baby chicken sweater, the hood adorably framing his face.

Minho chuckles, ruffling Minjun's hair. "You look great, buddy. Uncle Felix has good taste."

Felix enters the room just then, carrying a tray of drinks. "Did I hear my name?" he asks with a playful smirk.

"Yeah, we were just admiring your choice in sweaters," Minho replies with a grin.

Felix laughs, setting the tray down and handing out drinks. "Well, Minjun makes everything look good."

As the adults settle into a comfortable conversation, Minjun crawls back onto Chan's lap, content to be surrounded by his family. The room is filled with warmth and laughter, a testament to the strong bonds that have formed among all of you.

After a while, Minho glances at you, his eyes softening. "Ready to head home, love?"

You nod, smiling at the sight of Minjun snuggled up with Chan. "Yeah, let's go."

Minho gently lifts Minjun from Chan's lap, the boy wrapping his arms around his father's neck. "Say bye-bye," Minho prompts.

"Bye, Uncle Chan! Bye, Uncle Felix!" Minjun says, waving happily.

"Bye, Minjun. We'll see you soon," Chan replies with a smile.

Felix ruffles Minjun's hair one last time. "Take care, little buddy."

As you walk out of the studio, Minjun babbling happily about his sleepover, you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The challenges and uncertainties that once seemed so daunting now feel manageable with Minho and Minjun by your side. The morning sun shines brightly, promising a future filled with love and togetherness.

Minho's long day at work ended as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city. He arrived home exhausted, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the day's stress. The moment he walked through the door, his eyes lit up upon seeing you. Without a word, he dropped his bag and strode towards you, a tired but affectionate smile playing on his lips.

You opened your arms, and Minho immediately straddled your lap, his forehead pressing against yours. "Hey," he murmured, his voice heavy with fatigue. His back ached from hours of sitting and working, and you could see the weariness etched into his features.

"Hey," you replied softly, your hands automatically finding their way to his back. You started to massage his stiff muscles, your fingers kneading the knots that had formed over the course of the day. Minho let out a quiet moan, his head falling onto your shoulder as he relaxed into your touch.

"That feels so good," he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. You continued to work on his back, your movements slow and deliberate, aiming to provide as much relief as possible. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of Minho's contentment and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Minho's body gradually became heavier against yours, and you realized he was falling asleep. His quiet moans turned into soft, rhythmic breaths as he succumbed to his exhaustion. You smiled, feeling a sense of fulfillment in being able to comfort him after his long day.

Not long after, you heard the sound of small footsteps padding across the floor. Minjun, your little boy, appeared from his room, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. His eyes widened when he saw his father asleep on your lap, and a look of curiosity crossed his face.

"Daddy's sleepy?" Minjun asked in a hushed voice, his gaze shifting from Minho to you.

"Yes, he had a long day at work," you explained softly. "Come here, sweetheart."

Minjun climbed onto the couch, nestling himself against your side. You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Minho's head remained on your shoulder, his breathing even and peaceful. Minjun snuggled closer, resting his head on your chest. The three of you sat there, a picture of familial warmth and love.

Time seemed to stand still as you held both of them, your heart swelling with affection. Eventually, you knew you had to move. Gently, you shifted Minho's weight, careful not to wake him. You managed to stand up, cradling Minho in your arms. He stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into sleep. “Come on, buddy.”

You carried him to your bedroom, laying him down on the bed with as much care as possible. Just as you were about to step back, Minho's arms shot out, pulling you down onto the bed beside him. He was still half-asleep, but his grip was surprisingly strong.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "Need you here."

You chuckled softly, unable to resist his sleepy plea. "Alright, I'm here."

Minho's hold on you loosened slightly, but he kept you close, his body seeking the comfort of your presence even in sleep. You snuggled into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt a deep sense of contentment.

Minjun followed you into the bedroom, his small figure climbing onto the bed and curling up next to Minho. You reached out, gently running your fingers through Minjun's hair. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your family breathing in sync, a harmonious lullaby that soothed your soul.

In the quiet moments that followed, you found yourself reflecting on the journey that had brought you here. The challenges and triumphs, the moments of doubt and the unwavering love that had seen you through it all. With Minho and Minjun by your side, you felt a sense of completeness that words couldn't adequately capture.

As the night deepened, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, cocooned in the warmth of your family's embrace. Minho's soft snores, Minjun's gentle breaths, and the steady beat of your own heart formed a symphony of love and tranquility.

The next morning, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Minho was still asleep, his face peaceful and serene. Minjun was nestled against him, their breaths synchronized in a tender display of father-son bonding.

Careful not to disturb them, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. You began preparing breakfast, the familiar routine grounding you in the comforting rhythms of domestic life. As you cooked, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of waking up your sleepy boys with the aroma of a delicious meal.

Soon, the smell of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air, and you heard the sound of tiny feet padding towards the kitchen. Minjun appeared, his hair tousled from sleep, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mummy," he greeted, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you replied giggling, bending down to kiss the top of his head. "Did you sleep well?"

Minjun nodded, his eyes brightening at the sight of the pancakes. "Pancakes!"

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Yes, pancakes. Go wake up Daddy, okay?"

Minjun nodded enthusiastically and ran back to the bedroom. A few moments later, you heard the sound of Minho's groggy voice and Minjun's excited chatter. Soon, they both emerged, Minho looking slightly more awake, though still adorably tousled from sleep.

"Morning," Minho mumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"Morning," you replied, smiling up at him. "Breakfast is ready."

The three of you sat down at the table, the atmosphere filled with warmth and love. Minjun babbled about his dreams and his plans for the day, his excitement infectious. Minho listened with a fond smile, occasionally glancing at you with a look of deep appreciation.

As the day unfolded, you found yourself lost in the simple joys of family life. Minho's presence was a constant source of comfort, his touch and words reassuring you that you were exactly where you belonged. Minjun's laughter echoed through the house, a reminder of the innocence and pure joy that children bring.

In the evening, as the sun set and the world outside grew quiet, you found yourself once again wrapped in Minho's embrace. This time, it was you who sought his comfort, resting your head on his chest as he held you close. Minjun was already asleep in his room, his dreams guarded by the love that surrounded him.

Minho's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, his touch a silent promise of unwavering support. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

In that moment, everything felt perfect. The love you shared with Minho, the bond with Minjun, and the simple yet profound joy of being together. It was a reminder that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by the strength of your love and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

And so, as you drifted off to sleep in Minho's arms, you carried with you the knowledge that you were truly blessed. For in the quiet moments of connection, in the laughter and the tears, you had found a love that was pure and enduring. A love that would see you through all of life's twists and turns, and a love that would always bring you back home.

PART FIVE

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ir-dr · 2 years ago

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Day 3477 - 28 March 2023

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.//projectTiGER

#projecttiger #vocaloid #vflower #ci flower #doodle #what if they sang Together

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gingerly-writing · 1 year ago

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Prompt #3477

"You can't keep me as a pet," the villain spat.

Their captor raised an eyebrow. "You're smart enough to know that I absolutely can. Whenever I like, for as long as I like."

"Someone will realise. Someone will come for me."

They sighed. "You're smart enough to know that's not true, either."

#prompt #my prompt #heroes and villains #captivity #whump #villain whump #captured villain

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hadeth · 1 year ago

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حَدَّثَنَا أَنَسُ بْنُ مَالِكٍ، قَالَ قَالَ رَسُولُ اللَّهِ صلى الله عليه وسلم ‏ "‏ مَنْ صَلَّى عَلَىَّ صَلاَةً وَاحِدَةً صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ عَشْرَ صَلَوَاتٍ وَحُطَّتْ عَنْهُ عَشْرُ خَطِيئَاتٍ وَرُفِعَتْ لَهُ عَشْرُ دَرَجَاتٍ ‏"‏ ‏.‏ حديث صحيح - النسائي وأحمد ١٢٩٧ - ١١٩٩٨

Anas bin Malik said: "The Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said: "Whoever sends salah upon me once, Allah (SWT) will send salah upon him tenfold, and will erase ten sins from him, and will raise him ten degrees in status." Hadith Sahih - Sunan an-Nasa'i 1297 // Ahmad 11998

ه((مَنْ صَلَّى عَلَيَّ وَاحِدَةً))؛ أي: تعبَّد لله تعالى بلفظ الصلاة على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم.

ه((صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ عَشْرًا)): تقدَّم معنى صلاة الله تعالى على نبيه صلى الله عليه وسلم، وأن أصحَّ الأقوال فيها هي: ثناء الله تعالى على نبيِّه صلى الله عليه وسلم في الملأ الأعلى؛ كما ذكَره أبو العالية، ورواه البخاري في صحيحه؛ [فتح الباري (8/ 532)]، وهي كذلك للعبد، فهي ثناءُ الله تعالى على العبد في الملأ الأعلى عشر مرات كلما صلى العبدُ على نبيِّه صلى الله عليه وسلم مرةً واحدةً.

ه"وحُطَّتْ عنه عَشْرُ خَطِيئاتٍ"، أي: وُضِعَتْ عنه وغُفِرَتْ، "ورُفِعَتْ له عَشْرُ درجاتٍ"، أي: عَلَتْ مَنزلتُه في الجنَّةِ عَشْرَ دَرجاتٍ، وقيل: في الدُّنيا بتَوفيقِه للطَّاعاتِ، وفي القِيامةِ بتثقيلِ الحسَناتِ، وفي الجنَّةِ بزِيادةِ الكراماتِ. الدرر السنية

من فوائد الحديث:

الفائدة الأولى: الحديث فيه مشروعية الصلاة على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم مطلقًا، ودلَّ الكتاب كما دلَّت السُّنَّة على مشروعية الصلاة عليه؛ قال تعالى: ﴿ إِنَّ اللَّهَ وَمَلَائِكَتَهُ يُصَلُّونَ عَلَى النَّبِيِّ يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا صَلُّوا عَلَيْهِ وَسَلِّمُوا تَسْلِيمًا ﴾ [الأحزاب: 56].

وتتأكَّد الصلاة على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم في مواطنَ جاءت في نصوص أخرى؛ منها:

1- الصلاة على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم في تشهُّد الصلاة، ويدلُّ عليه ما تقدَّم من حديث أبي حميد الساعدي، وحديث كعب بن عجرة، قال كعب بن عُجْرة: "خَرَجَ عَلَيْنَا رَسُولُ اللَّهِ صلى الله عليه وسلم فَقُلْنَا: قَدْ عَرَفْنَا كَيْفَ نُسَلِّمُ عَلَيْكَ، فَكَيْفَ نُصَلِّي عَلَيْكَ؟ قَالَ: ((قُولُوا: اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلَى مُحَمَّدٍ وَعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ كَمَا صَلَّيْتَ عَلَى آلِ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، إِنَّكَ حَمِيدٌ مَجِيدٌ، اللَّهُمَّ بَارِكْ علَى مُحَمَّدٍ وَعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ كَمَا بَارَكْتَ عَلَى آلِ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، إِنَّكَ حَمِيدٌ مَجِيدٌ))؛ متفق عليه.

2- بعد الأذان: ويدلُّ عليه حديث عبدالله بن عمرو أنه سمِع النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم يقول: ((إذا سمِعتم المؤذِّنَ فقولوا مثل ما يقول، ثم صلُّوا عليَّ، فإنه مَنْ صلَّى عليَّ صلاةً صلَّى اللهُ عليه بها عشرًا...))؛ رواه مسلم.

3- عند دخول المسجد والخروج منه: ويدلُّ عليه حديث أبي هريرة أن رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: ((إذا دخل أحدُكم المسجدَ فليسَلِّمْ على النبيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم، وليقل: اللهمَّ افتَحْ لي أبوابَ رحمتِكَ، وإذا خرج فليُسَلِّمْ على النبيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم وليقل: اللهمَّ أجِرْني من الشيطان الرجيم))؛رواه النسائي، وابن ماجه، وابن خزيمة، والحاكم وصحَّحه.

4- الدعاء: ويدُلُّ عليه حديث فضالة بن عبيد رضي الله عنه قال: "سمِع النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم رجلًا يدعو في صلاته، فلم يُصَلِّ على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم، فقال النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم: ((عَجِلَ هذا))، ثم دعاه فقال له أو لغيره: ((إذا صلَّى أحدُكم فليبدأ بتحميد الله والثناء عليه، ثمَّ ليُصَلِّ على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم، ثم ليَدْعُ بَعْدُ بما شاء))؛ رواه الترمذي وصحَّحه، وصحَّحه الألباني في صحيح الترمذي (3477).

5- بعد التكبيرة الثانية من صلاة الجنازة: نقل ابن هبيرة الإجماع على هذا؛ [انظر: الإفصاح (1/ 190)].

6- يوم الجُمُعة: ويدُلُّ عليه حديث أوس بن أوس، قال النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم: ((إن من أفضل أيامكم يوم الجُمُعة، فيه خُلِقَ آدَمُ، وفيه الصَّعقة؛ فأكثِرُوا عليَّ من الصلاة فيه، فإن صلاتَكم معروضةٌ عليَّ))؛ رواه أحمد، وأبو داود، والنسائي، وابن ماجه، وصحَّحه ابن خزيمة، وابن حِبَّان، والحاكم والنووي، ومن الحُفَّاظ مَنْ ضعَّفَه وعلى رأسِهم البخاري، وعلى القول بتضعيفه، فلا تخصيص ليوم الجُمُعة.

قال المنذري عن هذا الحديث: "له عِلَّة دقيقة أشار إليها البخاري وغيره، وغفل عنها من صحَّحه؛ [انظر: الترغيب والترهيب (1/ 491)، وفيض القدير؛ للمناوي (2/ 325)].

7- عند ذكر اسمه صلى الله عليه وسلم: ويدُلُّ عليه حديث أبي هريرة رضي الله عنه أن رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: ((رغم أنف رجل ذُكِرْتُ عنده، فلم يُصَلِّ عليَّ))؛ رواه الترمذي وصحَّحه الألباني في صحيح الترمذي.

وحديث علي بن أبي طالب رضي الله عنه أن النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: ((البخيلُ مَنْ ذُكِرْتُ عنده فلم يُصَلِّ عليَّ))؛ رواه الترمذي، وصحَّحه الألباني في صحيح الترمذي.

8- عند الاجتماع في المجالس: ويدُلُّ عليه حديث أبي هريرة رضي الله عنه قال النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم: ((ما جلس قومٌ مَجْلِسًا لم يذكُروا اللهَ فيه، ولم يُصَلُّوا على نبيِّهم، إلَّا كان عليهم تِرَةً، فإنْ شاء عذَّبَهم وإنْ شاءَ غفَر لهم))؛ رواه الترمذي، وصحَّحه الألباني في صحيح الترمذي، والتِّرة: الحسرة والندامة يوم القيامة.

الفائدة الثانية: الحديث دليل على عِظَمِ فضل الصلاة على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم، وكرم الله تعالى؛ إذ جعل بصلاة واحدة على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم صلاته جلَّ وعلا على العبد عشرًا، فيُثني على العبد في الملأ الأعلى عشر مرات، ويا له من فضل! ويا لها من غنيمة كيفًا وكمًّا! فما أكرمَ اللهَ تعالى! وعلى العبد أن يُكثِرَ من ذلك ما استطاع سباقًا لهذا الفضل.

قال ابن حجر رحمه الله: وقد ورد في التصريح بفضلها أحاديثُ قويةٌ لم يُخرِّج البخاري منها شيئًا، منها ما أخرجه مسلم من حديث أبي هريرة رضي الله عنه: ((مَنْ صلَّى عليَّ واحدةً صلَّى اللهُ عليه بها عشرًا ....))، وفي الباب أحاديث كثيرة ضعيفة .... وأما ما وضعه القُصَّاص فلا يُحصى كثرةً، وفي الأحاديث القوية غُنيةٌ"؛ [الفتح (11/ 167)].

قال الشيخ ابن باز رحمه الله: "فأكثِر من ذلك وأبشِر بالخير، وليس هناك حدٌّ محدود، تصلي على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم ما تيسَّر عشرًا أو أكثر أو أقل على حسب التيسير من غير تحديد"؛ [فتاوى ابن باز (11/ 209)].

وقال شيخنا العثيمين: "هذه نِعْمة كبيرة، فإذا قلت: "اللهمَّ صَلِّ على محمد"؛ يعني: أثْنِ عليه في الملأ الأعلى، أثنى الله عليك أنت عشر مرات، فاللهم لك الحمد، والمقصود الحَثُّ على كثرة الصلاة على النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم"؛ [التعليق على مسلم (3/ 93)].

الفائدة الثالثة: الحديث فيه فضيلة النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم؛ حيث رفع الله ذكره بهذا الفضل العظيم. شرح الحديث

It was narrated from ‘Abdullah ibn ‘Amr ibn al-‘Aas (may Allah be pleased with him) that the Prophet (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) said: “whoever sends blessings upon me, Allah will send blessings upon him tenfold”. Narrated by Muslim (384).

What is prescribed for the believer is to send a great deal of blessings upon the Prophet (blessings and peace of Allah be upon him), as much as he can, because of the great reward that will result from that in this world and the Hereafter. Islam Q&A

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The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter

Yep! That’s right we are diving back into season 1, specifically with the last true witch, Agnes Nutter

This first part is mainly going to deal with what is in her book and is largely just a reference point. This will cover all the prophecies we know about and the images included in her book that I could find

Further analysis and theories will start in part two

-> which you can click here to read if you’d like

But other than that let’s just dive in

Prophecies

Most of these we know and we see play out but there are a few stragglers- (which I’m not going to go into in this series just for the sole reason my very ill brain cannot handle them right now, maybe in the future)

Prophecy 1111: "An the Great Hound Sharl come and the Two Powers sharl watch in... Goeth where is its Master, Where the... Notte, and he shall name it, True to... and Hell shall flee it."

Prophecy 2214: "In December 1980, an Apple will arise no man can eat. Invest thy money in Master Jobbes's machine, and good fortune will tend thy days."

Prophecy 2213: "I tell ye this, and I charge ye with my wordes. Four shall ride, and three shall ride the sky as two, and one shall ride in flames, and there shall be no stopping them. Not fish, nor rain, neither devil or angel. And ye shall be there also, Anathema."

Prophecy 2315: "Sum say It cometh in London Town, or New Yorke, butte they be Wronge, for the place is Taddes Fild, Stronge inne hys powr, he cometh like a knight innne the fief, he divideth the Worlde into 4 partes, he bringeth the storme.

Prophecy 3001: "Behind the Eagle's Neste, a great Ash hath fallen.

Prophecy 3007: "Prayers and hope ... / Brings forth sorrow and serpents reign / For the devil lucks in plain sight / Under an arc of pale moonlight."

Prophecy 3008: "When that the angel readeth these words of mine, in his shoppe of other menne's books, then the final days are certes upon us. Open thine eyes to understand. Open thine eyes and rede, I do say, foolish principalitee, for thy cocoa doth grow cold."

Prophecy 3009: "Seven who hold the Scepter shall be killed...of them shall become a saint."

Prophecy 3011: "The exer... and churches be laid open to ... oppressed shall prevail, and oppose the cruelty of foreigners. For a Boar of Cornwall shall give his assistance, and trample their necks under his feet."

Prophecy 3012: "A shower of blood shall rain, and a raging famine shall afflict mankind. When these things happen, the Red Dragon shall grieve, but when his fatigue is over he shall recover his strength. Then shall misfortunes hasten upon the White Dragon, and the buildings of his gardens be pulled down."

Prophecy 3017: "I see Four Riding, bringing the Ende and the Angells of Hell ride with them, And three shall Rise. And Four and Four Together be Four and the Dark Angel sharl Own Defeat, Yette the Manne sharl claim his Own."

Prophecy 3477: Lette the wheel of Fate turne, let harts en-join, there are othere fyres than mine; when the wynd blowethe the blos-soms, reach oute one to anothere, for the calm cometh when Redde and Whyte and Blacke and Pale approche to Peas is Our Professioune.

Prophecy 3817: "The Number of the Beast is in the Revelayting of Sainte John, call hym in Taddesfield. And ye will know hym by this sign, that when ye do call hym, the Lesser Beaste will walk upon his hind legs like unto a Dancing Bear."

Prophecy 3819: "When Orient's chariot inverted be, four wheles in the skye, a man with bruises be upon Youre Bedde, aching his hedd for willow fine, a manne who testeth with a pyn yette his hart be.

Prophecy 3988: "Whene menne of crocus come frome the Earth and green manne frome the Sky, yette ken not why, and Pluto's barres quitte the Light-ning castels, and sunken lands riseth, and Levia-than runneth free, and Brazil is vert, then Three cometh together and Four arise, upon iron horses ride; I tell you the ende draweth nigh."

Prophecy 3989: "He is not what he says he is."

Prophecy 4009: "Where the Hogg's back ends the young beast will take the world and Adam's line will end in fire and darkness."

Prophecy 4019: "When Orient's Chariot Inverted be a man with bruises up thy bed, aching his head for willow fine."

Prophecy 4020: "Let the wheel of fate turne, let harts enjoin, there are othere fyres than mine; when the whirl wynd whirls, reach oute one to another."

Prophecy 5001: "When the skies are crimson seen, then ye both must stand between the world of life and the world of war, where the iron bird lands no more."

Prophecy 5004: "When alle is sayed and all is done, ye must choose your faces wisely, for soon enouff, ye will be playing with fyre."

and that’s all of them I believe so let’s hop into the images I could find

Artworks

Starting out on the very first page we have this

Now I could not find an exact reference to this (I know starting out strong just stay with me) but between the examples I could find plus the four wings surrounding the head I would say this is depicting a Cherubim

This next one is from the actual book itself,

This is the piece, Saint John Devouring the Book by Albrecht Dürer (1498) which was published alongside 15 other woodcut illustrations in his book, Apocalypse, all covering events in Revelations

Now we are moving into pieces that we see in the little montage moments so the images are a little less clear

This piece, Saint Michael Slaying the Dragon, is by Martin Schongauger done sometime between 1480-1490

The next piece was actually a two for one which made my job a little easier and let this post only be one part *curse you image limit*

Chariot Vision, which is by Matthäus Merian depicting Ezekiel’s vision in Ezekiel 1:5 (I couldn’t find when it was made -and now that I’m really looking at it the wheels are a little different but I’m confident enough to say it’s from the same story so the point will still stands)

and finally we have this one

With help from @gallup24 and some image manipulation finally found this piece, The Minde bould hare a fixed Eye On Objects, that are plac’d on High.

I believe to be published first along side other emblems by Gabrielis Rollenhagii in 1613 it was reprinted in 1635 with added hymns by George Wither in his emblem book

the hymn reads

A Heart, which bore the figure of an Eye

Wide open to the Sunne; by fome, was us’d,

When in an Emblem, they would fignifie

A Minde, which on Celeftiall Matters mus’d :

Implying, by this fame, that there is nought

Which in this lower Orbe, our Eyes can fee,

So fit an Object for manly thought,

As thofe things, which in Heav’n above us be.

God, gave Mankinde (above all other Creatures)

A lovely Forme, and upward-looking Eye,

(Among the reft of his peculiar Featares)

That he might lift his Countenance on high:

And (having view'd the Beauty, which appeares

Within the outward Sights circumference)

That he might elevate above the Sphares,

The piercing Eye, of his tatelligence,

Then, higher, and fill higher ftrive to raife

His Contemplations Eyes, till they alcend

To gaine a glimple of thofe eternall Rayes,

To which all undepraved Spirits rend.

For, 'tis the proper nature of the Minde

(Till fehly Thoughts corrupt it) to delpile

Thole Lufts whereto the Rody ftands inclin'd ;

And labour alwayes, upmard to arife.

Some, theretore, thought thofe Goblins which appeare

To haunt old Graves and Tombes, are Soules of fuch,

Who to thefe loathfome places doomed were,

Becaule, they doted on the Fleh too much.

But, ture weare, well-minded Men thall god

To live above, when others bide below.

(also if you want a really good breakdown of the publishers of, The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, check out the one @i-only-ever-asked-questions posted one here)

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so yeah that’s all I could find and like I said this is mainly just a reference post

and yes I am aware that one very obvious piece is missing that seems to be made just for this book. I ran out of images so i’ll post it in a rb

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #agnes nutter #the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter

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aanoia · 11 months ago

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Remus Lupin x reader words; 3477 warnings; werewolf, murder part one here I'd suggest reading part one first! again, I wrote this on my phone so thats my excuse for any mistakes :) i will most likely be making an alternate ending type deal sorta thing because an amazing human gave me an awesome idea so that will be linked to this when it comes out (comment if u wanna be tagged in it) i made you a lion because why not and i made you close with Severus as well

“Professor!”

I smiled as I walked through the doors, “Harry, why it’s almost dinner, what are you doing?”

“He's recovering from the dementor.” Hermione said matter-of-factly and Ron groaned.

“We weren't supposed to mention that, Hermione.”

“Dementor?” I asked Harry. Obviously I had read the papers and obviously I knew Sirius escaped. Why else would I be late on the first day?

“Yes. Because of Sirius Black.” Harry explained as we all walked to the Great Hall. “You knew him, didn't you?”

“Why would I know Sirius Black?” I asked with a laugh.

“Well, you guys were in the same year.” Hermione stated.

“We're we?”

“Indeed.” We walked into the hall.

“Oh, well, I'm not sure I remember him much. I wasn't a very out-” I froze and the three looked at me in wonder.

“Is everything alright, Professor?” Harry asked.

Remus made eye contact with me and his eyes widened. He didn't know I worked here. I didn't know he worked here. He must've been hired for the DADA position after Lockhart was fired.

“Yes, of course. Sit down, you three. I supposed Dumbledore would like to start his speech soon, now that his entire staff has arrived.”

“Right, okay.”

I walked quickly up to the teachers table, flashing McGonagall a smile as I passed her. I sat next to Severus and leaned over.

“Okay so why is Remus here?”

Severus glared at me, “I'd rather not talk to you right now.”

I scoffed, “Oh shut up, you love me. We're best friends.”

He rolled his eyes, “I'm definitely your best friend.”

“Shh, Dumbledore is starting his big speech.”

“A galleon he says something inspirational.”

“I knew we were friends. You're on.”

Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly, “Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Now, I’d like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled with our excellent feast. As I’m sure you all know from their search on the Hogwarts Express, our school is currently hosting a few dementors from Azkaban, they are present for Ministry Business.”

“Apparently Harry passed out.” I mumbled to Severus who hid his grin, I rolled my eyes.

“They are stationed at every entrance, so, for your sake, I tell you that no one is to leave the castle without permission. Dementors are not easily fooled by tricks or disguises - or even invisibility cloaks.” I glanced at Harry who shrunk in his seat.

“I warn each and every one of you to not give them an excuse to hurt you, they don’t take well to pleading. Prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, make sure that no students run afoul of the dementors.”

“But, you know, happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times.” I groaned in my seat as Severus’ face became smug. He held out his hand. “If one only remembers to turn on the light.” I slapped a galleon into his palm begrudgingly.

“I hate you.”

“On a happier note.” Dumbledore continued and everyone visibly deflated. “We are all pleased to welcome two new teachers to our staff tonight. First, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, please welcome Professor Lupin.” I sat up straight in my seat as Remus stood with a smile.

He looks different, of course, yet exactly the same. He had new scars and old scars, the one right below his eye he's had for years. He hates it, I've always loved it. I still love it.

I glanced at Severus to see him glaring at Remus. I understood completely, sometimes I wondered why he ever forgave me for the years of torment I let my friends put him through.

“A picture would last longer.” I whispered to Severus who huffed.

“I could say the same to you.” He sneered, looking at his food.

“I am sorry to announce that our previous Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettleburn, has retired in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. However, it is a pleasure to make it known that our very own Rubeus Hagrid will be filling his place, along with his usual gamekeeper duties.” I clapped loudly with a smile, Hagrid was my favorite. “Well, I believe that's all of importance. Let the feast begin!”

“Excuse me, Y/n.” I ignored Remus as I walked faster, hoping to avoid him as I weaved between students. He latched onto my arm, “Y/n.”

I turned around quickly, a stern look on my face, “I apologize, Professor Lupin, but teachers do refer to each other as Professor. I'm afraid my first name is simply not suitable for you to address me by, as we are colleagues, and nothing more.”

A look of hurt crossed his face and my heart tugged, “I'm sorry, Professor L/n.”

“I must be going.”

“Can we have a conversation?”

I shook my head, walking away. “I'm afraid I'm very busy with my plants and lessons.”

“Professor L/n.” Severus’ monotone voice called out.

I turned my head, “Yes?”

“May we speak momentarily?” He asked and I nodded.

“Of course.”

“What?” I heard Remus mumble before I walked into Severus’ classroom.

“Thanks for that.”

Severus walked to his desk and began writing on parchment. “For what?”

I sat down at a desk, throwing my feet on top of the table. “Saving me, duh.”

Severus glanced at my feet, “Are you a child?”

“I wish.”

“You can leave now.”

I sighed, levitating an apple from his desk to me silently and taking a loud bite from it. “Nope, he's probably waiting outside to jump you.”

“Wouldn't be the first time.” He mumbled and my smile dropped.

I moved my feet off the desk and sat up straight, “I'm sorry for never stopping them. They made your time here terrible, and it wasn't okay. Even if you deserved it sometimes.”

Severus looked up from the paper, his face softened from the usual sneer. He gave me a small smile, and it seemed to hurt him to do so. I laughed.

“What?”

“When was the last time you smiled?”

His sneer came back, “Get out.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile, “Okay okay, see you later, Severus.”

“Bye, Y/n.” I froze for a second before leaving with a smile, he's never called me by Y/n before.

“Right, yes, you may have a week extension. I expect your paper no later than Friday.” I said with a smile and the girl's face brightened.

“Thank you so much, Professor. It'll be in by next Friday, I promise.”

“Now go, the group for Hogsmeade will leave soon.” She nodded and walked off, smiling and blushing at Harry as she passed him. “Hello, Harry.”

“Hi, Professor.” Harry said, his cheeks red from the cold.

“What do you need?”

Harry looked nervous as he held up a piece of paper.

“Could you sign this for me, possibly? Please, Professor?”

I sighed as I looked at Hogsmeade permission slip, “I'm not your guardian, Harry.”

“You're as good as.”

I smiled, “While I appreciate the compliment, I'm still not. You'll have to stay behind today, I'm afraid.”

“Okay, it's okay Professor. I'm gonna go say goodbye to Ron and Hermione.” Harry walked out, nodding to someone as he passed. “Professor.”

“Do you think that if we could've taken Harry, we would've stayed together?” A deep voice asked and I tensed, shutting my eyes tightly.

“I'm not sure. I guess you'll have to ask yourself. You're the one that left, in case you don't remember.” I said coldly, staring out the window of my office to avoid eye contact.

“You won't look at me.” Remus shoved his hands in his pockets.

I shrugged, “You'll survive, I'm sure.”

“Did you help Sirius escape?”

I looked at Remus, bewildered, “Are you actually asking me that?” I stood from my desk. “The audacity you have, Remus.”

“You didn't answer me.”

I stared at him, “No, I didn't.”

“Then how is he out?”

I laughed sarcastically, “Lord if I know. You should go, I don't want to talk to yo-”

He cut me off by slamming a piece of folded parchment on my desk. I gasped at how close his face was before glancing down at the parchment.

“The Marauders Map.” I whispered, softly brushing over the paper I spent so long working on with my best friends. “I haven't seen this in years.”

“I haven't either, until I caught Harry and Snape in the hall. Harry was holding the map, he said something interesting.” I looked up.

“What did he say?”

“He said he saw Peter Pettigrew on the map.”

My eyebrows furrowed, “Peter's dead.”

Remus reached into his pocket, “Well, that's what I thought.”

It was silent while I thought before I pulled open my drawer and rummaged through papers.

“Ron he has a - uhm, he has a rat. It's a family pet, they've had it for years. Ron said it was twelve. That's awfully long for a rat to live, isn't it?”

“Twelve years? Yeah, that's long.”

I pulled out the daily prophet from the summer, the one with the picture of the Weasley family in Egypt.

I pointed at Ron, who was holding his rat, “I knew it looked familiar.” Remus leaned forward and studied the animal.

“We need to ask Ron to see Scabbers.”

I shook my head, “We can't, Scabbers ran off. Ron thinks Hermione's cat ate him.”

“Peter better wish that cat did.”

“You said you found the map with Harry and Snape. What was going on with them?”

“It's quite funny actually. Snape was trying to see into the map and instead it insulted his nose.”

My face dropped and I sat back down with a sigh. “Leave Severus alone. You can go now.”

“Since when did you call him Severus?”

“Since he was there when you weren't. I said, you can go now.”

“Are you going to kill me, Harry?” I heard Sirius say and I glanced at Remus before he burst through the door.

“Expelliarmus!” Remus yelled, causing Harry's wand to fly from his hands. I caught it midair, holding onto it tightly. Remus nudged his head and Harry squirmed away. “Well, well, Sirius, looking rather ragged, aren't we?’

I scoffed, “I think you look fine as ever, Pads.”

“Must you always argue with me?” Remus scolded and I rolled my eyes as he looked back at Sirius. “Finally the flesh reflects the madness within.’

“Well, you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you, Remus?” Remus lowered his wand and smiled before helping Sirius up and pulling him into a tight hug. I yelped as Sirius grabbed my shirt and pulled me In. Sirius began to cry, “I found him!”

“We know.” Remus reassured.

“He's here!”

“We understand, Siri.” I said softly.

“Let's kill him!”

“No!” Hermione yelled and my head snapped to her. “I trusted you!” She y

screamed at Remus. “And this time y-you’ve been his friend.” She turned back to her friends angrily. “He's a werewolf!”

My eyes widened, “Wow.”

“That's why he's been missing classes.”

“How long have you known?” Remus asked, stepping towards her.

“He really knows how to scare them.” I muttered to Sirius, who nodded.

“He's one for the dramatics.”

“Since Professor Snape set the essay.”

“Well, well, well, Hermione. You really are the brightest of your age I've ever met.”

“And you!” She pointed at me and stumbled back slightly. “We loved you! Since first year you've been like a mother to all of us! But you're with him?” She said defeatedly, glancing between Sirius and I.

“Hermione, things aren't the way they seem. I trust you to believe that.”

Sirius threw his hands up impatiently, “Enough talk! Come on, let's kill him!”

“Wait!”

“I did my waiting!” He screamed.

“Sirius.” I said softly, gently grabbing onto his arm.

“Twelve years of it… in Azkaban!” The floor creaked loudly as we looked back at the kids. Harry stepped back slightly.

“Very well. Kill him.” Remus decided, handing Sirius a wand. “But wait one more minute. Harry has the right to know why.”

“I know why!” The boy said angrily. “You betrayed my parents! You're the reason they're dead!”

“No, Harry, it wasn't him.” I told the boy.

“Somebody did kill your parents. But it was somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead!”

“Who was it then!”

“Peter Pettigrew! And he's in this room! Right now!” I glanced at Scabbers who squirmed in Ron's hands as Sirius yelled. “Come out, come out, Peter! Come out, come out and play!”

I gasped as Severus came in, wand up and pointed at Sirius, “Severus, don't!”

“Expelliarmus!” The wand in Sirius’ hand clattered on the ground. “Ah, vengeance is sweet.”

“Severus, you don't understand.” I tried but he ignored me.

“How I hoped I'd be the one to catch you.”

“Severus, it…”

“I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle, and now, here's the proof.”

Remus looked confused, “I haven't been helping Sirius.”

I took a step forward, wand in the air, “It's been me.”

“Brilliant, Snape. Once again, you put your keen and penetrating mind to the task, and as usual come to the wrong conclusion.”

I rolled my eyes, “Sirius, shut up. You've tormented him enough.”

“What?” Sirius glanced at Remus who shrugged.

“Severus, we can talk about it.” I yelped as Sirius shoved me back, Remus grabbed onto my arm to stop me from falling.

“If you'll excuse us, we have some unfinished business to attend to.” Snape pointed his wand at Sirius’ neck and Remus gasped, holding his hand to his mouth.

“Give me a reason. I beg you.”

“Severus, don't be a fool.”

“He can't help it. He comes by it naturally.”

I glared, “Sirius, I said shut up, for fucks sake.”

“Oh, shut up yourself, Y/n!”

“Oh look at you two, quarreling like an old married couple.”

“Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?” Sirius sneered and Severus dug his wand deeper into Sirius’ neck.

“I could do it, you know. But why deny the dementors? They're so longing to see you.” Sirius’ face flashed with disdain. “Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh, yes. A dementor's kiss. One can only imagine what that must be like to endure. It's said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but I'll do my best.”

“Severus, please.” Remus begged as Severus pointed out the door.

“After you.” Severus nudged his head at the teens, urging them to leave. My eyes softened, he wanted to protect them as much as he wanted revenge on Sirius. I lowered my wand.

Harry took a step forward, raising Hermione's wand and pointing it at Sirius. Sirius grimaced before Harry turned it to Severus.

“Expelliarmus!” He yelled and the spell hit Severus straight in the chest, shoving him back into the old bed.

“Severus!” I ran over to the bed and levitated the top off of the man. I looked over him quickly, he seemed fine, just knocked out cold.

Ron and Hermione yelped in surprise as Harry pointed the wand at Remus, Sirius, and I, “Tell me about Peter Pettigrew!”

I sighed to myself as we walked out of the Shrieking Shack. Ron cried about his leg as Sirius apologized for it. Peter squirmed in between Remus and I.

“Y/n, may we have a proper conversation?” Remus asked quietly.

I gave him a soft smile. “Once we get outside.” He nodded and smiled back.

“Y/n, my dearest friend-”

I whacked the man with my wand, “Sock it.”

“In fact, James more than once suggested that I make the change permanent.” Sirius said. “The tail, I could live with, but the fleas are murder.”

I snorted, “Tell me about it.”

“You're an animagus too?” Harry asked, glancing back.

I nodded, “Of course, I am. Illegal though, so that's why you've never known.”

Once we got outside Peter began begging to be let go.

“Ron, I was a good friend, a good pet! You won't let them give me to the dementors, will you?” He asked and Ron grimaced in disgust, he turned to Hermione. “Oh, sweet girl, clever girl. Surely you won't let them-”

Remus pulled him away, “Get away from them.”

“Remus.” I called and he turned to me as I walked towards him and the trembling Peter. “Let's talk.”

Remus sighed, “What I did was-”

“Vile? Cruel? Totally dim witted?” I suggested with a smile.

“Yes, all of those, definitely the last one.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “We went through something no one should have ever. Neither of us were very close with our family, all we had was our friends, and they were all taken from us in less than a month. We should've gone through that together, we should have had each other. And I'm sorry for taking that from you.”

“Remus-”

“No, it was wrong of me. I love you, Y/n. I've never not loved you.”

I glanced at the shining moon slowly coming up over the mountain, “No, Remus-"

“You don't need to forgive me-”

“Remus the moon!” I cut him off, pointing behind him.

“Harry!” Hermione called, catching the attention of the boy and Sirius.

The moonlight shone brightly on our faces, and fear settled in my stomach as I watched Remus’ pupils dilate.

“Sirius!” I called as the man rushed over.

“Remus, my old friend, have you taken your potion tonight?” Sirius questioned, coming up next to me. We held onto Remus tightly as he groaned in pain.

“You know the man you truly are, Remus!” I tried.

“This heart is where you truly live!” Sirius placed his hand on Remus’ heart. “This heart, here!”

Remus moaned loudly, pain overtaking his body. His wand dropped to the ground as he doubled over.

“This flesh is only flesh!”

“Remus!”

Sirius and I held tightly onto the man as he pushed against us. His body transformed into the ugliest of creatures as he yelled painfully. His yell slowly turned into a growl.

I turned to the kids, “Run! You guys, run and don't stop! I'm serious, now is not the time to be a hero! Go!”

Remus growled, his full form taking shape as he threw Sirius and I back. I yelled in pain as my shoulder hit a rock.

“Ah, shit.” I looked up at Sirius. “Are you alright?”

He groaned, “I've been better. When was the last time you were a lion, dear friend?”

I shrugged, “It's been a while.” My head snapped as I heard the werewolf howl and Hermione yelped. “They didn't run.”

Sirius smirked, “Did you really expect them to?”

I shook my head as he took his dog form and sprung ahead. I sighed and tried my best to become my animagus. It's been quite a while. I smiled to myself as I felt my features change and my senses become sharper. I let out the loudest roar I could muster, before jumping to help Sirius.

I watched quietly from a tree as the sun came up over the mountain. The werewolf grumbled and let out a final howl before its human form took over.

I jumped down, walking over to Remus’ body and nuzzling it with my head. He woke up, rubbing his eyes tightly.

“Y/n? Is that you?” He asked, his voice hoarse. I growled quietly, dropping a blanket into his lap to cover up before turning around, suggesting he get on my back. It'd be easier to get him to the castle as a lion, rather than a girl.

He sucked in a breath, likely gazing at the large gash across my neck.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered, his fingers grazing the cut before carefully getting onto my back.

I carefully ran up to the castle, taking a secret passage to his office. He hid completely under the blanket as I sauntered up to his room. Once we got there he carefully got off, and I immediately transformed back into a human.

I groaned at my aching muscles and went to crack my neck, but instead I was met with a sore, wounded neck.

“Ouch.” I muttered, glancing at Remus who was putting clothes on. “Are you okay?”

Remus looked at, his eyes immediately finding the wound on my neck. I felt self conscious.

“Are you?” he asked quietly, walking towards me.

I shrugged, “I'll survive. Also, I forgive you.”

Remus’ eyes softened, “You do?”

I nodded, “Yeah, I got over it.” A certain sadness came over his face. I stepped forward, our faces almost touching, “You know what I've never gotten over though?”

He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing mine, “What?”

“You.” I whispered, before kissing him. It was soft, and passionate. It made up for all the kisses I've missed these past twelve years.

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