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got-the-cheese-touch · 3 days ago

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More Than a Name - prologue

Harry Potter x Sirius Black's Daughter!Reader

slowburn harry potter x reader

summary: your childhood is tragic. but then you meet Remus Lupin. and he helps you plant roots.

content: angst will turn into fluff, dw (wolfstar if you stare really hard at it for too long) try to find the all the young dudes reference.

a/n: okay, here's the prologue. i'm really nervous, i've never shared my writing so hopefully it's not shitty.

trigger warnings: this contains pretty heavy stuff!!! reader was told she had hallucinations. abuse in a hospital/foster care setting. mentions of her mistreatment. remus was not mentally well after sirius died, so there are some mental health issues implied. user was put on meds and therapy testing. its character development, y'all i swear i have a plan. no use of y/n, i describe the reader being small (only because she's a little kid rn)

word count: ~ 4k

ty to @thecutestgrotto for the dividers <3

Your childhood was one that was void of certainty. You existed through suitcases and trunks that were never unpacked. A bedroom never decorated. A plant with no roots can never truly grow. You yourself were the result of something short lived. A one night stand. Your mother was young when you were born. Too young to want to keep you. Your father? As tangible as the wind itself. You were told he was arrested before he could meet you, before he could take you in. (You’d learn later that he cried harder when he heard you were in the muggle foster system than when he learned his sentence for Azkaban. He knew what happened to young wizards on their own.) If only he could have protected you from the inexplicable events that wreaked mayhem wherever you went.

Hospitals would diagnose you, medicate you, and try to pick your brain. Hippie foster families would try to meditate away the craziness in your mind. Hallucinations, they said. A teenage girl running straight into the brick wall dividing platforms at King’s Cross. A woman that became a cat. Owls flutter about during the day. They were all things that should’ve been cured by pills. Foster families were frightened by your condition. Hospitals were perplexed. Special homes wanted to cure you with alternative practice. (The smell of sage still makes you want to vomit.)

But it all changed the day two, kind looking men came and visited you in the St. Bernadette’s Home for Mentally Troubled Youth. The last resort. You sat on the bed, waiting for a med call. Your legs kicked impatiently, your arms were scarred and you picked nervously at your skin; so far in your own haze that you didn’t see the door open. You had scars from injection treatment, punishment from teachers, from angry foster parents, or the cruelty of other children. You were unhealthy. Your hair was wild, so were your eyes. His eyes. It startled Remus when he saw just how much you resemble your father. That wildness in your eyes, the way you sat with a bouncing leg. He saw your scars and the bruises around your wrists from being roughed by medical staff. He wanted to throw up.

The creak of the wooden floor startled you. Your eyes shot up, expecting to see the angry glare of a doctor. Instead, you saw two strangers. The first was an old man with a long white beard. You were never lucky enough or so well behaved that you got visits from Santa Claus but you guessed that this is what he’d look like. He was thinner than the magical man who delivered gifts, though. He smiled at you and tilted his head, correcting the small glasses he wore on his nose. He looked at you like he knew you all your life, like he had known you before you were born. Trailing a bit behind him was a taller, nervous looking man. His sweater was pushed to his elbows and you saw his skin was scarred like yours. But his were older, deeper. Like he had tried to claw his way out of his skin. He had curly hair and sharp eyes. Not unfriendly, you thought, but withered. Like he spent his whole life waiting for a rest that wouldn’t come. When the older man spoke your name, you almost didn’t recognize it.

You hadn’t heard your name spoken so softly. It was foreign.

He sat down next to you and shook your hand. It was the first touch that you felt in a long time that wasn’t punishing.

“I am Albus Dumbledore.” He said with a smile, like he’s letting you in on a secret. “Do you know who I am, young lady?” he chuckled softly when you shook your head. “No? I figured.”

“Sir, we don’t have much time.” The nervous man’s voice was rasping and cozy. Like a scratchy woolen blanket, you thought.

“Yes, yes,” Dumbledore waved his hand dismissively, turning back to you “I’ve come to take you away from here, child. I’m terribly sorry I took so long. I’ve only just come to learn about your state here, please forgive me.” He truly sounded regretful. Like he himself had scarred you. “How would you like a new school? A new place to live?”

“What- Take me away?” You said, scrambling up, panicked. They’d take you to another hospital, somewhere worse. You always went somewhere worse once people picked you up from your foster homes and schools. “No, no, please I’m doing better. I'll do the therapy, the- the testing. I can’t- please, please- I’ve been trying-” Your breath was shaky, pleading. The tall man with the sweater looked away.

Remus wanted to cry. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried to focus on anything except the fact that you were Sirius’s daughter. That you were so much like him. But you weren’t like the bright, lively boy whom he spent his youth with. You were like the dull, timid creature who survived hell in Grimmauld place.

“I promise you, it will be better, child. I can’t explain much now but we know the place for you, alright dear? You’ll be hurt no longer, I swear it.” the old man held out a wrinkly pinky finger, adorned with rings. A promise. You didn’t trust him, but you knew that adults didn’t like when you didn’t follow what they said. You looped your finger around his and nodded.

Minutes later, you were out of the gloomy brick building that was St. Bernadette’s. You packed up your suitcase (not much packing was needed) and you were out. Just like that. The two men had stepped away from you for a moment. The taller one was upset. The two talked in hushed voices.

“Professor, I- I can’t. In my state? I’m not- not fit for a child, let alone Sirius’s child.” You didn’t know who Sirius was.

“You’re the closest family she has now. Her and Harry, poor things.” You didn’t know a Harry either. “There will be help for you, Remus. When your condition flares up, she will be in good hands. Hagrid can watch her, so can Minerva. But we cannot have her in a Muggle’s care any longer. Look at the poor thing.” Dumbledore placed a hand on Remus’s shoulder. “I trust you with this Lupin; he would’ve trusted you too.” With that, Dumbledore strolled inside, to talk to the doctors, you assumed.

You were sitting on the steps outside of the building as the old man talked with the doctor’s inside. Next to you, the tall man who had yet to speak to you sat on the step. You learned his name was Remus. His long legs stretched in front of him. He said your name, just as gently as Dumbledore had.

“How old are you, mate?” He asked, glancing over at you, moving your small suitcase out of the puddle you had put it down in. You thought for a moment.

“I’m six and a half.” You replied. You weren’t sure if you really had gained that half of a year but the number made you sound older, stronger. It seemed to take something out of Remus though. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He looked tired again.

“Merlin, Padfoot, what have you done?” He said to himself. Six years. Six years since James and Lily. Six years since Sirius. Six years since that cowardly rat, Wormtail disappeared. Six years old. She's so young, he thought. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments.

“I was a lot like you, you know.” He said, not making eye contact. “I went to a school like this one. Where people tried to help me but never could.” He pulled at a weed that sprouted between the cracks of the step. He turned it between his fingers before tossing it.

“Is that where you got those scars?” You ask. Your voice was quiet but curious, you didn’t want to offend him.

“Some of them. But most of ‘em have faded.” He didn’t offer any more explanation than that. You didn’t pry. He pulled out his wallet. It contained a few bills you didn’t recognize, an old train ticket, a few coins, and a crumpled up photo. He slid out the page and unfolded it, holding it out for you to see. The bodies on the page seemed to move. You needed your medication, your hallucinations were vivid. Almost real. “Look here, kid.” He pointed to a figure “Here I am,” he slid his finger to another figure on the paper, the face too old and blurry to make out. “That there is Sirius. That’s your dad.” You stared at the shifting figure. You didn’t have the chance to say anything. Dumbledore walked outside, slipping what looked like a stick into a pocket of his robe. How silly, you thought.

After a word with Remus, Dumbledore had seemingly vanished out of thin air and you walked hand in hand with the tall man, away from the terrible building. You got onto a train with him, still waiting for the moment you’d learn about the new trial they’d test on you or the new medicine that would make you stop hallucinating. You fell asleep curled up into the seat. Remus felt a tug at his ribs. You were too much like Sirius.

When you woke up, you were in bed. It was small but it was more comfortable than any bed in any hospital you'd ever been in. When Remus checked in on you, he explained a few things. You were going to live with him for a while and that you should try to call this place home.

He made you toast. He spread out four different kinds of spread on each corner and cut it nicely. Moony toast, he called it. You ate it alongside him quietly. You’d be happy to stay with him if you could eat toast like this.

“Are you my new dad?” You asked between bites. This made him flinch. He thought about what to say for a long time before he sighed.

“Just eat your toast, mate.”

Life with Remus wasn’t easy, but it was happy. You finally had roots. You laughed with him and he’d patch up your knees when you fell. He’d disappear for a few days every month and he’d come back looking hurt but you got used to it. Besides, kind people watched you while he was gone. Sometimes, a cat would just sit on the window and watch you when you were alone. She would let you pet her while Remus went on day trips to get his own medication. You thought it was weird but you couldn’t complain.

For the first time, you had your own room. You decorated it with Remus, too. You folded paper and made little garlands. He gave you some posters from your dad. He gave you lots of Sirius’s stuff, in fact. Your favorite was an old worn leather jacket. It swallowed you up but you would use it as a blanket at night. You imagined your dad wearing it. It made Remus happy when you wore it. So you rarely took it off. You also got lots of photos. Boxes of them. Some were taken from Sirius’s camera, which Remus kept for himself. This time, when you saw some of these photos moving, you learned they weren’t hallucinations.

When you were old enough, Dumbledore came back. You remembered his kindness so you trusted him fully when he explained to you about wizards and witches. You were sad when you learned of your father and his crimes. Remus tensed when Dumbledore explained this.

Dumbledore told you everything, not even leaving out Remus’s lycanthropy. You never felt frightened. You loved your Remus. (You finally understood why the people that looked after you in his absence called him Moony.) For the first time, you weren’t afraid when you learned about a new school for you. Hogwarts was a magical school. One without doctors or therapy trials. You were excited to go and you would count the days to receive your acceptance letter.

The only upsetting thing, surprisingly, was when you realized that you weren’t a psycho.

That you never hallucinated or needed therapy.

You didn’t need to go through all of that testing.

The homes, the abuse, the scars and bruises.

You bled for nothing.

You weren't a kid who needed to be hit, you just needed a parent.

When he saw the look on your face, Remus became upset at this. He didn't like to think about what you went through. Didn't like thinking about the time before you were a silly, crazy kid. When you were small and bruised and looked like a caged animal. Like a wild dog.

Remus wiped his cheek.

You were mad. Mad at your teachers and doctors and previous foster parents. You were mad at your dad. Very mad at your dad. He couldn’t be there for you so you suffered. It’s his fault you were a wizard, it was his blood that made you be this way. It's him who made you see these things, so you blamed him.

Remus told you stories about Sirius to try to reassure you about your father. That he was good. He was funny and bright and just like you. It didn’t help though. You still resented Sirius. Maybe he wasn’t a killer, but he wasn’t there for you like he should have been. You heard stories of his family and friends. How he was a prankster. You loved to hear stories about him. Not because of your affection for your father, though.

You liked to hear stories of Sirius because Remus was happier talking about the past. He looked younger and brighter, a weight lifted when he told his stories. He darkened when you asked where his friends were; where Lily and James were. (You got him to tell you the full story a year later. He was adamant that your father wasn’t a killer. You agreed. Sirius Black wasn't guilty. After all, your Moony wouldn’t speak so fondly of a murderer.)

When you turned eleven and your letter for Hogwarts finally came, you were sad to leave. You were given a magic wand from Dumbledore which you were very scared you were going to break. You got books and supplies, all from the headmaster. You even got a nice letter from the cat who would watch you sometimes while Remus was away. This confused you. Apparently she taught there. (How a cat could teach a class at a school, you had no idea) This made Remus chuckle. "Good old Minnie." He murmured. You had no clue who Minnie was.

You packed up your bags and trunk. (which took a lot longer than it had in the past) and you went with Remus to the famed platform where a train would take you away to Hogwarts. You were scared. You didn’t want to be sent away again. Remus was reassuring, holding your hand the whole time. Even as you heard the train approaching the station. You noticed the looks people gave the two of you.

People who knew the tragedy of The Marauders, people who thought they knew the loss. Remus shrugged it off. “Just people I haven’t seen in a while, kid. Don’t think too much about it.”

He gave you explicit instructions. He showed you a newspaper and pointed to the boy on the cover. He was scrawny and he wore wire framed glasses. He had stringy brown hair. Harry was his name and Remus told you to find him quickly and become his friend. He was James and Lily's son.

He said you’d do each other some good; being tied together by the fraying strings of a friendship so close, it may have been a family. Harry was alone and you understood being alone.

The train whistled, signalling the need for students to board. You looked at Remus and you started to cry. He pulled you into a hug. You didn’t realize he was crying too until you felt the wetness of his tears against your shoulder. He sniffed as he held you tightly. He loved you. He was just as much your father as Sirius was.

As he held you, he thanked whatever was up in the universe for sending you to him. He was on the brink of giving up when Dumbledore urged him to come save you from the terrible institution. Your childlike chaos filled the halls of his home that were once stuffy with grief. He once prayed and wished that he could look into Sirius’s eyes again - to hear his laugh. You gave him that.

“Okay, kid” He pulled back from you and put his hands on either side of your head, kissing your hair with his eyes shut. You cried, looking up at him. He clutched onto Sirius’s leather jacket, Pulling it over your robes. It was still big on you but it wasn’t blanket sized anymore. Merlin, he really didn’t want you to leave.

“Will I ever see you again, Moony?” You sobbed, looking up at him. You were desperate not to leave.

His heart cracked. You thought he was sending you away for good. He said your name with a sniff, hugging you as another tear slipped “Oh, my dear of course you will. You’ll be home for Christmas, I promise.” He looked at you with an intensity, memorizing your little face before he had to say goodbye. With one last tight hug and a kiss on the head, he sent you off and watched as you scuttled into the train.

Once on board, you were met with so much energy. Older and younger kids in a bustle of movement. You had never seen so many children so happy. Sure, you met kids at your past institutions but they were never lively. All of them were as beaten down as you used to be. But these kids, all dressed in robes like your own were joyful. You walked nervously down the line of compartments, Remus’s words looping through your mind. Harry Potter, just find Harry. He’ll be your friend. It’s in your blood.

You passed some menacing kids in dark robes with green. They were calling other kids on the train names that you didn’t understand but you decided that you wanted to stay under their radar. You saw a couple of teenagers bullying a younger boy holding a toad. You decided then that you didn’t like those people wearing green. They all seemed dreadful.

After you passed all the horrible green-robed students, you were frantic to find an empty compartment. All of these kids already had friends. Your only friend was Moony, you didn’t know the first thing about meeting other people. Eventually you found an empty compartment and you sat down alone. You held on tightly to the leather jacket over your robes, knuckles white as you watched the landscape pass.

You were used to the silence, the hum of the car relaxing. But you didn’t get much time to revel in your lonesome because the compartment opened and a small boy stepped in shyly. The one kid on the train that you knew.

He was thin with unbrushed hair. He looked like the man in some of Sirius's polaroids, you thought. Except his eyes. They were a stunning green.

“Is it okay if I sit with you?” He asked, pushing up his glasses, the nosepiece held together with tape. You nodded. “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” He held out his hand for you to shake, which you took, greeting him as he sat down. He was just as nervous as you. But he seemed happy, excited.

You were just dreading being away from the only home you’ve known.

“It’s nice to meet you,” You said after you introduced yourself. “I was told to try to find you.” Harry was worried. He thought you’d barrage him with questions about the Dark Lord or ask him confusing questions that he didn’t understand. But instead you smiled nervously. “Our dads were best mates when they were in school.”

Harry smiled.

AAAH, if you read this far thank you. i really think this could be a cool series and i like how i'm planning to write the characters.

please tell me if you like this and if I should write the next chapter that's been brewing in my mind cauldron.

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MEETING THE MARAUDERS𓂃 𓈒 ❀

marauder!remus lupin x slytherin!fem!reader

synopsis – after spending a lot of time with remus and with his friends insisting on meeting you, he finally decides to invite you to spend an afternoon with them.

a/n – you can read it either as a continuation of the fourth year part of this fic but it isn't necessary because it also works as a one shot.

fluff.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous.

remus had become a big part of your life, you even introduced him to your bowtruckle, a secret you had kept from everyone else, and he had treated it with nothing but kindness. now, he thought it was only fair to return the favor—to introduce you to his friends.

a small part of you was curious, but the other part of you, the one that had spent years being the odd one out, wasn’t sure if you could go through with it, not because you didn’t trust remus, but because people like his friends—popular, loud, charming—didn’t mix with people like you.

—i... i don't think this is a good idea, what if i don't fit in? —you asked the bowtruckle. you paced around your room, luckily your awful roommates were out, giving you the space to overthink in peace. —what if they think i’m not funny? or too quiet? what if they just —you sighed, pressing your palms against your face, —don’t like me?

the bowtruckle, entirely unimpressed by your spiral, drummed its tiny fingers against your wrist in quick, impatient taps, as if trying to snap you out of your overthinking. it chirped, as if telling you that everything was going to be alright, that remus was waiting for you, that he wanted you there with them, with him.

—easy for you to say, —you mumbled, adjusting your pocket so it could settle back in. —you’re effortlessly charming.

—i can't wait to meet her, remus, i bet she's super sweet, —lily said excitedly as she sat next to remus in the gryffindor common room.

—if she appears, —sirius added to make remus even more nervous.

—she will, —remus said with confidence, though a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. you weren’t the kind of person to throw yourself into new situations easily. he knew that. this was pushing you out of your comfort zone.

—yeah, of course she will, —james said with a smirk. —she can't miss this chance with our moony and we have to green light her.

—green light her? —remus couldn't believe what he was hearing.

—you thought we’d just let some wicked slytherin into your life without making sure she’s not, i don’t know, secretly plotting your demise? —sirius asked.

—and what if she’s not worthy of our dear, delicate remus? what if she can handle his brooding nature, his tragically poetic soul? —james added, pouting and pinching remus' cheeks.

—get off, —remus groaned, pushing james’ hands away.

peter laughed, —no, but they have a point. we just want to make sure she’s good enough for you, moony. you’ve been rejecting girls left and right for years, and now, suddenly, you’ve got someone special? we’re intrigued.

remus knew what peter meant by someone special and he wanted to brush off their teasing, to dismiss the idea that you were anything more than just a friend, but he couldn't say that you weren't someone special because you were, even if he couldn’t fully admit it yet.

—she's just a friend, —remus finally said, the words almost getting caught in his throat.

everyone waited for remus to say something more, or for someone to break the tension after what they'd just heard. james and sirius shared a look, lily bit her lip as she glanced between remus and the others, and peter raised his eyes from his book as if he had heard his friend tell the biggest lie in the world.

remus was annoyed by the sudden silence. —what? she's just a friend, —he repeated, like saying it enough times would make it true, like he was not only trying to convince his friends but also himself.

james nodded, —sure, mate.

in that moment, you knocked on the picture frame and remus stood up all of a sudden, so fast that lily barely had time to move her legs before he nearly tripped over them. james leaned back on the couch, elbowing sirius. —just a friend, huh?

remus ignored them, muttering something under his breath as he reached the portrait and pulled it open. you knocked three times, just as remus told you to. he wasn't allowed to tell you the gryffindor password, so this quiet signal was the best option. a part of you hoped he wouldn’t hear it, that you could leave before anyone noticed you were even there.

you still had time to turn around, to disappear and pretend this never happened. your pulse pounded in your ears, every muscle in your body tensed. you once were made for this—groups, attention, friendship that extended beyond hushed library corners and whispered conversations by the black lake—, but now you didn't know if you could take it.

then, the portrait swung open and remus stood there, looking at you like he knew exactly what you were thinking. he didn’t say anything at first, just studied you, like he was giving you one last chance to change your mind. but when you didn’t move, didn’t speak, he gave you a small smile.

—hi, —you said first, trying to act as if you weren't panicking inside.

—hey, —remus stepped aside to let you in. his eyes moved to the pocket on your slythetin shirt. —hey there, little one.

the bowtruckle peeked out, chirping softly at the familiar voice. it seemed completely at ease, unlike you, whose heart was pounding so hard you were sure remus could hear it. you stepped into the common room. it was nothing like slytherin's, you swore the warmth of the place not only radiated from the fireplace but from the people there, everyone seemed to exist in a kind of effortless friendship.

—don't get used to it, slytherin, you will have to return to your dungeon at some point, —sirius teased when he saw you analyzing the room.

remus looked at him in terror, that's how you were received? already kicking you out? he was going to apologize in behalf of his friend, how many times would he have to do that during the afternoon? but before he could say anything, you just shyly smiled.

—didn’t realize gryffindors were so territorial.

you fought to try and not to start shaking after saying that. you could handle teasing, you had been handling it all these years but no one made it in a friendly way. but with remus' friends, it felt lighter, even if you could still feel the weight of their attention on you. remus was surprised and a bit relieved that you had followed sirius's teasing with such ease. he expected maybe a little defensive, which he could've completely understand, but instead, you handled it just fine.

sirius grinned, clearly pleased that you weren’t intimidated. —oh, we are. especially when it comes to moony.

he extended his hand, an expectant look on his face, as if daring you to take it. you placed your hand in his, matching his energy as best you could.

—don't worry, he's the worst one out of all five, the rest of us are more normal, —james got up from his place on the couch and walked toward you, his signature smirk firmly in place. he also extended his hand and you shook it.

—yeah, i wouldn’t use the word normal to describe any of us… but we’re nice people, —peter added, also approaching you. you also shook his hand, with a small smile on his lips, entertained by them.

—for merlin's beard! you're here! —you heard a girl's voice say behind you, filled with excitement. you turned around just in time to see a redhead approaching, her green eyes bright with curiosity. before you could say anything, she wrapped her arms around you and your eyes widened in surprise.

in that moment, you realized just how long it had been since someone hugged you like this, like it was the most natural thing in the world. remus got a little scared because he knew you weren't used to people being as intense as lily, and for a second, he worried it might overwhelm you. but then, he watched as you slowly and hesitantly lifted your arms and hugged her back.

—i knew you'd come,— she said as she pulled back, holding your hands as if to confirm you were real. —they made it sound like you might run for the hills!

—we did not say that, —peter said.

—you implied it, —lily shot back with a knowing grin.

sirius, moved to sit on the couch as he smirked. —smart girl. she should have run.

you exhaled sharply, shaking your head. —believe me, i thought about it.

they all laughed but they knew that you were being serious.

remus should have been the one to lead the conversation, to make this easier for you. but he was too caught up in making sure nothing overwhelmed you, that no one said anything to make you second-guess being here. so it was james who took the lead instead.

—hmm, forgive lily, she's been dying to meet you, —james explained.

—yeah, remus talks about you all the time, how could i not?

in that moment, remus came back to reality, his ears and cheeks burning. you were unsure if you wanted to laugh or shrink into the floor. your heart pounded, not in fear, but in something close to warmth. if your bowtruckle didn’t have strict orders to not make an appearance, it would’ve already started chirping, betraying your secret because if remus talked about you… you were just as guilty. but thankfully, your tiny traitor stayed put.

—this is gonna be a fun evening, — sirius declared.

lily's lips parted to say something after she realized what she just said but, once again, james saved the situation.

—right, then! —he clapped his hands together. —since moony is too busy overthinking and evans is two seconds away from adopting you, i’ll be your official gryffindor tour guide for the evening. they can get the food and the drinks

lily rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, already pulling remus. —come on, moony, — she said. —we’ve got snack duty, apparently.

you nodded slowly, assuring remus that you'd be fine. then, once they left, you looked around the common room, there were so many things that it was hard to focus on just one. james noticed your distraction and nudged you lightly. —overwhelmed, are we?

—a bit, — you huffed a laugh and admitted, still glancing around.

—don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, —peter added.

—first, the fireplace, —james said, him and peter walked by your side around the common room to show you thing by thing. —you want warmth? you fight for a seat here. sirius practically lives on that couch.

—next, we have the best table for last-minute essay writing, —james gestured toward a large wooden table covered with at least three half-empty cups of tea.

—or for pretending to write essays while actually playing wizard’s chess, —peter added. —this is lily’s and your remus' preferred study spot. no one dares sit there when they're in one of their homework moods. but it’s been ages since remus last showed up here, hasn’t it, james? any idea why?

—oh, i wonder what could've possibly distracted him, —james added dramatically, stroking his chin like a detective solving a mystery. —could it be… a certain slytherin?

you felt the warmth rush to your cheeks as all eyes turned to you, their grins filled with mischief. in that moment, sirius appeared and threw his arm over your shoulder. you tensed for a second. first lily and now sirius. physical affection wasn't something you were used to but they were effortlessly casual about it, like this was just how things worked here.

—don’t worry, slytherin, —sirius said, smirking as he pulled you into his side like you’d been friends forever. his easygoing nature made it hard to feel uncomfortable. —we tease because we care. and because it’s fun. we know you're taking good care of our moony, you've even gotten him to enjoy herbology.

—leave her alone, —lily said, slipping between you and sirius.

remus and lily had just returned, bringing snacks and drinks, though it was remus carrying everything. lily, on the other hand, had hooked her arm through yours, gently tugging you away from sirius as if to physically shield you from any more teasing.

—i'll show you the rest of the common room, while they, —she shot a deadly glance to james, peter an remus, —go and help moony.

the three of them collectively let out a dramatic huff but moved to help remus with the rest of the snacks.

—they're too much, but you'll get used to them, —lily said as she guided you toward the next part of the common room. the wall was covered in moving photographs, some of past gryffindor students, others of current ones. —this is the unofficial gryffindor history wall, —lily explained. —you’ll find pictures of old quidditch teams, past hogwarts students and prank victims...

you stepped closer, eyes scanning the frames. there, in one of the more recent photographs, were remus, james, sirius, and peter, all together. you smiled a little. remus had that same soft expression, he was pushing his reading glasses up on his nose, clearly attempting to look composed for the picture but his friends were doing everything in their power to ruin that.

you felt lily nudge you softly, —saw something you like? —lily asked. your cheeks warmed slightly again, and you glanced at her, suddenly aware of how long you’d been staring. lily giggled and tightened her arm around yours as if silently telling you that everything was alright. —you two are adorable.

before you could attempt to defend yourself, a loud voice interrupted.

—oi! evans! stop stealing our slytherin!

lily rolled her eyes, annoyed because he wanted to spend more time alone with you. you two walked back to the fireplace where the four boys where. lily let go your arm and moved quickly to stop james from eating all her favorite snack. you lingered near the couches, suddenly unsure of where to sit. you weren’t sure of the unspoken rules there of who usually sat where.

—hey, —remus said from behind you. he held a magic chess in his hands, his warm brown eyes watching you carefully, searching for any sign of discomfort. —you okay? sorry my friends hoarded you. i apologize for them, but they mean well.

you nodded, —no need to apologize, i'm okay. they're fun.

remus gave you a small, relieved smile. —come sit with me.

you nodded again. you made your way over to the couch, and though it was only big enough for two, it was small enough that your leg brushed against his as you sat. lily and james shared a similar couch, just that she had her head resting on his legs. sirius had taken the armchair, with both of his legs hanging over the armrest. peter was sitting on the rug, his back against the space where sirius' legs were supposed to be hanging and a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

—why don't you tell us about yourself, slytherin?

you felt the sudden weight of their attention, all eyes now on you. it had been so long since anyone had been genuinely interested in what you had to say about yourself that you didn't even know where to start. the words felt stuck in your throat, and for a moment, you wondered if you should just retreat back into the comfortable silence you were used to.

you cleared your throat, trying to shake off the hesitation. you shifted slightly on the couch and remus moved his hand to rest on your leg, a subtle reminder that you were in a friendly space, with no judgment, no rush, just people who wanted to know you.

—what do you want to know? —you asked sirius back.

—your family. are they wizards? —peter asked before sirius could.

you shook your head. —no, i'm the only witch in my family.

—i'm also a muggle-born! —lily said, excited. james, sirius and peter told you that they were pure bloods and remus didn't need to tell you that he was a half-blood because you already knew that.

—what is your quidditch team?

—i don't... i don't really like quidditch.

the room fell silent for a moment. three pairs of eyes stared at you in various stages of shock, disbelief, and—on sirius’ part—betrayal. even lily blinked at you, surprised, though she didn’t look nearly as horrified as the boys did. you swallowed, waiting for an answer from them. did you say something wrong?

—you don’t like quidditch? —james repeated, as if the words physically pained him to say out loud. he placed a dramatic hand over his heart. —tell me you’re joking.

—i’m not, —you admitted with a small nervous smile. —i just never really got into it. i didn't grow up watching quidditch and i don't get along particularly well with the slytherin quidditch team.

—she has a point about the slytherin team, though, —lily chimed in, grabbing some gummies from the table. —they’re insufferable.

—moony, i can’t believe you brought us someone here someone who doesn’t like quidditch, —james complained loudly.

remus looked over at you with a small smile. —don’t listen to them. it’s not a requirement to like quidditch to be our friend.

—it should be, —sirius mumbled under his breath. lily threw him the gummy bear she had in her hand.

—what do you do for fun then? —peter asked, tilting his head curiously.

you hesitated for a moment, then answered, —i like reading.

you heard a collective huff coming from the other three boys and you couldn't help but giggle. remus had told you about they hated study time and the library, always trying to find ways to avoid it.

—see? brilliant hobby, —remus perked up immediately. —she also loves magical creatures.

sirius grinned. —careful, moony, sounds like you’ve met your perfect match.

you felt your face heat up at sirius’ words, although you didn't really understood his comment. out of the corner of your eye, you caught remus ducking his head slightly, suddenly very interested in adjusting his sweater sleeves.

—i think it’s great. magical creatures are fascinating. —lily said, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. she turned to you, her head still resting on james' legs, clearly eager to hear more. —what’s your favorite?

your thoughts drifted to the little creature you carried with you. the soft movement in your pocket reminded you of it—your bowtruckle, likely tucked in and sleeping by now. you ran a hand over your pocket, as if to reassure the tiny creature that it was still safe.

—well, —you started, your voice softer now as you spoke about something that was dear to you. —i think my favorite would have to be bowtruckles.

you saw the flicker of mischief appear on sirius' eyes when you mentioned bowtruckles and you knew he was going to ask you about it. that time at the beginning of the year when he and remus ran into you and saw your little friend.

—they're small, but they’re very clever. they’re experts at camouflaging themselves. but they’re also very loyal. if they trust you, they’ll protect you. i think that’s what I like the most about them.

for a moment, all of them looked at you closely, their expressions a mix of curiosity and surprise. you felt a slight knot form in your stomach as a wave of self-consciousness washed over you. had you said too much? overshared? remus, of course, was the first to offer a soft smile, his brown eyes warm and understanding.

—wow... that's so interesting, —james said. peter and lily hummed and nodded, agreeing with him. his eyes now softened with curiosity. —it’s... cool. you’ve got this whole different perspective on magic. i like it.

—you speak about bowtruckles as if you really know them, —sirius teased.

remus knew exactly what sirius was getting at. although remus already knew your bowtruckle, he also caught a glimpse of it on the train at the beginning of the year, no matter how much you had tried to act as if it had been nothing. —of course she knows them, —remus said smoothly, cutting sirius off before he could push further. —she just told you they're her favorites.

sirius rolled his eyes, —oh shut up, moony.

that nickname again. you'd been hearing it all evening. moony. it felt familiar on their tongues, effortless. you didn’t want to seem too nosy, but you finally couldn't hold it back. —i have to ask, what’s with the nickname? why moony?

the room fell silent for a brief moment. everyone else seemed to glance at remus. he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, as if trying to figure out how to explain it without revealing the truth. he wasn't ready for that yet. the mere thought of telling you made his stomach twist.

—in our first year at hogwarts, remus was so obsessed with astronomy, —james began, a nostalgic grin spreading across his face as if he was not telling the biggest lie ever, but he had to cover his friends back this time. he was sure that when remus was ready to tell you the truth, you’d understand. until then, this would have to do.

—yeah, he used to stay up all night with that bloody telescope of his, staring at the moon, —sirius added smoothly, catching on to james’ quick improvisation without hesitation.

—that's why we call him moony. he was obsessed, he knew more about the phases of the moon than any professor.

you hummed, nodding. it was odd. of all the time you'd spent with remus, he had never once mentioned his supposed passion for astronomy, nor the moon. you glanced at him, but he was focused on adjusting the chess pieces in front of him, as if willing himself not to look at you.

—i grew out of it, —remus said as if reading your mind.

—tragic, really, —james sighed, shaking his head. —all those sleepless nights, and for what? a nickname?

—enough about moony's past, —sirius said, —we’ve covered quidditch—disappointing answer, by the way. we’ve covered your special interests—very cool answer. what about dueling? potions? are you a secret prodigy in some terrifying slytherin skill?

you giggled, was he serious about this?

—have you ever cursed someone? —peter asked, leaning in a little, as if waiting for some grand confession.

james added. —yeah, i bet you know a ton of dark spells, don’t you?

—for merlin's beard! what are these questions? —remus exclaimed, rubbing his forehead as if trying to block out the absurdity of it all.

lily, equally horrified by the direction the conversation had taken, quickly stepped in. —do you play chess?

you let out a small laugh and nodded. sirius leaned back into the armchair with a pout.

—aw, no dark magic duels? no secret spells? —he teased.

—if you beat me at chess, we'll duel and i'll teach you some dark spells.

and sirius seemed satisfied because you two were the first ones to play. he wasted no time in making his first move, playing aggressively, clearly expecting you to struggle. but you didn't. with each move, you countered him easily. peter was the easiest to beat and james tried but just lasted a little longer than sirius. lily put up the best fight of them all, but after a long battle, she sighed, surrendering her king in resignation.

now, it was remus sitting on the floor in front of you, his legs crossed as he studied the board with quiet concentration. there was a little smile on his lips as he looked up at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back. the rest of them watched, a little amazed. there was something different about this match, something unspoken between you and remus as you played.

—they’re not even talking, —sirius whispered.

—they don’t need to, —lily murmured back, eyes flicking between the two of you.

james huffed, crossing his arms. —if they end up falling in love over a chessboard, i’m going to be so annoyed.

lily didn’t say anything else, but she could already see it. the way you and remus moved, the way you met each other’s gazes with soft smiles, the quiet ease between you—it was obvious. maybe not to the two of you just yet, but to everyone else in the room, it was as clear as day. the game ended in a draw, much to everyone's surprise. you extended your hand across the board to him, and remus took it with a light laugh.

the rest of the evening was just as great. you listened, content, as the group chatted about their various adventures, schoolwork, and the latest pranks they were planning for the next hogsmeade trip. you should come with us to hogsmeade the next time! lily said excited and they all agreed.

peter had taken your spot on the couch, leaving you and remus on the floor. your backs were leaning against the soft cushions. remus had hugged his legs to his chest, his knees drawn up as he rested his arms loosely around them. his attention on the group but his gaze drifting back to you every so often, as if checking in. every time your eyes met, there was that same unspoken connection, like a shared secret. you weren’t sure if he even realized he was doing it, but it made you feel seen in a way that was both comforting and... exciting.

it was comforting for him as well—seeing a happier look on your face, watching you laugh, relax, and get along so easily with his friends. their teasing had managed to break through your walls. maybe it was the way sirius had declared you not so bad for a slytherin. or the way james had groaned dramatically when you beat him, but still ruffled your hair like you were already one of them. maybe it was lily’s knowing looks, her quiet reassurances, or peter’s eager interest in your stories.

or maybe—just maybe—it was just remus.

because even now, as the conversation carried on around you, his presence beside you made you feel safe.

remus let go of his legs and one of his hands dropped to the floor right by yours. it wasn’t quite touching, but it was close enough that you could feel the warmth from his skin. you wondered if it was intentional. If he was testing the waters, seeing if you’d pull away. you didn’t. instead, your fingers twitched slightly, brushing against his just barely. it could have been an accident, a coincidence. but you knew it wasn’t when he turned his palm up, open—an invitation.

your fingers hesitated for only a moment before you moved your hand into his, your palm pressing lightly against his own as his fingers curled around yours. neither of you looked at each other, not directly. he kept his gaze ahead, pretending to listen to whatever his friends were saying, but you could see the small, pleased smile playing at the corner of his lips.

then, a soft chirping sound broke through the warmth of the moment. your bowtruckle, nestled in your pocket, had stirred, reminding you of something. your eyes went to the clock on the wall—it was late.

—oh, i should go, —you said interrupting the conversation as you stood from the floor, letting go remus' hands. every part of you wanted to stay just a little longer.

—i'll walk you to the dungeons, —remus stood up, brushing off his sweater as if the decision had already been made.

james smirked. —should we expect you back before sunrise, or…?

remus rolled his eyes as he grabbed his wand from the table. —hilarious. truly.

lily got up from the couch and went to hug you. this time you were ready to hug her back, —it’s been great meeting you, —she said as she pulled away, smiling. —i hope you join us again soon. in fact, i was planning to go over my potions homework tomorrow. maybe we can do it together?

—yeah, there’s also a quidditch match tomorrow. gryffindor versus hufflepuff. not the most exciting thing, but still worth watching. maybe when you and lily are done with your studying, you can join us, —james added.

you blinked, caught off guard by how easily they included you in her plans, —oh, yeah. that sounds nice, actually, —you admitted.

lily beamed. —perfect! i’ll save you a seat in the library. goodnight. and be careful, both of you.

peter offered a small wave and a genuine, goodnight, before turning back to the others. sirius, still lounging in the armchair, of course had to make the last joke of the evening, try not to hex our dear moony on the way down, yeah? we’re trusting you not to unleash one of your dark magic tricks on him. remus let out a sigh, shaking his head. you let out a little laugh with a goodbye sirius.

stepping out of the common room, you walked beside remus, your footsteps echoing slightly in the empty hallways, neither of you in a rush to reach your destination. his hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants, and you found yourself glancing at them more than once. after a moment, remus spoke, his voice softer now. —you fit in well with them.

you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. —do i?

he nodded. —yeah. they definitely like you.

you let out a quiet chuckle, the sound almost nervous, as a strange sensation stirred in your chest, something you couldn’t quite decipher. —well, they don’t know me that well yet.

—they know enough, —he said simply.

the feeling in your chest was a mix of not having fit in with anyone for years and the satisfaction of finally finding people you were comfortable around. you almost wanted to ask what enough meant, would it be true what lily had said earlier, about how remus couldn't stop talking about you? the idea crossed your mind, making your stomach flutter. you weren’t sure if you could believe it. it felt safer to think that way, rather than consider the possibility that remus might actually think about you when you weren’t in the room.

but before you could ask him, remus gave a soft sigh, breaking the silence. —did you have fun?

you nodded, —so much fun. i didn’t expect it to be this… easy.

remus glanced over at you, his eyes softening in that familiar way they always did when he listened to you. he had a way of making you feel like what you said mattered, and that was something you weren’t used to.

—you know you hurt james' ego when you beat him at chess, right? especially in front of lily, —he said with a mischievous smile.

you chuckled. as you walked, the two of you chatted about the rest of the evening. only your laughter could be heard in the corridors of the castle. you watched as he pulled his hands out of his pockets, stretching his fingers slightly before letting them fall at his sides. if you were now the one reaching for it, would he let you?

you hesitated. maybe it was the late hour making you bold. your fingers twitched slightly, debating. testing. it would be so easy to just... let your fingers brush against his, to close the space between you. but before you could make a decision, the entrance to the slytherin dungeons came into view.

you swallowed, slowing your steps. too late.

—i’m glad you came tonight, —he said, his voice gentle. —it’s been nice, having you here.

for a moment, you just stood there, facing each other in the dim light of the castle corridor.

—thank you for inviting me, i had so much fun, —you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

remus nodded. a few seconds of silence stretched between you. he looked as if he wanted to say something more, something important, but the words never came. instead, he exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

—i... i should leave before filch finds us, —he finally said, his voice quieter now.

you gave a small chuckle. —yeah, wouldn’t want detention right when we have plans for tomorrow.

he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. you melted into it. he smelled faintly of old parchment, chocolate, and something distinctly him—something comforting. you still remembered the first time he hugged you. you hadn’t known what to do with yourself. physical affection had never come naturally to you, and for a long time, you had simply stood there, unmoving, unsure of how to reciprocate. but now? now, you fit against him effortlessly, as if this had always been meant to happen.

his arms tightened slightly, just for a second, as if he wanted to hold on a little longer. you felt his heartbeat, steady and calm, before he finally exhaled and slowly pulled away. but not completely. as he moved back, his cheek brushed against yours, and for the briefest moment, his lips ghosted over your skin.

your breath hitched. it was barely a touch, more of an accident than an intention, but it sent a rush of warmth through you.

remus stayed there, really close to your face. his hesitation was brief, but you caught it—the way his dark brown eyes moved to look at your lips. and then, before either of you could think too much about it, he moved. slowly, carefully, like he was giving you a chance to pull away, remus leaned in. his nose brushed against yours, your breaths mingled in the small space between you, and then he finally closed the distance.

his lips met yours, soft and unsure at first, but when you didn’t pull away, when instead you tilted your head just slightly to meet him better, he deepened the kiss. his hand, warm and steady, found its way to your cheek, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw.

there was a knot in your stomach, tight and overwhelming. you had spent so long convincing yourself that this kind of intimacy wasn’t meant for you. your fingers curled tighter into the fabric of his sweater as if afraid that the moment might slip away too soon. and maybe remus felt the same, because just before he pulled back, he kissed you again—just once, a little firmer, like he was making sure this was real.

you looked down, shy, and remus laughed.

—i should really leave now, —he murmured, though he made no move to step away.

—yeah, —you said softly, but neither of you moved.

the castle was quiet around you, the dim light casting long shadows on the stone walls. it felt like you were standing in a moment just outside of time. remus exhaled slowly, as if gathering the will to actually leave. then, in one last act of hesitation, he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

—goodnight, —he said against your skin.

you stood there for a moment after he left, your heart still racing, your lips still tingling. and then, with a quiet smile to yourself, you turned and made your way to the dungeons. as you walked, your bowtruckle peeked out of your pocket, tilting its tiny head before letting out a soft chirp.

—you should be sleeping, —you told it. your bowtruckle chirped again. you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. —did that really happened? oh, don’t look at me like that, —you whispered. —it was just a kiss, —the little creature let out another noise before scurrying back into the folds of your robes, apparently satisfied with whatever it had seen.

when remus returned to the common room, he found lily still there, waiting. she didn’t say anything at first, just raised an eyebrow as he walked in. he sighed, already knowing where this was going.

—don’t make this a bigger deal than it is, —remus said, his tone more vulnerable than any of them were used to hearing. he plopped down on the sofa beside lily as he ran his hands over his face.

lily’s smile softened as she watched him with a sympathy. she reached over to gently nudge his shoulder, offering him a quiet kind of support.

—i don’t know what’s going on, alright? it’s complicated, and i don’t want to screw it up.

lily nodded, because she understood, because she knew him well enough to recognize the fear behind his hesitation. —you won't, —she said.

he sighed, leaning back into the sofa, staring at the dying embers in the fireplace. his fingers twitched like he wanted to fidget with something, like he had too much energy left from the night despite how tired he suddenly felt.

—what do you think of her?

—she's great, i think you two make a great pair and i think that you’re overthinking again.

—am i? —he asked, glancing at her.

—yes. —she nudged his arm gently. —you like her, don’t you?

his silence was answer enough.

—and she clearly likes you too, —lily continued. —she wouldn’t have stayed so long tonight if she didn’t.

she stretched, suppressing a yawn as she got up from the couch. remus let out a slow breath, sinking into the couch. the memory of the kiss still vivid on his mind. —i kissed her, —he admitted, almost like he was still processing it himself. the words slipping out as if saying them aloud would make it feel less overwhelming. he wasn’t even sure if he was talking to lily or just to himself, still processing the fact that it had happened at all.

lily’s eyes widened, but she quickly hid her expression into something more composed. —and?

—and it was… nice.

lily rolled her eyes, though her smile betrayed her amusement. —nice? that’s all you’re giving me?

remus huffed a laugh, shaking his head. —fine. it was really nice. terrifying, but nice.

lily grinned. —well, i think she’s good for you, and i think you should let yourself be happy for once. —she leaned to kiss the top of remus' head as a good night. as she turned toward the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, she threw one last glance over her shoulder. —and for what it is worth, i think you shouldn't let the boys know that you are, you know... exchanging saliva with her, —

—for merlin’s beard, lily! —he exclaimed, interrupting her incredulous. exchanging saliva was the grossest way she could have put it.

lily only laughed, clearly pleased with herself. —unless, of course, you want them to start planning the wedding.

she left him alone in the common room, the only sounds left being the faint crackling of the dying fire and the occasional creak of the old castle settling around him. but in his mind, he could still hear your soft laugh. it was strange, how easily you had slipped into their group, how natural it had felt to have you there. even stranger was the way he had let himself get so caught up in it all—the chess match, the quiet moments, the warmth of your hand brushing against his. and then, the kiss.

remus exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. he should go to bed. merlin help him, because he knew he was already in too deep.

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msmk11 · 1 day ago

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Lol I love this

sev's essay - harry potter

summary: maybe you shouldn't have left your summer homework for the last minute. at least you're not the only one though... wc: 0.6k+ this is also platonic!golden trio, established relationship with harry and reader. part of my wolfstar!daughter au :)

With a loud groan, you sunk into the chair you were sitting on in the middle of your living room, dragging the sheets of parchment underneath the table with you. You should have done the homework sooner. You should have done it sooner and should have probably listened in class when Snape told you where you could find the notes for this chapter. He was going to kill you if you came empty handed. Worse, he would humiliate you if you turned in a rubbish essay.

“You alright, love?” You perked up at the sound of your dad’s voice, briefly forgetting that your parents were sat just a couple of meters away from you, cuddled up on a couch while having a cup of tea. Kicking at the floor underneath you, you pushed yourself back up on the chair, nodding. Remus had sensed your irritation a long time ago, but he didn’t want to comment, didn’t want to make you feel worse.

Sirius shrugged into Remus’s arms, muttering “Probably Snape’s essay.” “It is Snape’s essay! It makes no sense! I- I’m going to ask help from Harry.” As you shoved your feet into your slippers, carrying your essay in one hand and quill and ink in the other, you made your way to the back door, missing Remus’s comment of “He probably didn’t know there was homework!” But Sirius slapped his arm lightly. “Let her. He’ll make her feel better about herself.”

You walked down the couple of meters down the open field to the Potters’ back door, knocking softly on the glass window to alert anyone inside before letting yourself in. James and Lily were in a similar position to your parents, sat on their couch whilst playing a game of chess. “Knight to E5.” Lily muttered, watching triumphantly as her knight knocked James’s horse.

“Hiya sweetheart!” She greeted, turning her attention to you. “Hi! Is Harry here?” And as though you summoned him, Harry came skipping down the stairs, a pencil and parchment in his hand. “I was just coming to find you.” He admitted, raising his parchment up to grab your attention.

“Did you do Sev’s essay?” You asked as a greeting, and Harry threw his head back in defeat. “I’ll give you one chance to guess what I was coming to ask you about.” James laughed from his place on the couch, extending an arm towards you at the hopeless sigh you let out. “Let me take a look, I might be able to help.” You and Harry shot each other a look, but trudged over to his dad either way, holding out the paper with the essay question on it.

Lily peeked over the piece of parchment, furrowing her eyebrows as she read the question. The couple was silent, confused looks over taking their features. You stifled a laugh, watching as James ran a hand through his wild hair, lips moving silently as he read over the question again. “This is N.E.W.T level, right?” Asked Lily for clarification. You and Harry nodded in unison.

“If aunt Lily doesn’t understand, who will?” You pondered in exasperation, but a silent answer floated in the air. You and Harry turned to look at each other in synchrony, and you grimaced at the boy.

“She’s gonna kill us if we come asking her.”

“Not if Ron got to her first.”

Snatching the parchment back from James’s hands, you ran towards the fireplace with Harry, yelling out a “Thanks!” as he tugged you into the fireplace along with him. He released a handful of floo underneath your squeezed bodies, announcing Hermione’s address so that a cage of green smoke surrounded you.

When your feet reconnecting to ground underneath you, you dusted yourself off before stepping into the living room of the Granger household. A laugh immediately escaped you as you spotted Hermione and Ron sitting at her dinner table, stationary scattered on the wooden surface in front of them. Well, at least you and Harry weren’t the only ones who waited until the end of summer to complete your assignments. Hermione barely glanced up before she sighed.

“You too?”

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jenislurking · 10 hours ago

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as a reader myself i can't imagine complaining about fanfiction.

heads up:: complaining about what you can't find under the x reader tags won't make it any easier to find. and also as someone who used to write...do you know why most writers started writing? because they couldn't find the content they wanted to read

so for the love of GOD PLEASE shut up about the lack or overload of smut or fluff or whateverthefuck.

writers aren't your fucking genies and all your fanfictions wishes aren't obligated to come true because you whined under 100+ x reader tags.

#jenstwitterfingers📱#jj maybank x reader #obx x reader #dexter morgan x reader #fred weasly x reader #spencer reid x reader #harry potter x reader #dean winchester x reader #rafe cameron x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #sam winchester x reader #damon salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #steve harrington x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader

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summermp3 · 1 day ago

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𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾…𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾! (𝖱𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

→ In which you and regulus Black are very similar

→ tropes: troubled teens, assumed mutual pining.

→ warnings: Strong language, strong mentions of parental abuse, reader has a panic attack over parental abuse mentions, Regulus smokes, smug!Regulus. minors dni

→ Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem!reader

→ word count: 1450

not proofread, I'm sorry

Something people at Hogwarts don't talk about, is how slow the days feel until the holidays begin...and when the days feel slow, people tend to gather in the library to help pass time.

Or so you thought, if so. Why was it only you and Regulus Black in the library? Had he been studying? Perhaps that's why he happened to pass you in marks on the test last week.

You sigh and walk past him to the end of the table he's sitting at, about two seats away.

"Afternoon..." he greets, turning the page of his textbook. You look up, confused. Why was he talking to you? "Afternoon...?" You mutter, pulling out your potions study book. Almost hoping, he didn't say anything else.

"Do you...want some..help?" You thought it almost found like he was struggling to speak, as if his throat had suddenly become the most painful thing in his body. "You seem like you don't want to." You respond, staring him in the eye.

"I just wanted to know...how's my brother?" You looked away, Sirius had directly told you not to talk to his brother. Because he'd probably report back to their parents, "he's good I think? Happy." You weren't exactly sure if he was but that's what you had seen.

"Does he seem, regretful at all? Guilty?" Regulus licks his lips, breaking the eye contact to look at the door entrance to the library. "I-I don't know? I've been trying to avoid him I guess" You confess.

"You used to be close." He states. "Used too, we haven't talked for a while...they all thought I needed a change and I disagreed" you attempted to smile but your throat started hurting and eyes almost welled. "Is that why you're so reluctant to going home for the holidays?" That seemed to struck a nerve for you, he noticed it too.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I decide to go because I can...and you, you go home because that's your decision....and, you have a home to go back to." Regulus seemed very impressed that you had managed to suppress your feelings, smiling smugly. "Yes, my decision." He laughs.

"Why do you want to know about Sirius anyway? Ask him yourself." You shut your textbook, now fully immersed in what he had to say. "No, he doesn't want to hear from me...maybe I'll talk to potter, those two are very close" Regulus writes something on his hand that you can't see but you assume it's a reminder. "I don't know if James will talk to you, he doesn't like you very much." Your words don't shock Regulus, not at all. He just rolls his eyes and nods "yes, as if that much wasn't apparent."

Within the next second, the library doors opened and the Marauders come in. You immediately open your study books and pretend to be fully focused on it.

"What are you doing—" Regulus is then cut off by his eldest brother, storming past to you. "Hey gorgeous, busy?" He asks you, taking the seat next to you and completely ignoring his younger brother across the table.

"A little, Why need something?" You fake a smile and answer with a sweet voice, very different from the slow monotone one you used to talk to Regulus a few moments ago. "I just wanted to talk about..." he looks at Regulus. "Our offer" James cuts in.

"Oh yeah, really I don't need anywhere to stay I promise...my place is fine, I don't mind it." It almost killed you to lie, but being a burden for someone else's family just hasn't seemed like your cup of tea.

"I really think you should take the offer sweetheart—" Remus voice always soothed everything to you, but in that moment you just couldn't breathe and the room seemed to be closing in on you. "I'm fine! I promise..." you stand up, air going anywhere but in your lungs and your legs seemed to carry themselves to the corridor bathroom stall.

"Alive in here?" You almost panicked when thinking it was one of the Marauders but instead to hear it was Regulus slow voice. "I can't breathe." Hyperventilating almost to the point of tears, the stall door slowly creaks open.

In front of you is Regulus Black, dressed in a long sleeved white button down with one sleeve rolled up, the other covering his forearm while also being untucked over his black trousers, Slytherin tie matching his green belt and finally the cherry on top, his black unkept hair that hadn't looked like that a few moments ago falling over his freckles.

"You can talk, so you can obviously breathe." Merlin...what a dickhead.

"Why are you even here!? This ain't helping me!" You clutch your heart as if it were going to explode in your chest if you let go. "Keeping you company, making sure you don't actually pass out considering it's looking that way." His face was all serious which made you panic more "What!" You shout.

"Yeah, I'm kidding." He teeth-smirks and giggles to himself. "Sirius was right, you are so insane." Your breathing hadn't slowed but you felt your brain slowly accepting the fact you're safe, Regulus slides down the bathroom stall wall to sit across from you...knees and feet touching from the small area.

"Take your hand off your chest...that's a start." He instructs, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his trouser pockets. "Want one? It'll calm you." His eyes shoot up to lock in with yours, you can't even imagine how disgusting and sweaty you look right now.

"I don't smoke..." you tilt your head down, almost afraid of the bathroom lights. “Well then, you can watch me smoke.” He decides for you, bringing a lighter out the same pocket.

“Is Potters offer what I think it is?” Regulus mutters through the lit cigarette in his lips. “Yeah…he wants me to live at his house instead of mine.” You confess, trying to tuck your knees in slightly but nothing can stop the touching happening in between you both.

“Like what he did with my brother?”

“Same premise, yeah.”

“Why don’t you? It seems like a better choice…it was for Sirius.” Smoke bellowed in the air, with the no airflow it just made the clouds stay still. “I don’t need it, you both—Sirius had it worse than I ever will.” At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Don’t feel like your problems are less than someone else’s.” Regulus pulls the stall door shut with his non cigarette holding one, now completely enclosed in together.

Like a form of trust.

“I was angry when Sirius abandoned me in that house, I thought that he left because he must’ve had it worse than me…when it doesn’t matter who had it worse, because he still left me there.” He sighs, pressing the bud of the cigarette into the stall wall right next to your head, the smell moving through your senses.

“And I would’ve literally killed…to have a friend like a Potter to do something like that for me, but you know…obviously the opportunity was never offered.” This was a conversation you had never seen yourself having with Regulus of all people, but really. your glad it was with him, with someone...like you.

“But the point is…take the chance, If you knew for sure something would go wrong. you wouldn’t be so scared to take the risk.” He leans back into the wall.

“I hate you.” You say, although you both know it’s definitely not true. “People hate individuals like them” He said shrugging to himself.

You reach out your hand, which practically lands in his lap due to the close proximity, however he tries his best to take his hand in yours anyway.

“I’d only take the risk if you came with me…obviously your own situation isn’t ideal.” Regulus shakes his head. “That wasn’t what I was hoping you’d take out of that.” His thumb strokes over the back of hand, it’s calming and you almost don’t even remember your panic attack from minutes ago.

“I’d feel awful if you told me all that and I didn’t do anything about it…I mean who am I? Sirius Black?” That makes him laugh, letting his head fall into his lap laugh. But still keeps a grip on your hand. “Yeah…who would wanna be like that wanker right?” he says through chuckles.

“So, what you wanna do?” You finally ask.

“See how James and Potter are when you tell them you aren’t going anywhere without me.” Is the only thing he can think to say

“Never going anywhere without you again” you bring his hand to your cheek.

And he knows that he’s willing to take that risk with you.

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two-white-butterflies · 3 days ago

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a mother before anything else (i)

Description: After three years of marriage and a little boy, you and James decide to pursue different paths. Will you be able to pick up the pieces of your broken marriage during the process of divorce? Or will you have to settle with this new normal of a reality?

Pairing: ex-husband!james potter/muggleborn!reader

Warnings: angst, religious imagery

Your swept through the halls of your former home.

A frown permanently etched on your face seeing the tapestries and portraits that once littered your humble abode, now fill empty boxes that were about to be shipped halfway across the country.

It is truly disheartening to see the house that you filled with warmth and laughter become a place of sadness. It was once filled with the warmth of the sun, but now you can only see the bleak winter.

Little Harry Potter wobbles in your direction, at 12 months old, he was already able to walk independently, sometimes even able to escape out of his crib. He's already beginning to grow into such a clever little boy - you're almost beginning to regret leaving his father, but alas, there are things beyond your control. There are things that when allowed to persist just become worse, and you are not letting the faults of this marriage hurt your child.

"Mama, play outside?" Harry asks while pulling on your dress.

"You have to wait, Har." You hummed with all the warmth that you could muster. He couldn't understand why you were packing his toys into a purple box. He doesn't understand why Papa isn't around to help you. Harry doesn't even remember the fight that happened a few months ago, he doesn't recall the words exchanged - the words that convinced you to end this farce.

All he knows is that he had a sleepover with Aunt Pandora and that he had a wonderful time playing with the soil in her garden. He had fun playing with the worms and counting the days until his cousin will be born - Harry prays that it will be a boy!

"Noo." Harry groaned as if he had been waiting for an eternity. In all truths, he has only been waiting for thirty minutes, but to a child, it must seem like forever. If he was unable to spend thirty minutes without getting what he wanted, then how was he to spend weekends without your presence? Should you request for full custody? Would it be wise to keep Harry away from James?

"We wouldn't want to leave any of your toys, now, wouldn't we?" You teased while squeezing his cheek lightly.

The cutest child in all of England, you thought to yourself.

A child that the gods gave you to take care of... and that lingering question comes back: Are you doing Harry a service by leaving his father? By allowing him to live in a different home with an unconventional family, but a family nonetheless because of the love that persevered. Right. Love. You are doing this because you love your son, because even though your love for this country's freedom is great - that doesn't mean putting your son's life in danger.

Which is exactly what James is doing by being the face of the fight against the Dark Lord... does that make you selfish? Putting your family first before the needs of your country, of your people?

It does not make you selfish.

James shall have his battle and his delusions of grandeur, but you will not, for your desires have always been simple. You have only desired a home that is always warm, with a husband who has a gentle heart, a kind smile, and an ambition to do good. Yes, James has not failed you in all those hopes, but his ambition means putting the family in danger. He wants to save the Wizarding World, a world that you are unsure that you see yourself a part of anymore.

A sigh escapes your mouth, turning to look at Harry who was sitting in a corner, playing with a doll that Uncle Xenophilius carved for him.

Perhaps that is the difference between a father and a mother.

It was God, the Father, himself who sacrificed his only child to save humankind, but you doubt that Mother Mary would do the same - you doubt that the woman who held the messiah inside of her belly, raised him, pressed kisses upon his chubby cheeks and held his clammy hands would do that sacrifice. You would even raise the notion that any mother would sacrifice humankind for their child.

Does that make one parent better than the other? You are not sure. You do not want to know because you are a mother and the answer has always been linear. The answer has always come to you as easy as breathing, as certain as the dawn.

"Mama," you hear Harry's little voice beckon.

You turn around once more and to your surprise, James.

James was standing in front of you, with bags underneath his hazel eyes. He looks like a mess - and despite all of that, he still looks like the most handsome man in the world. "It's you," you said taking a step backward, creating a distance between the both of you.

"It's me," he whispers in return.

It looked like he had been crying for quite some time now. No doubt, also regrets the words that you had flung at each other. "What are you doing here?" You asked in a gentler tone, guilt gnawing at your bones. This marriage had once been built upon respect - and you will not allow that respect to crumble despite the marriage doing so...

"Pandora called me. She thought that we ought to talk," he fidgeted with his wedding ring. James glances at his son, who is staring at you with a confused expression on his tiny face. He had never seen this amount of distance between his parents before and it felt weird. It feels like that one time that he broke his father's vase - he was scolded and it made his heart feel sad.

His heart feels sad.

"Not right now," you answered, and he nodded in agreement.

"Let me help you pack, then."

James takes a deep breath before sitting down on the wooden dinner chair. Xenophilius had come earlier today to pick Harry up, and now it was almost noon - and not a single word had escaped your tongue. James notices the way that you avoided him, how you packed things quicker when he was around.

He knows that you are avoiding him because he knows you. He knows all the little things that can earn your fancy, make you angry, or, in this case, make you furious, and he knows that you are absolutely furious at him.

"Please, let's stop this." James pleads, his eyes watery with tears. He is not the type of man who sheds tears with ease, he'd much rather hide his pains through layers of humor and jests, but this time - it is different. It is like a sword is pierced through his heart over and over, every time that you look at him - he sees traces of warmth, but it vanishes as quick as it comes - the moment that you remember.

"We already talked about this. You made your choice, and I do not blame you for that." You answered with bated breath. Placing the last piece of clothing from your wardrobe inside of the briefcase. "It is that there are things beyond our control, and I do not feel comfortable living in a world where a Dark Lord is hovering over our heads." You explained your opinion once more.

He cannot blame your fears. He is scared too.

"If you leave then I will not be able to protect you," James says.

"They will not find us. I have spoken to Dumbledore, and I have taken precautions to ensure that we will not be found." You reassured.

James traces the intricate designs of the dinner chair. You always had a knack for choosing firm and sturdy furniture that looked like it would outlast you for thousands of generations. He supposes that you have always had a liking for things that lasted.

"When you want to hurt someone, you don't kill them right away. You usually take their wife, their children, their family..." James breathes.

"I'm divorcing you and a few weeks from now there will be papers drawn up about our marriage. How we had fallen out of love. Do you really think that the Dark Lord will go through all the troubles of finding your ex-wife? When there are rumors of love not having persisted between us? Would he even see me as worthy of exchanging the Order for?" You pressed and he could only sigh.

You have always been clever and smart. He cannot help but think that this entire divorce was your design to keep Harry safe. He does not doubt the lengths you would go to for love, and he hopes that things are much simpler than this. James prays that he had been born selfish, born to have a choice on whether or not he could fight.

But his being there is essential.

It means a lot to him, to the world, to the greater good.

"They do not even know of Harry's existence," you added.

Thank god they don't know anything about our son.

"I'll come back after the war, we'll fix this. We'll get married again." James promises.

Oh, you love him with all of your heart. You will fall at your own sword if it means keeping James alive, but you do not deserve his love...not when you are willing to turn your back on him during a war that could take his life. If only things were simpler. If only you did not place priority of your son above him and your very own self... but alas, that is not how things go. That is not the reality of life.

You are a mother before anything else. You are a mother before a wife, a human, and a witch. It is not that easy.

"James, how will I ever deserve you?" You fought against the tears.

"Don't say that," he shook his head and reached for your hand, pressing gentle kisses on its back before you cupped his cheek, wiping the stray tears that flowed from his hazel irises.

"You do not need me. You do not need to beg me for your time, trust, and patience because the right woman should give it to you. After all, if she truly loves you then she should offer it to you willingly, wholeheartedly, and unrelenting." You cried, the tears flowing out of your eyes like a newly opened dam. "- I love you with all of my heart, but I cannot follow you in this quest for freedom. I cannot risk the one good thing that I have." You apologized.

"I'm sorry, James." You breathed while bridging your lips together.

Mentally bidding farewell, no doubt that you already have enough love for a lifetime.

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6thhour · 3 days ago

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Nodus Tollens

|Harry J Potter x F!Reader|

1474 words

Hurt/comfort

Notes: Implied Slytherin reader, reader has pure-blood parents. (I think thats it?)

Your parents weren’t totally immoral, contrary to popular belief. They never joined the death eaters or got the dark mark even if their perspectives aligned; they didn’t like the thought of you-know-who being a dictator.

But they had a habit of pushing you to be something you weren’t, they wanted to mold you to fit their standards and it worked for a while, you went to balls with them, you got dressed up when they wanted, and you even indulged them for a few weeks when they wanted to find you a suitor.

Then Harry Potter came into the equation.

His green eyes, dark hair that stuck up every which way, and charmingly awkward smiles.

Harry was like a breath of fresh air, like a drink of water in the middle of a sweltering hot desert.

He was so unapologetically himself that it drew you in. He asked you to be his partner in potions, you agreed even though you saw the harsh criticism Snape showed him.

He was excelling in potions now, because of you. This led to saying quick hellos in the hallways then studying together on Thursdays then Tuesdays as well.

He’d invite you to his quidditch games, even go as far as giving you his scarf when he noticed you hadn’t worn anything red to the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw game.

Those actions resulted in congratulatory hugs after his games, you don’t know when it happened but those hugs turned into kisses and those kisses turned into a relationship.

You had felt the happiest you’d ever felt when you were with Harry, he was fun and gentle, and he had amazing qualities you’d never experienced until you met him.

You joined Harry and his friends at Hogsmeade one Saturday afternoon, proudly holding his hand as you stood waiting on Hermione to exit Tomes and Scrolls, only halfway listening to the conversation he and Ron were having about quidditch.

You noticed her dress first, in the same style as all of her others but this one was a deep purple-ish maroon, your mother leaving one of the pubs, your father not far behind.

She locked eyes with you then her eyes moved to the boy next to you who was still blissfully unaware of her eyes, she then averted her gaze down to where your and Harry’s hands intertwined.

You saw her eyes widen and look back at your face, the pride you felt dissolved like candy floss in water and was replaced with anxiety. You dropped Harry’s hand and stuffed your own into your jacket pocket.

“Alright?” Harry asked looking down at your face, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He followed your line of sight and saw what you were staring at.

“You know her?” He asked worriedly, this intrigued Ron then he started looking at your mother, “Is that your Mum?” the ginger asked.

You could only nod, Harry whipped his head back to look at her again, when he did she grabbed your father by the shoulder and strode toward you.

You sucked in a shaky breath as she neared.

“Hello darling, I was hoping to bump into you today,” she said looking between you and Harry, then gazing at Ron, prompting him to enter Tomes and Scrolls.

“I was going to write to you instead, but I remembered you telling me about your excitement about the upcoming Hogsmeade trip,” she continued, your father had suddenly come to the realization you were standing shoulder to shoulder with Harry Potter and stiffened.

“Oh, I’m surprised you had the time this weekend.” You added eyes darting between your parents.

“Ah yes but this is important, your father and I were talking with Deirdre Beauregard, you remember from the ball we went to in June? Her son is interested in you.”

Her eyes were locked on Harry for the last bit of her sentence.

Harry’s lips were in a light scowl, he was starting to believe your mother wanted to have a staring contest.

“I don't think he's my type mother.” You told her.

“Oh don't be so pessimistic darling, he's a fine fellow; great grades, he plays quidditch, Deirdre said he's quite a heartthrob.”

You let out a sigh, glancing up at your father in hopes he'd intervene, he was stony-faced also looking at Harry.

Your hope died down quickly when you saw his deep frown.

“I’m sorry Mum, but I'm just not interested in Mrs. Beauregard’s son.” her eyes were back on you.

“Hm, I suppose I’ll have to give the Beauregards the disappointing news.” “I suppose you will.”

“We should be off. We’ll write to you very soon.” your father finally said ushering your mother away, who looked like she might burst a blood vessel.

You watched as they walked away, finally turning to look at Harry who had also been watching them.

“They’re certainly inviting,” he said, looking back down at you.

“I’m sorry, they’re just- I don’t-,” you sighed, in defeat.

Harry took your face in his hand, cupping your cheek “Hey, you've got nothing to be sorry for, you aren't your parents.” He said in a gentle tone.

You tangled your fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck looking into his eyes for a moment before leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Hermione and Ron came back out of Tomes and Scrolls and the four of you made your way back to Hogwarts, the only other mention made of your parents was by Ronald saying you have your mother's eyes.

Only one day went by before you got a letter from your parents, you dreaded the family seal on the cream-colored envelope.

The letter contained questions from your mother asking about your relationship with Harry Potter, the letter also stated she doesn’t want a half-blood muddying the family blood, even if it was the blood of the Wizarding world's savior.

It took you two weeks for you to reply, unsure if you should respond with the truth or lie.

You did what you thought best for you and Harry’s relationship and responded truthfully, telling your mother about you and Harry, telling her you and Harry have been together for 6 months.

You received a howler during breakfast three mornings after you sent the letter, your mother's voice enraged telling you if you didn’t end this silly relationship you weren’t welcome home for holidays or summers.

You’d be disowned, and alienated from your family.

Across the great hall, people were laughing and whispering about the howler or you and Harry’s relationship.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry was looking at you, at your face, at your eyes he saw the way they became glossy, he saw the tears gathering in your lash line.

You wished you didn't like Harry as much as you did, you wished it was a silly relationship but you couldn't help yourself, Harry was everything you weren't, everything you wanted to be, and with him, you felt like everything was in order.

You slowly got up from your seat and tried to be casual as you walked out of the great hall, crumbled up howler in your fist you felt multiple sets of eyes on you, your walk shifted into a sprint when you knew you were out of sight.

You found yourself in the library in a far corner isolated from everything else, finally letting tears fall.

A familiar glasses-wearing Gryffindor boy approached sitting next to you in silence, the only sound being your sniffling.

“I'm not going to ask if you're okay, but I will ask if you want a hug. Do you want a hug?” you stayed silent but nodded your head.

Harry scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you rubbing comforting circles where his hands rested on your back.

After a while, he pulled away both of his hands cupping your face, his thumbs wiping the tears that were cascading down your cheeks.

“I don't know what to do anymore,” you admitted in a whisper, avoiding his eyes feeling guilty.

“They- They’ve always-,” you sighed “I just don’t like their pure blood stuff, but they’re my family.”

Harry turned your face so you’d look at him.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you,” you replied, saying it felt so easy it felt relieving.

“I support you, if you need your family more than you need a relationship, I understand.” His words made you shake your head.

“No Harry, I want you, You are exactly what I need.”

He was quiet for a moment, unmoving his eyes still admiring yours, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the left corner of your lips then the right corner until finally, he kissed you properly.

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theodorenmyth · 8 hours ago

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Oh my gosh, can we please get a part three of a sky without you fic or a drabble, perhaps? I love your writing so much 🤞

Like Theo and reader gotta go on a little date at hogsmeade when it's time to go on the trip after those weeks without each other and maybe their friends watching them? The golden trio seems to like teasing them lol

If your request are still open, of course. Love you and have a nice day!

The cold air smelled like butterbeer and snow.

Your gloved hand swung lightly between you and Theodore’s, your fingers just barely brushing his. You weren’t holding hands yet—not quite—but the air between you was thick with the warmth of something rekindled.

Hogsmeade looked like something out of a painting, all snow-dusted rooftops and strings of fairy lights tangled between shops. Couples huddled close. Laughter spilled from the Three Broomsticks.

But none of that mattered. Because you were smiling.

Laughing again—really laughing, that wide, bright grin that made your eyes crinkle and your nose scrunch. The one Theodore used to dream about when you weren’t speaking. The one he was scared he’d never get to see again.

“I still think the snowman I made last year was better,” you teased, sipping your butterbeer as you leaned against his arm.

Theodore rolled his eyes. “That ‘snowman’ looked like a melting pudding.”

“It had personality!”

You laughed harder when he choked on his drink. Across the street, not-so-subtle whispers rose from a group of students loitering by Honeydukes.

“I give them five minutes before one of them kisses the other,” Ron muttered.

“Four,” Hermione corrected, eyes gleaming behind her scarf. “Look at how Y/N’s leaning into him.”

Harry just smirked. “Mate’s glowing again.”

Back by the fire outside the tea shop, Theodore finally gave in. He reached out and gently slid his fingers through yours. This time, you didn’t just let it happen—you squeezed back, smiling into your cup.

“I missed you,” he said, voice low and a little hoarse.

You looked up at him, golden in the light, eyes full of warmth. “I know. I missed you too.”

And when you leaned in to kiss his cheek, cheeks flushed pink from the cold, Theodore swore the stars couldn’t hold a candle to you.

The moment you pulled away, you spotted the little enchanted photo booth tucked between Zonko’s and the post office, your eyes lit up.

“Theo. Theo, look,” you gasped, tugging on his sleeve like a kid in Honeydukes for the first time.

Theodore blinked at it. “You want a picture of us?”

“Duh. It prints in Polaroid style and the frame is literally covered in stars.” You tilted your head, flashing him the grin he hadn’t seen in what felt like lifetimes. “Please?”

He didn’t say anything. Just opened the curtain with a little sigh like he was being so put upon, even though his heart was doing flips. “Alright, alright. Come on, stargazer.”

You practically skipped inside.

The seat was tiny, barely big enough for the two of you, which meant you ended up practically in his lap, laughing as the curtain swayed behind you. The booth whispered a countdown—“Three… two… one…”

Click!

You grinned wide, holding up a peace sign, your cheek squished against Theodore’s. He didn’t smile in time, caught mid-blink, but he didn’t care. Because your laugh filled the space like music.Click!

You poked his cheek this time, teasing. “Smile, Theo. You’re supposed to look like you like me.”

He scoffed, but his grin gave him away. “I like you too much. That’s the problem.”

Click!

The last frame caught it—your face still and soft, looking at him like the stars were behind his eyes, and Theodore looking right back. That frame printed slower. The border twinkled.

You pulled it out of the slot and stared at it in silence.

“Merlin, we’re cute,” you whispered, then gasped. “I’m putting this in my journal.”

Theodore flushed. “You're not going to—”

You kissed his cheek again before he could finish. “Too late. It's already my favorite photo in the world.”

And it was.

Because for the first time in weeks, you looked golden again. And Theodore Nott finally got to keep a memory that didn’t hurt.

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got-the-cheese-touch · 3 days ago

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More than a name - teaser

HARRY POTTER x SIRIUS BLACK'S DAUGHTER! READER

PROLOGUE HAS BEEN POSTED! CHECK MY PAGE :)

slow burn. this follows Harry and readers time at hogwarts together, i'll try to be as canon as I can but they'll be some changes. this will have some wolfstar undertones (idk if they end up together, we'll have to see) as well as some dark themes bc y'all, reader has some trauma i fear. i'll put specific content warnings on each chapter release

no use of y/n (yippee)

an: PLEASE GET HYPE FOR TS, i'm so scared to post my writing. literally this has been in the works for a WHILE and if it flops, i'll delete it and crash out. don't fail me my minions ILY, enjoy this little trailer. probably releasing the prologue later tonight. word count is looking to be around 4k words.

this is super brief, i'm just testing the waters to see if this gets engagement or interest. (THANK YOU ILY ALL!!!)

ty to @thecutestgrotto for the dividers <3

(lmk if you want a taglist)

Sirius Black is an enigma. He’s a prisoner, a flirt, a menace, a marauding crook, a legend.

Sirius Black isn’t a fond story; rather a cautionary tale for little pure-blooded boys and girls who disobey their parents. He's a warning to the people brave enough to stand up against the Dark Lord.

Sirius Black is a name that rings through your ears and a face that is reflected when you look in the mirror.

After all, you have his smile.

His nose.

His eyes.

Sirius Black, technically, is your father. But since you’ve never met him, all he is to you is a name.

The name your professors mutter after you’ve done something wrong. The name that you see in the inside cover of the library books, ones checked out years ago. His name is scratched into the side of the rocking chair in the Gryffindor common room. It’s on the roster of the quidditch team, the same one that won the championship for Gryffindor in the seventies. The last name that is stuck behind your first like dirt under your nails. Eleven letters, four syllables.

You see him everywhere, yet you’ve never laid eyes on the man. But when you attend Hogwarts, and meet a certain Harry Potter, things change.

Remus Lupin takes in the scared daughter of Sirius Black and when she is sent to Hogwarts, she slowly falls deeply and irrevocably in love with the boy who lived, the only other person who could understand the struggle of missing a person you don't even know yourself.

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radient-ravenclaw · 2 days ago

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As a fluent Welsh speaker and agreement from some of you on here, I’ve decided to write a fic with Remus with a bit of welsh language in it.

Please bare in mind I’m from North Wales rather than South so the lingo is going to be slightly different.

Lleuad yr Nôs (Professor!Lupin x Welsh!Reader- Reverse Comfort)

Summary: You know Remus is a werewolf but haven’t been with him long enough for a transformation. Tonight is the full moon and you do everything you can do be there for him.

You queued up behind the students entering your darks arts classroom. It was always packed as it was everyone’s favourite subject since the new Professor started teaching.. and the professor you so happened to be seeing in your final year at Hogwarts.

You knew he had a welsh background, but the professor didn’t know about yours yet. After all, it had only been a few short weeks.

“Bore da, Syr.” You smiled brightly at him, taking in his wide eyes.

His lips wavered up slightly before he asked, “Ydachi’n siarad cymraeg hefyd?” You nodded giddily, finding his surprised expression cute. He straightened himself proudly, gesturing you to take your seat.

“Diolch, Athro.” You slyly winked at him as you walked past.

Remus straightened up his tie, feeling a little hot as he began the lesson, keeping a mischievous eye on you.

You couldn’t help but watch intently as he taught, not that you paid attention to the lesson itself.

Suddenly a strong, but playful voice snapped you from your thought, “Miss (Y/L/N),” he nodded towards your textbook.

“Sorry professor..” you tried so hard to hide your smirk; ‘Hanging out with Padfoot too much,’ is what he’d normally say to you.

As you listened to his class lecture, he was teaching the different kinds of creatures, animagus’, dementors, and eventually.. werewolves. You knew he was a werewolf. The two of you had already discussed that topic and you agreed to keep your mouth sealed, although you hadn’t been with him long enough for a transformation yet.

Until tonight; a full moon was scheduled in the universe.

Remus and yourself were in his office like every other evening, with you on his lap having a drink of fire whiskey from his cabinet.

“(Y/n)..” he snapped you from your thoughts.

“Yes Remus?”

He tapped his foot anxiously, “As you know we’ve got a full moon tonight and.. well, my condition..”

“Hey.. it’s alright Remus. I know,” you said gently, placing a soft hand on his chest. He couldn’t help but smile warmly down at you.

“Here’s the plan darling: I’m going to go into the forbidden forest while I transform in order not to hurt you, and you’re going to go to bed and sleep, alright? I’ll meet you at breakfast in the morning.”

You reluctantly agreed with his plan, knowing that he wouldn’t argue with you about it. He kissed you goodnight as he headed out, “Nôs da, cariad.”

“Goodnight.. and good luck.”

You didn’t go to bed after he left.. of course you didn’t. Instead you waited in his office for his return.

Hours go by, you were barely awake as Remus staggered into the office, panting, exhausted and a little ripped up.

“Baby..” you sighed with sympathy, “Come here.”

He looked like he was about to collapse to the floor as you guided him into a quiet corner, letting him sit against the wall.

“I thought I told you.. to go to bed.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Moony, now is not the time to scold me about my bedtime. I need to get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

And that’s what you did. You helped him in and out of the shower, get into some comfortable sweatpants, and here you were now, wrapping bandages around his wounded arm.

Remus hissed at the contact. “Moony, you’ve got to let me do this okay? It’ll prevent infection.” Your boyfriend took a deep breath as you finished the wrapping.

“Want me to sign it for you?” You giggled.

He shook his head with a weak chuckle, “Ti’n rywbeth arall weithiau.”

You smile at him lovingly in return, “Ond da ch’in caru fi.”

Remus gave you a soft kiss to the lips. “Dwi yn..”

“Come on Moony, let me get you some breakfast.” He smiled at you with his sweet, tired eyes, “Diolch.”

#harry potter x reader #hp fandom #harry potter fluff #hp fluff #hp x reader #harry potter #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #moony #moony x reader

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bvrnesher · 14 hours ago

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the fact you have no harry potter requests scare me. anyway just know I'll probably be spamming requests every day (sorry)

I really want more ron weasley (I'll take anything wholesome) like imagine spending christmas at the burrow!!! and having to sneak around the creaky floors because Molly doesn't want you sleeping in the same room

❝ Sneaky visits ! ❞ ― ron weasley !

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warnings: fluff. comfort. domestic chaos. sweet kisses. soft!ron. light humor.

— ✦ pairing: ronald weasley ! fem. reader

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ꪆ ✦ 𑊁 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘 and citrus hit your nose the moment your boots met the creaky floorboards of the Burrow—home of the very chaotic, very lovable Weasley family.

Fairy lights blinked lazily while floating brooms swept the floors in sync with dishrags scrubbing countertops like it was some kind of magical symphony of domestic chaos.

A soft breath escaped your lips, cold and quiet, right as a smile threatened to tug at your mouth. Your eyes swept over the familiar space.

You took one careful step forward, boots making the wood groan beneath you, and gave your body a little shake, brushing snow off your warm clothes. It hit the ground with a soft pat, melting almost instantly into the heat spilling from the crackling fireplace—where flames danced peacefully in total contrast to the mess of Christmas decorations scattered near the hearth.

You gently pushed the door closed, but of course it had to groan like a banshee, announcing your arrival with zero subtlety and absolutely ruining any chance of a surprise entrance.

The surprise was yours instead.

Loud, hurried footsteps thundered down the stairs.

You turned, lifting your head just in time to catch sight of a shock of red hair darting toward you like Longbottom fleeing from Snape.

Ron. Your Ron.

You gave him a sheepish smile—half guilty, half shy—with a little shrug that screamed “surprise?”

His eyes, already wide, went impossibly wider. And then that grin—that grin—spread across his face like it couldn’t wait another second.

Guess you had surprised him after all.

You opened your mouth to say something, your voice ready to spill out a gentle hi—but the words never made it. His hands were already cupping your frozen cheeks, and suddenly, your lips weren’t yours to use.

Second surprise of the day.

You smiled against his kiss, which ended with a quick peck to your cheek before he tucked his face into the curve of your neck like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be.

“What’re you doing here?” he mumbled into your neck, voice muffled and shaky as he started to pepper kisses along your skin.

“Molly invited me to spend Christmas with you guys,” you answered, gently pressing your hands to his chest to put just a little space between you.

He gave you a slightly embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while the other stayed firm at your waist, keeping you close—but not close enough, if you asked him.

The second your words really sank in, something shifted in his face—equal parts excitement and disbelief.

He raised a brow, voice full of pure Ron energy: “We’re talking about my mum? Because that… doesn’t sound at all like something my mum would do.” He paused, and a teasing smile curled on his lips. “In fact, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even like you eno—”

You smacked the back of his head.

“She likes me more than she likes you,” you muttered under your breath.

Ron let out a dramatic groan, rubbing the back of his head like you’d just knocked a bludger into him.

“That was assault, you know,” he muttered, his bottom lip jutting out in the most ridiculous pout. “I could report you to the Ministry for magical domestic violence.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shame we don’t live together, huh? Doesn’t count as domestic.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, because of course you did.

He laughed—that snorty, half-suppressed laugh that always made you want to bottle it up and save it for rainy days. And then—of course—he had to go and make it worse.

Both arms wrapped around you without warning and suddenly, your feet weren’t on the ground anymore.

You let out a startled little squeak that was definitely not dignified.

“I missed you,” he whispered as he set you back down, gentle like you were something breakable.

“Not more than I missed you,” you murmured, fingers threading into his hair—still messy, still warm, still softer than you remembered.

And for just a moment, the world hit pause.

The creaking floors, the wind outside, the distant clatter of pans in the kitchen—all of it melted away.

But peace and quiet in the Burrow? Yeah. As if.

“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!” Molly’s voice rang out from somewhere deep in the house, sounding halfway between war cry and welcome. “IS THAT YOU AT THE DOOR? AND WHO ARE YOU WITH?”

Ron tensed like she’d just caught him red-handed sneaking out after curfew.

“Oh no,” he whispered like he was sharing a prison cell with you. “She’s gonna get excited. Then she’s gonna ask if you’ve eaten. And if you haven’t eaten, she’s gonna make you three full meals.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And if I have eaten?”

“She’ll make two more. Just to be safe.”

You didn’t even get a chance to laugh—because the Molly Weasley experience had just entered the chat.

Her silhouette rounded the corner with a dramatic gasp, eyes going wide the second she saw you.

“Oh, darling! You’re here! And without warning—honestly!” she scolded, even as her arms wrapped around you in a hug that could only be described as life-threatening.

You made a muffled sound somewhere between “hi” and “help.”

“Told you,” Ron muttered behind you, not even trying to hide his smirk.

After a flurry of cheek kisses, bone-crushing affection, and rapid-fire plans involving hot chocolate, Molly turned to Ron with a look.

Not a look. The look.

“And you, young man, will be sleeping in your own room tonight. Don’t think I don’t know how your brain works.”

Then she turned back to you, all maternal warmth and boss-level charm, hands landing gently on your shoulders.

“You’ll be staying in Ginny’s room, sweetheart. It’s all ready for you.” A beat. Then—eyes flicking between you and Ron—“And if I catch even one of you sneaking around to do Merlin-knows-what—”

You flushed so hard you were surprised your face didn’t combust.

“Mum!” Ron practically shouted, horror written across every freckle. “We’re not Percy and his seventh-year girlfriend!”

“Don’t drag your brother into this,” Molly huffed, already marching off like a one-woman army of festive chaos.

Silence.

Then Ron slowly turned toward you with the energy of someone accepting a tragic, unavoidable fate.

“So... plan B?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”

“Sneaking around the loudest, creakiest house in the magical world.”

A grin tugged at your lips—sharp, wicked, absolutely in. “Perfect. I live for danger.”

Ron kissed your temple, laced his fingers through yours, and whispered like it was a sacred oath:

“Then welcome to the most dangerous mission since Fred and George tried to steal the Christmas pudding.”

You both started up the stairs in hushed giggles, dodging garlands and rogue gnome ornaments.

The stairs creaked like they had a personal vendetta against you.

You and Ron froze in sync halfway up the second flight—your hands still intertwined, your breath caught like two kids caught red-handed sneaking biscuits before dinner.

Ron leaned in, his voice a whisper against your ear. “That step always squeaks. It’s like… cursed or something.”

You nodded solemnly. “A protection charm. Designed by Molly Weasley to keep hormonal teenagers in line.”

He huffed a laugh but clamped a hand over his mouth right after. “Shhh—don’t make me laugh. She’ll hear. She always hears.”

You waited a beat, listening. Nothing but the crackle of the fire downstairs and the distant sound of George laughing at something on the wireless.

You took another step. It groaned like a ghost with a grudge.

Ron winced, looked up at the ceiling like he was begging the universe for mercy, and then shot you a look. “Alright, new plan. I go first. If I fall through the floor, save yourself.”

“Chivalrous. But we both know you’d trip over your own feet and take me down with you.”

“Probably,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, then motioned for you to follow him.

The two of you finally reached the upstairs landing, where dim fairy lights still blinked lazily along the banister, casting a soft golden glow across the walls.

Ginny’s door was just ahead.

But Ron didn’t stop there.

He tugged you past it—past Bill’s old room, past the crooked family portrait wall—and into his own bedroom, gently closing the door behind you with exaggerated care.

You blinked. “I thought your mum said—”

“She definitely said,” he cut in. “But hear me out.”

You crossed your arms. “This should be good.”

“I thought maybe,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck like it was a nervous tic wired into his DNA, “we could just talk a while. You know. Before sneaking you back to Ginny’s. Like... fifteen minutes. Tops.”

You stared at him, and something warm bloomed in your chest.

There was his bed, slightly messy. A weird assortment of Chudley Cannons memorabilia scattered across every surface. A half-eaten chocolate frog on the desk. A single slipper with no known partner. And Ron, standing there like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands, like maybe asking you to sit on his bed was the equivalent of proposing marriage.

You smiled and walked in, sitting down with a soft floomp onto the edge of the bed.

Fifteen minutes, huh?

Ron sat beside you, just close enough for his knee to brush against yours. For a moment, the quiet returned—warm, comfortable, humming with all the unspoken things that didn’t need to be said.

He nudged your shoulder with his. “So. Best part of today?”

You tilted your head. “Seeing your face when I walked in.”

His ears turned a very satisfying shade of pink. “Yeah? Same.”

You leaned back on your hands, looking around. “And the worst part?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Mum threatening to separate us like first years caught in a broom closet.”

You laughed, and he did too—soft and quiet and lovely.

Then, after a beat, he reached out, intertwining your fingers again, his thumb brushing lazy circles over your skin.

“I know it’s chaotic here. Loud. A bit overwhelming sometimes. But…” He glanced over at you, his expression shifting into something softer. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

You didn’t say anything right away. Just scooted a little closer until your shoulder pressed fully against his. “Me too.”

Another pause. Another little pocket of peace between the cracks of Weasley chaos.

Then—

A floorboard groaned loudly in the hallway. Followed by the unmistakable sound of Molly muttering something about “wandering children” and “for Merlin’s sake.”

You both stiffened.

Ron’s eyes went wide. “Operation: Retreat?”

You nodded. “Go, go, go!”

You bolted out the door hand-in-hand, trying not to giggle, dodging the squeaky step, tiptoeing like pros through the flickering shadows—two partners in crime on a mission to beat Molly’s bedtime patrol.

Because sneaking around the Burrow might’ve been a terrible plan…

But it was also kind of perfect.

Especially with Ron.

a/n: I know it's spring, but I loved the idea and had to do it. ! words count: 1,859

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