#Moony: ReStart

[toiletfetvs]

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Big Bipolar Impulsive is wanting to reset my animal crossing island knowing full well the hours and amount of stuff I accumulated and begin it anew because I HAVE WAY TOO MANY FUCKING FLOWERS vs Just spend 100 years unplanting and make it work.

Help.

[whspermy-name]

Not going to be talking much today because I gotta visit a parents friend's house😭

I don't wanna meet their daughters tf???!???

I'm asd like how I was here

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Guilty as Sin?

James Potter x f!reader (mentioned), Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, lots of descriptions of what ifs (you’ll understand with the song), underage smoking, if you squint it may just be cheating but oh well, this is so good to me

summary: someone once told you, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts… right?

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m in love with this song from taylor’s new album!!! sorry if this characterization isn’t what you like but this concept has been eating me alive. i love remus tho. might be a part two if you guys want !!!

part two is here!!

~~~

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me “Downtown Lights”

I hadn’t heard it in a while

~~~

“Oi y/n!”

You turned on your heels at the sound of your name being called. Down the hallway, you could see James Potter striding toward you. Despite the bodies of other students that filled the hall, you could see he was holding something in his hand. It looked big, and as he came closer and closer you could see more and more of what it was.

“Hello James, something I can help you with?” You asked once he was close enough to hear your normal tone. You looked down at his hands, you could see what he was holding clearly, it was a record. And from the cover of it, it looked to be a muggle one. “What’s that?”

James smiled his intoxicating smile and held the record up. “Something for you.”

You gasped and one of your hands moved up to cover your mouth. In his hands, he held the latest album of your favorite singer, Heroes by David Bowie. It had come out in October, and every time you searched for it, it was sold out. You traced your eyes over the beautiful shining black and white cover, you were practically speechless.

“How did you- when did you- James...”

“I have my ways, don’t worry about it,” the black-haired boy replied with a small laugh.

“It’s not close enough to be a Christmas gift, and you know my birthday isn’t till spring,” you observed out loud. Your eyes met his again and you blinked. “So, what’s this for?”

He shrugged. “For the past few weeks, I haven’t been the only one to take notice of how much you’ve been playing Bowie in the common room. And I heard you talking to Moony about how you haven’t got the new album yet... so here it is.”

He held it out to you and with delicate hands, you accepted the gift, still amazed. “James, you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m surprised Moony didn’t already get it for you.”

“Yeah...” You looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again, and you smiled. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Play it tonight, put it to use. Anyway, I’ve got to run, I’m supposed to be helping Peter with his Charms homework. See you at dinner.”

He gave you another smile before turning and walking back the way he came. You were too preoccupied with the flawless record in your hands to say goodbye. For a split second, you felt your heart flutter with a feeling you knew you shouldn’t have felt. So, you pushed it away and restarted your walk to the dungeons.

You knew better than to let those thoughts linger in the open hallway.

~~~

My boredom’s bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

~~~

“James got that for you?”

You had just put the record on, and the sound of David Bowie's voice began to fill the Gryffindor common room. Your cheeks almost hurt from how much you’d been smiling. On one of the couches, your boyfriend Remus sat, his typical book in his lap. You turned and flung yourself on the open spot next to him, nodding your head to the beat of the song.

“Yeah, he gave it to me earlier, isn’t it wonderful?”

Remus nodded; his eyes locked on his book. “It’s definitely something.”

You rolled your eyes. “You like Bowie too last I checked.”

“You play him so much I’m surprised not everyone likes him,” Remus replied. Suddenly he shut his book and turned his head to look at you. For a split second, you felt hope that he was going to just listen with you. But of course, that wasn’t the case. Instead, he rose from the couch. “I can’t concentrate with it playing, I’m going to go read in my dorm.”

“But we barely spend any time together Rem, unless it’s a shag,” you protested, anger suddenly taking you over. “When’s the last time we went on a proper date? Or anything at all? I’m so bored of this.”

Remus as usual, kept his composer and showed no sign of any emotion. “If you’re so bored you’re welcome to leave me.”

“You know that’s not what I want,” you said.

“Then I’m not sure what to tell you. You’re welcome to join me, you know where to find me.”

He left before you could say anything else.

You ran your hands over your face in frustration. How did your relationship come to this? You started dating Remus in fifth year, and it had been the happiest moment of your life. He was your first love, the boy you shared almost all of your firsts with actually. You loved him more than anyone, yet it never seemed to be enough. So, you began to give up.

After all, it was your last year at Hogwarts, after it ended, you’d never have to see him again. Because really, was so much pain worth a moment of happiness? You didn’t believe so anymore.

Instead of following him up to his dorm as you would have the year prior, you simply laid back on the couch and enjoyed the first listen of the album.

~~~

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he’s a paradox

I’m seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

~~~

The first time you ever thought of James in the way you knew you shouldn’t be was about a year into your relationship with Remus. After he had begun his distant behavior, his cold manners, and all those awful things. Previously, you had only ever felt attracted to the one Marauder. You saw Peter as a sweet little brother, you saw Sirius as an older annoying brother, and you saw James as well, a friend. That was until one late December night.

You and Remus had one of your arguments and you went outside for a smoke to help with your anxiety. For a few minutes, you sat in silence, the cold air and smoke in your lungs a great distraction from the boiling fears that consumed your mind. You were afraid to lose Remus. More than afraid. So, you inhaled a deep puff of the cigarette to focus on something else.

“You’ll catch a cold out here you know.”

You jumped at the sudden sound of a voice. James sat next to you, and you were perplexed at how he managed to sneak into the spot so quietly. You were also confused as to why he was there in the first place.

“If that’s the case then why are you out here?” You questioned as you let out a cloud of smoke.

He held up his hand and you passed it to him. “I had a... date anyway Filtch was in the corridor, so I ran out here. I doubt he followed, he and Mrs. Norris hate this time of year.” He inhaled a deep breath and passed the cigarette back to you. “Why are you out here?”

“A date? Is that what they call a shag now?” You laughed for a few seconds before your frown resurfaced. “Remus and I had a disagreement. We both said some nasty things, I needed to clear my head.”

“Ah, lovers quarrel. Are you all right? Remus can say some pretty nasty things when he’s mad,” James said as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You stared at him in silence for a moment. Never before had you realized how attractive he really was. Sirius was known to be the most attractive of the Marauders, but his crude personality, at least in your opinion, always outshined his natural features. James, however, since the start of sixth year, had matured. That meant he was no longer solely physically attractive; he also had an attractive personality. He was funny, caring, outgoing, and a leader. And of course, he was six feet tall with curly black hair and a perfect smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

You swallowed away the tingly feeling that shot through your fingers as you passed him the cigarette again.

He’s your boyfriend's best mate, stop thinking like that. You thought to yourself.

But as you watched him exhale another breath of smoke you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how his perfect lips would feel against yours.

“I’m sure you two will make up by the end of the night, he really loves you,” he spoke. His eyes caught yours, you could see the small smirk on his all too good-looking lips. “Who wouldn’t fancy a girl like you anyway?”

“A lot of guys actually,” you responded.

His hazel eyes were practically glowing. “They’re blokes. Have you seen yourself y/n? You’re pretty, smart, funny, and you have a fascinating music taste. And anything Remus might’ve said to make you feel less than perfect well... he didn’t mean it. Trust me, that wouldn’t be possible.”

You laughed. “What? Me being less than perfect or Remus meaning what he said?”

“Both,” James answered.

He must’ve felt it too. That pull. You almost considered moving closer to him, but before you could make the decision James stood. You were relieved, the spell was broken. Your senses came back. You shouldn’t have even thought about what it would feel like to kiss James Potter.

“Let’s get back up to the tower, it’s pretty fucking cold,” he said.

You only nodded and threw your cigarette to the ground, crushing it with your sneaker after you stood. “All right.”

The two of you walked back up silently and you were greeted by an apologetic Remus. As he held you in his arms though, all you could think about were the thoughts you had previously thought.

~~~

What if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

~~~

You gripped the red sheets of Remus’s bed so hard your knuckles turned white. Your breathing was heavy and unsteady. You tried to lean your head up to kiss him, but he wasn’t paying attention. It was something you’d grown used to. He liked to fuck you hard, not soft, not lovingly. No. He liked it intensely. You did too, but you also liked being gently taken care of.

Too bad he didn’t enjoy that anymore.

“Rem I-”

“I’m- almost done.” He cut you off, his breathless voice which once made you squirm now made you angry.

It was despicable, it was so wrong. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it.

You closed your eyes and began to imagine someone else on top of you. Instantly, you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks at the picture in your mind. He would be so much more careful, and considerate. You’d heard from many girls how good of a lover he was. All of them would dote on how much he liked pleasing them. With his fingers, his mouth, and his...

You tried to squeeze your thighs together.

You should’ve stopped, you knew that. But your mind kept going.

You pictured him on top of you. His curls would be so soft. His hands would be callused from Quidditch. He’d use them on you, make you cum over and over again. You imagined how he’d curl his fingers so perfectly inside you.

“That’s it, my perfect girl,” he’d whisper to you as he went on with it. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, without warning, you felt yourself reach a peak you hadn’t reached in a while. You squeezed your eyes shut and came at the thought of how good James Potter's praises would make you feel.

When Remus was done, he lay next to you on the bed breathless. “You came?”

You only stared at the top of his bed. “Yeah.”

~~~

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath, takin all of me

We’ve already done it in my head

If it’s make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we’ll both uphold somehow?

~~~

There was something so exhilarating about being around James. Especially when the two of you were alone. It was as though every time the two of you had a moment alone, he gave you another reason to keep your fantasies going. Often, it made you wonder if he knew of your terrible thoughts.

The two of you sat by the black lake, the rest of your friends were further away playing a game of football. It was funny watching Lily get frustrated trying to explain the rules to Sirius, but it was even funnier when James commented on it from beside you.

“Oh no, he picked it up again. Evans is almost turning as red as her hair, I worry for her health,” the boy with glasses joked.

You snorted. “She’s going to have a heart attack from that boy mark my words.”

“I believe that. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing she’s thinking about becoming a Healer,” he replied.

You threw your head back as you laughed, one of your hands flying up to grip James’s arm. After a few seconds though, you composed yourself and pulled your hand off him as though it had been burned. Your eyes immediately found Remus across the field. He paid you no mind.

“Y/n can I ask you something a little personal?” James asked.

Your eyes met his and you didn’t hesitate to nod. “Sure.”

“You and Remus, things aren’t good between the two of you.”

“What gave that away?” You faked a smile. “But that’s not a question love.”

He really smiled. “I know. Sorry. My question was why are you still with him if things between the two of you are like this? I understand being in love, Merlin I tried to get Evans to go out with me for ages. But you and Moony... You used to be in our room all the time, you guys used to be so happy and I dunno around each other. Do you guys even go out anymore? I haven’t seen a snog between the two of you in a while.”

You inhaled a deep breath, your attention moving to the blade of grass between your fingers. “I suppose I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes, afraid. Rem he- he's my first everything and I dunno. If we broke up the friend group would be torn, and everything would be complicated. I suppose it’s just easier this way,” you answered. You hadn’t been this honest about how you felt in a long time. It felt good. And it felt even better when you caught James’s caring eyes.

“Do you love him?”

His question caught you off guard. “I did. I still think I do.”

You watched him look across the field for a few seconds before he did something you never would’ve expected. Ever so gently, he placed his hand over yours on the grass. All you could do was stare wildly into his eyes. Was this supposed to make your heart race and your face red?

“I care about you y/n, and I care about Remus as well. I want what’s best for both of you and if I’m being honest, I don’t think that’s with each other,” he said softly.

“Have you said this to him then?” You questioned, you found it hard to breathe with the feeling of his rough hand on yours.

James nodded. “Of course I have. He doesn’t like advice that much though.”

“He really doesn’t does he?” You mumbled.

“No, he doesn’t. But either of you can talk to me about anything. You know that right? You don’t have to be afraid of anything y/n. Even if you do break up I’ll be here for you, you won’t be alone. Course you have Lily and Mary and Marlene as well but...” You watched his face change as he trailed off. “I dunno. I thought it would be different with me.”

“Different?” You held your breath. “How so?”

His thumb moved across your skin; you bit down on your lip.

“You know...” he trailed off again, his voice quieter than before.

All you could think about was how good it would feel to pounce on top of him and kiss him till you couldn’t breathe. You’d do it, even out there in the open. You imagined how intense and fast it would be. A few minutes at most but a lifetime of pleasure no doubt. He’d make you feel things you hadn’t felt in ages, he’d do whatever you asked. That’s just the person he was.

“James, you don’t even know the half of it,” you admitted softly.

“Love, I think I do.”

You could’ve fainted right then and there. His eyes were so mesmerizing, his voice sent goosebumps all over your body. It was terrible, despicable, and tragic. But oh, how fucking good it felt to be seen again. And as it seemed, James really saw you.

“James we can’t-”

“We aren’t doing anything.” He leaned closer to you. “And besides there’s no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk.”

“So you-”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“James...”

“I know I must sound like a god-awful prat but believe me I don’t want the two of you to break up so we can... No. I want you two to break up because both of you are miserable. And I do really care about the both of you, you’re my mates.” He explained quickly.

You turned back to the field and saw Remus slowly approaching. Without thinking you ripped your hand away from James’s as fast as you could and stood up. You took a few deep breaths before you looked down at James.

“If Remus and I do break up, I want you to know it’s not because of... all right?”

“All right.” He nodded.

“Good,” you said before turning and making your way out to Remus.

You knew what he wanted to do, and you would oblige.

You had about ten thousand more fantasies to think of during it anyway.

[elilelibeli]

Sirius Black discovers magic of a good dress:

“Sirius hurry up” Remus was begging at this point with no success. Sirius was nowhere near ready, or quite frankly even near begging to get ready. He always took long showers, but since he was dreading to go tonight he took his extra time.

“Perfection takes time Moony” Sirius chirped while he helped Remus tie a bowtie. His hands slipped from his neck trailing down slowly.

“Sirius, stop it, it will not work on me right now. We have cancelled three times already, we are going tonight. Please just get dressed, you know I hate to be late.”

“But Moony please It’s such a horrid weather, it’s perfect for staying in, look the bed’s practically calling your name” Sirius purred, draped on their bed, softly patting his hand as an invitation to Remus.

“Oh you are being so bratty right now.” Remus murmured to himself, “You know I would rather stay in too but we can’t reschedule again. We go tonight and it will be over.” Remus pulled Sirius’s arm gently to get him off the bed. “You have 15 minutes.” he shook his head while watching Sirius glaring at him stubbornly. “Come on don’t be a princess” Remus said as he was leaving the room.

Sirius, still half naked stomped to his closet. “Uu Sirius be responsible, don’t be a brat, stop being difficult, blablabla” he was mumbling to himself laced with annoyance as he was scanning his closet to choose something to wear. Suddenly he smirked as if he saw the target he had been long searching for, he quietly chuckled “I’ll show you a princess”

It took Remus to call Sirius the third time for him to finally descend from their bedroom.

Remus’s reaction looked almost animated, as if he had come to a halt. Sirius smirked secretly, as he casually walked to get his boots and a leather jacket from the doorway closet. He did expect a reaction, a surprise, a mild shock even, after all he was wearing a dress, a beautiful dark red dress.

“Come on Moony, we’ll be late” Sirius said sweetly as if he didn’t just manage to break Remus.

“Oh sorry, yes coming, grab the keys will you?” Remus, as if someone had restarted his system suddenly came back to action. Sirius could smell the awkwardness surrounding him.

Sirius was happy, his revenge plan was working perfectly. If he was forced to attend by Remus, he would make him feel awkward and embarrassed with dressing up in a dress. He was suffering, so Remus would have to suffer, it was only fare.

“Is this new?” Remus coughed awkwardly when they got into the cab.

“It’s Mary’s she asked me to grab her dry cleaners the other day” Sirius said casually. “I don’t think she would mind tho.”

“No, don’t think she would” Remus agreed quietly, looking away in the mirror.

They didn’t talk much after, giving Sirius time to think and that was never a good thing, because the outcome was either massive menacing or massive overthinking and how this thought train was going, the spiral was coming his way.

Suddenly he felt stupid. He was such a hothead, just wanting to embarrass his sweet, nice Remus. They were going to go to public and he was sure he would get looks, those weird, sinister looks. Yeah, just like clockwork, he was spiraling.

The taxi stopped, Remus getting off to open the door for Sirius

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Remus asked.

Of course he immediately noticed distress on Sirius’s face, he always knew.

“Sorry..” Sirius mumbled scrunching the fabric of his dress with his nervous hands.

“What for?” Remus asked genuinely confused.

“The dress” Sirius was staring at his feet, “I was so annoyed at you for making me come and I wanted you to suffer like I would be tonight, I saw the dress and I thought I’d wear it to embarrass you, you called me a princess so I thought I’d show up dressed like one to get on your nerves”

“Embarrassed?” Remus looked even more confused somehow, “Why would I ever be embarrassed because of you?, do you think i’d be embarrassed to walk around with you in a dress?” He looked at Sirius.

Sirius was still staring at the ground. “I just didn’t think this through you know.. I just thought..”

“Sirius look at me” Remus said firmly, waiting to look Sirius in his eyes. “Do you like wearing this dress?”

Sirius gazed at the boy, he didn’t really think about how he felt. First, it was just a stupid revenge plan, which quickly turned into an overthinking spiral so in between that he didn’t really have time to think how the dress made him feel.

If he was honest, he did like how he looked, and he felt quite powerful in his dress. The dark red looked really good with his complexion, the shape of the dress complemented his physique perfectly and it went so well with his leather jacket and doc martens. He felt quite good.

“Um.. I think so?” Sirius hesitated “I quite like the color” he mumbled.

“You are right. This color is amazing on you, you look absolutely beautiful sweetheart” Remus smiled at Sirius.

Well Sirius was wearing a dress which apparently made him absolutely beautiful and he was also about to cry.

Remus chuckled, probably noticing Sirius’s my eyes are about to be filled with tears look, “Let’s go inside, yeah?” Sirius could only nod.

The pair made their way to the entrance, Remus’s hand on Sirius’s back. Remus smiling at him, checking in one last time, as they went in.

Sirius was wearing a dress and Remus was next to him holding on like he wanted to show off to everyone that he was here with Sirius, like Sirius belonged in his arms, next to him, like he had won a prize.

Sirius’s plan had failed so miserably.

“I thought I made you upset when you saw me at first, I thought you’d be scared or embarrassed to go with me like this” Sirius said to Remus once they found a moment to each other again.

“What? No..” Remus started to explain himself.

“No worries Moony, it was quite funny you just stopped working there for a sec and you were so awkward all the way here”

“Yes cause I was stunned to see you, you quite literally took my breath away as you walked past me and you did it so casually like it didn’t take all my self control not to jump you right there and then in the hallway” Remus rumbled, pink blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Oh you really like the dress, don’t you?” Sirius teased, every little bit of insecurity and doubt leaving his body. He felt so powerful at that moment.

“Oh you have no idea” breathed out Remus, “Although, I am planning to show just how much and even though your plan failed tonight, mine will work out so very perfectly” he winked and walked away leaving Sirius with a dumbfounded look and blush the same shade as his dress coloring his cheeks.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙠:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k

𝙖/𝙣: weeee

𝙩/𝙬: raspberries, rough tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: seungmin, chan, minho, jeongin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: seungmin, chan, minho, jeongin

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“I CALL TOP BUNK!!” Seungmin screeched the second he registered the twin bunk beds in their resident villa. 

“Hey, that’s so unfair!” Chan called from behind him, a frown on his face. Jeongin grumbled as Minho jogged past the eldest and flung his bag onto the other top bunk. 

Innie and Chan exchanged glances; evil twin smirks on their faces as they planned with their eyes. 

Meanwhile, the kitten and the puppy were internally cheering at the idea of snatching the top bunks from the disgruntled maknae and hyung. 

“Hey—you two, off.” Came Chan’s stern voice. Minho stuck his tongue out and Seungmin copied him. 

“Let’s just talk.” Jeongin smiled, an eerie, mysterious grin that sent shivers up Minnie’s spine. 

The two got off of the bed, just for both the maknae and the hyung to grab Minho’s body and drag him to the floor, albeit a little difficult with the kitten’s struggling. 

“Oho, you’re not going anywhere…” Chan threatened, using one arm to pin Minho’s arms lazily to his chest, his other hand deep cutting under Min’s shirt and plunging a singular finger into his belly button. 

Poor Minho screeched immediately, loud laughter pouring from him as he kicked out behind Chan’s back. 

Minho blushed a deep red as Jeongin simpered down at him teasingly. “You ready, hyung?~”

He didn’t even wait for the kitten to answer before his fingers were digging harshly into the older’s tummy. 

All of their laughter blended together, a perfect harmony of happy snorts and a plethora of cute squeals and giggles. 

“NOHOHO Ihihinnieee PLEHEHEAHA!!” Minho griped, a wide smile on his face. 

Chan teasingly moved his fingers to the kitten’s ribs, digging in harshly. 

“CHAAAAHAAHAN!! NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!!” Minho went weak with laughter, propelling his feet in the air as Chan counted his ribs provokingly. 

“IHIHINNIEEEE!!” The second eldest screamed when Jeongin moved to his armpits, scribbling in with a fervor. 

“What is it, hm? You’re laughing so cutely but you can’t escape…” Jeongin squeezed his hands around Minho’s wrists just to remind the dancer of his inevitable punishment. 

“YOUHUHUUURE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!!” Poor Min squeaked, twisting around fruitlessly. “PLEHEHEHEASE TAHAHAHAKE THEHEM OHOHOHOFF!!” He referred to Jeongin’s tickling fingers. 

“Mmm…you sound so cute though! Maybe I’ll keep going a little while more…” Innie decided. Minho whimpered at that, eyes pleading as his face burned in humiliation. He was really getting pinned and wrecked by the maknae.  How embarrassing. 

Chan decided to move, starting to tickle the boy’s ribs again. 

“HYUHUHUHUNG!! PLEHEHEHEASE—NO—DOHONT STAHAHART AGAAIINNN!!” Minho whined through high-pitched hysterics as Chan frowned, shaking his head and restarting on the kitten’s ribs, grabbing one at a time and vibrating it, playing with the bone, something poor Minho absolutely couldn’t take. “STAHAHAHAHAAA!!”

“Sensitive little ribs, are they?” Chan mused, a small smile on his face as he continued to wreck the poor cat to oblivion. 

“YEHEHEHEHA!! NOHOW LET GOHOHO!!”

“No~”

That little shit. Minho glared at him, though it was a little difficult considering Chan’s fingers wouldn’t let him stop laughing. 

In a last-ditch attempt to piss the lers off, Minho took a deep breath and sealed his lips, cheeks flushing pink as he tried to hold in his laughter. 

It was working. They was visibly frustrated and kept digging deeper into the kitten’s torso, trying to prompt Minnie into laughing.  

Finally, Seungmin threw the younger’s shirt up and took a deep breath himself, and Minho’s eyes widened moments before Mong’s lips attached to his belly button. 

The veins in his neck strained as he whimpered through his teeth, Min kicked around, finally giving in the minute the puppy blew a loud raspberry into his side. 

“PFFT—HAAAHAHAHAAA!! NOHOHO PLEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHOHORRYYY!!” Minho pleaded, a wide smile on his face as he grew weaker to the relentless tickling. 

Raspberry after raspberry after raspberry. 

Minho’s laughter had silenced, and he was thrashing around crazily, Jeongin’s fingers continuing to vibrate deeper and deeper into his v-line, Chan’s hands shaking his rib cage and raspberries making him wheeze, letting out a high-pitched squeal that sent butterflies into the lers’ stomach. 

“Okay okay, he might die.” Innie smiled down as Minho’s eyes formed crescents, unfiltered joy on his face as he beamed in laughter. 

However, the second the maknae had let him go, he was pinned. “Ohhh, shit.”

Min raised his eyebrows. “You think you can tickle me and just get away with it? I only let one person do that.”

“We all know you have a soft spot for Lix, hyung.” Jeongin rolled his eyes, making Minho scoff. 

“You’re just asking for it, little brat.” He pinned Jeongin’s arms out to the side, leaning in and blowing a buzzing raspberry directly onto Innie’s neck. 

“AGH!! HYUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!” Jeongin squealed, happily kicking his feet and laughing his cute, crinkly laugh. 

Minho only continued, melting Jeongin into a pile of laughter as Chan and Seungmin scrambled over to help, the leader picking to scribble his fingers up under the maknae’s shirt, while the puppy grabbed one ankle and tickled up the arch of Innie’s foot. 

Jeongin screamed, the tickly feelings blended together and left him a puddle of hysterics on the floor as he frantically drummed his feet and was weakened to Minho’s raspberries. 

“NOHOHO!! No—plehease Chahannie noho…” The maknae panted when Chan’s fingers stopped underneath his armpits. He squeaked when they received a poke. 

“Okay, heeeere we go!” Channie announced with a grin, digging into them with a “dudududu” sound effect. 

Jeongin squealed, twisting as loud cackles bubbled out of him. 

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” He wheezed. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

The hyung’s only continued their tickly movements until Jeongin’s laughter had silenced, only gasps of air were heard. 

Meanwhile, Chan had let go of the maknae, and Jeongin was panting, strength returning to his body slowly. 

The second Chan tried to stand up, a piercing war cry echoed through the room, courtesy of Jeongin, and he startled. Minho successfully grabbed his arms and pulled him into his lap, with Channie squealing and everything. 

Min wrapped his legs around Chan‘s thigh, handing one arm to each of the maknaes to take. 

“Wait—Min please…I’m sorry.” Chan tried to explain. Minho nodded mockingly. “Bad I forgive you. But you still deserve this, so it’s happening.”

He stretched out Channie’s torso, fingers poised above the eldest’s tummy. 

“Urghh…” Chan shut his eyes from the anticipation, peeking every few seconds. 

Minho kept them there for a few minutes before suddenly descending his hands onto Chris’s hypersensitive upper body.  

Jeongin and Seungmin handled one of his arms, tickling under it until Channie squealed, while Minho got to work. 

Digging into his ribs, scribbling along his chest, counting his abs, Minho did everything he could think of to possible torment their poor leader. 

And how’s Chan reacting to this, you ask? He was not okay. Loud screams and laughter poured from him, his eyes crinkling up in the familiar way it did when he laughed far too much. 

“M-MIHIHHIHINN!!” He pleaded. “IIHHIHITS TOOHO MUHUHUHUCH AHAAHAHAAAAHHAA!!” 

Minho could tell the leader was exhausted from their trip, but refused to sleep anyway. Perhaps this was a way they could tire him out. 

“We’ll stop when you promise to sleep tonight.” Jeongin voiced Minho’s thoughts. 

“BUHUHUT SLEEHEHEEP IS SO BOHOHOHORING!!” Chan squeaked, but only regretting it when the fingers dig deeper into his torso. 

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAY OKAY FIHHIHIHINE!! IHILL SLEHEHEHEHEEEP!!”

Finally, the fingers stopped. “Good job, hyung.” Minho murmured, gently caressing Channie’s face to remove all traces of tears. 

“Mmmhmhm...” Came Channie’s reply. 

“Wait. Someone here hasn’t gotten wrecked.” Jeongin noticed Seungmin sneakily trying to leave the room, and immediately grabbed his ankle. 

“We haven’t gotten you yet, have we?”

Seungmin screamed and tried to run, just to get pulled down back onto his soon to be lers’ laps. 

Hands crashed onto his body, some attacking his upper torso while others attacked his thighs. Minnie was thrashing immediately, deep laughter pouring helplessly from his lips. 

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASEE!!” He squealed, a desperate attempt to satiate their need for his laughter. It didn’t work. 

“Cutie~ Smile for us, baby.” Chan cooed, digging deeper into the puppy’s armpits. 

Mong cackled breathlessly, the hands never let up, only keeping him in his constant hysterics as he twisted and squirmed beneath their grasp.

Minho teasingly dipped a finger into the puppy’s belly button, Seungmin following by throwing his head back and laughing, howled screams pouring from him. 

“STAHAHAHAHAAGHH!!” He wailed before his laughter cut out fully, tears dripping down his cheeks in his mirth. 

After a few very ticklish kisses, the boys laid on the floor, panting and smiling. 

Who got the top bunk in the end, you ask? Well, after everything had happened, they had decided to nap with Lixie and Sungie, only more cackles fueling their ler moods as Jisung screamed with laughter, cheeks red and wet, five pairs of hands wiggling all over his body…

@ksitb

yes the last sentence flustered me wdym

[foxalade]

"sign of the times" has got to be the most Marauders song out there.

"Welcome to the final show" The war. The Prophecy. James and Lily's death. Peter's betrayal.

"You look pretty good down here, but you're not really good." Remus. Sirius. Mary.

"We never learn we've been here before." Sirius and Remus' lack of communication.

"Why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? The bullets? " The war. Death. Everyone they love dying.

"Just stop your crying it's a sign of the times." Remus. Mary. The only ones who survived.

"We gotta get away from here. We gotta get away from here." Mary's obliviation.

"Just stop your crying it will be alright." Remus. Sirius in Azkaban. Mary.

"They told me that the end is near." Mary and Remus not wanting to live without their friends. Sirius in Azkaban. Peter regretting everything.

"Just stop your crying, have the time of your life." James and Lily starting a family amidst a war. Memories of Hogwarts full of fun and love and friendship.

"Remember everything will be alright." James being the optimist that he is, promising his friends they will all be okay.

"We can meet again somewhere. Somewhere far away from here." Self explanatory.

"Stop your crying, baby, it'll be alright." Lily comforting Harry after hearing James drop to the floor. Sirius dreaming about his Moony in Azkaban. Remus and Mary trying to cope together.

"We don't talk enough. We should open up." Sirius and Remus. Peter.

"Before it's all too much." Peter. Sirius and Remus.

"It's just what we know." Sirius not knowing how to talk about everything properly because of his upbringing. Regulus going on a death mission. Barty getting revenge on Moody for killing his best friend (boyfriend). Remus living 12 years in misery believing the love of his life did it. James trusting everyone.

"We got to get away." Sirius breaking out of Azkaban. Peter being in hiding for 13 years. Regulus getting away from his Family. Mary obliviating herself. Barty kidnapping and impersonating Moody. Remus trying to restart by becoming s professor. James telling Lily to grab Harry and run. Lily protecting her son over herself.

[myriadparacosm]

SMALL DROP OF Ambrosia (Chap.6 of Black Beats Black - Hanahaki)

Just a little glimpse of a short scene (:

“Sometimes I wish he had killed me.”

Sirius blinked, shifting ever so slightly even when their noses are already close to smooch. Remus wanted to gently bite it, pinch it or pet it up to the bridge before kissing, but he stayed put. He loved the proximity and he kept his eyes on his canopy. Sharing a bed was starting to be tricky as they grew up but it brought the chance to stay close, in an almost embrace, where their skins meet and their breaths play together in the quiet night.

“I don’t,” he simply replied.

They always had muffliato spells when they joined one or the other in a bed, simply to talk or bask in their presence. Sirius had always been fond of touch but he only acted on it after the winter break of their first year; it started with James then he grew confident to try his luck around Remus and Peter. They never did much outside from just laying beside each other, sometimes they hug when one can’t calm down and they might have fallen asleep once or twice like that. Remus hoped it would be one of these moments again but he kept his body still.

He roughly cleared his throat, blinking in the dark and breathing in the slight smell of ink and fresh honey that followed Sirius. His arm itched and thrumed menacingly, especially where the scar of the bite had sunken under new ones.

“I wouldn’t be a monster.”

“You would be dead,” Sirius pointed out and swallowed, echoing unconsciously into Remus because their whole bodies are weld and warm. “You are not a monster Moony. This bastard is. But you’re better.”

“You don’t understand,” he argued.

The first time Remus had shifted, he woke up in a pool of blood without real conscience of what is real. He figured that he died and a large part had wished so behind his nebulous eyes. The one side that might have hoped to live had been torned off from his body, leaving a false arm in its stead - mangled and gnarled into a gross piece of flesh.

Greyback’s bite disappeared under it but it still slithered to grab Remus by his throat. His whole arm is a mess of scars despite the intense healing his father tried, giving him back his arms but not his will. This spot where the bite was is always the focus of Moony on very bad nights before attacking somewhere else.

“Then, I would die too.”

“What?”

His eyes turned blurry at his hasty glance, finally taking in the sight of Sirius tucked right against him. Dangerously close on his single pillow and gripping all his thoughts with a grin. Two little moons stared at Remus, glimmering and so silver it’s uneasy but he would drink it in. There was no cold living under thick black lashes. He had always hated the moon after getting bitten except for these two small ones that smile, laugh and whine like pure magic.

“I wouldn’t want to live if you didn’t. I won't be happy.”

His words were clear. So simple that Remus got his breath shaken and trembling for a minute. Sirius’ lips fell shut in a crooked manner, almost shy and yet bold, calling him to challenge - just I dare you.

“You would,” Remus replied, ignoring his laboring heart and the gasps under his skin where the beast crawls. “Not much would change if I wasn't here. You wouldn’t even know that I’m not here.”

“I would,” he argued without any argument.

“You would have never heard of me-”

“I would still miss you,” Sirius cut and this time their nose kissed. “Moony, I would always know that something is missing. Even if I don’t meet you at your glorious scrawny eleven years old or years later, decades, centuries. I will know. You are not here and I won't be happy until you are. It doesn't feel right.”

Remus swallowed the incessant desire to wolf Sirius. “You wouldn’t know,” he weakly said as their breaths restarted together.

Sirius didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. His lips curled in a trembling way and he blinked with a mist. One of his feet slightly brushed Remus’ ankle as his eyes fell shut, head tucked against his.

“I will always wait and look for you. Even in another universe, Remus.”

They are still in the same universe, less than a year later, but strangers. Remus thinks that he still knows Sirius. He hopes so, but he doesn't quite know.

This chapter is already 30 pages long and I'm not even half-done (: (help)

(I'm looking for a beta-reader for this story, and maybe others, if someone enjoyed this short passage)

[aaaagggg]

( did an oppsy and didn't want to restart so sreenshot )

Her Father's plan had worked out brilliantly so far. He was currently playing a game with the moony. She was using the digital map he gave her to get to the lower parts of the plex . She would have been completely lost with out it. Everything looks So different when it isn't crumbled to bits. She did have to stick to the security blind spots, but her father had been so kind as to mark them on the map as well.

Time skip

Well. This was some what annoying. She knew she had to stay in this particular spot because Father said to and because it was a blind spot, but EVERYTHING WAS SO NEW! And she so wanted to explore. The lights were so pretty (if not a little to bright) and there was so many new smells. But she could not risk being seen. So she was just going have to find something to do.

Idk the end.

[twilightaurora]

twilightaurora

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[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius: Moony...

Remus: Yeah?

Sirius: Can I ask you something? Something serious...

Remus: *teasing* 'Sirius'? ... I love your 'Sirius' questions.

Sirius: If I die...

Remus: *raising an eyebrow* If? You're gonna to choose to die or not, Mr. Immortal?

Sirius: *smiles* When I die..

Remus: Morbid...

Sirius: Would you date another person after me?

Remus:...

Remus: Why do ask me that question, love?

Sirius: So you would..

Remus: I don't know... I don't like thinking about your death, Sirius.

Sirius: I wouldn't..

Sirius: If you die first, even if people tell me I should move on...

Sirius: I would never... I could never love anyone else but you.

Remus: *kisses him*

Remus: *smiles* Sirius, don't be so radical. What if I die tomorrow? You're 20 years old, love. You have to move on with your life...

Sirius: *pouts* I could never

Remus: Me neither *smiles* Even if I restart my life and fall in love again, I would never love anyone else more than I love you. You are the love of my life. And you will always be.

Sirius: *smiles and kisses Remus*

Sirius: *happily* That's what I wanted to hear.

Remus: *smiles* You're an idiot.

Remus: Don't ever die

Sirius: Promise *smiles*

Years later, after the Battle at The Ministry of Magic, remembering the conversation.

Remus: *crying* I promise. I am going to love you forever, Sirius.

[robingurl]

Small rant below on cozy gamers from someone that grew up on island builders, city builders and farming games.

I’ve finally started playing Disney Dreamlight and my god, some of the players are absolutely insufferable. Ive not met one normal player.

I’ve never wanted to strangle so many people at once (and I’m a moonie and kuroshitsuji fan new fans for both fandoms smh 😅) .

It literally non stop complaints about how repetitive it is and how there isn’t room to place their characters and how Disney has failed them and aren’t listening and now they are boycotting and not playing - ITS. SO. DAMN. STUPID.

1. First and foremost Disney owes you jack shit. You bought the game and gave them $60 plus the price of the DLC if you paid for it. They held up their end of the bargain and gave you a game. It’s a complete transaction and they don’t give two shits about your whining.

2. The game is going to be repetitive. You’re playing a harvest moon/stardew valley/animal crossing game. THATS THE ENTIRE POINT OF THESE GAMES. You repeatedly talk to villagers, upgrade your house, grow crops, do quests that will sometimes require 20 fish and 200 carrots. The game isn’t broken or a bad game. It’s doing its JOB and what it was created to do.

These games aren’t meant for everyone and yes once you play this game into the ground and cover every space (then complain your game crashes because you’re overloading your graphics cards 🤦🏻‍♀️) with decorations, complete your quests , buy all the furniture and clothes, and max out your level it’s DONE.

No game has unlimited gameplay especially when you go as hard as a lot of you do. You’re going to run out of things to do until the next update. So sit and be patient or follow below:

Restart your game from scratch and move on.

No game company owes you squat. They don’t owe you updates, they don’t owe you free stuff or even DLCs.

The fact that Disney is doing this, is great and I’m excited.

3. New characters. This is for my overly dramatic players who have to over achieve and cover every single pixelated space on their valley, you will need to REMOVE SOMETHING to make room for the new characters coming in.

Disney doesn’t owe you a new biome and if you’d shrink the 2 acre palace you made for Ariel and Belle, it would fit quite nicely.

First you complain about not enough to do, then Disney GIVES YOU MORE CONTENT (for FREE I might add) and you bitch about where to put it.

No one cares Ashleigh, just change up your valley and move on.

4. Playing on the switch. Yes the gameplay isn’t perfect but I’ve been grinding and I really haven’t run into problems like all of you complain about. I’m not saying you’re lying but my guess is, like I said above, you’re decorating your island too much.

This is like ACNH, you over do it and your game will lag and crash and yes you could corrupt your game file 🤷🏻‍♀️ it’s how this stuff works.

“bUt ThAtS nOt fAiR” then get a different console. Can’t afford it, make do with what you have. That’s reality.

5 “omg where is Cinderella and Snow White? 😭😞” first, Disney is putting in their popular characters first and foremost. A lot of the demographic they are pointing to (not a 32 Disney adult) don’t know the older princesses. Second, Cinderella can’t move in when her castle is covered in thorns… just saying. My guess is she’ll be the last we unlock.

As much as I love older Disney, I know they won’t appear until later. I was happily surprised Merlin was one of the first people we met in the game and same with the Fairy God Mother later on. But I know realistically unless these princesses are needed for the main story line, they aren’t a priority.

Yes, I get that older people play this game, I’m one of them, but I’m not disillusioned into thinking Disney will bend to my will just because I cry and beg.

6. “Pay to play” this game isn’t pay to play. Sure you can CHOOSE to buy those blue tokens but THE GAME DOESN’T REQUIRE THE PURCHASE. You can earn these coins through game play and dream snaps. Disney is not locking the game so you have to buy them, I’ve not been locked out once.

So stop lying to people.

If you really want that ride or that dress and you’re an adult with adult money- YOU CAN CHOOSE to spend real money but it’s not a required part of the game.

bUt KiDs pLaY tHiS gAmE 😖 ok and? Put your foot down, remove your payment information from the game shop and step up and be a fucking parent and supervise your child on what she/he’s doing on the console you bought them. Your lack of parenting isn’t Disney’s fault.

That’s on you 😌✨

7. Dreamsnaps. No one is required to vote for your perfectly curated photo with your 1000 hour park in the BG.

There are actual kids playing this game and new or casual players. They deserve a vote as well.

Sure they look great but don’t expect an automatic win. It’s more fun, imo, to find the clever ones of the first time/casual players who don’t have Disney land behind them.

Same with the kids that have Mike from Monsters Inc belching 😂 it’s a game for kids, so there will be lots of those photos.

I vote for everything but the perfect dreamsnaps, but that’s just me.

I’m not saying not to put your all into it because you will still get a hefty amount of star coins (blue things) from following the prompt, but please stop complaining about how people could possibly vote for a “boring” “obviously not following the prompt” submissions.

Your popular mean girl techniques don’t work in the digital world. You can’t bully people into voting for you ���

If you’ve gotten this far into this rant and you’re unsure if you want to buy the game: yes do it. It’s such a charming well made game that lets you hang out with a lot of characters from your childhood.

Just don’t go to Reddit, TikTok or YouTube and read the comments. You’ll lose your mind. 🥴

Reach out to me if you want any help for new players. I’m still kinda new but we’ll figure it out together! 🥰

[shapeshiftinterest]

Take A Seat: sun x monty x moon, sun x moon (CH 3+4)

pre/ new relationship and snarky frenemy versions more on the animatronic’s POV

basically the ones i wanted to do in the first place but i was too tired yesterday

stories under the read more

Take A Seat (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

First time it happened before chapter 1; pre/ new relationship; no handler

“Huh,” Monty said, sitting in the gator themed car and frowning. “Guess there ain’t enough space for the both of us, Moonpie.”

‘Actually...,’ Sunny piped up from their shared headspace.

‘Sunny, no.’ Moon thought.

‘Mhm,’ Sun hummed, tapping a finger to his chin. ‘But consider... Sunny, yes.’

‘Sun!’

‘Moon! XD.’

Sun kept egging him on until, with an exaggerated sigh, Moon stepped into the ride.

“Whoa there, little guy! Ah jus’ toldja there wasn’t enough space,” Monty said, trying to keep the ride balanced.

Moon made a sound in the back of his voicebox and promptly plopped into the gator’s lap. Monty could see their face plate glowing even though the brighter side was turned away from him.

Realizing they could actually fit now, Monty chuckled and wrapped his arms around Moon’s waist. He put his chin on top of their hat, flicking the lever with his tail to restart the ride.

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First time it happened before chapter 1; snarky frenemies; no handler

Monty shimmied his shoulders and slid back to lie on both seats, a smug look on his face as he crossed his legs and stared at Moon, who was glaring him down something fierce.

“Well wouldja lookit that. Guess there ain’t enough space for the both of us, eh, Moonpie~?”

Moon wanted to smack those stupid glasses of the gator’s face but refrained.

‘Years of dealing with small children sure help when dealing with a large one, right, Sunshine?.’ Moon thought.

Sun snickered in their shared headspace when-

‘Oh! Idea! Psst, Moonie!’

‘Hmm?’

‘What if we pspspppsp, and then pspspspsp?’

Moon smirked. ‘I knew there was a reason I loved you, Sunny.’

‘Pfff, shut up XD.’

Monty narrowed his eyes at the Daycare Attendant. “The hell, why’re you lookin’ at me like that, fuckin’ gremli- HEY!”

Moon jumped into the car, the hook attached to the top of the ride squeaking ominously. Monty gripped the front of the ride and one of the backseat rests, panicking. “WHAT THE HELL, MOON?!?”

Moon just snickered and kicked the control box lever, restarting the ride. Not that Monty noticed, what with Moon sitting perpendicular on the gator’s stomach and putting his hands behind his head in the most fake relaxed pose he could make.

“GET OFFA ME YA FREAKIN’ WEIRDO!!!” Monty roared, unable to get up. He couldn’t buck Moon off without jeopardizing himself and the ride.

Moon wiggled the way Monty had in the beginning and gave a yawn. “Mmmmm, nah.”

“WHADJA MEAN ‘NAH’?!?!”

He shrugged, hi fiving Sun in his mind. “Too comfy.”

[alexandraisyes]

Okay, to avoid giving anyone a wall of train to scroll through, I'm restarting the train.

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Wow that was a lot of people sure hope the tumble gods don't smite me down for my insolence.

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

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[jeepcharlie]

Just found my Tik tok drafts of my mental anguish after finishing atyd who wants to see

[amydiddle-fanfiction]

Moony: Curse of the Full Moon

A curious three year old boy, a grudge against a name, and the watchful moon’s silent gaze. The 27th of February,1964 the full moon shone down on a small house in Wales and a curse was brought upon the family that would change them forever. Remus John Lupin, only a small child when everything was taken from him and his family. Now the threat isn’t on the outside; it is him.

Note from The Author: This is a story I started back at the end of the my sophomore year of high school. It centers around Remus Lupin, a poor boy that had a terrible curse thrust upon him. When I started to write it, my motivation had been the fact that I really loved Lupin and I wanted to get background before I thrust him into a story about the Wizarding War.

Most of my original ideas have been lost to time but I am trying to pick it up again. This collection is the first three ‘books’ as the younger me dubbed them. The Bite, First Year, and Second Year. I have gone back through the chapters and edited/rewrote them to live up to my current writing level.

READ THE ORIGINAL VERSION HERE: FF.NET SLOWLY BEING RESTART VERSION HERE: Ao3

Moony: Book 1 - Chapter 3

Saint Mungo’s Hospital London, England March 1964

After Remus’s birthday, the young boy found himself in a pretty standard routine. He would wake up early and take the required potions, eat breakfast, wander around the floor he was one, be checked up on his nurse, his mother or father would visit and they would have lunch together, visit Lucy, go back to the room for a little bit of rest, have dinner and his potions, and go to sleep.

Things started to change when the week of the moon drew closer.

The young boy started to notice strange things happen around the hospital. A lot of the medi-witches and wizards had started to avoid him. He could pick up on small whispers of conversations they would have without them realizing he was close enough to hear them. Sometimes he would catch him giving dirty looks to his back.

He did not understand why they would do that.

The memory of his first night in the hospital had become a blur. His mind had deleted the completely lunacy that he could be such a terrible creature. There was no proof of any change into the monster of his childhood stories.

A werewolf was a terrifying beast that was clever enough to hide amongst its prey. The monster had a bloodthirsty need to hurt people, take children, and would not stop to make people miserable. Even when in their human disguise the werewolf was a terrible creature.

Remus being a werewolf was impossible. He still thought the same, and walked the same, and talked the same. He did not want to hurt anyone. He merely just wanted someone to play with. The most ruthless thing that Remus had ever done was kill a few flies that got into the house and even than he preferred to catch them and let them go outside.

People just could not see that and as the twenty-first dawned Remus’ routine was changed.

Paranoia was a powerful force and spread through the hospital as the dreaded day got close. Any of his usual wanders around the hospital were banned unless he had his parents or a healer with him.

The first time he got this new ruling the child had not listened. Remus had tried to leave on his own but was found not five steps away from his room and brought back. Now, with his parents only coming for a short time Remus found most of his days to be spent stuck in his room.

It was boring, stifling, and just plain maddening. The child only had a few things to entertain himself with. By the third day of being confined to his bed he had flipped through the story book ten times. Remus was sure he could describe each picture on every page perfectly to anyone if they asked. Maybe even tell them a few of the stories that were not too complicated for him to read.

The book did only so much for a distraction.

The longer he spent in his room the more it felt like the too white walls were closing in on him. He could feel them get closer and closer to him with each passing day. The threat of them closing in on him driving him up the very looming threat that wanted to squash him.

Normally the thing to be blamed would be just his toddler attention span but there was something else at work and it all had to do with the moon.

The ever-growing moon had started to have a weird pull on him. He could feel it in chest at night, something being swayed by the mysterious force. The child had taken to closing the thing curtains in the room to try and avoid the rays.

Remus had discovered a trouble sleeping. The child would lay awake at night and stare at the ceiling. His healer called his trouble sleeping insomnia and that is was normal this close to the day. Remus just wanted to stop being grouchy and for it to be more of a concern.

Other things that had been weird since this week started had been his change of taste. He had been given a hamburger for lunch once and refused to eat it because it tasted overcooked.

His eyesight had gotten better and made it hard to sleep at night because the room did not seem as dark as it should be. Remus could hear the whispers the healers and nurses said clearly as if they were talking to him and he could smell the weird sent that was potions brewing. It was not the most appetizing sent.

It scared him, these changes. The more he noticed the more he wanted them to stop. When he brought this fear up to his healer the man just assured him that they were natural things to happen for his ailment and not to worry.

But the man was worrying, Remus could tell. Even if these things were natural they were something to worry about for some reason. The healer was just as scared as Remus, if not more.

The healer was scared of him.

28 March, 1964

Remus Lupin awoke that morning with a great ache over his body. The whole week had been full of small aches and pains but this was all that magnified to a higher extent. Every muscle seemed to ache and his stomach was tied in knots.

He felt ready to throw up, like the time he got the flu. He wished his mother was here now to nurse him back to health.

The child rolled over onto his side and groaned a little at the shocks of pain that sent over his body. Any attempt to sit up and greet that day was stopped when the world around him began to spin just because he lifted his head a little.

When the nurse came in to give him his potions and breakfast Remus tried to turn it down. He could barely down the potions fully and the little bit of toast he managed to swallow quickly began to crawl its way to freedom.  He did not care when the nurse left in a hurry with a still very full plate of food.

Remus did not even care about the complete silence out in the hallway of his room. He just wanted to sleep and with the potions help he did just that. His dreams were filled with a fearful rush to get away from a looming danger he could not see.

His feet ran and ran but the danger seemed to get closer and closer. He could feel the bright light of something getting brighter and closer. The child pushed through the obstacles in his way but he did could not get away. It was practically on top of him. He felt himself trip. It was here-

Remus woke up with a start. The sharp pain of his body from whatever sickness was in his system ignored because the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Sweat plastered his sandy hair to his forehead and he looked around to room in fear that the bright thing that had been chasing him was nowhere to be seen.

The only thing off about this too white room was the fact his door was opened and his healer had stepped inside. The man carried a plate and had a grave look on his face.

“Did not mean to wake up,” he said, “But it is good I did. I have somethings I want to talk about before tonight.”

The man set the plate down on the table at the end of the bed and sat on the edge of the bed with some hesitation. He did not look directly at the child but he could already tell the effects of the moon were settling in.

The four-year-old was as pale as a ghost and there were beads of sweat that ran down from his forehead. The poor child’s hands shook with unknown fear under the blanket where he had hidden them. He watched the man expectantly; not saying a word.

“I wanted…I wanted you to understand what is going to happen tonight,” the man explained carefully.

Remus continued to be silent. His wide brown eyes now had a ring of amber that held the hidden power the child was about to unlock. The healer could not look into them because he felt like something else was watching him.

“Tonight, I am going to take you to a place where it will be safe to change,” the healer explained. He chose his words carefully to the child could understand, “Some place where there is no way you can hurt anyone.”

He paused and looked away from the child fully.

“The transformation will be…painful. There is no way for me to ease that pain but I know you can push through it. You are a tough boy coming this far.”

The healer changed a glance over at the child and the boy had seemingly gone paler. His little body trembled under the fear of the situation he was in.

“I want to go home,” Remus whimpered and wiped away at the tears that had started to form in his eyes.

The healer sighed heavily and looked at his shoes. He had dealt with many Lycanthropy cases before. Most where older wizards and witches whose jobs were to go after the beasts. Those people had understood the gravity of the situation. Most had taken the better path once they learned of their ailment and ended it there before the pain of the first moon could come.

This child was too young to understand what was going to happen. All Remus J. Lupin knew was that he was sick and he was hurting. All Remus understood was that he wanted to go home to the two people he trusted to make the pain go away. He could not fathom that once this pain started it would never stop. That he would be a slave to the moon forever.

The healer thought over what he needed to say in response to the child carefully before he responded.

“Once tonight it over you will be going home.”

“Promise?”

Remus clung to that hope quickly. The healer knew he would. The man nodded and forced himself to look over at the child on the bed.

“I promise,” the man said simply and stood up from the bed. He grabbed the plate and Remus could see it had a few slices of toast on it. “Now eat this and get some more rest. You will need it.”

Carefully the man handed over the plate. Once Remus had it in his hands the man left without another word and Remus was left in that too white room, alone, once again.

The child watched the door silently after the healer left for about a minute. In that short span of time the fear and dread that circled his heart turned into a boiling sea of rage. He wanted to go home now. He wanted to stop feeling so sick.

The child threw the plate to the floor and watched as the plate shattered into pieces and the toast hit the ground. The rage left the moment the ringing of the broken plate stopped in the room. Tears started to form once again in the boy’s eyes.  

“I wanna go home,” he whimpered and pulled his knees to his chest. “I wanna go home.”

Night drew closer and closer. With every hour that passed Remus just felt sicker and dinner had not been an option. As twilight approached Remus had decided that he was not going to move from his bed. The child was very disappointed that his plans were foiled when his healer pulled him from bed just as the sun began to set.

He threw a tantrum as he was led out of the room. His little heals did their best to dig into the slick floor but the fight was useless. He would not be spending the night in his room. The floor was cold on his bare feet and his stomach twisted terribly with every step.

The tears dried up as they entered the stairwell and started to travel down. He had never been down this passage before and curiosity took over the need to throw a fit. A few sniffles left him as he looked around.

There were a few windows in the stairwell as they traveled down it. Every time Remus got a glimpse outside the sky seemed to be a little darker and something seemed to stir in his chest. It sent a terribly shiver down his spine which made the aches more painful.

The windows ended as soon as they passed the ground floor and left the stairwell to enter a dark, cold basement. Torches were the only light source down there and only lit as they walked past them. The fire did not seem to make the place any warmer.

Their destination was a room at the end of the long stretch of obvious storage. With a flick of the healer’s wand the door opened and he led Remus inside. The child tried to look around but the man let go of his hand and held the boy firmly by his thin shoulders.

“You have to be brave,” the healer said, “This is going to be very difficult but you are tough. I know you can handle this.”

Remus stared at him with wide eyes full of fear. Handle what? What was happening?

The man gave no answer as he got up and left the room before Remus could get a word in. The door closed behind him with the defining click of a lock.

The simple click of the lock seemed to echo in Remus’ ear drums. It made him snap out of the frozen fear of swirling questions and bolt for the door. He must have misheard it. The man could not just lock him away. His mother and father would never allow that to happen.

He got to the door quickly and pulled on the handle only to find it would not budge. He tried it again; pulled on it, pushed the door; even kicked it. But he could not get it open.

The dark walls of this room felt so confining. He needed out. He needed his mother.

“Please! Please let me out! Mummy! Help! Let me out!”

Tears had started to fall down his face again as he pulled on the door desperately. The child all but screaming for help into the empty air. The scream of words only morphed into one of true pain as a sharp spike seemed to go through his chest.

That spike only bloomed into a burning sensation that spread outward to take over his whole body. The scream of agony got worse and more tears fell as he crumbled to the ground. It felt like his flesh was on fire. Like all his bones were breaking and being put back together.

Words were no longer an option as he curled up into a ball and his nails dug into his arms to try and get this terrible pain to stop.

Outside the room the healer stood with a blank expression on his face as the basement echoed with the small child’s screams. He took in a shaky breath and raised his wand. With a flick of a wrist the basement became silent as the man put a silencing charm on the room.

He stood there for another moment in the silence before he put a calming charm on the room as well.

With nothing else to do he moved to leave the basement. With every step the man sent a silent prayer up to whomever could hear that in the morning Remus Lupin would still be alive.