#YES MORE LUPIN BEING PROUD AND AMAZED

[deswhomst]

Dead Gay Dad (& Others) From The 70s

Prompt by @moonyscribe — Marauders microfic — POV Harry Potter — Minor Wolfstar. Implied/Referenced Jegulus, Marylily, Gilderat. Word Count: 1319

Harry Potter had seen countless strange things in his nineteen years of life. From being thrown into a world of magic to becoming their savior, it had felt like nothing could truly surprise him anymore. He was wrong, of course, and he realised that as he held a portrait of four ghosts that stared back at him as if they were still alive.

“Well?” His father prompted from within the wooden frame. “Who are you?”

Harry was genuinely speechless. He had seen his father in Snape’s memories but this was different. James could see him—acknowledge him. He couldn’t be more than sixteen but Harry had never known any version of him. He will take what he gets.

“Prongs,” Remus Lupin tugged at his sleeve, demanding his attention. “He looks like you.”

“Right!” Sirius Black agreed wholeheartedly. “It’s like James with green eyes. And a bit older.”

Peter Pettigrew chimed in with, “Maybe it’s James from the future.”

Sirius snorted. “I wasn’t aware that a person’s eye color changes with age.”

The four of them were gathered around in a secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, it seemed, and there was no one else in the frame. They were all dressed in their Hogwarts uniforms as well. At first, when Harry had wedged the portrait from under Sirius’ old desk while cleaning up Grimmauld Place, he had assumed it was a joke of sorts—something Sirius had left behind to annoy his parents, maybe, but the more he looked at the portrait, the more alive it got.

“I’m—my name is Harry,” he forced himself to say. “How are you … I didn’t know portraits could be made like this?”

James grinned, evidently proud of himself. “We didn’t think it would work!” he told him. “We basically trapped our fifteen year old selves in a portrait—it wouldn’t matter if we were alive or dead. This portrait will always have us at this age.”

“We wanted to give it to someone worthy of it,” Sirius added. “But my mother dearest saw it and confiscated it …”

“You are from the future, though, aren’t you?” Peter questioned.

Harry had to bite down on his tongue hard as he nodded. This man was the reason his parents had died, but Harry could not tell them this. If this is a version of them trapped here in time, a happy version of them, then he had no intentions of ruining it. Not because of a crime not yet committed where they are.

“I’m …” Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

James perked up at that. “Are you related to me, then? I’m James Potter,” he said so casually. “Are you my son?”

Harry has been through his fair share of problems but nothing could quite compare to the amount of pain he was in at this moment.

Yes. I’m your son. Hi, Dad.

“No,” he said. “I’m a bit farther from the future … I have a great great grandfather named James Potter.”

The lie was necessary, Harry thought, to ensure that the four of them didn’t find out what happened to them.

“Wait,” Sirius squinted suspiciously. “Do you know about Voldemort? And the war?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah we read a bit about it … Voldemort died, and the war ended ages ago. Everything’s good here in the future.”

It’s not as if Harry didn’t miss Sirius and Remus, too, but he was too distracted by James to notice anyone else’s presence that well.

“That’s amazing!” Peter grinned. “We have been expecting the worst.”

“Yeah, but it’s years into the future,” Remus reasoned. “Who knows what happened in between.”

“He must know,” Sirius gestured towards Harry.

“Wait, who did I marry?” James asked. “Was it Regulus?”

What?

Sirius groaned. “James, you’re not marrying my stupid brother.”

“But, Padfoot—!”

“No!”

“You’re just jealous that he loves me more,” James poked out his tongue at him.

“Low bar,” snorted Remus.

Harry kept blinking at the portrait. Regulus? Regulus Black? Why would James want …. what …

“Regulus,” Harry repeated. “What about Lily?”

“Lily?” James furrowed his brows. “How do you know about her?”

“Er— the … the frame!” Harry said. “It has—well, there’s Lily written on it … so I thought she’s your girlfriend or something …”

Sirius burst out laughing. “Prongs, mate, you’re pathetic.”

“You’re one to talk,” Peter said, amused. “You’re always wrapped around Moony.”

“It’s Moony,” Sirius winked at Remus, who rolled his eyes affectionately. “And the difference is that he actually likes me back.”

What? What? What the fuck?

“Oh, sod off,” James muttered. “I used to have a crush on Lily but I’m with Regulus now,” he explained to Harry. “Lily is with Mary, too. I love them, we’re all friends so it’s not weird or anything.”

“Regulus isn’t our friend,” Sirius corrected.

“He’s my friend,” said Peter.

“And mine,” added Remus.

Sirius sent them all a nasty glare.

James ruffled his hair. “I’m so confused… I don’t even remember putting Lily’s name on the portrait.”

“Let it go,” Remus said. “You doodled it anywhere you could.”

“I suppose …”

“It’s right here,” Harry said confidently this time. “I’m literally looking at it,” he waved a dismissive hand. “So, you two”— he pointed to Remus and Sirius —“are together?”

“Do you mind?” Remus asked pointedly. “You sound a bit homophobic to me.”

“Doesn’t he?” Peter agreed.

“What?” Harry blinked. “No—no! I’m not … I’m just wondering… I thought you guys are friends.”

Sirius arched a brow. “Do friends do this?”

To Harry’s utter horror, Sirius grabbed Remus’ tie and pulled him into an insanely inappropriate kiss. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus.

“Okay, I think he gets it,” James called out to them. “Stop traumatizing Harry.”

“Why, does two men kissing traumatize you?” Peter asked.

Harry had no response to that. He has been staring at Remus and Sirius, jaw dropped, unable to look away even when the two of them had finally broken apart. He had never, once, considered the possibility of the two of them being more than just friends. Or of his father with Regulus Black. Or his mother with someone called Mary.

“Yes, Harry,” Sirius said. “Are the four us being gay traumatizing to you?”

“N-no!” he instantly defended himself because this was obviously not about that. Harry was more upset at how much of their lives will always remain a mystery to him. “Wait—four of you?” He looked at Peter. “You, too?”

James grinned, nudging his friend playfully. “He’s with this bloke called Gilderoy Lockhart.”

Giledory??? Lockhart??? And Peter???

“Neat,” said Harry, because what the fuck else was he supposed to say to all these insane revelations?

“It is neat,” James nodded. “So is Regulus.”

“Shut up, Prongs,” Sirius hit his shoulder.

“I’m with someone, too,” Harry said directly to James, because he wanted him to know. “Her name is Ginny.”

“Yeah?” James seemed interested. “That’s a sweet name, Harry.”

Harry grinned. “Yes. I think you both would get along!” he said. “She plays Quidditch, and I know you used to as well. She’s a professional.”

“Really?” James matched his smile. “That’s so cool! What position does she play?”

“She’s a Chaser.”

“Like me!”

“Like you,” Harry confirmed. “I play too! I’m a Seeker.”

James laughed fondly. “So you’re like me and Regulus, but opposite.”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “And she’s my best friend’s little sister.”

Remus and Peter snickered.

Sirius passed James and Harry a very unimpressed look. “You Potters have it in your genes to go after your best friend’s little siblings, do you?”

James pursed his lips in amusement. “We do, don’t we, Harry?”

“My best friend wasn’t dramatic at all about it,” Harry added just to tease Sirius a bit. “He gave me his blessings and everything.”

“You see!” James jumped at the opportunity. “Why won’t you give me your blessings too, Padfoot?”

Sirius scowled.

Harry and James both grinned.

[zenigatas-eyelashes]

How to trick Lupin & Co. into falling in love:

Zenigata: tell him, show him, what he deserves. Let him know he's pretty. Love him for more than his unhealthy work ethic, for more than his family legacy. Force him to take breaks from work, care for his aching bones not so he can get back to the chase but so his body can feel at ease. Give him a hug & take away that half empty bottle of booze. Be his distraction instead & don't let him feel guilty about well deserved love.

Jigen: Give him peace. Fill the world with silence, soft touches & long glances as a new form of communication. Leave space inbetween words. Allow open ended questions to go unanswered but always, always, listen with intent when he whispers out a reply. Be patient for the days where his lips spill paragraphs. Follow up on the little things. A pain he'd mentioned a while back or the worries he scarcely speaks on. Care for them both despite his bickering not to.

Lupin: Love him as an average. Be impressed at his nack for thievery yes, but be astounded at their French cooking. Focus love not at his talent for disguises but at, how in drag, she does her makeup with near perfection. Complement the way his hands seem always warm, not always acknowledging that those digets can break into any safe worldwide.

Goemon: Praise him & ask nothing in return. Clap at his swordsmanship but whisper meaningful compliments to him alone about his hair & smile. Be gentle but never afraid. Take care with what he is proud of but reason with his stubbornness when determination hurts. Care for the wounds he's gained due to over work & love the scars across him.

Fujiko: Laugh at her jokes genuinely. Tease her about the right things the right amount. Never fail to take an opportunity to woo her in public, private, loudly, silently etc. Leave her alone. Give her space but ensure she doesn't forget by not being forgettable. Be amazed but not tripped up or too tricked. Fall in love wholly but not deeply, let her open up. Be girls together, apart, & hardly against. Love what she loves hate what she hates, introduce her to new muses.

[roalinda]

i find it strange -James alone called a bully yet people leave out - Sirius was there too! They did swm together, they both were entertainted by cruelty! We know little about the prank, but maybe that was (bad, out of hand) joined descision. Yet James is singled out as bully and max Sirius should do is grovel for the prank [which imo is not something he'd do]. tl;dr, broad fandom makes James darker and Sirius lighter while prongsfoot shippers often do opposite, and this amazes me XD

Hello anon,

I am sorry for the late reply. I was a bit sick, so I was on and off on tumblr. 

If I want to be completely honest, I don't know much about how James is portrayed outside prongsfoot fandom because I usually don't go near other pairings when it comes to him, unless it is Jily or Jilypad. The way he is HCed as an stupid himbo in other fandoms bothers me, because in canon he is one of the brightest students along with Sirius. Same goes for Sirius, viewing him as a brainless bimbo in some fandoms makes my blood boil, so I prefer to stay in my small prongsfoot corner, thus I lack knowledge about the way James' darkness is portrayed in anything minus prongsfoot. But here are my thoughts on prongsfoot if you are interested. ♡ 

James and Sirius both are purebloods. One is spoiled with whatever his heart desires and the other is blessed with too much sass and class. Everyone thought that they were the height of cool ( in Lupin's exact words) in their school days. I find it strange to only call James a bully, because you are right anon, Sirius was involved in that scene as well. 

Personally, I think it is because there are three books for the reader to know Sirius and just a bunch of pages to know James. It is absolutely unfair to judge James by a single memory. But unfortunately, a lot of people just judge James based on that, only focusing on him being an arrogant bully. In Sirius' case there are other books, so we can see that he is arrogant and cruel, yet has many other positive characteristics as well. In James' case we either have the negative arrogant toerag picture frame or the positive hero worship unless one starts to read the whole seven books and just focus on small clues about him.

As for entertainment by cruelty, I think putting it this way would be better. 

James started it to entertain Sirius, Sirius joined in and then the whole crowd were entertained. ( not discussing the morality or cause and effect here. )

Students all around had turned to watch. Some of them had gotten to their feet and were edging nearer to watch. Some looked apprehensive, others entertained. ( HP and OOTP, page 643 )

Even Lily:

Lily, whose furious expression had twitched for an instant as though she was going to smile, said, "Let him down!" (HP and OOTP, page 648)

It doesn't mean that James started it for the crowd or Lily, it was started for Sirius and naturally it contained showing off for him and in front of the whole school, amusing Sirius by indulging him in bullying Snape. 

What I am saying isn't that Sirius and James were saints, I am saying that most of the crowd there were enablers. Even Lily was amused for an instant, so clearly she is no saint as well. 

There is also one other thing. When Harry asks Sirius about this, here is his answer.

"I'm not proud of it," said Sirius quickly. (HP and OOTP, page 670)

Sirius Black, the man who is described as haughty and arrogant more than N times in the books, says he is not proud of what he had done. Of course, he would rather go back to Azkaban than to say it into Snape's face but admitting it to Harry is something. Point is he has been given the chance to express this because he is older and alive, something that James didn't have the chance to, so people assume that he never grew out of it.

So, yes, I think only calling James a bully and leaving Sirius out is stealing his glory, they are quite a double act after all. 

The prank though, as you said, we don't know much about, at least not that much to be able to put the complete blame on either side. But I don't think it was a joint decision at all. James and Sirius tend to even each other out, so in situations when Sirius is rash James is not and vice versa, so here when Sirius was impulsive, James saving Snape is not odd to me. It was for protecting the marauders' secrets as well, sure, but believe me if it was a joint decision Snape would have been already dead, because Sirius and James planned their pranks with cruelty like you said. But there are different types of cruelty and planning to dump someone in front of a werewolf is different from public humiliation.

Prongsfoot fandom in general tends to sway to a darker Sirius and a lighter James mostly because Sirius belongs to the Black family with their famous ego and wrath and how it is explicitly mentioned in the books that James hated dark arts. But a lot of prongsfoot authors make them equally morally grey, not shying away from their faults which personally I find really intriguing. I think one of the reasons that prongsfoot is not everyone's cup of tea is precisely this. Neither character is portrayed as a saint or the sacrificial lamb or the other's keeper or a casanova. ( ok, Sirius is a casanova but that was not the point. ) The point is, they are what they are. Maybe a writer views one of them darker than the other but they usually try not to sway too far and create some alien out of JP or SB. 

I can rant about this for the whole day, I need to stop myself before this gets out of hand.

Thank you for the ask. ♡

[starlitscars]

Older Remus Lupin | Valentine one shot| Part 1 of two

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Summary: A few days before Valentine, someone begins to send Y/N letters and fancy flowers. She has no idea who's the sender of them. With Hermione and Ron's wedding on the way and other events, she doesn't know what to do. But... She's almost sure of one thing. Remus Lupin never likes the idea of writing letters.

𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫

It was a pretty busy time in the history for you.

Months and months after a ruthless war, sad memories were fading into nothing, giving way to the cheerfulness of new events and ceremonies. Everything seemed to be back to normal.

Apparently.

You found yourself thinking of it as you sat next to the window, finally letting out a relieved breath while you silently glanced up at the night sky. The only sound that could possibly disturb the quietness of the room was either the muffled chattering of Hermione's parents that came from downstairs or the beating of your heart that was far from calm. The latter was stronger and more distressing. These past few days were incredibly exhausting for you. Constantly going from Weasley's house to Granger's for help and working at the Ministry at the same time had taken a toll on you.

And deep inside, you knew that having a stressful time wasn't the only reason for your impatience.

But you were good at hiding that particular reason.

At least that's what you thought.

You just took advantage of the quiet moment and used the chance to think about all the events that had happened through the past few months. Everything was processing in a fast pace and to be honest, you weren't ready yet.

Something was missing.

Someone was missing.

Everything around you looked perfect. Hermione and Ron were getting married in a few days and you were more than glad for them. Right from the start, they were made for each other. Fred and George, your bosom friends, had reopened their joke shop, once again taking over the whole Wizarding World with their astonishing products and pranks. You still remembered that dreadful day at Hogwarts when everyone thought that Freddie was gone. Hopefully, the gladsome tears of Mrs Weasley and the rest of you when you once again had the chance to see the twins causing mischief together was now the only memory to reminisce about.

Harry was still the talk of the town, every so often having an interview with a Wizarding magazine or being awarded countless medals of bravery because of what he did to Voldemort on the grounds of Hogwarts. He had finally pursued his favorite career at the Ministry of Magic, training to be an Auror along with Ron.

Bill and Fleur had a great life together, awaiting their first baby. Charlie was still working with dangerous dragons in Romania. Percy was back to live with his awesome family, making amends to them and admitting his mistakes. And lastly, Ginny (yes, the-boy-who-lived's love) had decided to become a professional Quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies, winning matches one after the other. Molly and Arthur Weasley couldn't be more proud of their children.

And gratefully, you were there to witness all those wonderful moments. Was there something better than being welcome to a great family like Weasleys? They were all like a family to you.

On the other side of your life, you had another friend. A truly reckless one. Sirius. He was away and out of reach most of the time, freely venturing around the world and traveling with his flying motorbike to different places. Every once in a while he'd send you letters and excitedly talk about his great adventures across the oceans with dolphins or through some dark jungles while he was trying to tame a lion. His recklessness always amazed you.

"Come on Y/N- what's life without a little risk?" Was his reply whenever you asked him to be more careful.

Careful? It was unlike his character. Sirius was carefree. Maybe someday you needed to accept his offers and join him in one of these treacherous trips. He never failed to lift your mood with his witty remarks, sarcastic jokes or even useful opinions. Hopefully, he would soon visit The Burrow and stay for a couple of days.

Anyway... it all meant that... life had no choice but to be awesome for you.

Did you agree? No.

You were trying your hardest to be normal and saviour each and every moment, but something wasn't just right.

Someone was missing from your life and it was hard to bury that emptiness inside and keep a perfect composure around your friends. His absence was devastating.

The worst part was that you had no idea where he was.

You had a hundred letters, held in the darkness of a wooden shelf in your room at Grimmauld Place, all collecting dust and waiting for no one to read them. A hundred more of them were addressed to the burning fire in the nearest fireplaces around you. You never sent them to him.

Why? Oh, Remus never fancied the idea of writing any letters. He would never reply to you. Never.

These hopeless letters were meant to be addressed to you.

To you and only you.

To you, Remus John Lupin, love of my life.

To you who took my heart away with you the moment you left.

Or should I say... the moment I fought with you and pushed you miles away. Only because you were nearly killed in a terrible war by trying to save my life. I'd be damned and doomed if anything bad had happened to you.

That wasn't fair to you at any level. I always thought that you were too good to be mine. How could I let you sacrifice your life for me?

Worse than that, how could I let you go oh so easily?

I stood alone in the middle of nowhere for months, wandering around in hopes of being found someday, by you.

These letters are all addressed to you... who'll neither read nor answer any of them.

I'm sorry.

And I love you. More than I could ever tell you...

Your eyes welled up with tears. All this time you'd tried to put all your love for him aside and convince yourself that there was no point in talking with him ever again, because you, of all the people, knew that he wasn't the one to answer any letters.

And now, you were only a few days apart from meeting him at the wedding.

He surely would come, wouldn't he?

You didn't regret the day when you argued with him about why he'd tried save you from several Deatheaters by putting himself in danger. But you regretted the day you let him go out of your life.

Your life was saved, then lost.

You were afraid of his reaction.

He surely wouldn't want to talk with you, would he?

Hearing footsteps approaching the room, you quickly wiped your eyes and jumped from your seat, making your way to the nearest bed which Hermione had successfully conjured half an hour ago. She was an only child, so naturally there was always one bed in her room.

"I was checking the whole schedule with mum and dad again. They're just more anxious than I am." She said breathlessly, dropping on the bed next to you.

Fortunately, the lights were off and under the faint light of the moon, Hermione couldn't possibly notice your reddened eyes even if she tried.

You wrapped your arm around her comfortingly. "Oh it'll be fine, Hermy. You're the greatest daughter your parents could ever ask for, and now that you're all grown up and ready to be a lovely bride," You winked at her and she blushed "they're just both happy and worried at the same time."

"Yeah, yeah you're right. It's just slightly terrifying to leave the walls of this house. Things will be different, but I'll visit them as much as possible," She looked around at the bare walls, pausing when her eyes fell on the picture frames that held her childhood photos. She then turned to look at you. "anyway, Y/N, are you comfortable in here? My room isn't that good and big enough fo-"

"Don't be silly, Hermione. Everything is alright. Now you go and get some rest. There's a lot to do tomorrow." You quickly cut in, giving the girl a reassuring hug before ushering her towards her bed.

She nodded with a smile and climbed up her bed. Satisfied with yourself for handling the situation, you closed your eyes, only to snap them open when Hermione's words echoed in your ears.

"You were crying, right?"

Oh great.

"I- I'm just thrilled about my genius friend's wedding, that's all." You half lied, not wanting to bring up your own worries and affect her too.

That was all you could tell her.

Not all of the things you buried deep within the cracks of your heart.

You closed your eyes again, hoping that you'd be strong enough to make it to tomorrow and the upcoming days uneventfully.

***

February 11

The sound of birds chirping harmoniously and flapping their wings outside in the open air over the trees, indicated that morning had arrived sooner than what you imagined.

For a mere moment you went to sit bolt upright, assuming that it was another day to work at the Ministry of Magic and you were most certainly late, but then you remembered that you'd taken the Friday off to stick by Hermione and help out with the wedding preparations.

What a relief.

A sweet and rich scent wafted in the air and filled your lungs as you inhaled deeply and rolled over in your bed. The scent got stronger with each passing second, making you wonder where it came from.

"Hermione, you awake?" You asked drowsily, not bothering to open your eyes just yet.

"I'm wide awake. Come on Y/N, look around you. Isn't it breathtakingly beautiful?"

Curiosity got the better of you and you forced your eyes fully open, letting out a sudden gasp when you came to your senses and took in your surroundings. It was almost like entering a wonderland. All around the room and each of the walls were adorned with small and white flowers. Hermione was staring at the ceiling, smiling sheepishly. You looked up and your eyes widened in more surprise. Even the ceiling was covered with buds of Jasmine. Was this the same room you slept in last night?

"Oh my-"

"I know."

Your lips curled into a smile and you sat up to get a better view of the heavenly scene. If you were surprised seconds ago, now you didn't know what to say when more Jasmines began to bloom and fill the tiny gaps in the wall. Did they grow with someone's happiness? Apparently yes. It was insane how love could make someone do something as wonderful as this. But how? When? You made a mental note to ask Ron about it later.

"Beautiful is an understatement for this masterpiece. I wonder when Ron got the chance to come here and do all these stuff. It takes a while and of course magic and the love he has for you can make it easy to-"

"No, no honey. This is for you." She shook her head and chuckled amusedly, gesturing at somewhere on the floor.

"Wh- what do you mean it's for me?"

You confusedly tilted your head to the side and looked down at the floor, only to find a glass vase at the foot of your bed which was brimming with a bouquet of fresh Jasmines and some green foliage.

You raised a brow, wondering why there should be a vase full of those sweet-smelling flowers too while the whole room was full of them. Your first question was answered when you spotted your name on a small envelope that was attached to the vase. Now a letter too? It was really for you.

But why you? None of that made sense.

For a long moment, you debated picking and opening the letter. You looked at Hermione, silently asking for help. She gave you a reassuring nod, signaling that there was no need for you to be nervous about something as simple as that. You took a deep breath and seized the envelope, opening it. You took the note and read out the words to yourself.

~~~

Jasmines,

They are known to take the role of inspiring queens in the kingdom of flowers.

Jasmines, in the simplest form, mean inspiration.

I never was the best learner, but the days I spent with you, turned out to be the most beautiful and inspiriting days of my life. All the things you taught me about life and love, led my soul to try its best to make a new change. They helped me become who I always wanted to be. No more doubts, self consuming thoughts and well, insecurities.

And yet... the most important lesson I've learned in this lifetime is that, a life without you is never enough.

It's just equal to a life without love.

Y/N, It was all a secret for years, but now I want you to know that you've always inspired me like the stars do to a dreamer, and the moon does, to the sea. I'm that sea, eternally longing for your moonlight.

I'm that dreamer, constantly dreaming of you.

I hope that you dream of me too.

P.S. Keep the little petal with you.

~~~

You almost lost your breath and a faint blush crept up your cheeks as you read the heartfelt words on the small paper. It was admittedly beautiful, but still, none of it fell into place for you. You read the words over and over again, finding yourself more confused than before. The handwriting wasn't familiar and there was no name on the letter.

"That's impossible. I mean wh- who could've possibly sent this? It's almost impossible to put all these Jasmines on the wall without being heard or noticed."

"No idea." Hermione shrugged and scanned the letter, her mouth forming an o when she finished it.

She began to search through the envelope for something and seconds later, a pink velvet flower petal was placed in your hand. "Here's the petal your adorable admirer has mentioned."

Admirer?

She said with a playful wink and got up to her feet, making her way to the nearest wall in the room.

"The walls? You mean here?" She brushed her hand over the fresh flowers just as you gazed up. You nodded quickly, not noticing that the small Jasmines didn't even move under her touch. "Oh please. There's nothing on the walls."

The girl left and closed the door behind her, not giving you a chance to react.

Couldn't she literally see any of them?

That was impossible.

For the next few hours your head was spinning with new questions and different answers.

"A life without you is never enough."

"I'm that dreamer, constantly dreaming of you."

Who could literally be the one to write all those sweet words and take your breath away without leaving a trace behind? You thought of your school friends and Ministry colleagues, but from what you remembered, no one ever had that handwriting and way of surprising you both together. You were sure of it. Your memory wasn't playing tricks on you.

Even if someone had magically done those works with flowers, there was a low chance that they would know the address Hermion's house.

Unfortunately, even Hermione's parents had no clue who was the sender of the flowers.

So, it meant that you needed to focus on your closer friends. For obvious reasons, Harry, Ginny and Ron were quickly crossed out of your list. Maybe it was Fred, George or even Charlie. Maybe it was Sirius.

You had no idea.

The rest of the day was spent mostly in Diagon Alley with Hermione trying on her wedding dress countless times and raving at the shopkeeper about why the bridesmaid dresses weren't ready just yet.

Then, you wandered around the alley a bit more and visited a few more shops before making your way to Fred and George's joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Mrs Weasley had asked you the other day to drag the twins to The Burrow, saying that they were always occupied with work until the last minute. Now you saw why. The shop was extremely crowded and you had to practically squeeze between the people to successfully make your way inside.

You stood in a corner and watched around the place until your gaze fell on a spot that was apparently more appealing to the visitors.

The love potion section.

It was no wonder, considering the fact that Valentine's day was only three days away from you. The exact reason why the wedding ceremony was on that day too. Even the shop was decorated with red ornaments and balloons.

You sighed and looked away, not wanting to reminisce your old Valentine memories.

Then suddenly an idea popped in your head. You considered it for a few seconds and slowly made your way to the table at the front of the shop. There were several parchments and signed lists on it and all belonged to the twin boys.

You quickly picked a few of them and squinted your eyes to carefully check the handwritings.

"Need anything, wonderful girl?"

"Oh- no, nothing." You hurriedly dropped the papers and stepped aside right when you heard Fred's voice from behind you.

Their handwriting wasn't anything like the letter you'd received either. You decided to ask him instead.

"Wait, I was just, um, wondering if you or George have sent someone any letters this morning?"

"This morning?" He raised a brow questioningly, looking over his shoulder at his brother. "No, I don't think so, and I'm pretty sure George has the same idea. What's the matter, sweetie?"

Sweetie? And those sweet-smelling flowers? It was him, right?

"It's nothing important. Um, what about flowers?"

He shook his head again and you sighed defeatedly, knowing that Fred was not the one to ever lie to you.

You just hoped that this wasn't one of those pranks of them.

Hours later, the four of you arrived at The Burrow to spend the remaining nights there. You decided to push the thoughts away and enjoy the night with the sight of Hermione and Ron stealing glances at each other and blushing fiercely each time their eyes locked.

When midnight approached and you had some alone time for yourself, you read over the letter one more time and pressed it into your chest. The idea of having someone out there who thought of you this way brought a grateful smile to your face. When your eyes slowly fell shut and sleep consumed you, there was only one lingering thought in your head.

You would eventually find out about this mysterious person.

***

February 12

"Y/N, Sirius is here. Mum wanted me to tell yo- oh wow!"

Someone burst in the room and exclaimed rather loudly, once again indicating that it was morning. You stifled a yawn before forcing your eyes open, only to be met by George's shocked expression as he stood at the doorframe.

What was the matter with him?

His news went unnoticed and unheard by you as you came to your senses and looked around the room, eyes widening in surprise. It was unbelievable. Now this room (which used to be Fred and George's before) had turned into another wonderland too.

"No way!"

Each of the walls and even the ceiling were decorated with large yellow flowers.

Sunflowers.

You rubbed your eyes and carefully peered around again, not believing what you were seeing. But the moment you smiled and watched how more buds of sunflower bloomed and filled the tiny gaps of the wall, you realized that your eyes weren't deceiving you.

"Yes way. So these are the flowers Fred told me about, hmm?" George came and sat next to you.

"Ye- yeah. All these flowers." You nodded absent-mindedly, taking in the beauty of the whole scene in front of you. The faint sunlight that was passing through the curtains, dappled the yellowish petals and doubled the shiny enchantment of them.

George waved his hand over your face, waking you from your mesmerized trance.

"Why are you staring at those Quidditch posters on the wall like some crackpot? I know that we're handsome, but there's a letter over there waiting for you."

Posters on the wall? Your brows furrowed. There were no posters on the wall. To be exact, they were probably buried beneath all the flowers.

Oh... he couldn't see them too?

You shrugged and glanced down at the floor in search of the letter, once again finding a new crystal vase which was brimming with sunflowers and some dark green foliage. Another envelope was placed next to it. You bent down and seized it, your heart beating fast in your chest.

But for a moment you doubted opening it. How could this person know of your whereabouts and carry the flowers to wherever you went? What if it was just a prank? What if there was still no name on the letter?

Oh, what if it was from... No, he never wrote any letters. That was impossible, you reminded yourself.

Midway between the rush of questions, George said something about going to get Fred, so he could also see the flowers, and left the room.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and made sure to take one more too. Then you ripped the envelope open and read through the words.

~~~

Sunflowers,

They're a perfect symbol for warmth and healing.

I'm sure you can figure out how much this means to me, to us. But I can't help telling you that your presence healed me so perfectly when I felt down.

You healed the wounds of my soul when I was at the loneliest levels of my life. You gave me an undying amount of strength when I was getting low. You mean so much to me... more than I could ever tell you.

I tried to ignore the signs for so long, but the fact that it was always you never faded out from my thoughts.

You know... with the right person, even breathing feels like healing and even the coldest days of winter feel the warmest. Only with the right person... and to me, it's you.

Y/N, I've had the sunniest summer days in frozen winters of life with you.

I hope that my presence in your life made you feel warm and healed too. I... hope.

P.S. Please take care of the little petal. Soon you'll find what's the reason.

~~~

Sunniest summer days in frozen winters? You were practically speechless. Every single one of those words had the ability to melt your heart right on the spot.

You read the note over and over again. Just as you thought, there was no name tagged onto it. It was only addressed to you.

Sighing defeatedly, you took the second pink petal and placed it in a small jar next to the other one.

"Soon you'll find what's the reason."

You were going to see this person soon, right? The thought warmed your heart as you went downstairs, only now belatedly remembering George's news when you heard a familiar laugh coming from the kitchen.

"Sirius!"

You exclaimed with happiness, jumping into his arms. He chuckled heartily, hugging you tightly.

"Hey little sunshine, long time no see."

Sunshine? Sunflowers? Of course he did it. He always had a habit of sending you countless letters. Maybe he'd only changed his handwriting to mess with you.

If he wasn't going to mention anything about it throughout the day, you had to ask him yourself.

Later in the evening, when Harry finally finished his long chat with his godfather and Ginny dragged him outside to help with the decorations, you got a chance to have some alone time with Sirius.

"You sent the flowers, didn't you? Oh- how could I not know that." You said, sitting on a chair next to him.

He wore a confused expression just like how Fred had reacted.

"Flowers? What are you talking about, Y/N? I may or may not have brought some souvenirs, but as long as I know, there's no flower in them."

Why was everyone in denial now?

"Wait..." You paused for a moment, considering the idea that he probably needed to check the stuff you'd received. Maybe he would know anything about the sender. "Come with me."

"If you insist on that one, I'll do more."

On a normal situation, you would laught at his quirky remark, but now you only rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours, dragging him upstairs.

"Here, look. These Sunflowers are all over the wall and that vase's next to my bed. There was a letter attached to it too. Yesterday I received the first one. We were in Granger's house and when I woke up the room was full of Jasmines." You explained in hushed voice.

"I know that you've missed me so much and it's maddening, but... flowers on the wall? There's nothing in here to see, honey." He chuckled, brushing his palm against the nearest wall.

The yellow flowers didn't move under his touch either.

"I'm not mad, Sirius! Plus... you're the only one who writes me letters," You huffed and went to snatch the letters, feeling yourself getting frustrated. "Look at it. I was thinking that maybe you've changed your handwriting or something."

"Well, maybe it's from- oh no. I have no idea," He quickly shook his head, handing the papers back to you. "But apparently this secret admirer of yours knows what it means to take some risk in life. Remember when I told you that? What's life without a little risk?"

Your expression fell. Sirius was crossed out of your list too.

"Honestly sweetheart, even though I admit that you've always been there for me and helped me to heal and get better when I was in hiding, I wasn't the one who sent the flowers nor the letters to you. As it's written there, you'll figure it out soon." He said reassuringly, giving your hand a squeeze.

The rest of the day was spent with him and he took you out for a ride on his motorbike, flying above the clouds and talking about everything and nothing. At dinner he took everyone's attention by one of those adventures of his. Half of it was made up, of course, but everyone enjoyed it and reveled in his funny jokes.

After dinner, Fred and George along with other boys, took Ron outside to play a game called Bachelor Quidditch, saying that it was necessary before he got married and eventually thrown out of all their games.

Except the fact that today it wasn't only Hermione and Ron who had blushed cheeks and Harry and Ginny who constantly stole glances at each other were added to them too, everything was pretty uneventful.

Late in the night when everyone went back to their rooms, it was only you, Sirius and Mr Weasley left at the kitchen. You'd insisted to help her out with cleaning the dishes.

"Molly, do you have any idea where Remus is? I haven't seen him in a while." Sirius suddenly asked, catching the attention of both you and the plump witch.

She sighed wearily and dropped to the nearest chair.

"Don't get me started on him, Sirius. That man never tells us what he's doing. He always makes a weird excuse to get out of all the invitations. I haven't known much about him since the end of the war either."

"When will he arrive in here, then? I want to make sure he pays for all his strange absence and creepy manners." He raised a fist, shaking his head in disapproval.

As if he was ready to punch Remus on the face with that fist.

Of course Remus was invincible.

What did Sirius really think?

Everyone's actions sounded slightly out of place. It almost felt like they were just acting, but you shrugged off the idea soon, thinking that it was all your imagination. You didn't need to be suspicious about everything.

The exchange of looks between the two of them went unnoticed by you.

"He just said that he'd be here soon. That's all I know... Sirius, for goodness sake, don't go berserk on him when he arrives. It's my little boy's wed-"

"Did Rem- uh, did he send a letter?" You interrupted her, quickly regretting your words.

The witch hesitated for a moment.

"I'm afraid no, dear. I just received a patronus from him this morning. You know how those messages work- I only heard his message, and then it just disappeared afterwards."

You nodded absent-mindedly, continuing to dry up the rest of the dishes.

Late in the night, there was a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of Bill and Fleur.

And this meant that you needed to change rooms.

And changing rooms meant there were new walls...

Now you had two letters, two vases, two petals and no answer for your questions. You wondered what was waiting for you on the upcoming days.

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐭��𝐫𝐬

This wasn't over just yet. Something was awaiting you tomorrow...

Part 2

[pinkteapotwriting]

Their Perfect Y/N

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Smut, pretty chill though. Daddy kink. That kinda stuff.

 Word count : 2532

---

Your first order meeting. You were so young, you just got out of Hogwarts considered an adult in the muggle world. Only 18, and you had a war to fight, friends to defend, lives to protect. It’s funny how determined you were to obliterate every death eater, but your heart was caught in your throat at the prospect of entering headquarters. You tried to ignore it, this was the first step to saving the people you cared about. You watched the houses split apart and sucked in a big breath before knocking. 

Walking through the doorway was easy enough, being immediately overwhelmed by a high pitched, brutal shriek.

“MUD BLOOD, BLOOD TRAITORS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS. DISGUSTING, FILTHY-”

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING HAG!”

You were frozen in a state of terror, already you were messing up and you haven’t even said anything yet. 

“Y/N, right?”

Your wide eyes moved towards the figure with sleek ebony curls. The intense grey eyes were intimidating, but once you looked closer you saw the twinkle of humor in them. You shook his tattooed clad hands and tried not to let your knees buckle under his firm grasp. 

“Yes, and I’d ask you yours, but the daily prophet has done a great job of introducing me already.”

His smile was genuine, but you could read into that touch of sadness. But he was quick to shake it off.

“Don’t mind my mother, I promise she’s just as unpleasant as you get to know her.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that-”

“Oh don’t worry about it love. No one told you. It’s amazing that you could come, Remus says you were one of his best students. Really exceptional at defense against the dark arts.”

Heat flushed to your face at the praise and the mention of your favorite professor.

“Professor Lupin is here too?”

Your question was quickly answered when those familiar arms you would stare at entranced in class were draped over Sirius’s shoulders.

“Nice to see you Y/N, but you’re not my student anymore so please, just call me Remus.”

“Feels illegal but sounds good Remus.”

You all found your way to the dining room table and tried your best not to be intimidated by the row of wizards you admired and respected so much. Before you got the chance to breathe though Molly had you trapped in a tight bear hug.

“Oh Y/N, so good to see you dear. Of course I’m not happy about the circumstance, but all the same, glad to know you’re here and safe.”

There was no oxygen left in your lungs to respond, so you just smiled and accepted her warm embrace.

“Molly, if you want her safe and healthy you might want to give her the chance to breathe.”

Grateful for Remus’s interjection you gave Molly a quick peck on the cheek, while she released you bashfully. 

“Thank you Molly.”

 The meeting itself was fine, it was the dinner afterwards that had you terrified, because right across from you was Sirius and Remus. Two of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen and their unrelenting questions and invested eye contact had the embarrassment coming up all at the same time. That didn’t deter them though. If anything it sprung even more questions and conversation starters. You didn’t even notice everyone else had left, leaving just you three at the table. You were cupping some tea between both hands, while Remus was leaning against Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius was replicating the affection by wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

It was peaceful, never had you felt so comfortable in the presence of other people before. So safe. 

“Y/N, I’m glad you came, like I said Remus speaks very highly of you and we need all the help we can get. So if you want to invite your boyfriend or something to join, you should.”

“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend actually, but speaking of which I had no idea you guys were together. You’re a really beautiful couple.”

Remus only smiled a little, but Sirius’s grin was proud.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re really quite beautiful too. We’re actually not gay though though, we’re both bisexual. We’ve even been known to have thirds in relationships. Nothing permanent though, haven’t found that right person.”

“Does that mean that you’re still open to-?

“Oh absolutely, there’s this girl we actually have our eyes set on right now.”

Your face fell.

“Oh, well if you two like her then she must be lovely.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look, clearly amused by your cluelessness and we all know what teases they can be. Remus spoke up this time.

“OH yeah, she’s a darling. She just joined the order.” 

“She has Y/H/C and Y/E/C. Exactly our type wouldn’t you say Remus?”

“An absolute beauty, exactly our type that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, she looks particularly cute when she holds a cup of tea, with an adorable confused expression.”

“I don’t understand, well I think I do but-”

Remus was sitting up straight now, zoning in on your troubled expression.

“Y/N, we want you. If you’re uncomfortable we can drop it and give you space from here on out and we’re so sorry for making you-”

“Wait. You guys like me? Like that?”

Sirius snorted at your surprise.

“How could we not? You’re completely captivating. Do you feel the same love?”

“I do, it’s just that I’m not experienced, like, at all. And you guys are so it’s intimidating.”

“We would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or unsafe. How about we talk more about this more tomorrow.”

Remus’s words were sincere, and well thought out. Yours were less eloquent, much more desperate sounding than you would have liked.

“No please, I need you now.”

Sirius was a man who smiled a lot. Always quick to let out a genuine, hearty laugh. But this was different. It was a taunting smile, a dangerous smile. And you were completely captivated. 

“Yeah? What’s got you so needy love? No one’s done anything yet.”

The table between you felt like it was keeping you miles apart. So you pouted, but Remus tutted. 

“Answer his question Pup, good girls speak up when told to.”

“I-I don’t know, I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this before and I just need you.”

---

Clothes were discarded slower than you deemed necessary. Their clothes at least, not yours. You were only left in your underwear. They really just wanted to take their time with you, not worried about them, but you. You just looked so pretty sprawled out on their bed, it was impossible not to stop and admire your trembling figure. Remus slid behind you, allowing you to rest against his now bare chest. While Sirius knelt in between your legs, hovering over you, thumb running over your bottom lip. 

“So pretty baby. Can I take these off now?”

He was referring to your panties and you were all too eager to be rid of them. Except Sirius was still fully clothed, which wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Sure, but could you take this off?” You tugged at the bottom of his shirt suggestively, but Remus was tugging your arms back.

“That’s not how we ask for what we want love, try again.”

You bore into Sirius’s grey eyes. The twinkle of humour was gone, there was love and respect there, but mostly they were filled with hunger. His blatant lust had you nervous, not ever experiencing such intensity before. It had you subconsciously closing your legs. So Sirius was pouting.

“Darling you don’t have to be shy, we like hearing what you have to say.”

You sighed and spread your legs again while Remus robbed your arms soothingly.

“S-siri, can you take off your shirt please. I wanna see you.”

“Good girl for asking so nice.”

He departed from the bed to remove all but his boxers, and it just reaffirmed that you’d be spending hours tracing his tattoos later. Emphasise on the later, cause at the moment you’d rather spend time with him doing something else. He seemed to be feeling much the same, but had to pause to chuckle at your dazed reaction.

“See something you like?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

Remus pressed a kiss to the back of your head. 

“Alright love, you ready? Do you want this?”

“Yes, please. Do you want this?”

“Of course love.”

Once Sirius was nestled between your thighs again he gave one reassuring peck before making his journey downward. He started sucking right below your ear, and you were already whimpering. He could get drunk on that noise. All the sounds you released so willingly as he nipped your collar bone, kissed your hip, and sank his teeth into your inner thigh. Right next to where you needed him most. He didn’t give you much time to complain though, cause soon enough that last barrier of clothing was being discarded and your fingers found their way through his black tresses. The vibrations of his moan against your clit had you bucking into his face. He kept his palms planted firmly on your thighs.

“That feel good Puppy? No one’s ever made you feel like this huh? Gotta stay still though, can’t make you feel good of you can’t stay still.”

“F-feels so good.”

“I know baby, Moony how bout you help her practice for another time.”

Remus seemed to understand what he meant and you were confused until-

“Open up pretty girl.”

Until Remus’s fingers were brushing past your lips. You started sucking on them as if it was second nature. 

Sirius went back to suckling against your clit, but this time one of his fingers was teasing your entrance. Which once had you whining against Remus’s fingers, so he pulled them out to let you speak. 

“What is it baby.”

“P-Please Siri.”

“By that way, how does she taste?”

He answered by inserting his pointer finger briefly before bringing it to Remus’s lips. Remus released it with a dramatic pop. 

“Now I think I’m jealous, Hurry up Pads so I can get a turn.”

You never thought you had this type of response in you, but Sirius’s fingers thrusting in and out of you was sending shocks through your body. Every touch burned in the best way possible and it was only a short matter of time until the coil snapped. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for us Y/N?”

“Y-yeah. Please, feels so good.”

“Bet it does, let go for us darling, I know you can.”

He placed delicate kisses across your shoulders as you released all over Sirius’s face and fingers. Despite not being the one who came Sirius parted ruefully with a heaving chest. Remus beckoned him closer and as soon as he was within reach Remus was cleaning off his glistening face with his tongue. A sight you found all too arousing.

“Did so good Y/N, you too Pads. My turn now.”

“Please I need to be inside of her so bad.”

Remus pondered for a moment.

“Could you be gentle with her as she needed. You’d have to be.”

“She was clenching around my fingers… don’t know how I’d respond with her wrapped around my cock. You’re right Moony.”

And there you were, wishing they’d skip the whole talking like you weren’t even there, and just fuck you already. Luckily your desire looked as if it was going to be satiated shortly as Remus and Sirius switched places. When Remus removed his clothes you stared at his member with complete and utter desire. He mistook it for nervousness though.

“It’s alright love, if you want to stop we can. We can go at your pace and I promise if you’re in any pain at all that we can-”

Your voice sounded pained, raspy and desperate as if you were being deprived of oxygen.

“Remmy, I need you. Please I need it so bad.”

He sighed in relief and stroked his length as he settled over top of you.

“I got you. Such a good girl using her manners. Tell me if it hurts at all okay.”

Chest against chest was not close enough, even that could not satisfy the desire, the need, to be close to Remus. It seemed he was replicating your feelings as he drank up every moan that flew past your lips. If Sirius wasn’t rubbing your arms and soothing your hairline you never would have been grounded enough to tell that this was reality. 

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding Pads. She’s so tight I can barely move. You feel so good love.”

Your high pitched moans were gradually becoming more staccato as Remus thrust into you.

“I-it’s not my fault you’re so big.”

“S’ not a bad thing at all Pup. You like my cock, you like being stretched out like this?”

“Yes yes yes. So much, please please Da-”

Embarrassment creeped up from the back of your mind, all the way to your cheeks, but Sirius noticed.

“What were you gonna call him baby. C’mon now, don’t be shy.”

Remus halted his movements to stare at your face intently.

“I- I don’t wanna, M’embarrassed”

Remus gave one more thrust to emphasise his point.

“Say it.”

You knew by the stern look on his face it was better to obey, or else you wouldn’t get what you wanted.

“Daddy, please let me cum. You feel so good. You’re so big daddy I-fuck”

You were cut off by your own moaning as Remus proceeded to thrust at a rapid pace.

“Cum then.”

It was like you were being blindsided. If you were standing you would have been knocked off your feet. Sirius held your hand the whole way, and your grip only tightened as Remus chased his own high. 

“Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Please cum inside me Daddy.”

“Yeah, you want Daddy to breed you? So pretty and innocent, didn’t know you were so dirty baby. I’m gonna stuff you full sweet girl- FUCK.”

He bit into your shoulder as he painted your insides with his release, and you found yourself whimpering as he pulled out. Remus was always a good caretaker though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. You did so good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No wait-”

“What is it pup?”

“Siri needs to feel good too.”

“If you’re sure then go ahead love.” Remus scootched out of the way so Sirius could situate you where he wanted. And that was face pressed into the mattress apparently. He sheathed himself fully inside of you, pressed his chest against your back so he could reach your ear and whisper.

“My turn, we’ll see who you’re calling Daddy at the end of this.”

---

Bonus

The prospect of war was terrifying. You were so focused on protecting everyone around you. So it was a great comfort knowing, as you slept in between Sirius and Remus, that you had two people who would go to all ends to keep you safe.

Because besides each other they now had something even more undeniably precious. 

You.

Their perfect Y/N. 

---

@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @accioweaslcy @bluemoonyblurbs @weasleyposts

[milkiane]

colin with kids

warnings: mentions of food

word count: 958

note: requested.

this man loves kids, he’s amazing with them, even those pesky and maddening ones. somehow, he knows just what to do to calm them down or have them listen to him. parents would think he was some sort of miracle worker.

he would talk to them normally. he would gush around them but would speak to them normally, none of the baby talks.

colin loves how the kids have the mindset on how the sky’s the limit.

whenever a kid would be brought to the station if ever they would lose their parents, colin is the one who would always be there to console them because the officers know he’s the right man for the job.

he’d treat them to an ice cream shop around the corner to cheer them up.

would bring them to his office after and bring out the lego sets and candies he has in store for situations like these. would play and build some legos with them to pass time.

colin has lego sets 🥺

anyway- every kid in easttown would know who he is. they love him, i mean- who wouldn’t?

and every mom because they would swoon over the hero detective every chance they would get. (and horny teenagers)

colin would want to have kids with you.

he would wait for the right time, of course. but if you aren’t ready, he would be alright with that.

he’s totally okay with being the cool uncle of your niece and nephews.

as soon as the kids see him, they would immediately tackle him from here to there, asking him to do this and that with them. you wouldn’t be able to see him until later on because he would devote his time to the kids- letting them do whatever they want with him.

they would be fighting for his attention, but he would have to tell them that he has time for each and every one of them.

now if you were willing to have kids with him, he would be on cloud nine.

colin zabel would be the best dad ever, no doubt.

colin would be there for you during labor, letting you squeeze the life out of his hand as he whispered sweet nothing into your ear, praising you for doing such a good job.

would have tears in his eyes once your son is born, he would carry him delicately and give your forehead a soft kiss for being so strong and for bringing your little bundle of joy to this world, REGGIE MALCOLM ZABEL.

colin would immediately be up on his feet once he hears reggie cry, no matter what he’s doing. cooking, watching, working, sleeping— he would put everything that he’s doing on hold to tend to his son, letting you rest, saying that you’ve done enough when you carried your son for nine months.

he would also fill up his phone and camera with baby pictures and videos of reggie, even when he does the littlest thing like gurgling.

colin would let you call him whenever something ‘life-changing’ happens.

“y/n, you have to call me if he says something, okay? or if he laughs at elmo, or tries to stand up, or-”

“i will, colin, okay? now get to work or else mare would get mad again.”

“right- i’ll see you two later.”

colin would always get home before reggie’s bedtime, he would always tell him a bedtime story. from the story of how you met to making up the most ridiculous stories, doing silly voices to amuse him, evidently making it harder for the both of you to make him fall asleep as he demands more stories.

anyway, reggie would grow up loving his dad to the extent. he loves you, too, of course, but the bond he has with his dad would always be beyond compare.

during career day, reggie would brag to his playmates how cool and amazing his dad is. he would also tell them all the stories about how his dad caught a lot of bad guys- and colin would be flustered and so so very happy that his son is proud of him. would also become flustered with how the single moms and reggie’s preschool teacher are swooning over him.

colin would sometimes let him come along to the station because he’s needed there at around 7 and reggie’s school starts at 8, so they’ll just bond there while colin’s doing some paperwork.

both of them having matching big coats … yes.

they’re always exchanging corny jokes, no matter what the other is doing, they would always crack one up. or no matter the occurrences.

“dad, i’m hungry,”

“hi hungry, i’m dad.”

“dAD-“

-

you, colin, and reggie would be bonding at the park. families and friends were out, having picnics, playing, and laughing.

walking around, yells and shouts of teenagers caught your attention but it was too late because as soon as colin turned around, a rapidly soaring frisbee hit him straight on the head, resulting in him groaning on the grass.

“dad! are you okay?”

but he only chuckled, while rubbing his forehead. there was a cheeky grin gracing his lips and a mischievous glint on his eyes, “i was wondering why that frisbee was getting bigger and bigger…”

“mom, is he okay?”

“then it hit me!”

“...”

“...”

“colin, if you weren’t too concussed right now, i would gladly hit you with that frisbee again,”

reggie only snorted and gave his dad a high-five.

and calling reggie his little zabel bagel.

“how was school, li’l zabel bagel?”

“dad- not here, can’t you at least wait ‘til i get in the car?”

all in all having a healthy relationship between the two. colin is an amazing father, no one can ever deny that.

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-Penmanship- Cedric Diggory x Female Reader

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   Kody: I- i love this request. I’m also hella confused by half of it so imma guess? Also i’m putting Lupin in this story because in my dr hes the defense against the dark arts professor and i do what i want really so like-

  Request: Okay so listen honey. A cedric diggory imagine where he constantly gets love letters every now and then from a secret admirer aka the reader. Not so secret though because she has the prettiest handwriting ever and it was very obvious. One day, Cedric like asks for her notes because he needed it??? She mindlessly gave it away because that's her long-time crush okay- and then after, Cedric gives it back and says she has a beautiful penmanship and reader just blushes, thinking about what she had done and- Gdjshdhxbhshgs so she tried like avoiding him because embarrassing really wow and then some days after, Cedric asks her what was the answer. She was like???? Was there a question????? Ced was like look at your notes???? And tHEN SHE RUMMAGES THROUGH HER NOTES AND SAW CEDRIC'S LETTER ASKING HER OUT.I've always been that freak in class with a pretty handwriting 😭 - 💐

  House: Hufflepuff

  Possible Triggers / Warnings: the fluff, Cedric being a cheeky bastard, cursing because i have a foul mouth

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  Cedric Diggory, 7th year Hufflepuff, quidditch captain/seeker, handsome, charming as a prince,  and one of the most popular guys at hogwarts along with Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, George and Fred Weasley, Blaise Zabini, etc. Anyway, like most girls and boys in Hogwarts, you fell for him. Hard.

  i mean- how couldn’t you, you shared almost every class him and he just seemed so kind and caring. He did have his smug side though that you rarely saw, but it was surely there. In layman’s terms: he was perfect in your eyes, and in your mind, you didn’t deserve him or his weird perfection thing he had.

  so you came up with a strange and somewhat coward way of confessing your feelings. Better than being embarrassed, normally guys and gals would get the young lad alone and confess there undying attraction to him and well- they’d get rejected. Everytime. It was almost as if Cedric had an attraction for no one.

  you decided to send love letters of sorts, but not really. They were more like letters of encouragement and it certainly wasn’t going to be a constant thing, just when you noticed a negative change in his attitude or anything like that. You would write him sweet compliments that you hoped weren’t to creepy as well.

  you just hoped that the letters brought Cedric some sort of happiness whenever he was low.

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  the Hufflepuff house had quite a grim aura this afternoon. The quidditch team had just lost a match against Gryffindor and even though Hufflepuffs were no sore losers, losing just sucked in general to anyone. It was sad to see your fellow housemates on the quidditch team so upset.

  the worst part was that Cedric had took the lose quite harshly since it would have gotten them a place in the quidditch finals of that semester. Now he would have to wait until next term to assure his team a spot. You noticed Cedric’s pained expression during the end of the game and left early.

  this was one of the moments where you could write something sweet and kind to lift his spirits and write you shall. You snuck back into your common room and quickly gathered up some parchment, ink, and a quill. You sat on the yellow loveseat as you wrote.

  ‘Dear Cedric, I’m sorry that you don’t get to participate in the quidditch finals, but don’t see this has a huge lose. You are still the most amazing quidditch captain and seeker i have ever seen. You should be proud of what you have accomplished so far. I just know you will do much better next term because your the kind of person to grow from your failures and such. It has inspired me to do the same with myself. Have a good rest of your day Cedric.’

  after writing what you needed to say you quickly make your way back to the quidditch field to see Cedric and his team slowly making there way to the changing rooms. Oh no. You needed to think fast. In a rushed state you slip into the boys changing room, no doubt feeling like a bit of a perv while doing so.

  it smelt like pure testosterone. you gaze around until your E/c eyes land on a small locker that had Cedric’s name on the front. Boom. With haste, you rush over and open the locker. The smell of fresh sage filling your nose. Odd. Anyway, you fold the letter and place it gently on on his clothes.

  after that you left.

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  as Cedric walked into the changing room he sighed deeply, running a hand through his golden brown hair that by then had collected sweat. His male teammates were quiet as they began to strip themselves of their protective padding.

  as the seeker opened up his locker to grab his regular clothes he spotted a folded up piece of parchment. By now he had been receiving letters for a bout a month now, so he instantly knew. He reaches in and grabs it from the locker. Opening it, he spotted the unique handwriting as always.

  as he read the words a wide smile grew on his face. He honestly looked like a lovestruck idiot who had just been kissed by an angel. After a month of receiving these letters, he now had a want for them. They always came when he needed them the most and always brought the brightest smile on his face.

  even after reading the kind words you had wrote for him, Cedric couldn’t help but wonder who was writing the letters with the unique penmanship. He had fallen for the anonymous writer and longed to know who there identity was, so he could say those feelings in person.

  but not once had they mentioned any descriptors that could lead him anywhere, no hair color, eye color, not even there gender. Cedric could less about any of those, but he needed those clues to find them, to find you. All he had was a stack of letters with unique handwriting.  

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  a week later

  one of the many classes you shared with Cedric was defence against the dark arts with professor Lupin, which was where you were walking into at this current moment. Oh yeah, you were deskmates (assigned) with him as well, which was totally not nerve wracking in the slightest.

  Lupin stood up from his chair in the front of the class as most of his students had taken their seats “Welcome, welcome everyone. Once your seated please pull out your textbooks and turn to-” before he could get another word in Hermione Granger’s hand had shot up in the air.

  professor Lupin gave her a small smile before nodding once towards her direction “Yes, Ms. Granger?” he asked. Hermione’s arm fell and she folded her hands across the wooden desk she sat at “You told us last week there’d be a exam today on the Chameleon Ghoul?”

  as groans fell from your classmates you heard the chair next to you slide across the floor “I haven’t missed anything important, have i?” that deep melodic voice you had grown to enjoy spoke. You turn your head to face the browned haired boy who wore a kind smile and questioning eyes.

  you manage to muster up a reply “Uh- Granger reminded Lupin that we have a exam today” you said cracking a quiet chuckle. He rolls his eyes dramatically and takes a seat in the chair, all while pulling out a couple pieces of parchment with his handwriting on it. You assumed it was his notes.

  “Of course she did. What’s the exam for?” he asks. You sit back in your seat to make yourself look less tense then you actually were. “Chameleon Ghouls” you say, watching the golden brown hair boy search through his notes. A frown formed on his face, one you noticed “Are uh- you alright there?”

  Cedric turns his head to face you, his frown replaced with a sheepish smile “I was at quidditch practice during that lesson. You wouldn’t mind me borrowing yours would you? I- I mean if it’s not to much of a hassle?” he asked. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to be nervous.

  “Oh no it’s alright. I usually write two sets of notes for my friend Hannah who usually sleeps through her lessons” you say, making him chuckle a bit. You reach into your bag and pull out both pages of notes, handing him one. Cedric gently takes the notes from your hand, his finger grazing yours.

  it affected you more than you’d like to admit. You pull your hand away and place it back in your lap. Cedric smiles kindly before looking at the parchment you gave him. His brown eyes scan the handwriting, a smug grin plastered on his face. It took him a couple minutes to read the whole page.

   “Your penmanship” he spoke

  at this point you were looking at your own notes and for once not paying so much attention to him. You raise a brown in confusion before looking up at him “My penmanship?” you question. Cedric nods towards the parchment he held in his hand

  “The way you write is so unique, i could spot it in instantly among others. I could never forget it” he said sending you a wink. You were confused at first by his choice of words before it finally hit you. The letters. He had seen your handwriting so many times before, so much so that he couldn’t forget it.

  and you had so willingly, so stupidly given away something with your distinct penmanship on it. Oh merlin, you were so screwed. Your E/c eyes widen, opening your mouth to force out some answer but professor Lupin speaks instead. “Now notes away while i pass out the exam”

  Cedric casually faces forward in his seat once again as he slides over the notes you handed him minutes ago. You quickly snatch them and stuff it into your bag as a red hue tinted your cheeks. You felt so embarrassed at the moment and wanted the earth to swallow you up.

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  “Aright, leave your exams on the table and you may leave” Lupin spoke, while kids stood up from their desks to leave the classroom. In a haste, you sling your bag over your shoulder and make a beeline towards the door, not wanting to even risk Cedric questioning you about the letters. Your heart couldn’t handle it.

  for the next couple days you spent most of your time avoiding the hufflepuff boy who seemed to now show up everywhere you went. Almost like the universe was punishing you for being such an idiot in giving him those notes and you did feel like a total idiot. You really hoped he would just forget you existed.

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  a couple days later, friday

   you couldn’t avoid him forever though.

  back in professor Lupin’s classroom you had been quietly sitting next to Cedric almost the whole class period. What were you supposed to say to him anyway “We seemed to have finished early, talk amongst yourselves quietly for the rest of the remaining time if you so desire”

  well shit

  you lean back into your chair and sigh deeply. He wouldn’t talk to you right? He should of taken the hit that you were avoiding him, RIGHT? No of course not. You felt a tap on your shoulder and slowly turned your head to face Cedric “Yes?” you say, trying to keep your calm composure.

  “You still haven’t given me an answer, your cutting it pretty close there Y/n” he snickers, leaning in close to you since he spoke in a hushed tone. You instinctively lean back, cause like- boundaries. “I’m sorry, i don’t understand?” you spoke, a confused expression on your face.

   Cedric studies your expression for a moment before chuckling again “I guess i don’t leave letters as skillfully as you do” he says making your face go bright red “Check the notes that you gave me” he adds. You mumble an okay before opening your bag to grab the crumpled parchment. 

   when you unfolded it another piece of parchment had fallen into your lap. It was small and looked like it had been ripped off the sheet and folded up like a note you would pass to a friend during class. You reach down and collect, gently unfolding the top flap to read the words. 

   ‘It’s my turn to write you something my secret admirer or should i say Y/n L/n. Would you do me the honor of going out with me this saturday- Cedric’ 

   you must have read those couple sentences three times before you believed your eyes weren’t defective of some sort. You slowly place the note down on your lap once again, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness. Slowly looking over to your right you saw Cedric with a questioning glance “So?”

   a smile grew on your face before nodding “Yeah i’d love to”

   the date went great, you walked around the school talking about anything you or Cedric could think of. He did question you on why you had sent the letters anonymously and you told him the truth, you didn’t want to be embarrassed. He thought it was funny the way he found out and you though to.   

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   a month later (bonus stuff)

   you were wearing a yellow sweater with black sleeves and collar, a short denim overall dress over that and black leggings with matching black boots as you tapped your fingers against the wood of Cedric’s chest at the foot of his bed. You were waiting for your now boyfriend to come back from the shower.

   Cedric had been at quidditch practice all afternoon and you knew he went to wash up right after, so it was the waiting game now. What you didn’t expect was what would happen next. The door suddenly opened to reveal Cedric with damp hair and only wearing a towel around his waist.

   you yelp and cover your eyes with both of your hands instantly “Cedric! What the hell!?” you shout. Cedric gives you a weird look all though you couldn’t see it “Your in my dorm! I didn’t think you be in here!” he shouts back, you can hear shuffling of clothes and his walking.

   “Did you walk through the common room like that?! What if somebody saw you!?” you exclaim. You didn’t want prying eyes on him in such a state since you knew almost everyone in your house and others hand the biggest crush on him. The thought made you frown knowing full well he could have anyone he wanted.

   you feel his large hand over yours as he pulls them from your face, his brown eyes studying your expression like always “Who cares if anyone saw?” he questions, your face not changing “Because everyone likes you, what if someone more good looking than me saw you and- eh”

   you look away from him. Cedric exhaled and let go of one of your hands to gently force your chin towards him so you were looking at him once again. “I don’t really care about anyone else Y/n. I’m your boyfriend aren’t i?” he asked, tilting his head with an amused smile. You nod slowly “Yeah” 

   “Y/n i fell for you the first time i read your letters, don’t doubt yourself because your the only girl who has ever caught my attention” Cedric smiles and leans up since he was crouching in front of you to kiss your lips gently. It was like he was sealing his statement with the kiss. 

   you smile against his lips. He pulls away after a couple seconds with a smug smirk “Now my secret admirer, want to cuddle?”

   “I’m never getting over that am i?”

   “Nope, now in the bed”

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   Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss 

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   Kody: this is shi for how long it took me lmao. Anyway, requests and taglist are open so like- yeahhh.

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Potion Partners

For charlieswanwhore  who requested : hi !! can i request a remus lupin x slytherin! reader fic ?? maybe the marauders don’t really like her but remus really likes her and stuff ahah thank you!

 Remus Lupin x Reader

“Everyone pick a partner, they’ll be your partner for the rest of the year so choose wisely.” Slughorn announced on the first day of advanced potions, seventh year. Remus looked at James, who smiled apologetically, as Sirius was already claiming him. Remus frowned. Peter didn’t get the grades to be in this class, so Remus was at a loss for a partner- he looked around. 

You were sitting by yourself, doodling on a piece of scrap parchment and not paying much mind to the partner picking going on around you. Remus had spoken to you a few times over the years and you were always kind to him, despite your house. Not to mention Remus thought you were probably the prettiest girl in school, and you were a wiz in most classes. 

Before he knew what he was doing he was walking towards your desk, he cleared his throat awkwardly once he was standing in front of you, you glanced up. 

“Do you want to be my partner?” He asked, not sure what bigger power had guided him into doing this. Sirius and James were looking at him like he had sprouted three heads and a tail. You tilted your head, looking up at him from your spot before you shrugged and moved your books over so he would have room to sit at your table. 

“Sure,” Remus smiled at you, sitting down beside you, and you were relieved. You didn’t know anyone well enough in this class to be partners with them, and you had been hoping Slughorn would leave you be and let you work alone. But now you didn’t have to work alone, and better yet you didn’t have to work with someone who wasn’t good at potions- you knew Remus was probably the smartest boy in your year. He said something to you, but you were caught up in your own thoughts so you didn’t hear him the first time, “What?” You questioned, glancing over. 

Remus smiled at you, sometimes he wondered how you ended up in Slytherin with the likes of Snape and Malfoy, you were too nice for that. But then he considered Slyhterin’s good traits.  Ambition, cunning, leadership, and resourcefulness. He supposed you exemplified those traits wonderfully. 

“I asked how your years going so far,” He repeated, watching you relax slightly, he glanced at your doodle and pointed to it, “Hey, that’s really good,” You covered the doodle with another piece of parchment and shrugged again. 

“Thanks. My year is going alright so far. I can already tell I’m never going to stop doing homework,” You chuckled softly to yourself, and Remus found he liked your laugh a lot. “How about you?” 

“So far so good,” He nodded, “And yeah, with NEWTs coming up, everyone is piling it on.” You nodded, and Remus watched you write /potions/ in a pretty scrawl at the top of your paper. 

“You’d think they’d go a bit easy on us, leave us a bit of time to actually study for the exams,” You smirked slightly, rolling your eyes. Remus opened his mouth to respond when Slughorn cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. Class went by quickly, and it was mostly note taking much to Remus’s disappointment. He wanted the chance to talk to you more, but alas, he didn’t get it. 

When class was over you said goodbye quickly before gathering your things and leaving the room, Remus watched you go before he was joined by his mates, who were still looking at him like he was crazy. 

“Why did you ask a Slytherin to be your partner?” Sirius asked, eyes narrowed. Remus shrugged at his friends, slinging his bag over his shoulder as they began to walk to lunch together. 

“You lot didn’t leave me much of a choice, besides, Y/N is nice, she’s not like the others.” James rolled his eyes dramatically.

“You just think she’s fit,” 

“So what if I do?” Remus huffed, crossing his arms, “Is that so bad?”

“Yes! She’s a Slytherin mate, they’re the enemy!” Sirius cried out, elbowing his friend in the side, Remus winced rubbing his ribs. 

“She isn’t your enemy, Sirius, she has never done anything to you,” He argued, becoming slightly annoyed with his mates. “Just drop it, alright?” They did, but not without several more grumbles from Sirius. 

You and Remus worked well together in potions, and he found himself really looking forward to the class, to you. You would make idle chat as you made your potion together, and everytime he made you laugh or smile he felt proud of himself. He was even starting to consider you a friend, waving at each other when you passed in the hallway. Much to the other boys annoyance. But he liked it-he liked you. 

One evening, Remus had dragged the marauders to the library in order to “study”, but mostly the others were messing around while Remus did his assignments. 

“Hey Remus,” He looked up in time to see you plopping down in the empty seat at the table, he smiled at you. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Sirius openly glared and James pick up a book and pretended to read. You looked around awkwardly for a moment before going to stand. 

“Just wanted to say hello..” 

“No, stay,” Remus offered smiling, you stilled, easing back into the seat. 

“What?” Sirius hissed at his friend and you did a good job pretending you didn’t hear it. You and Remus talked, you asked him what homework he was working on. James continued to pretend to read and Sirius continued to glare at you. 

“I need to go, just remembered something I need to do,” Sirius announced suddenly, standing up and gathering his bag. 

“I’ll come, mate,” James jumped up eagerly. “Remus?” 

“I’ll be there soon, I’ll catch up later.” Remus leveled his friends with a dirty look, that they sheepishly avoided as they hustled out of the library. 

“Your friends don’t like me,” You smirked slightly, leaning back in your chair as you looked at Remus, who wildly shook his head. 

“That isn’t true,” That made you laugh, and he cracked a half smile, “Okay, maybe not yet, but they’re like that with all new people.” 

“Sure,” You picked a quill up, twirling it between your fingers, “And it has nothing to do with me being a Slytherin?” 

“Well...” Remus picked nervously at his jumper, you chuckled again, reaching over to pat his arm. 

“It’s alright, really, I’m used to it.” You assured, “We’re not all dicks,” 

“I know you’re not!” 

“I know you know, Remus,” You assured again, smiling gently at him. “I’ll let you catch up with your pals, I only came to nag a book anyways, I’ll see you around?” You offered, standing up, Remus followed suit, standing as well. 

“Yeah sure, sounds good.” You smiled and turned to walk away, “Hey, Y/N,” You paused and turned, “Maybe we can study sometime?” 

“I’d like that,” You nodded, “Goodnight, Remus,” 

“Goodnight!” 

Remus came back into the common room and went to his little group of friends who were in their usual spot by the fire. Remus joined them, plopping down. 

“Where have you been mister?” James jokingly chidded, “It’s nearly past your bedtime,” 

“I was studying with Y/N in the library.” James and Sirius both made faces, Sirius going as far to pretend to gag. Remus’s face fell, “Can you lot knock it off?” 

“Sorry, mate, but it’s gross.” James shrugged, “She’s a Slyhterin, you have a massive crush on a bloody Slytherin.” Remus flushed. 

“It’s not massive,” 

“Ah-ha! So it is a crush!” James pumped his fist into the air, leaning back in his chair, “I knew it,” 

“He doesn’t hide it, making googly eyes at her all class,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Can’t you pick literally any other bird here? There’s some fit Hufflepuffs,” 

“You guys are just arseholes.” Remus got up with a huff, “And for your information, I plan on asking her to Hogsmeade this weekend, so get used to it,” And with that he retired to his dormroom, leaving his friends in his wake. 

The next potions class you had together, he was dead set on asking you to Hogsmeade. He almost asked you three times while you made your potion together but everytime he lost the nerve. Finally, as class was wrapping up he took a deep breath. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up from your stirring. 

“Do you have any plans for Hogsmeade this weekend?” Your hand paused, tilting your head as you glanced over at him with a small smile. 

“No, I don’t,” 

“Do you want to go? Together, I mean.” Remus shifted nervously under your gaze, but you kept smiling so he allowed himself to be hopeful. 

“Sure, that sounds nice!” 

“Really? Er, amazing, good, I can meet you at 11?” He offered and you nodded, going back to your stirring. 

“Perfect,”

[engie-ivy]

Written for @goodboylupin 's amazing idea of the RS Candy Hearts!

Remus is convinced that the boy brave enough to choose his own path will one day shine as bright as the star he was named after.

Shine Brite

The boy is wearing brand new, well-fitted robes. His buttons are neatly done and his tie has a straight knot in it. For now, the tie is black and white, but soon it will change into the colours of whatever House the boy ends up in. His hair ending just above his ears is neatly combed. He has a mischievous sparkle in his silverish eyes. To Remus, the boy looks perfect.

The boy looks at Remus questioningly, and Remus remembers that the boy had spoken. He looks around, but the boy really seems to have spoken to him.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

The boy chuckles. “I said that I can’t wait till the feast! They say the food at Hogwarts is the best.”

“Oh,” is Remus’ only reply. Somehow, he never considered the possibility of anyone wanting to talk to him. He grew up learning that he needed to stay away from other kids, being as dangerous as he is. Even though none of the kids here knows what he is, and pray to Merlin never will, he had kind of assumed they would just naturally want nothing to do with him. Now, he’s suddenly faced with the problem that he has no idea how social interactions work.

“I’m serious, by the way,” the boy says.

“Yes, I believe you!” Remus hastens to say.

The boy chuckles. “No, silly. I mean my name is Sirius.”

“Oh,” Remus says, ever so eloquently. He wracks his brain trying to come up with something else to say, but his mind seems blank.

“What’s your name?” Sirius asks.

Right. Of course. His own name. He really should’ve been able to come up with that himself. “I’m Remus,” he says. “Remus Lupin.”

“Well, Remus Remus Lupin, it’s nice to meet you.”

Remus opens his mouth to say that he’s really only one Remus, but the grin on Sirius’ face tells him that he’s only joking, so he grins himself as well.

“The sorting ceremony is about to start any minute now,” Sirius says, looking towards the podium where headmaster Dumbledore is making way for a strict looking witch who’s carrying a list. “I’m probably one of the first. You know, Black, alphabet.”

Remus notices that his grin has disappeared and he looks kind of uneasy. “Are you not looking forward to finding out what House you’re going to be in?”

Sirius’ face falls and he looks back at Remus, who’s already convinced that he’s said something stupid and ruined his one and only chance of ever making a friend and now will be alone for the rest of his time at Hogwarts.

“My whole family has always been in Slytherin,” Sirius mutters.

“And you’re worried that you won’t make Slytherin?” Remus asks.

“No,” Sirius says hesitantly. “I’m worried that I will make Slytherin.”

Running his hands through his hair (Remus immediately decides he likes it much better like this than the neatly combed version), Sirius lets out a nervous laugh. “That’s the first time I ever admitted that to myself. I mean, I joked about breaking with tradition on the train, but I never saw it as a serious option...”

Suddenly, Sirius violently shakes his head. “No, no, what am I saying? I can’t do that! I have to be in Slytherin! How will my family react if I’m not? No, even if the Sorting Hat decides differently, I’ll just have to beg until it puts me in Slytherin.”

Sirius gives a firm nod, but Remus sees that the sparkle has left his eyes.

“Sirius is the brightest star in the sky, isn’t it?” Remus asks.

Sirius gives him a surprised look. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

“Well,” Remus says, looking at Sirius intently. “If you ever want to shine as bright as your namesake, you’re going to have to start doing what you want!”

Sirius blinks at him a couple of times, then a soft smile spreads across his face.

“Black, Sirius!” A voice shouts.

Sirius sets his shoulders and holds his head high, and as he walks up to the podium, he appears all confidence and determination.

As the Sorting Head shouts “Gryffindor!” and Sirius goes to the table underneath the red and golden banners without hesitation, Remus thinks that he’s probably the bravest person he has ever met. He smiles to himself.

Shine bright, my star.

The boy is wearing ripped muggle jeans. His shirt is untucked and slightly too many buttons are undone. Remus believes he hasn’t seen his tie in over two years. The boy’s hair is hanging loose over his shoulders, coming almost to his waist, and it looks slightly windswept due to the breeze coming through the open window. He has a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, looking even more like silver in the moonlight. To Remus, the boy still looks perfect.

The boy looks at him questioningly, and Remus remembers that the boy had asked him a question.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Sirius chuckles. “Where’s your head at, Moony? I asked if you’re all packed for going home tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Remus replies. “James’ tactic of just throwing everything in your trunk is starting to rub off on me.”

Sirius laughs, but it doesn’t reach his eyes as he turns back to the open window to stare at the night sky.

“You okay?” Remus asks.

“I’m going to tell them this summer,” Sirius says. “This summer, I’m going to tell them I will never follow this so-called Dark Lord of them, I’m going to tell them I don’t agree with their pureblood supremacy beliefs, and nothing they say or do will ever change my mind, and I’m going to ask them to stop trying to force their ideals on me. Hopefully, that’ll be the end of it.”

Sirius looks nervous, which is a rare sight. Remus wishes he was brave enough to take his hand.

“That’s good,” Remus whispers. “That’s... I’m proud of you.”

Sirius gives him a soft smile. “Well, a little boy once told me that if I ever want to shine as bright as my namesake, I’m going to have to start doing what I want.”

Remus laughs. “And that little boy still stands by that!”

Suddenly, Sirius leans forward and presses his lips against Remus’. It’s short, but soft and sweet and it sends shivers throughout Remus’ entire body.

“Goodnight, Moony,” Sirius whispers, while Remus is staring at him with wide eyes.

Sirius turns around and walks back to their dorm, leaving a completely dazed Remus behind.

Remus slowly lifts up his hand and touches his lips with the tip of his finger. Still feeling the ghost of Sirius’ lips on his, Remus thinks that he’s definitely the bravest person he has ever met. He smiles to himself.

Shine bright, my star.

[burberryfaerie]

HC : If Tonks had a younger sibling : Part 1.

gryffindor female reader!

Fandom : Harry Potter

Warnings : angst?? , swearing?

A/N : I know this is quite long, that's my first time writing a headcannon, hope y'all enjoy!

That's not my best, but let's give it a try.

Let's start off by saying that 6 years old Dora would be absolutely flabbergasted with the thought of having a younger sister.

You're born and Dora carries you in her so-not-little arms.

Her hair turns pink and so does yours.

but she can't help but being jealous since your parents are spending more time taking care of you.

Over the years, you always looked up to Dora, I mean, she's fantastic.

You bawling your eyes out when she leaves on the hogwarts express for her first year at hogwarts.

Grinning at the letters she sends you telling you about how she morphed into Snape and took points from slytherin.

Fast forward 6 years later you get your hogwarts letter.

Bumping into the Malfoys who mercilessly mock the family but manage to make fun of them behind their backs.

Realizing that Dora is no longer interested in you because she has alot of friends.

Searching in the compartments until you bump into Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

You three instantly become friends.

Getting sorted into Gryffindor (Main Character Energy lmaoo).

Your hair changes into red.

Dora being absolutely proud of you.

Writing to your mother asking her to make extra special cookies for Harry.

Later this year, a bushy haired Hermione Granger befriending you, Ron and Harry after an unlikely encounter with a mountain troll.

Saving the philosopher's stone at the end of this year and earning house points.

Dora tears up and pulls you into a hug telling you how proud she is.

“I'm so proud of you.”

Ranting about the event all summer to your family.

Next year you go to hogwarts without Dora.

You're completely devastated.

“But you have us.” Ron reassures you.

Going to school with a flying car and almost dying.

Secretly thinking this is the coolest thing you'd ever do.

Andromeda sending you a howler telling you how disappointed she is.

“At least I'll have good stories for my grandchildren.” you grin

Dora sending you a letter gushing about how she'd die to do this.

“Literally you and your friends are bloody wicked.”

Morphing into Gilderoy Lockhart and mimicking him with Fred and George late in the common room.

The chamber of secrets has been opened.

Not being scared but you're anxious.

Malfoy calls Hermione a mudblood.

Standing up to your friend and slapping him on the face.

Ron casts an unsuccessful spell on Malfoy that backfires on him.

You helping him up and making sure you bump Malfoy's shoulder.

Muggleborns are being petrified.

Morphing into Pansy Parkinson so you'd interrogate Malfoy about the chamber of secrets.

Standing up for Harry whenever someone mocks him or blames him for the muggleborns who are being petrified.

“Shove off before I kick your arse.”

Saving Ginny after being dragged to the chamber of secrets.

Earning special services awards this year.

Murder on the loose.

Seeing a big black dog in your backyard.

Andromeda ushers you away before she whispers something to the dog.

The dog runs away.

“Wasn't he a gryffindor mum?”

“Yes dear, but not all gryffindors are good”

“But he ran away from the family”

“He betrayed me”

Dora is still in auror training.

You rarely see her.

You write letters that she doesn't always return.

But no matter what, she's still in your heart.

The dementor on the train revives memories of last year.

Your hair turns white from pure fear.

Professor Lupin being the best DADA teacher you've ever had.

Your boggart is a woman that resembles your mother alot, but she's nothing like her.

Your heart sinking when Bellatrix Lestrange steps out of the wardrobe.

“She vowed to murder all of us.” your mother's voice rings in your ears.

“who the hell are the marauders?”

“We don't know, but we owe them alot.”

Wanting to use the marauders map for pranks.

Hermione disapproves.

“You'll get yourself into endless trouble.”

Hermione motherfucking Granger slaps Malfoy, yes please.

“THAT'S MY GIRL!” you cheer

Buckbeak is getting executed.

The dog reappears but drags Ron to the whomping willow.

Guess what? sirius-motherfucking-black is here bitches.

Absolutely terrified but standing stiffly.

And Lupin too??????

“Well well dear cousin, Andy's beautiful child.”

“You're no cousin of mine, and don't you dare speak my mother's name!”

Uncovering the truth.

He's a good man.

He's innocent and went through alot.

It's all the rat's fault.

Lupin's a werewolf.

He almost murders you.

Turning the clock back to save the prisoner.

He's free.

He wants you and your family to live with him.

Lupin's leaving.

Still no sign of Dora.

Quidditch world cup here we go.

“shit that's diggory”

head over heels for him.

you knew him before but you never noticed how handsome he was.

Ireland for the win!

chaos erupts.

you can't find your friends.

you can't find your wand.

a death eater is right infront of you.

you're pushed aside.

“Stupefy” the familiar sound says.

it's Cedric.

He saved you.

“You okay?”

“I think I am”

Triwizard tournament?

“Wait, so there are OTHER SCHOOLS?”

“beauxbatons students are so stuck up. ”

“wait, is that MOTHERFUCKING VIKTOR KRUM?”

Cedric puts his name in the goblet.

Fred and George TRY to but they fail miserably.

Viktor Krum, champion of durmstrang.

Fleur Delacour, champion of beauxbatons.

“The hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory.”

You taken aback by his heart-warming smile.

“Yay, seems like an amazing year.”

“Harry Potter”

“Not”

Being worried for both Harry and Cedric in the first task.

Yule ball is coming up.

“I'm too clumsy to dance..”

“Viktor asked me to the ball.Why would he ask me?”

“C'mon 'Mione, you're absolutely gorgeous. ”

“D-do you want to go to the ball with me? As friends of course”

“Abso-freaking-loutely Cedric!”

Looking absolutely breathtaking that night.

Writing to Dora about it.

Hoping she'll somewhat reply.

“HE TOOK YOU TO THE YULE BALL?? I SHIP IT. ”

she replies.

tears of joy in your eyes.

Being Cedric's treasure in the second task.

him can't take his eyes off you after.

“I'm so sorry, so, so sorry you had to be put in this situation.”

Skeeter writing about your 'secret' relationship with Diggory.

Third task is here.

Giving Harry a big hug.

Kissing Cedric on the cheek before he enters the maze.

They're back.

Something's wrong.

Harry and Cedric are crying so hard.

“H-he's b-back, I s-saw him.”

“Shhhh, it's alright you're home.”

You don't question Cedric nor Harry about what they saw.

“Who the hell agreed to host this.”

Unfortunately, not everyone believes them.

Voldemort is back. Your family is in danger.

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Yes yes yes to all of the things you just reblogged about tiktok and atyd. I've been in the fandom since the terms used where slash and lemon. So a while. I don't know if it because lots of new fans are really young (I'm talking 13-15 years old. Literal children) but I've been the one who now feels "uncomfy" in the fandom because well, I like complex, raw and real portray of characters and not versions reduced (by the readers) to a bunch of bullet points taken religiously. Where everything else is sin™. And it's not even about atyd or its author really (who shockingly, left the fandom. I reaaally wondered why) bc their other r/s fic is bloody great (it's a hairdresser/band Au. Highly recommend) but it's mature and I'm pretty sure would be considered really problematic by the same people (especially the bits about Remus past). I'm seeing a trend in this fandom that I absolutely do no like. Atyd is a fanfiction. Nothing more. Everyone has their hc. And if you are a child do not consume media that's not made for you. Fanfic authors are not responsible for your inability to read tags. If they want to write pwp (with or without the plot) and you feel uncomfy bc you are a child and description of sex should make you uncomfortable DON'T READ IT. If you are 14 your understanding of adults is not complete, because you aren't one. You can't know. But if I, an adult, wants to write a lie low at lupins where two other adults take out their frustration by having angry sex after a shouting match of insults and low blows well, Im bloody hell writing it and won't be made feel bad about it.

sugar pop!!! this entire rant is LEGIT SO FUCKING ON POINT!!! truly ✨sexy as fuck✨ and i LOVE IT!!!

ok so first off THIS POST by @eyra is just amazing and that angel is so much more eloquent and so much smarter and more precise than I could ever be so if you have not read that, plz do so immediately!!

but off to give my too sense khdujfdykhfjjgh

I think you were specifically talking about my tags about how I was just indifferent about ATYD and then began actively disliking it because of the fucking TikTok feed! Like literally, folks began using ATYD as a replacement in tags for like marauders and shit, and that was INSANE to me!! And like this is absolutely no hate to the author because I’m sure they are lovely, and they should obviously be so fucking proud of what they wrote and how huge it is, but JFC I hate it when folks find one FIC to latch onto and pretend this is the end all be all for FICs written for marauders era, this was way before my time, but I’ve been told countless times over that this was basically what happened when The Shoebox Project came out, and it’s just maddening to me!! Like ppl taking characterizations from a specific FIC and pretending this is the holy grail, only valid thing??? Like fuck off, no! And it’s also pretty obvious, and I’m sure the author wouldn’t be insulted by this, but ATYD feels very inspired by the movie versions of the marauders we got, and I just simply don’t vibe with those sort of personifications rip.

But this expounds further, like you highlighted in your ask.

TIKTOK COMMENTARY IS SO FUCKING BLACK AND WHITE AND IT MAKES ME INSANE!!!! It feels so ingenuous and phony, and like so many of these folks are in some sort of “woke olympics” or some shit. And listen, this has nothing to do with fucking representation so don’t bring that into my inbox. I’m literally a neurodivergent, pansexual, brown girl— Trust and believe I love all different representation e get and absolutely crave it to a tee. The problem comes when folks begin vilifying others for “problematic” things they write, as if topics like such haven’t been written FOR CENTURIES! and haven’t been explored countless times in traditional media, so yes, Fanfic can both be a valid form of media while also being just a way for some people to get out some practice or whatever the fuck else. Also you don’t know what the fuck trauma people have been through, and I know if I wrote about my experiences, I absolutely will not be validating them by giving you guys my sorted history or what the fuck else, that shit is for me and my future therapist lmfao.

I think we all have no gos, and I think we all know the large ones that I personally am thinking of, so I won’t name them here, but like I’m not going to go into someones comments section or their Tumblr inbox and yell at them for it, hell, I probably won’t even subtweet about it unless it’s mad vague, I keep that shit in the DMs, like a fucking decent human being— and this does not include a server of 100s of folks, becs that’s still shitty, and I know as a Admin for my own server, I’ve had to scold folks for shit talking certain FICs in RWRB and told them to keep it in the DMs, even if I agree completely with what they’re saying. 

However, I’ll include the caveat that it’s really, really important to listen to people in those actual communities, like queer folk or people of color, who find portrayals problematic. Like they absolutely do not owe it to us to speak their minds, but when they do, we HAVE TO LISTEN. But I’m going on a tangent, I think my main point here is that…

NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU!!! 

That’s the flat out truth, and if shit like toxic relationships or sexual writings, or whatever the fuck else isn’t your cup of  tea, yuh mood. Hell, we probably agree, but why are you out here making a TikTok scolding this characterization or trope or whatever??? As if a majority of us aren’t above 18 and like writing and reading about sex BECAUSE THAT’S A PART OF ADULT LIFE— unless of course you are on the Ace spectrum, then you of course are completely valid for not caring for it.

Just, listen . AO3 is miraculous for a lot of things, but their tagging system is absolutely fucking incredible. Folks are out there giving their entire triggers list in the tags, and in the rating, and if not, I will bet my bottom dollar that they talk about it in the Notes section before the FIC, so it’s on you to fucking read it and understand what your getting into. The only responsibility a writer has is to warn you in those sections, LEGIT THAT’S ALL THEY HAVE TO DO!! And like listen, when I was a wee ten year old trying to read FIC, I was stuck with fucking FF net and read shit I definitely shouldn’t have been reading becs I wasn’t lucky enough to have AO3 and all of the ways it protects and warns minors. 

Okay, I’m not sure where exactly I’m going with this, but this was a good way to let off some steam tbh lakfsdjlkgjaeoighklsdg so thank you Nonny!!!

And if you write this angry sex LLAL FIC PLEASE FUCKING HIT ME  UP!!! That’s the shit my angst ridden mind loves to see!!! This is why first war era is my absolute favorite thing! Because we can still get these moments of fluff and light heartedness, amidst all the mistrust and pain and the way that a heart wrenching sort of love spills across all of it, ugh it’s so good!!! Awful for my emotions, but SO FUCKING GOOD!!! bahahaha 

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Guarding the Gates, Chapter 10: A Question of Legacy

Cover art by the amazing @the-dream-team!

“I’m surprised you came.” Regulus says as he turns back to observe the ducks. 

“I am too.” Sirius replies. “Though, if you could get on with it, I do have things to do today.” Sirius hates how easily his voice slips back into the cadence his family had beaten into him growing up but sounding like a detached aristocrat was usually the best course of action for conversations like these. 

Regulus hums lightly. “Carrying out Dumbledore’s bidding, I presume?”

Sirius rolls his eyes in exasperation. “What is it you called me here for? It isn’t to kill me because we both know you don’t have the stomach for that. Did your master want to send a message, then?”

Regulus gives an incredulous laugh as he turns to face his brother fully. “You think you’re important enough to receive a message from the Dark Lord?”

“Surely, I’ve taken down enough of his followers to have caught his attention by now.” Sirius makes a show of idly scanning the crossword.

“Enough for him to wonder why you’re turning your back on the people of our birth and the legacy of our house, perhaps.” Regulus brushes an invisible piece of lint from his sleeve. “But no, I’m here on my own accord.”

“And the purpose is?”

“My purpose is to discover why you always insist on playing for the losing side.” Regulus says. It surprises Sirius to realize how well he still knows his brother. He recognized the slight hitch in his voice. Others may have thought Regulus was taunting him, but it isn’t a taunt in his voice. It’s concern.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me? Mother and father will be apoplectic when they find out.” 

“Yes, because you have shunned everything they wanted for you!” Regulus grips the back of the bench tightly before dropping his head in frustration.

“What they wanted for me? Pureblood fanaticism, inbreeding, and a penchant for dark magic? I’ll pass on that if you don’t mind.” Sirius tucks his newspaper into his jacket pocket and begins to stand. “Well, if that’s all—”

“Legacy, Sirius.” Regulus cuts in through bared teeth. “Does that mean nothing to you?”

“What in our legacy do we have to be proud of, Regulus?” Sirius barks out. “The only things worth mentioning are things our parents despise. I only learned those things  because  they despised them.”

“Our parents wanted so much for you.” Regulus shakes his head in exasperation. “The named you after the brightest star in the night sky—”

“Here we go again with this bollocks—”

“They placed their hopes for our family’s legacy on you. And you have treated it with scorn since the very beginning.” Regulus says. “And spending all of your time with Potter has only made it worse.”

“I treated it with scorn because that’s what any decent person would have done, Regulus. I’d tell you to try it sometime, but you love taking up the mantle I left behind, don’t you?” Sirius says it sarcastically, but something clicks in his mind as soon as the words leave his mouth. He whips his head back to Regulus. “You don’t.” 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Regulus says dismissively, but Sirius knows better.

“Mummy and Daddy’s expectations are weighing on you more than you’d care to admit.” Sirius says as he walks closer to his brother. “Their hopes and dreams suddenly feel like burdens to you, too, don’t they?”

Regulus doesn’t answer. He just stares across the park as a means of avoiding eye contact with Sirius. Sirius takes a deep breath and takes another step closer.

“You don’t have to fight for him just because they tell you to.” he says. 

“What, you want me to come to the losing side? You want me to believe that your friends will welcome a Death Eater into the ranks?” Regulus shakes his head and laughs in disbelief.

“Who said we’re losing?”

“The people that keep deciding the terms of the fighting.”

The two brothers stared at each other defiantly, though neither of them knew quite why. It was a posture they had adopted once Sirius had moved out at 16, one that made little sense then and made even less now.

“It seems as if we disagree on who is losing.” Sirius says before giving Regulus a questioning glance. “Is that the only reason you joined them, then? Self-preservation and our parents’ expectations?”

“I couldn’t care less about power, Sirius.” Regulus waves a hand dismissively at the thought. “What else is there besides self-preservation and our family’s legacy?”

“Deciding to do the right thing.”

“The concepts of right and wrong always were so black and white with you. Until the day you found yourself in the grey area.”

Sirius clenches his fist and just barely refrains from punching Regulus, though he desperately wants to. “We have a chance to make sure our family’s legacy includes being on the right side of this.” He says through gritted teeth before sighing and running a hand roughly over his mouth. “Look, Reg, come with me to Dumbledore. He can keep you protected, and you can see what life is like when you aren’t being forced into things you know are bollocks. You don’t have to keep doing our parents’ bidding.”

“You’re willing to die behind this…this folly?” Regulus asks quietly. 

“Yes.” Sirius says simply. For a moment, he thinks he may have won Regulus over. But then he sees his brother’s eyes glaze over into the aloof unbotheredness that was the Black family’s emotional default—when they weren’t deranged and sadistic like Bellatrix or Walburga. 

They stand there for a while in silence before Regulus takes a step backward.

“Be careful, Brother.” Regulus says. Sirius shakes his head and begins to stalk away when Regulus calls out to him. “I’m surprised you haven’t changed your last name to ‘Potter’ considering how much you’ve taken to acting like them.”

Sirius stops to turn to Regulus once more and laughs in spite of himself. “And miss out on the opportunity to piss off Mother and Father by dragging the family name through the mud? Never.”

   The War was becoming more tense by the day. There were more Death Eater attacks of muggle villages, more disappearances, more suspicions of Ministry officials being under the Imperius Curse. The Order of the Phoenix was often tired, and there had been several close calls, but their resolve remained. 

Despite the dark cloud hovering over the wizarding world, or maybe because of it, many young couples were cutting their engagements short, choosing to get married quickly because they saw every day just how short life could be. People the Marauders, Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, and Mary knew from school joined in the fray. Henry MacMillan and Aurora Gade married just two months after getting engaged. Penelope Parkin and Ian Abbot married after just two months of dating. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Alice and Frank announced after an Order meeting that they would be doing the same. They’d held hands while making the announcement, exchanging looks that were equal parts adoring, frightened, and resolved. It was new for many of the Order to see them like that. It was no secret that the two had been dating, and in the rare instances when they all gathered to let down their collective hair, the couple looked as smitten and loving any other young couple looked. But in Order meetings, they were fighters, Aurors on a secret mission flying below the Ministry’s radar. To see them this way was a rare glimpse of their private selves, the ones they reserved only for each other.

When Dorcas made a statement about it being swoon-worthy a little too casually, Lily knew her friend was refraining from letting her eyes drift over to Remus Lupin. Lily couldn’t really say for sure, though, because she had been too busy trying not to let hers drift over to the man standing next to him. Lily was happy for Frank and Alice, and she loved that they had found love in each other in ways that worked for them. A part of her wishes she felt that it was something she could have for herself, but how could she risk that now? As a muggle-born? As a member of a resistance group operating outside the confines of the law? As someone who had seen how love can be used to break people in ways that still haunt her nightmares?

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Praised be writer’s block | Young!Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: in the midst of an upcoming war and worries about the future, (Y/N) bonds with an unexpected person, golden boy from gryffindor house himself.

WORD COUNT: 3,000, more or less…

A/N: this is my first time doing this, so if you have any suggestions please let me know! also, if you can, reblog so it can reach more people, it’ll help me a lot.

All of this wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for @peeves-a-legend​, which btw is an amazing writer. I can’t thank you enough!

Masterlist.

The gif below is not mine, credits to the original maker. And yes, I see robert sean leonard as a young!remus, but you can imagine whoever you want.

In one of the few sunny and warm mornings left of the season, (Y/N)’s mother had dragged her to Diagon Alley to buy her school’s supplies. The term for her sixth year was about ten days away from starting and going there didn’t thrill her anymore. She had retarded the visit as long as her mother’s patience lasted (which wasn’t a lot considering the woman had belonged to Hufflepuff), and no one had been succesfull on finding the reason, althought her mum suspected it. 

(Y/N) hadn’t felt the rush of excitement run through her body in a long time when she thought about going back to Hogwarts, and buying supplies meant she was only a step closer. Her first two years were more than she could ever ask for, but everything came crashing down on her at the young age of thirteen. 

(Y/N) had started to notice the repulsive look on people’s faces whenever she tried to help them, all looking down at her green robes as if she had grown a third arm or a second head overnight. She realised, with now a heavy weight on her heart and a new insecurity over her mind, that not all Hufflepuffs were kind and inviting. Maybe, she supposed, they were too proud to accept help from anyone else. 

Or perhaps, (Y/N) was too naive to think she could defy centuries of old stereotypes and unhealthy competitions while wearing a green and silver tie.

But the rude comments and weird stares had not affected her in such a long time. She didn’t show them how angry she got about those and how much she wanted to scream at those Gryffindors to get over themselves, because if she did, she was proving their point. All snakes, young or old, end up being violent creatures. Instead, a new feeling of uneasiness had settled in her mind, washing away her minor problems.

Peace no longer reigned over the Wizarding World. Rumors of a war were spreading like wildfire. Voldemort’s ranks got bigger and bigger with the passing time, and more muggle families and muggleborns were being wiped out, like they meant nothing. In those dark times, not having magic or being from a family with the wrong kind of ancestors, could determine your doom. 

In her case, she wasn’t at the top of the Dark Eater’s food chain as a halfblood, but that didn’t ease her nerves. She was more worried about her father, a muggleborn, her grandparents and several other friends. Many of their families wanted to go into hiding and she knew that this year and the others to come, Hogwarts wouldn’t be so magical.

Once they passed through the brick wall at the Leaky Cauldron,  their first stop was the Apothecary, which (Y/N) had refused to enter because of the disgusting smell of bad eggs and something more repulsive she didn’t identify. Instead, she decided to visit Quality Quidditch Supplies. It’s not like she played the sport, Merlin knows how awful she was at throwing or hitting things, and playing as Seeker was not an option. But she always attended the matches, channelling every single piece of energy her body had onto cheering for Slytherin’s team. 

(Y/N) made her way to one of the corners of the shop, wanting to see the newest Quidditch gloves her best friend had talked about so much in her letters. Maybe she could get her a new pair for her birthday, so she could start the season with brand new gloves. But looking at the price, she realized a cheappier gift would have to do. Her family wasn’t the richest and she knew her parents were struggling with money lately.

“Expensive, aren’t they?,” asked a voice from behind her. She turned around, one of the gloves still on her right hand, and noticed that the voice belonged to no other than Remus Lupin. She was lying to herself if she said he wasn’t good looking. Those dark brown eyes and soft hair had gotten to her when they were in their fourth year. (Y/N) had spent weeks, maybe even months, crushing on him and, of course, annoying her friends to no end about how perfect he was and how he was one of the few decent members of the lion house. But she never tried anything, she had a long list of excuses that, maybe, exceeded the many numerous reasons why she liked the Gryffindor so much.

“Definitely,” (Y/N) finally answered with a grimace in her face, “I thought I could get a pair for my best friend’s birthday since she’s a Chaser, but I’m not so sure now”.

Remus offered her a small smile and muttered something about how her best friend would appreciate anything she would give her. After that, neither of them said anything and only the noise of other people’s chattering could be heard. She looked around the store, trying to think about something that would lead to more talk, while Remus put his hands in his jeans’s pockets and changed the weight of his body to his left leg. 

A few more seconds passed and (Y/N), not tolerating the awkward atmosphere anymore, was the one to initiate the conversation this time.

“So, um, Remus, are you, um, planning on joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team? Since, you know, you are… here”. 

Merlin, her sister was right, she did need to start socialising more.

“Oh no, not a chance,” he answered letting a snicker escape his lips. (Y/N)’s mouth turned into a little smile because of the sound, not noticing at first. “I’m just here because of James and Sirius, they wanted to see some new brooms that came out this…”.

Remus words were interrupted by the same people he’d just mentioned. James Potter and Sirius Black, the most known students at Hogwarts, were walking towards them. (Y/N) tried to put on a neutral face, not showing her true thoughts on the two boys.

It wasn’t that she hated them. At some point, she had found her pranks on those horrible Slytherins funny, but after last year her opinion on them changed drastically. It appeared to be that they couldn’t distinguish who were the “good” Slytherins therefore they’d just played cruel jokes on every single member of the house. Or maybe, they didn’t think Slytherins could be nice and decent people, so all of them deserved to be made fun of.

“REMUS!,” they both shouted at the same time. Almost everyone in the shop turned to see them, and as (Y/N) moved uncomfortable with a scowled look because of the new, and unwanted attention, she wondered why they had to be so bloody loud all the time. “We were looking for you, but it seems you have found some company”.

Remus’s cheeks changed to a soft crimson after Sirius’s comment.

“Careful now, Rem, snakes tend to bite and some of them are poisonous.” James’s eyes shined with mischief as he spoke.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at that, but instead of keeping quiet as she normally would, she responded to Potter’s remark, surprising the others and herself in the process.

“Excellent observation, James. Now, how much time did it take you to come up with that and for how long you’ve been wanting to use it? Perhaps, it was after that particular Quidditch match where Slytherin shredded you into pieces ”. 

His face no longer showed a fun expression, but, in it’s place, was a face with narrowed eyes trying to hide the fact he had been caught. (Y/N) smiled at that, she was not this kind of person but it was good to see Potter embarrassed after he had humiliated her in front of half the school just a few months ago. She knew Sirius wanted to say something to save his friend, but as his mouth was starting to open to spill some sarcastic or stupid comment about her house, Remus stepped in.

“Sirius, don’t say anything, just leave her alone,” he began, giving the pair a pointed look with his eyebrows raised, “we were only talking, there’s no need to start acting as if she’s going to bite my head off”.

Dumb and Dumber, as one her Slytherin friends liked to called them, stared at Remus like he had transformed into a Hipogriff. (Y/N), as surprised as she was, glanced at him with a confused, yet somehow grateful, look on her face.  In return, he smiled at her and grabbed his friends from the shoulders, making them walk towards the door while mentioning something about having to meet up with Peter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. 

Before reaching the door, Remus turned around, let go of Sirius for a moment and waved at her with a grin, one that made her cheeks blushed and her stomach flipped.

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It had been months since the interaction between her and Remus, plus James and Sirius. A small smile and a certain glow in her eyes stayed present on her face for the rest of the trip to Diagon Alley with her mother, who had not missed the sudden shift in her daughter’s appearance.

She hadn’t talked much with him again (only a few more times because of their prefect meetings), but the little interactions between them remained. Like the gentle and kind smiles they would send to each other while walking in the school grounds and greetings from afar with a short wave of the hand.

Winter break was just around the corner when they met again. Both wrapped around heavy coats, gloves and scarfs protecting them from the cold wind and the freezing fog. (Y/N) would have been pissed about her feet getting wet from the snow if it wasn’t for the outstanding landscape it created. A pure scenery, grounds and trees and roofs of the castle covered in white, in such terrible and corrupted times. 

“Lovely, huh?,” he mouthed. 

What is it with this boy and sneaking up on people?

(Y/N) nodded, still unable to tear her eyes from the view. When she finally did, she became aware of how close they were, elbows almost touching. Releasing a shaky breath, that quickly changed into what it looked like fog, (Y/N) peered at him. The end of his nose was red, matching his cheeks, while his lips were pale and dry from the weather. It was an adorable sight, perhaps even more worthy of her attention than the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“What makes you go to Hogsmeade on this particular frosty afternoon, (Y/N)?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Remus,” she exclaimed, the corners of her mouth quirking up as she mentioned his name, “but, if you really like to know, I’m heading there because I forgot about some Christmas’s presents. What about you?”

Without perceiving it, they had both started to walk towards the small town, making their way through the layers of snow. 

“I just, um, wanted to visit Hogsmeade one last time before, you know, going home.” For a moment, (Y/N) had the idea of hearing some kind of hesitation while he spoke, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of what he was saying. 

This time, (Y/N) would not let the conversation turn awkward so rapidly, after all this was her chance of having an actual opportunity with Remus. So she swallowed the majority of her nerves, which were quite a lot, and planted a smile on her face. But before the words could come out of her mouth, Remus himself had beat her.

“Would you like to come to the Three Broomsticks with me?,” he questioned. 

It took her a few seconds to understand what he had asked because of how rushed he’d spoken. Her eyes widened at the notion of going on a date with him. Was it even a date? A small voice wondered inside her head. Ignoring it, she replied with a short yes. His entire demeanour immediately transformed. Remus’s eyes didn’t hold too much worry now and a large smile decorated his face. 

The trip to the popular pub was shorter than it normally was, but (Y/N) guessed that had been for how much she and Remus talked while walking to the town. When they arrived, the warm and cozy ambient, although a bit smoky and crowded, received them like a bright lamp post in the middle of nowhere pointing out the pathway. Even if (Y/N) loved winter and snow, a hot butterbeer didn’t seem too bad after being exposed to the cold wind.

Sitting down at one of the tables from the right corner of the shop, right next to a large window and giving the back to one of the walls, she could see the entire place. But her eyes were now glued to the Gryffindor seated in front of her, who was trying not to look like he was going to pass out from the nerves of having a date (was it a date?) with the most gorgeous girl in Hogwarts, maybe even the whole world.

They passed the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other, chatting regarding the things they loved and hated from Hogwarts; complaining about professors and the amount of homework they sent; laughing because of some ridiculous story told by Remus (he swore his breath got caught in his lungs as he watched her throwing her head back while letting out a loud laugh, eyes shining with happiness and not caring, for the first time, about the looks from the people in the place). They discussed their favourite muggle authors, the most amazing films that had ever been made and their dreams after finishing their education. 

(Y/N) had felt herself falling all over again for him while watching him talk about how much he’d loved being a professor and being there for his students. The passion and shine in his eyes rivaled even the brightest star in the night sky. 

And Remus had seen the same expression in her face when she talked about becoming a known writer in both the muggle and wizarding world. Despite her excitement, he recognised something else in her eyes, perhaps uncertainty or even sadness. When he asked about it, (Y/N) confided in him the fact she was scared about trying it.

“What if it’s a waste of time? What I’m supposed to write about?”

“It won’t be a waste of your time if it makes you happy,” he reassured her, “and the ideas will come to you, don’t worry. You can even write about us.” (Y/N)’s eyes quickly made their way into his after hearing that. “I mean, about this part of our world”. She couldn’t help but feel quite disappointed. 

“Wouldn’t I be violating the Statute of Secrecy?”

Remus raised his shoulders a little as he pressed his lips together, clearly trying to stop a smile from forming in his face. 

“It’s not like the Ministry is going to find out,” he whispered, so only (Y/N) could be able to listen to him, “ who’s going to tell them about it? Me?”

A scoff left her mouth and she rolled her eyes playfully at him. Was this really happening? Remus Lupin, the boy she had a crush on in her fourth year, sitting in front of her, encouraging her to follow her dreams.

“Is the Golden Boy and Prefect of Gryffindor House actually saying that I should just break an International Law?” she joked while shaking her head in disbelief, “McGonagall would be so heart broken”.

Now it was his time to roll his eyes. Directing a smirk at her, he leaned back in his chair, more relaxed and with a new light glowing around him.

“Look, I would love to write about this world. But ambition is not the only trait that got me in Slytherin,” (Y/N) declared. She beamed when he furrowed his brows together in confusion, getting closer to the table and placing his elbows on top of it. “Violating that Law is having a death wish and self preservation is one of my top priorities”.

“I can’t help but agree to that”.

The hours kept running and people began to leave the pub, but not them. They had stayed until the owner told the teenagers he was closing. Not (Y/N) nor Remus had noticed where the time had gone. Quickly, they collected all of their belongings and left the establishment in a hurry. (Y/N) didn’t want to think about the punishment they’d received if they were caught.

Fortunately, they made it to the castle in one piece. Once they were a few meters away from the entrance, they started to laugh. None of them knew why, it just seemed like a good time to do it.

“What happened to you and your advice of breaking the rules?” (Y/N) said in the middle of a laugh.

“I hope this doesn’t become a tradition, Mr. Lupin, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a stern female voice said in front of them. Professor McGonagall was standing gracefully in front of the door, her arms crossed over her chest and a furious expression implanted in her face.

Remus and (Y/N) looked at each other, the same thought running through their minds. They were so screwed.

|||

December 25th.

Dear (Y/N):

I’m sending this letter to wish you a Merry Christmas and a great New Year, even though it’s not the 31st yet, but well… that doesn’t really matter right now.

I remembered you talking about how much you wanted to read more classics, and I couldn’t help myself. Inside the box, you will find Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, and Wuthering Heights, by some other lovely woman named Emily Brontë. I’m not so sure about why you would enjoy them as much as I did, but maybe they’ll inspire you on your journey of becoming a writer. It won’t hurt visiting new worlds to fill your mind with ideas.

Also, and I hope this doesn’t bother you, the books are not brand new. They were read by me and have some marks on the pages, but I don’t like giving new books as gifts. I think that if they were used, they are even more special and hold more value.

Can’t wait to see you once the break is over.

Sincerely, Remus John Lupin.

|||

The grin on her face never abandoned her after reading Remus’s letter and opening the silver paper with golden stars all over it, in which he had wrapped the two books he had mentioned. In fact, it lingered on her for the rest of the day, accompanied with a special and renovated brightness in her eyes.  

Before letting the owl return back to its owner, (Y/N) gave her some food and water, and when it was ready, she attached a small box with red paper on the exterior and a green bow at the top. She had also prepared a gift for him, even if it wasn’t that meaningful (at least, that was what she thought). (Y/N) only hoped he would enjoy the chocolate stash, full with different muggle and wizarding ones she had thought he could try, while the owl stepped away from her windowsill.

Around eight p.m, she finally went to bed and despite spending the day interacting with her family, (thing that tired her out pretty quickly), (Y/N) was more awake than ever before. Laying down on her bed with a cup of tea and an old blanket that had once belonged to her sister, covering her legs, she grabbed one of the books Remus gifted her, ready to dwell in Mary Shelley’s world. 

[m00nycore]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 . 𝒐𝒏𝒆 . 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 .

ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒?

[𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡]

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑐

𝑡/𝑤 : 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ;; @dreaming-about-fanfictions @thesweethufflepuff

“he looks so like james! i mean, remus, can you believe it?! his eyes are exactly the same, just like lily’s! you talked to him on the train, you saved him—what is he like?”

and remus smiled at her, shaking his head. he hadn’t seen lucy this happy in years—and it was as if they were young again, as if the horror had never happened.

she had fiercely loved harry since he was born. all she had wanted since lily and james passed was to be able to take him in. harry gave her hope.

“exactly as you would expect him to be, and that was only at the first impression,” he was leaned against the desk in his new office, and lucy had insisted on helping him unpack.

remus had almost forgotten she had dimples.

“i will never forgive albus for not letting me take him in, moony—“ she cut herself off, quickly, very quickly, almost as if she were scared.

and lucy potter was scared.

she never used their old names. not until dumbledore dubbed her professor vulpes—and that wasn’t her, it wasn’t. she was playing a part.

but remus lupin smiled and it just about broke her heart.

“vulpes,” he said it warmly, as if greeting an old friend. in some ways, he reckoned, he was.

“moony,” she repeated. lucy potter was reminded about what it felt like to be young.

to new beginnings, he thought to himself, as he sipped his hot chocolate.

it was the first day of term, the first time that the third year students filed in the room—and lucy potter was almost scared to see him. harry potter: the only other potter in the school—the only other potter left.

the first few lessons went smoothly, and remus was, amazing, she thought. absolutely amazing.

harry walked in, looking skeptical, accompanied by a ginger-haired boy—a weasley, she knew it.

the potters loved their gingers, didn’t they?

harry’s eyes scanned the room and stopped at his aunt, who smiled.

she wanted nothing more than to run up, to hug him tightly, to cry. she wanted to apologize for not being able to take him in, she needed to know if he could ever forgive her.

harry deserved to know everything about his parents. harry deserved to know remus, to know her, as well.

sometimes lucy liked to think that she deserved to know him, too.

the wardrobe that she and remus had pulled out began to shake, and she saw a few of the students step back, eyes wide, some faces paling.

rising from her place, she walked forward, giving a little wave as she stood beside remus.

“welcome,” remus began, nodding at the crowd. “i am professor lupin—it is very nice to meet you all.”

“i’m professor vulpes,” she added. the name still sounded foreign on her tongue. “lovely to meet you!”

the cabinet shook once more.

“ah, i suppose that’s our cue to begin the lesson, yes?” remus asked, rhetorically. “intriguing, isn’t it?” he paused. “would anyone like to venture to guess as to what is inside?”

“that’s a boggart, that is.”

“very good, mr. thomas,” remus praised. “now, does anybody know what a boggart looks like?”

“nobody knows,” a girl’s voice spoke, and lucy realized it was hermione granger, the student using a time turner to take as many classes as she could. admirable.

“when’d she get here?!” ron weasley demanded. harry seemed to have good friends—apparently, the three of them were an infamous trio.

“boggarts are shape shifters,” she continued, ignoring ron. “they take shape of whatever a particular person fears most. that’s what makes them so—“

“—so terrifying,” remus finished, smiling. “yes, yes, yes.”

the students were soon practicing the riddikulus charm, wandless, and still flinching when the wardrobe shook.

neville longbottom was called forward by remus—another reminder of the past that made lucy want to cry.

it was marleen who had managed to find the mead—and dorcas’ idea to mix it with juice.

the girls were all laughing, gossiping, talking about their love lives. lucy was laying across lily’s lap, looking up at alice.

“frank?” alice questioned, again, with lily nodding at her. “i’ll have babies with him, mark my words.”

remus encouraging him made her smile. she was unable to keep that adoration out of her face—remus was infallibly kind.

alice and frank would have been so proud.

but her blood boiled, it absolutely boiled, when neville admitted his biggest fear was snape.

“frightens all,” remus remarked, among the laughter of neville’s peers.

“truly,” she added, winking at neville. she never approved of her brother and... his best friend... bullying severus—but he was cruel.

thus, lucy laughed the loudest when she saw him in mrs. longbottom’s clothing, and beamed at the smile that neville wore. he looked like alice.

the children formed a line as remus put a record on the phonograph. remus loved jazz—and she had grown fonder of it as well. she couldn’t listen to a lot of the music she used to.

“now, i want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most, and turn it into something funny. ron!”

snape instantaneously transformed into a giant spider, and ron looked absolutely petrified, hesitating a few seconds longer than he should have.

“you’ve got it, ron!” lucy exclaimed, nodding at him. “think of something funny, come on!”

“riddikulus!” the spider suddenly had skates on each of its eight legs, making it slide around the floor. ron high-fived harry as he made his way to the back of the line.

pavarti patil feared snakes, seamus finnegan feared banshees, and dean thomas’s boggart took the form of a disembodied, living hand.

she tensed when harry stepped up—and remus caught her eye.

as the boggart shifted, fear began to fill harry’s eyes, as well—and it increased when the boggart took the form of a dementor.

without thinking, lucy bolted from her seat to stand in front of him—and her boggart took form.

a black dog.

“riddikulus!” she shouted, forcing her voice to sound calm and willing her body not to shake.

padfo—the dog turned into a plush toy, and remus came to her shoulder to send the boggart into the wardrobe and lock it with the flick of his wrist.

“alright, well, sorry about that! that’s enough for today, why don’t you all collect your books from the back of the class? that’s the end of the lesson, thank you!”

the students groaned, and remus began lecturing on how you shouldn’t have too much of a good thing.

lucy turned, facing harry, and patted his shoulder. he looked a bit put out, and she was suddenly worried her protectiveness had embarrassed him.

“it’s alright, harry,” she assured him, a maternal smile on her face. her first time speaking to her nephew in more than a decade, and it was impossible not to feel shaken. “at least your boggart wasn’t a dog.”

remus wasn’t like the others.

james would have been the one to ask if she wanted to talk about it.

peter would have beat around the bush trying to decide if he should ask her.

remus just offered for her to not sit in for the next few lessons. she refused. he smiled, and hugged her.

and he... if he were there, he would have just demanded to know. and she would have told him. she always told him.

lucy refused to even think his name—and when she did, it felt like hell. then there were the memories—the memories, oh god, they burned.

a wolf, a stag, a rat, a fox, and... a dog.

five people trying to fit under the same cloak. the black lake during sunset. running from the source of the noise. sleepovers in the wrong dorm, and late night trips to the kitchens.

the mandrake leaves james stole that they had to keep in their mouths for an entire month, and her crying from frustration if she failed. the silvery glow of the full moon while they stared out onto the grounds until morning, waiting for when they could run to the hospital wing.

the precious time spent with lily. study sessions turned to giggles and long conversations. the two of them were thick as thieves, and lucy never pushed her to james. in fact, she smacked her in the back of the head when she admitted her feelings for him. lily evans loved kate bush and the grease soundtrack. she showed her the muggle way of life—which lucy adored.

she found sisters within alice, marlene, and dorcas. alice was bold behind her sweet face and gave the best advice. marlene had everyone wrapped around her finger in the best possible way. dorcas had a quiet charm, similar to remus’, and she was unspeakably in love with marlene... who in turn was unspeakably in love with dorcas.

her brother flirting with lily. lucy would race him through the halls, from filch, and whoever was caught would take the fall. their strange twin code of conduct, their togetherness and alliance to each other—only broken by trying to push each other off of brooms at quidditch practice. he was protective, but never smothered her. she remembered them crying from happiness when they finally were able to transform into their animagi forms. they had a very similar laugh. james was her ride-or-die.

convincing peter to let her pierce his ear. scrawled notes being passed through class—he was a great confidant, and she would hold his secrets just as well. she had punched snape in the face, she had lost her control, just because he had brought peter’s name up. he was great at charms, great at giving advice.

laying on remus’ shoulder after the full moon, reading the same book with him, even if he had to pause while she finished the page. sharing snacks, genuine, true laughter and happiness, and giving him innocent, feather-light kisses on his facial scars to make him smile. rambling conversations, messy notes hidden between pages of books and under pillows. his ability to separate her from the trouble they found.

and...

muggle rock music. cigarettes. making his family’s lives hell. barked laughter and stupid dares. he always insisted she was his favorite potter—unless she worked with the other boys against him. the promise of forming a band. when he grabbed her wrists and shushed her—she’d ruin their cover, they were supposed to be hiding from filch. the cold hands in hers while they ran from the scene of the crime.

crime.

and she was back in reality, sitting in remus’ office with him while he planned lessons.

“do you remember the mandrake leaves?” she had asked, in a very small voice, as if he wouldn’t remember, though she knew it was impossible for him to forget.

remus ran a hand over his face.

“i remember well, lucy,” he sighed. “you were too hard on yourself.”

swallowing, and willing her voice not to shake, she stared at him before speaking.

“we all were... but he was harder on himself, remember? he would get mad, start kicking things and trying not to cry.”

remus lupin’s eyes were far away.

it hurt him too.

eventually, they walked to the great hall for dinner.

harry potter wanted to put together the pieces.

a black dog. the black dog.

he had seen that dog, he had gotten the grim, and it was their new professor’s greatest fear?

he knew the expression on her face—it was the one he, himself, wore when he was scared.

harry wanted to believe in coincidences, but doing that when he was harry potter wasn’t the best idea.

“professor vulpes,” ron began, from his seat on the couch. “she’s kind of fit, isn’t she?”

hermione sighed, rolling her eyes. “honestly, ronald, of all the things... i’m confused as to why she’s even here.”

harry raised an eyebrow at her.

“well,” hermione began, sounding very slightly unsure. “i’m sure if dumbledore thinks it’s smart for her to be here, it must be alright... but we’ve never needed two professors for one class.”

“i mean, he said she’s helping lupin, isn’t he?” harry added. “i like professor lupin, i feel like he’ll be the best teacher we’ve had. and vulpes... she seems nice, too.”

“i agree,” hermione told him, hastily. “it’s just that it seems a bit weird, is all...”

“she seemed to know lupin pretty well,” ron commented. harry and hermione looked over.

“well, it just seems like they’re familiar with each other. they’re in perfect step with each other, almost, did you notice? they watch each other. and why did she run in front of harry like that?”

“i dunno,” harry grumbled. “maybe trying to save me from embarrassment?”

hermione rolled her eyes. “or, she could be trying to help you?”

“i don’t know,” harry still had a twinge of bitterness in his tone. “she seems familiar to me, though.”

“hmm.”

[mollymarymarie]

oh okay okay so i just realized you’re doing the fanfic asks and as i love everything you write so fucking much yes okay how about 1, 4, 12, 27 and um 35?? <333 (also i’m currently listening to that song you recommended, gorge?? and w o w i am in my feels thank you for that rec djdjd lmao <3)

hello hello friend nice to see you!! you’re so adorable and kind to me! (that song, tho?? it hits you, right??) 

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

uggghhh this is so not fair because I want to be humble but I genuinely am so proud of where I am as a writer, because I started out writing fic (my first fic was a horrible compilation of self-insert with rock-stars, I was obviously dating Benji Madden, but only after my betrothed John Mayer died? God AWFUL.) and I moved away to try to write some creations of my own, but I came back to fanfic because I enjoy it so much more. so. you know what. five stars!

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

OH LORDT SO MANY. we’re going to start off with @blitheringmcgonagall because I’m obsessed with her Marauders murder mystery AU, A Little Risk (and because she’s the most wonderful person??), but here is another list that i know is not all-encompassing and I’m sure I’ve let some people out, but I just woke up lol -- @withrewings @ashes-and-ashes @holy-shit-its-wolfstar @jamesandthedog @lupin-for-president @littlejeanniebean @alrightginger @secretsongdeer @jencala @wewereinfinitelywolfstar @xomarauders @bitter-feminist @wxlfstxrx honestly, i know i’m forgetting amazing people, but these people inspire me daily, through writing only or through writing and being an amazing friend <3

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

I’ve only got one WIP right now, and I’m VERY excited about it. Some personal stuff has been going on lately and I haven’t been writing this week because of it, but I’m sure I’ll get back to it soon. I’ve posted some snippets already, but I’ll add another one here :)

“Your plan is shit, you know,” Sirius mumbled, his face still pressed to the same cushion, tickled by the same loose thread. He scratched his nose, fingernail catching on the edge of his nose ring.

“What plan?” James asked innocently and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You named us both godfather of the kid, so we’ll have to interact, and you think we’ll fall in love all over again and that is total and utter bullshit.” Finally, he pulled himself up from the couch, throwing his long, lawless hair over to one side of his face and wishing he’d dug an elastic from his bag to tie it up.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” James said sweetly, holding Sirius by the face and kissing him hard on the cheek, which Sirius pretended to be disgusted by (though he was actually extremely pleased to see that things really hadn’t changed between the two of them). “Good God, I missed you. Ask Lily when she gets back, I mean, it was nauseating. I knocked her up just so you’d come home to visit.”

With a loud laugh, Sirius wrapped his arms around James’ throat, squeezing just enough to make James’ breathing slightly more audible before he eased off. “Oh, no, I believe it. Because it is nauseating if you think trying to force me to spend time with Moo– Remus is going to make me want to stay.”

With a soft gasp, James’s hands shot to his face. “Oh my God, you just called him Moony.”

“No the fuck I did not.”

“The plan is coming together.”

��Fuck you, no it isn’t.”

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I don’t think I could count ONE comment as the nicest, but when people tell me my characterization is solid and my descriptions are on point, those are the kind of comments that I love to receive. But really, any sincere and kind comment is WELL appreciated, even if it’s just an unintelligible string of letters 

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I think I now have ... (stops to count) ... FIVE??? wolfstar fics based on Taylor Swifts songs?? Including the WIP? AND I HAVE ANOTHER ONE PLANNED AFTER THAT??? i didn’t even LISTEN to taylor swift last year. like. WHO AM I? 

[onlydreamofmysoul]

Let Them Eat Cake part ii (Wolfstar bake off au)

This week on The Great British Bake Off

“Oh Lord I’ve just gone and dropped my dough. Repeat, I’ve just dropped my dough”

“I forgot to turn my oven on.”

“I’m going home for sure.”

Remus woke up to his phone ringing.

“Remus!” His mom half-yelled down the line, “You came third in the technical!”

Remus rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Mam, I already told you that, I rang you right after it happened.”

“I know, I know,” Hope said, “But the first episode only came out last night so I’m all excited about it again. Christ Re it’s so strange seeing you on the telly.”

Remus let out an amused huff and flopped back down onto the plush hotel pillows. “Thanks?”

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart… What have you got on today?”

“We’re filming again today, so the first two challenges.”

“Oh, what’s the theme this week?” Hope needled and Remus rolled his eyes fondly. “Man, you know I can’t tell you that yet.”

“I’m your mother. I think if you told anyone, it should be me.”

“Well if I were telling anyone, I would tell you, however…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re not telling anyone.” She said a little disappointed. “It was worth a shot.” She let out a melancholic sigh, “My only child, too big a star now, doesn’t even have time to talk to his own mother.”

“I’m currently talking to my own mother so I think that contradicts your point a little.” Remus chimed in. “Also, I hardly think being on one episode of Bake Off counts as a star.”

“Well it’s all anyone here at home has been talking about for at least a month.”

“Wow, they really need to get a life.” He said dryly and chuckled when his mother began to admonish him. “Oh mam, I’ve got to go, I’m almost late for filming, I’ll call you later.”

“That sounds like a cop out if I’ve ever heard one Remus Lupin, but I’ll let you go anyways. Good luck today, I love you.”

“Love you too mam. Talk soon, bye bye.” He pressed the end call button and lay with his phone on his chest for a moment before actually checking the time. He had about an hour before he was expected on set. He rolled out of bed with a groan and headed into the shower.

Remus quite literally ran into Sirius.

“Oh shit sorry!” He cried as they collided. Sirius caught Remus’ wrist to steady himself and held on for a split second before letting go.

“In a hurry Lupin?” 

Remus flushed a little, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah I was supposed to meet Lily at the door five minutes ago but I got caught up.”

Sirius just maintained eye contact for a moment before reaching out and touching the sleeve of Remus’ cream knit sweater. “This is nice.”

Remus lost his words. “Oh um, thank you. I made it actually.”

Sirius quirked a smile. “A baker and a knitter? You’re a real home-boy.”

Remus laughed a little. “Yeah you could definitely say that. I knit when I’m watching TV or whatever, I hate when I don’t have something to do with my hands. ‘Idle hands’ and all that.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Remus said, shrugging him off despite the fact that he was possibly about to lose his mind. The Sirius Black was teasing him.

“Anyways, I should probably go.” He said, ducking his head. “Lily’s waiting for me.”

“And we’ve got a show to get to.” Sirius added.

“Yeah,” Remus smiled. “Yeah we do.”

“Hello and welcome back everyone, to this week’s episode of The Great British Bake Off.” James said grandly as soon as Marlene had signalled that she was recording. “This week, it’s bread week.”

Remus sighed. He fucking loved bread. He was coeliac, so he didn’t eat bread but… he fucking loved bread.

“For our first challenge,” Sirius announced, “Our judges would like to see two plaited loaves. Any flavouring is up to you, but each loaf should be twelve inches in length with clear, defined plaits.”

The bakers all nodded and the camera panned around the room to catch everyone’s reactions. 

“Alright then, Sirius, dough you want to tell them to begin?”

Remus bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. That pun was so cringy but Remus was a sucker for bad jokes. 

“Why yes James, I most certainly dough. Three, two one… Bake!”

Marlene started her rounds today by coming straight to Remus.

“So Remus, what’re you making today?” James asked, appearing by his side. 

“Well the first one, is going to have basil and some tomato sauce and then have some mozzarella plaited in.” Remus said as he took out a glass bowl and began adding ingredients to it. “Then the second one is going to have four different kinds of cheese in it.”

“So basically, no one who’s lactose intolerant can go anywhere near your bread.”

Remus laughed and scratched his cheek. “Pretty much. But I mean, neither of them will be gluten free, so I can’t eat them either.”

James grinned. “I suppose I’ll just have to be your official taste tester then.”

“You know, those already exist. They’re called judges.” Remus chirped and Sirius who was passing laughed, shooting Remus an appreciative look.

James moved on to Lily and Remus could hear her telling him about her toffee bread. Remus had seen her practicing it - it always looked amazing and the other contestants had raved about it. Remus had gotten the recipe from her and he was going to try to make a gluten-free version when all of this was over.

Remus covered the bowls with a layer of cellophane and put them in the proving drawer, waiting until they had at least doubled in size before he would take them out again.

In the meantime, Remus got busy finely chopping fresh basil, making a tomato sauce and slicing mozzarella.

“Looking good, Lupin.” Sirius said, jumping up to sit on the end of Remus’ bench, away from the food.

“Why thank you.” Remus said then had to slap Sirius’s hand away when he tried to steal a slice of cheese. “Oi, get away you cheeky bugger.”

Sirius shrugged,” I’m just trying to relieve James of his official taste tester duties.”

“You’re trying to relieve yourself from your stomach grumbling is more like.” Remus shot back, but he held out a chopping board with his many different cheeses all neatly sliced and grinned. “Go on then, you can have one.”

Sirius’s eyes glimmered. “You know, I quite like you Lupin.” He said, before hopping off the table and wandering away.

“It’s a good thing I quite like cheese Mr Lupin.” Dumbledore said in an almost teasing tone as they reached Remus’ bench to judge. They cut the first loaf and each had a taste.

“I think I would have liked it to have stayed in the oven for a little longer.” McGonagall said, “It’s just missing the really crusty outside we were looking for. But the flavours are wonderful, I quite like the concept.”

“And I, as the official taste tester, i think it’s amazing.” James said, stealing a slice and there were a couple of giggles around the tent. Even Remus cracked a smile.

“Let’s move on to the next one, shall we?” Remus just nodded, his jaw clenched as he listened. This time, the knife made a much more satisfying sound as it cut through the bread. Remus couldn’t help but sigh a little in relief, his eyes trained on the loaf to see if the bake was even.

“Now, this one is much better.” Dumbledore said before he took a bite. His eyes fluttered closed as he chewed and Remus pursed his lips together to stop himself from smiling. “Very enjoyable Mr Lupin, I can’t find a fault with this one.”

McGonagall nodded in agreement and with that they moved over to Lily’s bench. Remus sat down on his stool with a sigh, his shoulders slumping.

 “Hey, good job. ”Sirius whispered as he passed and Remus smiled. Yeah, he quite liked bread.

“Ah look at little Remus, eating his salad.” Tonks teased, ruffling his hair as she plopped down on the chair next to him. Remus scowled. “Believe me, if I could be eating bread like the rest of you lot, I would be.”

“Alas, alack!” A guy Peter, another contestant proclaimed. “We get to eat your bread though. It’s so good mate, much better than that sad lump I presented.”

Everyone around the table started sniggering. Peter had had a bit of an accident resulting in burned bread. It was edible, but it really hadn’t looked like much.

“I’m really going to have to up my game in the next two challenges.” He moaned. “I really don’t want to go home yet.” They all nodded in agreement and the table went quiet for a moment as everyone thought while they munched.

“What a rowdy bunch you lot are.” Sirius said, he and James each pulling up a chair. ”Can we…?” He asked, pointing to the selection of breads, all sliced in the middle of the table.

“Yeah of course,” Remus said. “They’re there to eat.”

Remus certainly didn’t that Sirius immediately went for one of the loaves he made. Nope. Not at all.

“So how are we all feeling about the next challenge?” James asked, tearing parts off his hunk of bread and popping them into his mouth.

“Oh my god, new rule.” Tonks declared. “No competition talk when we’re on our breaks. I need to talk about something other than the ratio of sugar to flour.”

Sirius chuckled at her abruptness. “Fair enough. Let’s see… What are your favourite colours?”

“Basic question.” Tonks countered, leaning back in her chair, “But I’ll take it. Mine is pink.”

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Remus said dryly, gesturing to her hair. Lily choked on her food.

“What’s yours then Remus?” Tonks challenged. 

Remus shrugged. “I don’t have a favourite, I like them all.”

“Even brown?” Peter piped in. 

“Especially brown. It’s the colour of chocolate. It’s also like the most hated colour, it needs some appreciation.”

“It’s one of the most hated colours because it’s boring. Like is there any colour more dull than brown?” James asked.

“Beige.” Lily said and James pointed a finger at her, indicating that she had made a valid point. “Okay, that’s very fair. Beige is boring as fuck.”

“I can’t believe this is a conversation we’re having.” Sirius mused and Remus looked at him incredulously. “You’re the one who started it!”

“I asked for favourite colours, not the opposite. It was you who set us on this dull - coloured path.” Sirius counted, his eyes playful. Tonks looked between the two of them for a moment before checking her watch.

“I hate to be the one to break up the band but, it’s time for us to get back to it.”

“Ah, the woes of the working life.” Sirius lamented and Remus snorted. 

“Oh hush, you have like, the best job ever.”

Sirius threw his arm around James’ shoulders. “That’s very true. Come on then Jamie, let’s get back to it.”

“Our next challenge, is of course our technical.” James announced as the cameras began rolling. “This week, our judges have asked you to make bagels.”

“You should have five identical bagels at the end. Your instructions are on your bench.”

“Ready?”

“Set.”

“Bake!”

Remus lifted the cloth that was covering the ingredients and recipe McGonagall and Dumbledore had written for them. He both loved and hated the technical, possibly for the same reasons. The steps were vague and needed a lot of thought which was pretty annoying but it challenged him and pushed him to see what kind of baker he was. 

“You ever made these?” Lily asked and Remus shook his head. “No, never. You?”

“Nope.” She said, popping the ‘p’. “This should be interesting.”

Remus chuckled as he began reading the instructions. make a dough, it read.

“Don’t you love how specific these instructions are?” Remus said to Tonks sarcastically and some of her hair fell out of her comically short ponytail as she laughed.

“This dough is meant to be stretchy I think.” Lily commented and Remus nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ve heard that too.”

Remus set to work, covering his dough in cellophane once more and popping it into the proving drawer. 

“You know I could really get used to this proving business,” he commented, “It gives me the chance to make a cup of tea.”

“Glad to see you have your priorities.” Sirius joked as he appeared. “Any chance I can have one too?” Remus just nodded to the bench in response, where he had already taken out a mug for Sirius. 

Sirius finished making the tea as Remus took out a pot, filled it with water and put it on the hob to boil. Just then a panicked wail sounded through the tent. 

“Oh lord, I’ve just gone and dropped my dough. Repeat, I dropped my dough.”

James was immediately at his side to help him figure it out. They chatted intensely for a minute, the cameras circling like vultures as Peter forlornly tossed the ruined dough in the bin, but began to make a new one. Remus let out a shaking breath on his friends behalf, Peter would really be racing against the clock. 

“It’s make it or break it time.” Remus said, turning back to his own work , decking to focus on that for now. His thoughts wouldn’t help Peter and all Remus could do right now was work on his own project. Having divided his dough and rolled it into shape, he boiled them one by one, praying he was doing the right thing. “And now you fuckers are going in the oven.”

“Oh my god Remus.” Marlene said. “We had great footage of you there and you totally just ruined it.”

“Sorry sorry, I’ll do it again.” Remus smirked and slid the tray into the oven. “And now you little shits are going in the oven.”

Marlene just turned around and left as Sirius’ laugh filled the tent. 

Remus walked up to the table to present his baking to be judged. As per the rules, he placed the plate down behind his picture and sat in one of the stools lined up, facing the table. McGonagall and Dumbledore arrived, looking much to chipper for Remus liking, not when he was struggling not to start biting his nails. He chose instead to pick at the hem of his jumper until Lily took his hand in hers. He was grateful - he really liked this jumper.

Peter was disappointed but not at all surprised when his bagels hadn’t risen enough. How could they have when making a second batch had essentially cut out the proving process. Tonks’ were a bit too small. Lily’s were a bit too chewy. Remus  bit his lip to stop himself from beaming when his were the best of the bunch. Still not perfect, not by a long shot, but he had won the technical challenge and his relief sent him out of the tent, unable to lessen the grin on his face as Marlene questioned him.

“How are you feeling, after today?”

“I’m feeling pretty good! I got off to a bit of a rocky start today, but I think I recovered well so I’m looking forward to sinking my teeth into the challenge tomorrow.”

Marlene gave him a thumbs up and wandered away to find some of the others.

“Well done Mr Technical Challenge!” Lily cried, slinging her arm around his waist as they began to walk back to the hotel. 

“Why thank you, Ms Star Baker.”

“We make quite the pair.” Lily observed.

“That, my dear Lily, we most certainly do.”

Remus woke up in Lily’s room.

“Ugh, that alarm is so loud.” Remus groaned and ignored Lily giggling at him.

“I can’t believe how much you’re not a morning person, you seem like you’re hungover or something.”

“I am hungover as a result of life, Lily.” He muttered. “Existing is exhausting.”

“By god, you really are dramatic in the morning.” She gathered up a towel and some toiletries. “I’m going for a shower and to get ready. Meet you for breakfast in twenty?”

Remus nodded in agreement, shoved on his shoes and started gathering the one or two belongings he had. He hadn’t meant to sleep in Lily’s room, but they had stayed up so late talking the pair had just drifted off. It had been the best night Remus had spent her so far - he and Lily curled up under a pile of blankets, each nursing a mug of hot chocolate as they gossiped like school girls.

Remus stepped out the door and very closely avoided a collision with Sirius.

“I’m getting a freaky sense of deja vu right now.” Remus said, grinning.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “This… isn’t your room.”

Remus shook his head as they began walking down the corridor. “Nah, it’s Lily’s, I’m heading back to mine now.”

“You and… Lily?”

Remus choked as he realized what Sirius was thinking. “No, no, God no. I mean, Lily’s fantastic but no. We’re just friends, we fell asleep talking.”

Sirius’ shoulders almost seemed to visibly lighten. “Oh right, yeah.”

Remus grinned and nudged Sirius’ shoulder with his own playfully. “Lily’s not really my type.”

“Oh yeah? What is your type then?”

“Oh you know… not women.”

Sirius smirked and looked at Remus sideways. “Now that, sounds like something I quite relate to.”

Remus slowed to a stop as they reached his door. “I suppose I’ll see you in the tent?”

“That seems pretty unavoidable, doesn’t it?” Sirius threw him a cheeky wink and turned on his heel, continuing down the hall. Remus would be lying if he said he didn’t watch him walk away.

“Welcome back for our showstopper challenge!” Sirius said, smiling at all the contestants. 

“This will be your second showstopper, so get ready.”

“That’s right,” James continued, “This week's challenge will be to bake pull apart rolls.”

“Jamie, are you sure you have the right challenge? That doesn’t sound very showstopper like.”

“Why thank you Sirius, you’d be right. I did forget to mention that your rolls should make the shape of your favourite animal.”

Remus rolled his eyes at the obviously pre prepared banter and yet he found himself smiling anyways. 

“Ready.”

“Set.”

“Bake!”

Remus immediately set to work, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and how to do it, however he had been cutting it quite close on time every time he had practised, so he wanted to work as quickly as possible to allow for all and any mishaps that tended to happen under pressure. 

He made, proved and rolled out his dough in record time and was now assembling the little rolls into the shape he wanted. He was shading the top with poppy and sesame seeds and stepped back for a moment to admire his handy work. He was in no way close to an artist, except for when it came to baking. If his canvas was starch and glucose, he might as well be Michelangelo. 

He made one or two more adjustments before putting it in the oven for thirty minutes. That still gave him twenty minutes to spare, making this the fastest he had ever completed his challenge. Maybe the pressure had its benefits after all

“Oh fuck.” He heard Lily say from behind him. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” She cried, her time getting more and more panicked. 

“Lily?” Remus asked, whirling around in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to turn the oven on.” She whispered, her face pale. 

“You… What?”

“I forgot to turn the oven on! Remus I’m screwed this won't heat up for at least ten minutes and I have fifty minutes of work left at least!

Remus wasn’t sure what overcame him in that moment, maybe some panicked curled hormones but suddenly he was in full disaster mode. 

“Okay,” he muttered, opening his own oven and adding another wire rack. “Okay Lily, put yours in here with mine while your oven heats up. It’s not ideal, I know but it’ll get you started.”

“Remus Lupin.” Lily declared as she collected her tray and walked around her own bench to reach him. “You are my literal hero.”

She lifted herself up on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek swiftly before putting her doe - shaped dough in the oven and racing back to her own workspace to turn hers on. 

Remus let out a shaky breath as he sat down for a moment. It was such a simple mistake that could happen to any of them.  Remus vowed to himself to be extra vigilant from now on and to never assume he did anything on muscle memory. Here everything was strange and new and it could quite throw off your routine, especially if you’re used to working consistently in one particular venue. 

“That, Mr Lupin, was quite the save.” Sirius commented, swooping in like he always did. Remus smiled weakly and ran his fingers through his hair. Just then Lily appeared again and took her bread out of the oven. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cried as she dashed back to work, putting her bread in her own oven with a deafening clang. 

“Thirty five minutes left!” Sirius called and Remus stood up cracking his knuckles. He could chat to Sirius later, right now? He still had a little work to do. He grabbed the little bit of extra dough he had set aside in the fridge and set to work. 

“Mr Lupin, if you would please bring your challenge up to the table.” McGonagall called and even in his mild panic, Remus could still take a moment to appreciate the lovely lilt in her words. 

He set his baking down on the table and stepped back to look at his work - a wolf, howling at a full moon.

“The moon detailing is quite clever Mr Lupin.” Dumbledore said and Remus sighed in relief. It had been the little bit of dough he had set aside - put in the oven later to account for it’s smaller size.

“It certainly looks excellent, but the question stands; how does it taste.

“Remus winced as they pulled apart his, frankly, perfect design and each took a bite. Dumbledore gave him a broad smile and Remus bit his lip, grinning.

“I think you’ll find we’re very pleased Mr Lupin. These truly are very good.”

Remus could actually pay attention to the rest of the assessments after that thrilling review. He watched Peter present his rat bread (side note - what in the world had possessed him to make food in the shape of a rat?), Lily displayed her doe which had turned out very well in the end and some guy even made an alpaca. Remus didn’t know that dude too well yet, but he thought his name was Benji.

They all sat once more on the stools lined up at the front of the tent while the judges made their decisions. James and Sirius regaled them all with stories from their childhood while they waited,

“And then what do you know?” James cried, his hands flying everywhere as he told the story. “I look up, and there’s Sirius, hanging out the second floor window with his trousers down around his ankles.”

The entire room burst out laughing, Remus was pretty sure there were tears streaming down his face.

“But what made you think that would be a good idea?” Remus wheezed, still unable to breathe properly for all his laughing, but desperate to get a look into teenage Sirius’ state of mind.

Sirius just shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.” He admitted sheepishly and that set everyone off into another round of deafening laughter, when the judges walked in and they all sobered quite quickly.

James and Sirius conferred with them quietly in the corner a moment before walking back over to the contestants.

“Today, I have the absolute pleasure of announcing our star baker.” Sirius said, looking around the room with a small smile. “Our star baker this week is…” Sirius scanned the crowd for a moment before his eyes landed on Remus. “Remus.”

Remus didn’t even move. He wasn’t even sure he could if he had wanted to. He had won star baker.

“Which leaves me with the awful job of announcing who’s leaving us today.” James said in a flat tone but Remus didn’t even hear or register that some guy Fabien was leaving. He was just another baker Remus didn’t even know that well. But he was star baker. Lily pulled him into a hug and held him tight. The room around him was filled with pats on the back and congratulations and Sirius looked him right in the eye and mouthed well done.

Remus was pretty sure he wanted to live in this moment forever.

“Remus, would you be alright calling your family on camera? We’d just like to capture their reaction.”

Remus nodded and rang his mom. She answered on the first ring. “Hi, Ma?” Guess what?”

“What is it love, how did your day go?”

“I won star baker.”

Marlene giggled behind the camera as Hope let out a series of delighted yells. Remus laughed along with her for a moment. “Okay mam, I’ve got to go finish my interview, but I’ll call you later, okay?”

He said his goodbyes, hung up the phone and turned back to the camera. “So Remus, what were you thinking throughout the challenges?”

“Well after the first one, I kept thinking I’m going home for sure. But obviously I recovered a bit.”

“A bit? Marlene chuckled. “From going home to star baker. I’d say you recovered quite a lot.”

Remus chatted with Marlene for a few more minutes before she sent him away, claiming she had taken up enough of his time. Just as he was beginning to leave, Sirius sidled up to him.

“Well, if it isn’t the brightest star.” Remus teased.

“I think that today,” Sirius countered, “That would be you.”

Remus blushed and looked down at his feet. “Want to walk back to the hotel?

Sirius smiled. “That sounds like a plan.”