#cabin tales peter

[miss-wanna-draw96]

Fresh new art

Yo, I tried out a new style and I like it so I drew Cabin Tales - Rotten Roots Peter (AU by @missr3n3 )

Pic under cut but be warned, a tiny bit of gore and scars

"I would do anything to heal, even if it means leaving you forever."

I made this as soon as Miss answered my question, and now, I hope you like it

[cat0901h3]

Cabin Tales 1.01

Happy Anniversary

“What would you do for love.”

[angelic-writer]

Peter

Sarah: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[missr3n3]

i started these cabin tales survivor portraits before 2.4 dropped, but ended up delaying finishing them just in case any of the fried four survived and i had to make more... better luck to the next cabin protag i guess!

[rhithefella-sillytimes]

Peter running Florence over

...In all honesty, it was something he's always fantasized about, a thought that had appeared one day and refused to leave, no matter how hard he tried to shake it. But despite it all, he never really imagined that he could do it. He couldn't stomach it. Well, on his own he could but...

What if you saw me do it? My love, I can't let you see me like that. I promise... I couldn't.

Nevertheless, the point is that it was something he couldn't imagine actually doing, for one reason or another.

The conception was shattered as soon as the couple had heard a hard thud on the bumper. The next thing Peter knows is him slamming his foot on the brakes, the tires screeching to a bloody halt.

Sarah simply stared, mouth open as if she was about to scream. She had no words to say, which was in a stark contrast to the slew of words that were let out from the both of them moments before the accident.

She had an idea on what just happened, and was afraid. Afraid for the both of them.

Please, please don't be the truth. We didn't just kill someone... did we?

The same couldn't be said about Peter. He looked angry and confused, simply staring at Sarah before seeing that her eyes were pointed to the new dent that had formed in the car.

"...What the FUCK was that!? Was that a fucking deer?!", Peter exclaimed, but Sarah couldn't answer clearly as she stammered something unintelligible to him. He then started rolling down the car window and peeking outside.

At first, he didn't see much. Simply just a dented bumper, and a road that was made visible by the car's headlights.

He then looked to the side, seeing the night sky. No camera was around as far as he knew. At the corner of his eye was a cliff that he was lucky to have missed in the blind argument he had with his love.

...He then looked behind him, turning around and practically leaning out the window. It took a while for him to adjust his eyes to what he's seeing, but the wind had been knocked from his chest once they've recalibrated in the dark.

Blood. He could see fresh blood, trailing slightly and coating the tires of his car.

Without a word, he opened the door and walked out, following the bloody trail. Sarah reluctantly walked behind him. Fortunately or unfortunately, the trail didn't lead too far, merely just about a meter or two away from where he'd stopped the car.

At the end of the blood trail was the crumpled body of Florence, the boss that had been tormenting Peter for months on end. She, who was usually standing with her chin on the air and danger on her stride, was now a bloody pile of broken bones. Her face had a shocked stare, her eyes twitching and her mouth struggling to breathe.

What they both saw caused completely different emotions on the couple. For Sarah, it was panic as her fears had been confirmed. They did crash onto someone, and there's no way the woman would be alive after that. Not in an empty road like this.

For Peter, it was a strange sense of... relief. For a long time, he'd always wanted her hurt, dead even. And to see it having happened in his hands... made him feel so happy. He was about to pump his fists into the air and cheer, but he saw how scared Sarah was right now and held it in. But he whispered something very slightly under his breath, hoping his darling wouldn't hear it.

"How do you like that, you fucking bitch?"

After that, silence had followed for a few seconds, neither of the couple having said anything. But then... Sarah spoke.

"We can't get caught. We have to make sure no one knows we did it. We have to."

"Yes, but how, my dear?", Peter asked, before realizing something and looking at the cliff again. Sarah followed his gaze, and she gasped.

They then look at each other, now knowing what to do. What they must do. And for the first time in almost a year, they feel like they have each other's backs. It was almost like falling in love all over again.

Peter rushes to the car, starting the engine again and driving to a place closer to the cliff. He then hops off the car, and grabbed both of their belongings, making sure they didn't leave anything in there.

When he returned, both he and Sarah picked Florence's body up. They quickly head to the driver's seat, and Peter throws the body in there. He then shuts the door, as the couple then pushed the car.

It took a few minutes, but it was all worth it once they saw the car tumbling down the cliff. They watched as it rolled down, parts getting more and more wrecked before it eventually reached the bottom.

They were about to walk off when Sarah heard an explosion. She looked down, and the car had burst up in flames. She looked at Peter, wiping off sweat from her brow. "Phew..."

Peter then reached out to her, wiping off dirt from her forehead. Sarah smiles. They then both pick up their things, walking to somewhere where they could find a cab.

Minutes later, they were riding a taxi home. Peter had decided to nap on Sarah's shoulder, snoring softly. Sarah then checked the time on her watch. 2:00 am. It was a new day, in a way. She then asked the driver something.

"Miss, what day is it again?"

The driver answered after a few seconds of thinking. "Oh, it's the 27th. As for the week, a Tuesday."

"Thanks...", Sarah said, before reminiscing. It had been a year now since this had started, and she couldn't believe it. She looked down at her sleeping partner, and a thought had crossed her mind as she watched him.

...Happy Anniversary.

[analoghorrorisyummy]

normalize drawing yourself as a podcast character you relate too. 💥

Peter from ‘Happy Anniversary’ from the podcast Cabin Tales. Literally, Peter is so relatable which- probably isn’t good but I love him so much dude 😭

OH ALSO, OLD ARTSTYLE BUT ALSO NOT THAT OLD BUT LIKE-

[deximexi]

Small Cabin Tales theory I wanted to share!

(Spoilers below)

Richard, Peters's neighbor, is secretly an undercover cop!

During the “Happy Anniversary” episode, when he asks to meet Sarah, he is actually trying to save her from Peter.

He, along with a crew, decided it was best to get to know Peter before trying to rescue Sarah. Why? To learn Peters schedules, his interests, his personality. So, that's why Richard is tipically outside, watering his flowers.

(They mainly memorize his schedule in order to safely escort Sarah out of the home; so no violence would be necessary. Plus, Peter would likely retaliate against the police and become a bigger threat to both Sarah and the police)

He isn't gardening, he’s waiting for Peter (or, he’s trying to listen for Sarah's cries to locate her in Peters's home).

At the near end of the episode when Sarah cries out for the police maybe this helps support my theory? However, that is a major stretch!

[machinepilled]

so uh,,,, yall listened to cabin tales????

IM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS STUPID PODCAST ITS SO PERFECT EVERY EPISODE IS AMAZING go listen to it all the vas did AMAZINGGGG

[rhithefella-sillytimes]

Like... the chorus more specifically

Is it just me or does "I Can't Handle Change" have Peter vibes

ITS NOT JS U

He just like me frfr !!!!!!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you have any fics where either Derek or Stiles live in a cabin in the woods? Bonus points if they build it themselves.

Thanks!!

Definitely.

Magically Yours: The Sun, The Moon, The Truth by Akinasky

(1/1 I 925 I Teen)

Stiles and Derek go away to a cabin to celebrate their one year anniversary and Stiles uses his abilities to mark himself as Derek's partner, forever.

Snowed In by rororowyourboat 

(1/1 I 4,258 I Teen)

Stiles and Derek get caught in a blizzard while hunting a monster in the Preserve. Their options are trekking a few miles back through the snowy woods in inclement weather while exhausted and injured... or spend the night in a random cabin.

They choose the cabin.

Baby, you should stick around by ElisAttack

(3/3 I 9,543 I Teen)

Derek's driving along a stretch of highway when an unusual sight makes him slow down, the engine of his old pickup rattling in protest.

There's a kid standing by the side of the road.

It's the middle of nowhere, the goddamn apocalypse, and this kid is standing by the side of the road with his thumb pointed skyward. Like he's playing at being a hitchhiker.

Or the one where Stiles thinks he's all alone in a post-apocalyptic world, until he meets Derek.

(Welcome To) Far Far Away, or The Tale of Wolfskin and the Fox Prince by scarlettletterr

(4/4 I 14,716 I General)

There's a wolf sleeping in the cabin on the outskirt of Beacon Hills, and a fox in the Prince's chambers. This is a tale of magic, of lemon cakes, and oblivious idiots falling in love in the country of Far Far Away.

Abominable by Revenant

(2/2 I 20,272 I Teen)

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

A sacrilege to keep it a secret by babisays

(1/1 I 21,275 I General)

Stiles has a secret he's been keeping from everyone his entire life. But Derek is starting to notice the fact that he'll never go near a body of water when other people are around and he keeps saying that he's really bad at swimming. Derek knows that's a lie because he was able to hold him up in a pool for three hours straight. Stiles knows his secret is a ticking time bomb and at some point, everyone will know it. But he quite likes being the human of the pack. Even though Derek and he know that he isn't. Derek just wants to figure out exactly what he is.

Retreat by words_in_starless_skies (orphan_account)

(12/12 I 43,889 I Teen)

Stiles is not okay. He struggles with the aftermath of being possessed by the Nogitsune. Alone. A worried Derek invites him to his cabin in the mountains, which he shares with Cora and Peter. Stiles is totally on board with getting as far away from Beacon Hills as possible, especially when it means he gets his own comfort wolf.

Move Inside Of Your Light by sterekhale

(17/17 I 73,510 I Mature)

After fleeing from hunters Derek found refuge in a small Wyoming town. For almost ten years, he lived alone in a cabin among acres of land, until one night he stumbles upon a car accident near his place. When the driver comes to with his friendly smile and beautiful brown eyes, there’s no way Derek could’ve predicted the next three weeks.

Stiles is a hunter who can’t go home and the alpha of the fallen Hale pack is his Hail Mary. What he didn’t expect to find was a gentle and broken man in place of the so-called mighty alpha. Despite the pressures from back home, Stiles keeps putting off what he has to do, while falling for the one person he’s not supposed to.

Mating Moons by skinsharpenedteeth (Skinsharpenedteeth)

(15/15 I 85,268 I Explicit)

Stiles just wanted to get Derek's attention. Derek had seemed so distracted as the full moon approached and Stiles was feeling pretty neglected as a friend. Next thing he knows, he's magically bound to a cabin in the mountains with Derek all winter long and they have to figure out whether they want to be life mates?

[the-golden-comet]

✨🏴‍☠️Find The Word Tag🏴‍☠️✨

Thank you for tagging me here, @aalinaaaaaa ! Always happy to sail the high seas and find some words 💛✨

My words: ring, sing, king, wing (loving these rhymes! ✨)

Your words: bet, set, forget, regret

Back to Peter Hart for this one 🏴‍☠️✨

Ring

The captain’s fingers tapped on the spokes of his wheel as he hummed in tune with his hearty crewmates, the hands covered in tanned-hide gloves that tied at the elbows, resting under the arms of the coat and stopping at the rolled-up shirt sleeves. He tapped his foot as he tilted the wheel clockwise, the golden rings adorning his exposed fingers clanking against the steel supports of the axle and glinting to match the buckle on his brown leather belt. Once a cabin boy, now a fine young captain, this was the tale of Peter Hart, the Golden.

King

“You must be excited….” This mysterious muchísimo raised a curious eyebrow. “….marrying and taking the first steps of becoming a king.”

Sing

Peter Hart chuckled. “Well, aren’t you singing a different tune now? Okay, men. Haul his arse back on deck.”

Wing

The prince was, in Peter’s mind, long overdue for some love in his life. And, as a good captain would patch up a leak in his ship, Captain Hart was set on repairing every hole in the prince’s heart….until the scarring of the hull, the weaknesses and damages……were long gone. For a bird with clipped wings cannot fly, nor sing as freely as his heart yearned to soar in the sky.

I will (gently, no pressure) tag: @gioiaalbanoart , @wyked-ao3 , @alinacapellabooks , @paeliae-occasionally , @agirlandherquill , @badscientist , @dearunreliablenarrator , @coffeexafterxmidnight , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @words-after-midnight , @sableglass , @jev-urisk , @thatuselesshuman , @autism-purgatory , @thecomfywriter , @theaistired , @honeybewrites , @lychhiker-writes , @drchenquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @agirlandherquill , @justabigoldnerd , @noxxytocin , @nczaversnick , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild , @pippinoftheshire , @illarian-rambling , @fantasy-things-and-such , @clevah-girlboss , @worlds-tallest-fairy , @48lexr , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @smellyrottentrees , @lavender-gloom , @greenfinchwriter , @asassydork , @moltenwrites , @finickyfelix , @cowboybrunch , +open tag for whoever wants to hop aboard! ✨

[sunflowerabyss]

Charms of Fate: Chapter 1

Paring: Remus Lupin x Fem!Professor!Reader

Series Masterlist

Plot: Amidst the echoes of a bygone era, you return to Hogwarts years after parting ways with Hogwarts. What begins as a journey fueled by nostalgia transforms into an unexpected reunion with Remus Lupin, now a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. As the past intertwines with the present, the two former classmates navigate the complexities of grief, the resurgence of friendship, and the unwritten chapters of their shared history in this tale of rediscovery and the magic that binds them together.

Warnings: mention of character death

A/N: Hello! Welcome to the first chapter of Charms of Fate! This is the first fanfiction I have written in a bajillion years. So here is my current obsession--Remus Lupin.

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You stepped onto the train, finding an empty cabin before placing your bags in the compartment above the seats. Huffing, you sat down, pulling out the wrinkled letter you had received only a short month ago. Dumbledore's neat cursive stared back at you in green ink and you fondly remember your first letter from Hogwarts. You smiled sadly as your mind began to drift to the days of your youth.

It was the spring of 1978, and the air at Hogwarts was tinged with the scent of blooming flowers and the bittersweet realization that it was the last day you would walk these halls clad in your Gryffindor robes. You and Lily Evans, the uncommonly kind girl you grew close with over the years, joined her boyfriend James, and his friends Sirius, Peter, and Remus in celebrating the end of your magical journey.

The Great Hall was adorned with festive decorations as laughter and joy echoed through its grandeur. Remus Lupin, the quiet and thoughtful member of the Marauders, caught your eye more often than not. Throughout the last year, you and Remus had gravitated towards each other, drawn together by shared interests and a subtle understanding that words couldn't quite capture.

As the day unfolded, you and Remus found yourselves in moments of quiet conversation, away from the boisterous pranks and laughter of the others. His brown eyes held a warmth that mirrored the budding spring outside, and his words carried a depth that resonated with you on a profound level.

When the time came to say your goodbyes, you exchanged promises to keep in touch. But, as life often does, it threw you and Remus onto different paths. Owl-post became infrequent, and the ties that once bound you to the magical camaraderie of Hogwarts began to loosen.

Years passed, and the connection with Remus faded into the echoes of memories. Life unfolded with its trials and tribulations, and the once-prominent figure of Remus Lupin became a distant echo from the past.

As you reflect on that last day at Hogwarts, you wonder where life took Remus and if the paths that once intersected would ever cross again. The nostalgia of youthful friendships mingles with the ache of time's passage, leaving you with a lingering sense of loss and a yearning for the connection that slipped through your fingers after that bittersweet graduation day.

The vibrant memories of Lily and James' wedding lingered in your mind—the joyous celebration, the laughter, and the shared happiness as you stood by your best friend on her special day. The joy only multiplied when Lily announced her pregnancy, and you were there, witnessing the excitement in their eyes as they shared the news.

The day Harry was born brought tears of happiness to your eyes as you cradled the small bundle of joy. Little did you know that those precious moments would soon be overshadowed by the darkness that would shroud the wizarding world.

Halloween 1981, the news of Lily and James Potter's tragic demise, and Sirius Black's descent into Azkaban sent shockwaves through your body. Your dearest friends, gone. The memories of joy turned into haunting echoes of grief, leaving you lost and depressed.

Desperate for a connection, you tried to reach out to Remus, penning letters that poured out your heartache and longing for solace. Yet, as time passed, and the owls returned without a reply, you gave up hope, feeling the weight of isolation settle over you like a heavy cloak.

In an attempt to escape the suffocating darkness, you found employment in the Ministry of Magic. Modifying memories and undoing magical damage became a temporary refuge, a way to numb the pain that seemed insurmountable.

Life took an unexpected turn when an owl arrived with a letter from Dumbledore, offering you the position of Charms professor at Hogwarts. The prospect of returning to the place where memories were both joyful and painful filled you with mixed emotions. Hesitantly, you accepted the position, leaving behind your job at the Ministry of Magic for a chance to share your knowledge with a new generation.

As the train began to move, you were glad for some solitude in your cab, relieved you didn't have to make small talk. The Hogwarts Express rumbled along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels providing a comforting backdrop as you read Dumbledore's letter for the umpteenth time:

"Dearest (Y/N),

I trust this owl finds you well. It is with great pleasure and anticipation that I extend an invitation for you to join the esteemed faculty at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Flitwick, our longtime Charms instructor, has chosen to retire early, and your name emerged as a fitting successor.

Your expertise and dedication to the magical arts have not gone unnoticed. I believe your return to Hogwarts will enrich the academic environment and inspire the next generation of witches and wizards. The position is yours should you choose to accept, and I look forward to welcoming you back to the castle.

Yours sincerely, Albus Dumbledore Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"

You sighed, folding the letter before shoving it into your coat pocket. You leaned your head against the window, watching the scenery go by. As the train journey unfolded, the nostalgic reverie was interrupted. Abruptly, the train jolted to a stop, jarring you from your reverie. You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering what could have caused the sudden halt. Peering out of the compartment window, you noticed the somber atmosphere that had settled over the train.

A hushed murmur passed through the train, and a shiver ran down your spine as an eerie chill filled the air. The familiar warmth of the Hogwarts Express seemed to dissipate, replaced by an unsettling stillness.

In the corridor, shadows flickered ominously, and the ambient hum of conversation turned into uneasy whispers. Your confusion deepened, a sense of foreboding settling over her. Unaware of the impending encounter with Dementors, you exchanged puzzled glances with fellow passengers.

The compartment door slid open, revealing a group of hooded figures moving purposefully down the corridor. The air grew heavy with despair, and you felt an unexplainable weight on your chest. The dim light in the compartment seemed to dim further, casting an eerie pallor over everything.

A fleeting thought crossed your mind, wondering if this was some elaborate prank. However, you remember what you saw in the weekly newspaper, and you feel your stomach churn. The Ministry was looking for Sirius Black.

The chilling presence of Dementors filled the cabin, and your confusion gave way to a subtle dread. Your breath caught in your throat as the hooded figures glided past the compartment before leaving altogether. The inexplicable feeling of despair hung in the air, and you found yourself grappling with an emotion you couldn't put your finger on.

Peering through the compartment window, you caught sight of a man walking to the front of the train, obscured by shadows. A familiar chill ran down your spine, but you couldn't quite discern his identity.

As the train resumed its journey, the weight lifted, but the encounter lingered in your mind. The transient confusion had given way to a deeper awareness that the journey back to Hogwarts held more mysteries than you had initially anticipated.

The remainder of the journey was thankfully uneventful, and exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster led you to drift into a restless sleep. Just before fully surrendering to dreams, you heard the door to your compartment creak open slightly, a subtle intrusion that left you with a sense of curiosity.

You felt the train gradually slow down, pulling you from your slumber as it came to a halt. With a weary sigh, you gathered your belongings, the excitement of returning to Hogwarts now tinged with a layer of apprehension. As you stepped off the train, the castle loomed in the distance, its silhouette etched against the dark sky, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this return held more than just the promise of new beginnings.

Before you knew it, you were standing outside of the castle where you spent many of your adolescent years. Dumbledore welcomed you warmly, his blue eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles. "Ah, (Y/N), my dear. It warms my heart to see you return to Hogwarts. Your presence is a boon to our magical community."

"It's good to be back headmaster," you replied, a genuine, but tired smile on your face.

Dumbledore gestured towards the castle. "Before we delve into matters, let me help you find your living quarters. It has been some time since your last stay, and the castle may seem like a labyrinth."

Grateful for the guidance, you followed Dumbledore through the bustling platform and into the castle. The familiarity of the stone walls and the shifting staircases stirred a cascade of memories.

Dumbledore led you through winding corridors and staircases until you arrived at a charming wooden door. "Here we are, (Y/N)," he announced. "Your living quarters for the foreseeable future. I trust you'll find them quite comfortable."

As you stepped inside, the room revealed itself to be a cozy haven, adorned with warm colors and inviting furniture. It felt like a sanctuary within the castle's magical embrace.

"Take your time settling in, (Y/N)," Dumbledore advised. "Once you're ready, please join me in my office. There are matters we must discuss."

With a nod of gratitude, you watched as Dumbledore left, the door closing gently behind him. Alone in the room, you took a moment to absorb the atmosphere. Hogwarts felt both familiar and different, as if the castle itself held the secrets of a thousand stories.

After gathering your thoughts and putting your things away with the flick of your wand, you made your way to Dumbledore's office, guided by the familiar twists and turns.

As you entered Dumbledore's office, your eyes were drawn to the man already seated in one of the chairs facing the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling, acknowledged your presence.

"Ah, (Y/N), right on time. Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the remaining chair across from the mysterious man.

As you approached, the man's head turned in your direction, and your breath caught as you met his gaze. It was Remus Lupin, his warm eyes holding a mixture of surprise and recognition.

"(Y/N)," Remus uttered, his voice a quiet revelation that resonated in the room.

"Remus," you replied, a mixture of astonishment and joy coloring your tone. The room seemed to hum with unspoken emotions as Dumbledore observed the reunion.

"I believe introductions are in order," Dumbledore began, his eyes twinkling knowingly. "Remus Lupin, allow me to introduce (Y/N) (L/N), our new Charms professor. And (Y/N), this is Remus Lupin, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Your eyes locked, and a wave of nostalgia washed over you. It felt as though the years melted away, leaving only the echoes of your shared history.

"Quite the unexpected reunion, wouldn't you say?" Dumbledore remarked with a knowing smile, his gaze shifting between you and Remus.

Dumbledore leaned back in his high-backed chair, his fingers steepled beneath his bearded chin. The soft glow of the room's ambient light seemed to dance in his half-moon spectacles as he addressed the formalities.

"(Y/N), Remus, I trust that you both find your roles at Hogwarts both gratifying and challenging. The responsibilities that come with being educators are vast, but the rewards are immeasurable," Dumbledore began, his tone measured and grandfatherly.

"As our new Charms professor, (Y/N), I have every confidence that you will impart your extensive knowledge and passion for magic to our students. Your return is a welcomed addition to our academic family."

Turning his gaze to Remus, Dumbledore continued, "And Remus, my dear friend, I cannot express how pleased I am to have you back within these hallowed halls. Your dedication to the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is both admirable and much needed in these uncertain times."

You nodded appreciatively, the gravity of your role sinking in. Remus, too, inclined his head in acknowledgment of the responsibility entrusted to him.

"Now, as we embark on a new school year, I must emphasize the importance of unity among the staff. The challenges ahead will undoubtedly require cooperation and understanding. I trust that both of you will uphold the values that Hogwarts holds dear," Dumbledore concluded, his gaze shifting between you and Remus.

Dumbledore's gaze, though kind, became somber as he broached another topic. "There is one more matter we must discuss, one that may cast a shadow over the upcoming term. Sirius Black, a name that resonates through our world with both tragedy and mystery."

He paused, allowing the weight of the name to settle in the room. "(Y/N), Remus, though I am sure you have already heard, I must inform you that Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban. The circumstances surrounding his imprisonment are murky, and the Ministry is fervently searching for him."

A heavy silence hung in the room, the mention of Sirius Black injecting an undercurrent of tension. "(Y/N), as a member of the Hogwarts staff, and Remus, given your history with him, I must ask you to exercise caution. The safety of our students is of the utmost importance." Remus nodded solemnly, his expression reflecting the complexities of emotions tied to his old friend.

Dumbledore, sensing the gravity of the discussion, allowed a soft smile to touch his lips. "Now, my dear professors, let us not let these dark times overshadow the joyous occasion of your return. We have much to celebrate and look forward to. I invite you both to the Great Hall for dinner. I shall be along in a few minutes."

You and Remus exchanged glances before standing up and shuffling out of the door. As they exited Dumbledore's office, the bustling sounds of students and the aroma of a delicious feast wafted through the air.

"Well, I must say, this a delightful surprise," Remus said, a warm smile on his face.

You glance up at the man who kept his gaze forward before replying, a small smile of your own settling across your lips, "It's been far too long."

As you both walked side by side towards the Great Hall, the echoes of shared memories and the gaps of time that separated you created a subtle tension in the air. You couldn't help but notice the height difference between you. Remus towered over you, his tall and lean frame drawing attention. His attire, while seemingly a bit outdated, exuded a timeless charm that suited him well. You observed the scars on his face, a feature that had always intrigued you. The origin of those scars remained a mystery. Yet rather than diminishing his charm, the scars seemed to enhance it, giving him an alluring and rugged quality.

"I've missed this place," Remus admitted, glancing around the familiar surroundings.

"So have I," you agreed, a nostalgic smile playing on your lips.

Remus looked like he wanted to say something, a question or perhaps a sentiment left unspoken for too long.

Yet, after a moment of contemplation, he chose not to voice whatever was on his mind. The unspoken words lingered, leaving a trace of curiosity in the air, but Remus simply offered you a small, reassuring smile. The awkwardness of the silence melted away as the doors to the Great Hall swung open.

As the grand entrance of the Great Hall loomed before you both, Remus, ever the gentleman, gestured with a slight bow, indicating for you to go in first. A faint smile played on his lips, and his hand gently touched the small of your back as you stepped through the massive doors.

The contact was subtle, a genteel gesture that spoke volumes. The warmth of Remus's touch sent a cascade of emotions through you—nostalgia, familiarity, and perhaps something more.

The Great Hall greeted you with its radiant glow, its enchanted ceiling mirroring the starry sky. The tables were laden with delicious dishes, and the murmur of animated conversations echoed in the cavernous space.

Remus followed closely behind, his presence a comforting anchor. The touch on your lower back lingered just long enough to create a lingering sensation, leaving you in a state of gentle bewilderment. It was as if the touch carried the weight of unspoken words, a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey that had brought you back to Hogwarts.

As you both found your seats at the professor's table, the emotions stirred by that fleeting touch lingered, adding a layer of complexity to the reunion. The unspoken connection between you and Remus seemed to dance in the air, an undercurrent that wove through the fabric of the magical atmosphere. Dumbledore opened with a welcoming speech, introducing you and Remus as the new Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, to which you both shyly stood and waved. As the feast unfolded, the feeling of that small, tender touch lingered, leaving you with a sense of warmth and anticipation that awaited the new school year.

[scriberye]

I had this idea that Jason would probably love fairy tales and Pamela would read a book of them to him. So, I hope you also read Peter Pan or else the thimble and acorn reference will be completely lost. I know it's an acorn button, but work with me here.

You and Jason have a tentative understanding. An unspoken agreement that you’ll keep to your cabin, and he will leave you alone. It’s tempting to go swim in the lake, or wander the forest, but you don’t — Jason doesn’t allow it. You tread carefully, only exploring the bit of forest around your cabin.

Not too far from your cabin stands a large, weathered stump. You’re uncertain when it happened, or why, but somehow it became a place of silent communication between you and Jason. In the early mornings, with the sky painted gold, you’d leave supplies on the stump for him. By evening, he’d leave something for you in return.

It’s an odd arrangement, but you can’t deny the happiness you feel from it. Maybe it’s from the isolation, but you feel as if you’ve formed something akin to friendship with Jason.

And you’re content with this.

Until you aren’t.

One morning, you approach the stump with a flutter in your chest and a silver thimble clutched in your hands. It’s old. Worn from years of use. Well-loved. You place it down on the stump, hoping it will convey the feelings you can’t say aloud. A confession you hope won’t break the rules.

Days pass, and although the thimble is gone, Jason has left nothing in return. Your heart breaks, and doubts creep out from the dark corners of your mind. You’ve overstepped — and you jump at every shadow.

One morning, you check for the last time.

There’s an acorn on the stump. Perfectly polished and painted red. Your heart leaps with joy, and you know without a doubt now, he understands. You cradle the precious gift close to your chest and head home.

Before you make it to the steps of the porch, a shadow at the tree line catches your attention. There, at the invisible boundary that keeps the cabin safe, stands Jason — silently seeking permission.

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and you beckon him closer. Jason takes a hesitant step forward, gauging your reaction, and when you don’t run, he continues. Your heart thuds hard as he approaches, each step bringing him closer to you.

[missr3n3]

yes there is art im planning based on the new episode. however, i become possessed by visions so

[rhithefella-sillytimes]

WOOO LORESWAP

Love wins? Love wins.

So true <3

[analoghorrorisyummy]

Cabin tales cuz I watched the new episode AND rewatched the first episode sooooooo… yknow we gotta draw the Peter persona… mehehehehehe 😈

look at it. It’s nasty. It’s a FREAK!!!!! And I love it. /pos /aff