#death note rem x reader

[dearestones]

Horrifying Meet Cute (Yandere! Rem x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, etc. 

Anonymous Request: Now that promps are open, can I now request Yandere Rem with a gn!Human darling? Could I have the "Why should I trust you" Prompt for Yandere Rem?

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Sometimes, life led you down a path that you weren’t keen on treading, but had to anyway. One day, you were a normal person with a boring office job and with limited prospects for the future. The next day, you were confronted with the reality that there were beings and worlds that were well outside the scope of your very understanding. 

When you were about to put away your shoes from a day at work, you saw a scrap of paper on the floor. Unobtrusive and trivial, you didn’t think much of it when you bent down, shoes still held in one hand, and your fingers brushed against a corner of the paper. As you stood up from your bent posture, you flipped the paper over, expecting to see maybe a hastily scrawled address or phone number, but found that there was nothing, only creases. Shrugging, you relaxed your posture, but as you did so, you were face to face with the most grotesque creature you had ever seen in your life. 

Uselessly, you could only back up against your apartment door, the shoes tumbling from your hand and onto the floor. Instinct had you opening your mouth to scream, but social convention had you at gunpoint. Downstairs, you had elderly neighbors and most of the time, it was thoughtless to even think about earning their ire for making more noise than what was necessary. Instead, what came out of your mouth was a hushed gasp that was caught between a shriek and a whimper. 

The creature, with its strange skeletal structure, oddly dyed hair, and piercing one-eyed gaze, skulked forward. Even though it was taller than you by at least a foot and its hulking mass took up most of the width in the hallway, its steps were silent and almost graceful. Oddly enough, you were reminded of a ballerina–that was just how elegant the creature was. 

All of your analysis stuttered to a halt when the creature spoke. 

“It’s about time we talked.”

About time? What did that mean?

You balked, cognizantly aware that all you had to do was reach behind you, grasp your doorknob, and then twist. It didn’t matter if you were hallucinating or if there was truly a specter of horrific features–you had to leave. The longer you stood at the precipice of your apartment, fleeting freedom only moments away from being available to you, the more you knew that your chance of getting away was becoming less and less viable by the moment. However, when you finally got the chance to right your head upon your shoulders, the creature appeared in front of you, almost as if teleported in front of you.

You swallowed. 

Hallucination or not, this felt too real. 

“Forgive me for disturbing you,” the creature apologizes. It bows its head, almost in shame, but you can tell it hopes that you will forgive it. There’s something earnest in its posture, but at the same, you can only remember the slit in its sickly yellow eye. A predator, you can’t help but think. A creature that could easily eat you alive if you let it. “But I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to introduce myself now.”

It’s at this point that you speak. Your words are shaky, a stammer that was reminiscent of young children giving their first presentations in school. Still, you press on, and hope that whatever this encounter was, it would end soon. 

“Go on then,” you mumble, moreso out of self-preservation than out of true curiosity or politeness. “What’s your name?”

Something told you that this creature already knew yours.

“Rem.” It paused, as if preparing for the grand reveal of information that would change your life. And it would. “I am a shinigami and I have fallen in love with you.”

If the first admonition stopped your heart in surprise, the second one restarted it and then caused it to beat even faster. You’ve heard of shinigami before, of course, but you thought that they were only objects of superstition! There was no way that this strange being could take away your life with a simple thought! As that thought settled deep into your mind, you tried to read into the second thing the creature had told you.

It–no, Rem–loved you.

Shinigami don’t love people.

They couldn’t. They only took away people’s lives. 

The shock and disgust must have shown on your face because the shinigami bowed its head low, but its one lone eye continued to stare hungrily at you. Predator, you couldn’t help but think again. An apex predator who was cornering helpless prey. 

Rem took something from behind them. At first, you thought that maybe it would be something gruesome, like a severed head or a beating heart, but you felt yourself calming down slightly when you saw that it was a pitch black notebook. Atop the cover, there was something written there in English. It took a second for you to decipher the foreign language, but years of classes were enough to let you know that this notebook was called “Death Note”. 

“A gift. For our first meeting.”

Rem held out their hand, the bony carapace that reminded you of a human skeleton clicking with every moment, notebook still in hand. The shinigami waited and despite yourself, you hesitantly reached out and took it. The notebook felt… normal. It shouldn’t have disturbed you as much as it should–you’ve used notebooks for your entire life–but when you compounded the normalcy of something a student would use with the presence of a god… It blew your mind. 

“Why?” Your voice was tight, a quiet whisper that most humans could not hear. 

But Rem wasn’t human, now were they?

“Because I want you to trust me.”

Swallowing thickly, you couldn’t help but ask, “Why should I trust you?”

The shinigami didn’t smile, but you could tell that there was the seeds of glee and ecstasy in their gaze. “Because you can use the Death Note to kill me… if you so wish it.”

The notebook felt even heavier in your hand. 

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

[callie-the-creator]

insomniac

sfw. warnings: reader is fmab, mentions of kira and his murders, l can’t sleep, etc.

author’s note: i miss l so much. :(

l sat in his characteristic crouch on the edge of his chair, fingers entwined, eyes intently focused on the monitors before him. the task force headquarters was dimly lit, the flickering screens casting a bluish hue across the room. he had spent countless hours reviewing evidence, piecing together clues, and trying to identify kira, but the elusive criminal mastermind continued to evade him. l won't rest or, at the very least, he refused to. his main focus consisted of two things: keeping y/n— his girlfriend— safe and away from any danger and catching kira (l had dedicated the past few years to the investigation pursuing kira), a figure known to kill those whom he deems morally unworthy of life.

so many criminals have died.

his mind raced with possibilities, tracing and retracing steps, connecting and disconnecting dots. his suspicions often circled back to the same few individuals, but without concrete evidence, he was trapped in a maddening loop of speculation. he needed proof, something tangible that could lead to an arrest. the gnawing uncertainty kept him awake, denying him the rest his body craved.

as the hours dragged into the early morning, l's eyes, bloodshot and weary, drifted to the cot where his girlfriend, y/n, lay sleeping. her presence had been a rare comfort in his life, a steadying force amidst the chaos. she stirred slightly, her breathing deep and rhythmic, oblivious to the turmoil that raged within him. "y/n...?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. he wasn't expecting an answer; he just needed to hear the sound of her name, something to anchor him to reality.

she groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "hmm...whaaaat?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. it was clear she wasn't pleased about being woken up, but she tried to focus on him nonetheless.

l hesitated, his mind teetering on the edge of a precipice. he knew what he was about to ask could shatter the fragile peace they had, but he couldn't suppress the question any longer. "would you betray me?" he asked.

y/n blinked, her drowsiness giving way to confusion. "what are you talking about?" she inquired, pushing herself up on one elbow. "why would you ask something like that?" she added.

l’s gaze remained fixed on her, searching for any hint of deceit, any flicker of guilt. but all he saw was a concern, her eyes wide and earnest in the dim light. "i’ve been thinking…” he began, his voice steady but laced with tension, "about kira, about the people who might be capable of such things. and it occurred to me that...i don't know if i can trust anyone anymore." he said, sadly.

she sat up fully, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, her hair all messy. "l, you know me," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "we’ve been through so much together. how can you even think i would betray you?" she questioned, despite knowing very well that l had every right to not trust her. after all, he was the head of the investigation and thus the arch nemesis of kira. he must remain vigilant, it is all he can do to ensure his safety.

"i don't know what to think anymore…” he admitted, his tone betraying the depth of his internal struggle. "i just…can't afford to make any mistakes. you know that.” he sighed. this was the last conversation that he wanted to have with y/n, despite it needing to be addressed.

y/n reached out, her hand covering his. "listen to me," she said firmly, her touch grounding him. "i am not kira. i would never do anything to hurt you or anyone else. you have to believe that." she partially pleaded with him. if they wanted to put their relationship on ice because of this minor bump in the road, then so be it, but y/n is sure that it would only result in hurting them.

l’s eyes softened, the storm within them momentarily calmed by her words. he wanted to believe her, to cling to the hope that at least one part of his life remained untouched by kira's darkness. "i want to believe you.” he said quietly, "but i can't let my guard down. not even for you,” he said matter-of-factly. “i’m sorry…”

y/n sighed deeply. she then slid out from under the warm blankets, her bare feet meeting the cold floor with a shiver. standing beside him, she gazed down at him, his hunched form bathed in the eerie glow of the computer screens. leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before she ran her hands through his unruly black hair. "can you at least come to bed then?" she asked softly.

the night had stretched on for far too long, and the first light of dawn would soon pierce the gloom. l shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling almost imperceptibly. "don’t know," he replied, his tone detached and distant, eyes never leaving the monitors.

y/n let out a small, plaintive whine, her worry for him bubbling to the surface. she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him into a tender embrace. "please?" she murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "you need to rest. just a little while…”

l felt the warmth of her breath against his skin, the comforting pressure of her body against his back. for a moment, he allowed himself to be still, to feel the weight of her concern and the depth of her affection. he glanced at her, then at the clock on the wall, the numbers blurring slightly in his tired vision. his gaze returned to her, meeting her pleading eyes. "fine," he said finally, his voice tinged with reluctant resignation before mustering a small, almost imperceptible smile. "but five minutes is all you’re getting."

[yanderes-galore]

Misa/Rem (Death note) Platonic/Romantic Team up Misa friends darling 🪲 [Shiny Bug Anon]

Yeesh... as if having one yandere isn't bad enough. You also get the supernatural enabling her. If Rem's character is off, it's because it's been a bit since I've seen the source material.

Yandere! Misa Amane + Rem with Friend! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic - "Sharing"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Murder, Possessive behavior/Jealousy, Isolation, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Alright, this is my idea for the pair dynamic.

The primary yandere is Misa as you both are friends.

She can either be romantic or platonic, but it's clear Misa is... attached.

Even more so if you were friends before her modeling career.

Now she has to deal with all these creeps...

But at least she has you, right?

When it comes to Rem, I feel Rem is more of a guardian to the both of you.

Not only that but... The Shinigami sees how happy you make Misa.

Rem never liked Light using Misa.

Rem thinks the girl deserves someone who actually cares for her.

Rem believes you are that person.

Due to this I can see Rem... encouraging Misa's obsession once she shifts her attention to you.

She just seems so much... happier with you.

As we all know, Rem cares for Misa, even if it's against the rules for Shinigami to feel such a way.

If you make Misa happy... Rem will do anything to preserve that.

If you think about it... such a team up is terrifying.

It would be different from Light and Ryuk, as Ryuk could care less about Light compared to Rem and Misa.

Not only do you have Misa, who already has obsessive behavior without me needing to do anything, on your trail...

But she has a Shinigami aiding her.

It's... unfair for you.

Misa is a very hyperactive person, often childish and cheerful.

Due to how she acts around people, I can see her being clingy with you as her friend.

She often calls you on the phone... or visits your home.

I can see Misa talking the ear off her obsession.

She's someone who adores your attention.

Even more so if her obsession isn't platonic... or changing over from platonic....

It's canonical that Misa doesn't put much meaning on life.

As a Death Note user, all it takes is a name and a face for someone to die.

Plus, she's had her life saved countless times.

She's been known to kill to get her way in canon.

All thanks to help from Rem.

The scariest part about this match up is the fact you have no idea Rem exists.

Rem, who is no doubt helping keep you in Misa's grasp, is beyond your comprehension without touching the Death Note.

Rem's view of you isn't entirely adoration like how she feels towards Misa.

In fact, Rem is mostly doing this for Misa.

So, if Misa rants about you liking someone else or spending time with someone else, I can see the two easily getting rid of the person.

Nothing should threaten Misa's happiness.

The same would go for you if you decide to try and leave Misa.

I can see Rem helping Misa get closer to you.

You constantly feel like you're being watched... which could be by either of them.

No one around you is safe because of the whole Shinigami eye deal.

You'd have no clue that Misa is the one isolating you.

Misa doesn't seem as cunning as Light... yet she's still be able to keep other people away from you with help from Rem.

So... There's no choice but for you to hang out with your friend, right...?

Misa is thankful Rem cares enough to help her.

All the scary deaths and missing people no doubt make you stick close to her.

Safety in groups, right?

Plus, surely you're concerned for her too?

You're blissfully unaware that your modeling friend is manipulating you by killing off those around you.

Honestly, the only way you'd learn of this fact is if you touched the Death Note.

Which is something that most likely won't happen... unless it's by accident or Misa wants it.

For example, maybe you get in a fight with Misa.

You two are quite close but you end up catching her being cruel and manipulative towards someone you talk to.

You argue about wanting space, only for Misa to impulsively thwack you with something after feeling hurt.

You pause, baffled she hit you...

Only to freeze when you see Rem staring down at you from behind Misa.

Once you're able to see Rem, I can see you being more attentive to Misa...

Who can blame you? You just found out your friend is connected to the supernatural...

You also find out your friend has been eliminating everyone you talk to that isn't her...

All thanks to that Shinigami behind her.

Safe to say, you're terrified, all the time.

Especially when Rem stalks you for Misa, whom eagerly wants to know what her friend is doing all the time.

There's no one to ask for help, who is there to ask for help...?

Misa would probably have them killed.

Probably finding the situation funny.

Unlike Light, she doesn't think all of her kills through.

If she wants them gone, they're gone.

Rem goes along with it because Misa's happy.

Rem is only fond of you because Misa is obsessed with you.

How could Rem not help when she sees the model cling to you whenever she sees you.

We already know through her interactions with Light that she gets jealous easily.

Now that she has Rem and the Death Note, it's not an issue!

They're dead before they're too close.

She has no problem with this, either.

Misa only seems to care about a few people.

Light, Rem, and you.

So... as you're very close to her... She naturally wants you all to herself.

It rough for you.

At some point, no doubt due to being intimidated by Rem, you give up finding new friends.

This thrills Misa.

Great! Now she doesn't have to worry about you forgetting about her.

She's always been your best friend.

If she isn't dating Light or no longer loves him, she could be your girlfriend too.

But... Either way works for her!

As long as you're hers, she couldn't be happier.

She's always giggling with you, saying how much she adores you, all while you're hoping Rem stays merciful.

Rem loves to see Misa happy... she always seems happy with you...

Which just means Rem will have to keep you two together, no matter what, it's what Misa would want....

[lalasworld2x]

Oneshots and Headcanons Masterlist:

SLASHERS/HORROR

• After Work Cuddles - Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba Sawyer x Reader

• Bubba Sawyer x Cleaner Reader

• Thomas Hewitt Headcanons

• Hours and Hours - Thomas Hewitt

• Thomas Hewitt x Cleaner Reader

• Thomas Hewitt x Sick Reader

• Nubbins Sawyer x Reader ⚠️

• Art the Clown x Reader Headcanons

• Confetti - Art the Clown x Reader Imagine

• Jason Voorhees x Reader Headcanons

• Brahms Heelshire x Reader

• Taking Care of Brahms’ Wounds

• Patrick Bateman x Reader

• Taking Care of Hyde - Jekyll and Hyde

• Chubby Reader x GN!Ghostface

SHREDDER TMNT

• Reader x Shredder Headcanons

• Sleeping in Bed Together

• Doing His Makeup + Skincare

• Cold Shredder

• Pregnant Reader

• After Baby is Born

• Silly Goofy Headcanons

• Cooking Together

• Reader Forces Shredder to Play Games

• Yoga Together

• Reading with Shredder

• Fem!Shredder

DCU

• Home - Harley Quinn

• Harley Quinn x Reader Headcanons

• Dating the Joker

• Dating Poison Ivy

ANIME

• Dabi with a Pet Cat

• Dating Ryuk and/or Rem

• The Raid - Shigaraki x Reader

• Mahito with a Pet Cat

COMING SOON:

Shredder…

Shigaraki…

Sawyer Brothers…

Catwoman…

Jekyll and Hyde…

Art the clown…

Near…

Dabi…

Twice…

Overhaul…

Batty Boop…

[frostedcats]

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• any ship (if it s not problematic) (polyamory is welcomed)

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I will NOT write

• nsfw

• any kind of discrimination (homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc...).

• large age gap

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I will draw

• gore

• any ship (if it s not problematic) (polyamory is welcomed)

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[ellecdc]

can i request a poly!marauders where the reader just tends to wonder off, like she’s suspended to be in class but she just talking to one of the portraits or just outside staring at the sky and sometimes james and/or sirius follow her so remus has to round them up

so stinkin' cute - thanks for your request lovie!

~please note: my requests are currently closed as I work through some of my older requests~

poly!marauders x fem whimsical!reader

“I don’t mean to alarm you boys,” Marlene started, not looking at all concerned about alarming them in the slightest. “But I think you might be missing a member of your group.”

Sirius and James looked to each other in horror as Remus let out an exasperated sigh.

“Where is she?” Remus asked impatiently.

“I swear she was just behind me...” James admitted, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. 

“She cannot miss lunch, she hardly sat down long enough for breakfast this morning.” Remus commented mostly to himself as he headed back the way he came, hoping to quickly find wherever you’d wandered off to.

Although your whimsy and excitement in life was one of the things the boys most admired about you, it did make Remus worry from time to time that you’d forget to look after yourself.

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, however, seeing as you had three boyfriends here to help you out on that end. Though, it didn’t speak very highly of them when they kept losing you.

There were very few moments in his life he was particularly grateful for his lycanthropy, but this was perhaps one of them.

He could smell you before he heard you, and he heard you before he saw you. 

He rounded a corner which was disturbingly far from the Great Hall, meaning they’d lost you quite some time ago, and saw you conversing with a portrait of the Fat Friar. 

“From what I’ve learned both in life and in death, forgiveness is not only for the other person, but also for yourself.” The Fat Friar said to you. Remus paused in his steps to enjoy the uninhibited smile that graced your face. 

“Have you ever met someone unworthy of forgiveness, Friar?” You asked, your serene voice drifting down the hallway and gracing Remus’ ears.

“Not in my nearly 1000 years.” He answered.

Your smile grew impossibly wider at that. “Me either.”

Remus couldn’t take it anymore, he resumed his trek towards you, and though he’d been going for stern, he knew his face looked impossibly lovesick as you turned your beaming smile onto him.

“Hi Rem.” You called softly, turning away from the portrait and towards your boyfriend.

“We thought we lost you, dovey.” He reprimanded as he reached for your face, resting one hand on either cheek and tilting your face up towards him.

“I’m never very far.” You answered. Remus was torn between wanting to roll his eyes fondly and thanking you for ensuring that this was true.

“Any amount of space is too far, my love.” He said instead, placing a lingering kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed and you let out a pleased hum. 

“Why’d you wander off, dove?” He asked as he pulled back, keeping your face secured in his hands and rubbing your cheekbones with his thumbs. 

“I saw a dedalian key fly by, but as I was following it, I saw the portrait of Ferdinand Octavius Pratt who was very upset because the Fat Friar’s ghost insisted that he let go of old grudges. So, I figured I’d ask the Friar his side of the story. And, well, here we are.” You finished, smiling up at him like having him find you here had been your master plan all along.

“Here we are.” He murmured back, wondering how on earth he and his boyfriends managed to land something as impossibly sweet as you. 

Speaking of said boyfriends, Remus’ thoughts were interrupted by the sound of two heavy footfalls as the sods came running up to the two of you.

“There you are dollface! We were worried sick.” Sirius proclaimed as he all but shoved Remus out of the way and took his place, holding your face in his hands and peppering your head with kisses.

You giggled and pulled back slightly, which Sirius allowed but kept you safe within his grasp.

“You needn’t worry, Sirius. I was in wonderful company.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow and Remus translated for him.

“She was busy talking to the Fat Friar when I found her.”

Sirius nodded in understanding before he narrowed his eyes at you. “He wasn’t making moves on you, was he?”

You laughed as if Sirius had made some very funny joke, and Remus laughed along with you even though he could tell Sirius wasn’t  entirely convinced. 

“I’m sorry we lost you, angel.” James said somewhat meekly. Remus knew though that he was mostly apologizing to Remus and less to you.

“That’s quite alright Jamie.” You assured him. “I would have found you later.”

Some tension left James’ shoulders as he smiled at you, sharing a shy glance with Remus before continuing. “You didn’t eat much for breakfast since you were so excited about the Grindylow’s hatching, so...” He said as he pulled out a tote bag from behind his back. “Pads and I ran to the kitchens and packed a picnic. Would you like to head down to the Black Lake now?”

If Remus’ heart grew two sizes at the sentiment, yours must have grown three.

“Oh, Jamie!” You nearly squealed, pulling him into a hug that he eagerly reciprocated. 

“I’d love that! Thank you!” You cheered, stepping back towards Sirius who quickly hooked your arm in his – a guarantee that he wouldn’t lose you this time.

“After you then, m’lady.” Sirius said seductively with a wink, causing you to giggle again as the two of you turned and headed towards the school grounds. 

Remus quickly pulled James up against his side and pressed a kiss into his hair.

“You’re such a sweet boy, James Potter.” He murmured, feeling the fondness ooze right out of his being for this man he somehow got to call his. 

“Yeah?” James asked, sending Remus a beaming smile.

Remus smiled and accepted a searing kiss from the quidditch chaser.

James let out a pleased sigh as he pulled out of the kiss and walked in step with Remus, looking ahead to watch you and Sirius nearly skip down the hall. It was incredibly lighthearted, though Remus noticed Sirius possessively pull you into his side as you two walked past the ghost of the Fat Friar who exchanged nothing more than a polite head nod with you.

“We’re so lucky.” James commented.

Remus couldn’t help but agree.

[entitled-fangirl]

The astronomy professor.

Severus Snape x Lupin!reader (past James Potter x reader)

Summary: it's Harry's third year, and the reader is beyond excited that her brother is becoming the boy's professor. When the two siblings goof off together before one of their classes, the reader realizes just how much she's grown attached to Snape.

Warnings: Death, grief, guilt, fighting, talks of threatening behavior, etc.

Author's note: I'm planning on working on the next piece of "His betrothed" soon! Also... maybe a Remus Lupin x reader???

Masterlist

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Severus scowled at the other end of the professors table in the Great Hall, while next to him, Y/N smiled brightly.

They had both had quite different viewpoints of the newest DADA professor.

Remus Lupin.

Being a Lupin herself, she was beyond excited that her older brother was coming to teach.

And he was quite excited to be there as well.

The two were close during their time at Hogwarts. She was often seen flitting around the Marauders like a pesky gnat.

None of them ever thought of her as pesky though. 

She was Remus' younger sister, and therefore, their own younger sister.

And throughout their time in school, she had developed a large crush on James Potter.

The only person who ever knew about it was Remus.

And while it absolutely killed her, she was happy when James and Lily started dating.

Then were engaged.

Then married.

Then had Harry.

That was just the kind of person Y/N was. Though it destroyed her, she couldn't help still feeling joyful for him.

Imagine her pain the day he died.

That's how she got to this point now.

So close to Severus Snape.

Because they both bonded together over one thing:

That James and Lily Potter could've had very different lives if they hadn't ended up with each other.

…

Remus approached Y/N after the dinner, grabbing her elbow gently from behind. She turned away from her conversation with Minerva to look at him, "Oh, Remus. What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing. It's just… can I talk to you?"

Minerva intervenes, "Go on, you two. We'll finish this conversation later, Professor Lupin." She pauses, "Well, I guess now you're both Professor Lupin. Hmm." 

She walks off.

Y/N turns around to him. "There's something wrong with you. Don't lie. We've been siblings for far too long to make you think you can lie to me."

He sighs and pulls her arm, dragging her out of the Great Hall.

Severus, with his ever watchful gaze, notices the urgency in which Remus drags her away.

He didn't miss the tall werewolf at all.

…

"He's just so tall, isn't he?" Remus asked joyfully.

She smiles, "Oh, yes. And Harry is so smart. That, or he's quite good at copying off of Ms. Granger. You'll figure it out when you get there."

"He looks just like James." Remus said with distant look in his eyes.

Y/N smiled at the thought, "Yes. But, he looks like Lily, too. Imagine if he had her red hair. He'd fit in with the Weasleys just fine!"

The two siblings laughed loudly in the middle of the deserted corridor.

It was if they were students again.

She looked back at him, "I really have missed you, Rem."

He sighed, "I'm sorry for my actions after… you know."

"Remus, I don't blame you for reacting to all of it the way you did-"

"-you really can, though. You should."

She stepped back, shaking her head, "No. I don't care what happened in the past."

"You're my sister and I pushed you away," he reminded her. "All because I was too weak."

She scoffed, "You're not weak. You've never been weak. Remus, don't-"

"-NO!" He pushed, "I pushed you away after he died because. every. single. time I looked at you after that, I saw him."

Her mouth opened slightly as she registered his words. She moved to speak, but couldn't trust her own voice.

He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look. I'm sorry. That's nothing of your concern, and I don't know why I bothered you with it."

"You… you really saw him in me?" She asked.

"I still do." 

"What's going on down here?" Severus's voice boomed down the hall as he approached the two.

Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Y/N turned to look at him, "Just catching up. It's been far too long."

"And still not long enough," Severus said.

"Severus," she scolded.

Remus chuckled lightly, "Nice to see you, too, Snivelus."

"Remus," she scolded towards him now.

The two completely ignored her as they glared at each other.

She sighed, "Let's just pretend we all get along? Please."

Severus grumbled under her breath, but agreed.

Remus considered her question carefully, and finally nodded.

…

Now, Y/N sat on Severus's desk as he carefully brewed a potion on one of his standing desks.

"Are you happy to be here with your brother again?" He asked as small talk.

She nodded, "Yes. I missed his laugh most dreadfully."

He nodded, throwing another ingredient into the cauldron.

She grabbed a stack of papers on his desk, looking at each one carefully.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"These are second-year essays, yes?"

"Yes."

She nodded, moving now to sit at his desk. She grabbed his quill and ink. "I'll grade these for you while we talk."

He quickly moved towards the desk, "No. I will grade them another time. Don't do my work for me. You do enough."

She looked up at him with a puzzled brow, "Why? You're busy with your potion. I thought it only fair…"

He stepped back in thought, "It would be a nuisance to you. You won't enjoy the content."

She laughed, "No one enjoys reading or writing essays about anything magical. Everyone would rather just see or do it."

"But that's how they learn." He counter argued. 

She shook her head, "No, that's how you teach."

He tilts his head, "And what do you do for Astronomy, darling?"

She smiles, "They draw what they see. The constellations. Then sometimes, I make them come up with new names for each one. When they get older, they get to write stories for them. Come up with their own backstory for how it got in the sky."

He nodded, "But each constellation has its own story already."

"They do. And I tell them those. If people in history can choose what to believe about them, why can't my students? And trust me when I say I haven't had a single student fail the exam for it in four years."

Severus stirred the potion as he listened, "I just don't see how it's helpful, is all."

She shrugs, "As long as they learn, who cares?"

He smiles just barely, "I'll never understand how your little mind works."

She missed the way he almost ruined the potion due to his interest in their conversation.

…

"So, what's in your lesson plans for today, Professor Lupin?" Y/N asked excitedly.

"Well," Remus said, "Today, I figured the third years would get to face a boggart."

She gasped, "You got your hands on a boggart?"

He nodded, "Hagrid helped me, of course."

"How much longer until your class?"

He looked down at his watch, "Hmm, 40 minutes, I'd say."

She smirked, "Still think our fears are what they always were?"

He tilted his head back and forth, "I'd say so. I mean, we're older but… we're still who we used to be. It's worth a try." He smirked.

She practically skipped with excitement toward the bureau in his classroom. "Merlin, you're already better than the last DADA professor, Rem."

He furrowed his brow, "How so?"

"Well," she recalled, "I heard from a Weasley that he opened the cage of 15 Cornish pixies into the second year class. Caused a major disruption. And then… his personality, of course."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know about others, but, he would not let me alone. He asked me out almost every other day. It was so tiring. But then, one day, he just… quit bothering me."

Remus pondered her words, "What would make him quit?"

She shook her head, "I don't really know, Rem."

He huffed, "Well, I gotta know now. Think, dear sister."

Y/N looked up in thought, "It was after Christmas break. But… before the Chamber was opened. It doesn't matter, honestly. I much rather be goofing off before your class starts. C'mon."

Remus smiles and stands in front of the bureau with his wand, "Alright."

She opens the door slowly.

The boggart immediately shifts into the full moon.

Y/N sighs at the sight.

He was still scared of who he was when the full moon appeared.

"I suppose nothing has changed," he stated.

She nods.

She walks in front of her brother to face the boggart next.

It takes its time to shift, making her rethink her decision to do this.

It shifted to something much different.

Severus Snape's dead body.

Her face dropped quickly at the sight and her eyes widened.

She knew it wasn't real. She knew it wasn't real.

Why does it look so fucking real?

Remus looks over her shoulder with a gasp.

And neither of them move for a minute.

Finally, her voice breaks through the silence, "Rem?"

He nods, "Yeah. Yeah. I… I got it."

Remus steps in front of her, waving his wand and whisking the creature back into the bureau.

The door shuts and locks, but the siblings remain just as quiet.

As if spooked, Y/N bolts out of the classroom door.

She runs as quickly as her legs can carry her, almost running into sleepy students multiple times.

She throws the door open.

The door to Severus's classroom.

He stands up from his desk slightly startled by her sudden intrusion.

Her entire body relaxes as she sees him.

"Is everything alright?" He asked suspiciously.

She shakes her head, looking down at her feet in embarrassment. 

Severus nods, walking up to her slowly. "I have twenty minutes before class. Why don't you come sit?"

When she doesn't move at all, he reaches forward and gently grabs her bicep.

At the contact, she suddenly wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly.

He grunted in surprise, but made no move to get away from her.

In fact, he even wrapped his own arms around her. 

"What has got you so worked up?"

She sighs into his chest, "I don't know. Everything just… clicked today."

"It what?"

"It all makes sense."

He leaned back just barely to see her face, "Such as?"

"You told Lockhart to let me alone last year, didn't you?"

He stiffened, "I… may have."

"Thank you."

"Don't. It was nothing."

She nods, pulling away from him, "I'm sorry for all this. I just… had… a moment earlier and… needed to make sure you were alright."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugs, "It seems that the people I like don't have a great track record of… staying alive, is all."

He tilts his head, "People you 'like'?"

Y/N blushes, "Um. People I enjoy the company of. You know."

"And you enjoy my company?" He asked in a teasing way.

"How could I not?" She finally regains her thoughts, "I should go before your class starts. Granger will be here any minute."

He nods, "Perhaps you may come by later to assist me with grading?"

She smiles, "Only if you let them draw pictures at some point."

Severus sighs, "Alright."

She bits her bottom lip to hold in her laugh. "Alright then. It's a date."

She begins to walk out.

"And Darling?" He asked.

She turned in the doorway to look at him, "Yes?"

"I didn't tell Lockhart to let you alone. I threatened him quite severely."

She tilted her head, "How?"

He shrugged, "Does it matter?"

She shakes her head with a light blush on her cheeks. 

Oh, Remus will eat this up.

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[soleilnewspaper]

Ever since Potions class…

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Summary: In the wake of your feelings being revealed, Sirius and Remus are forced to face the aftermath. James grows increasingly frustrated with the two and decides to play matchmaker.

Pairing: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of self loathing and one’s inner demons, swearing, use of Y/N.

Word count: 3.6k

AN: Okay so I’m not sure if I entirely love how this turned out but here we go. If you do enjoy this, please do all the tumblr things, reblog, like and ect!! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

In the wake of your impulsive rush out of class left your classmates were left in a state of shock and amusement.

A few snickers from the group of girls situated near left wing right at the back was the Professor’s last straw. It goes without saying. Hormonal teenagers and love potions never pair well together.

“Could we perhaps return to the lesson?” Slughorn’s voice momentarily brought the classroom to a silent halt. “I highly doubt this will be on your potions exam.” He stated making sure to put extra emphasis on this in reference to the gossiping girls.

His voice fell to deaf ears as the class continued to grow louder.

“Bloody hell, do ye not have anythin’ better to do your lives?” A voice shouted from the back of the classroom causing everyone to focus on the blonde Gryffindor girl it had come from.

“Thank you for your effort, Miss McKinnon but I urge you to consider a calmer approach.”

If looks could kill, Slughorn would be done for with the way the girl was death glaring him. Yet, she had still managed to shut them all up.

Slughorn attempted to get back on topic, his patience wearing thin but he prevailed for his love for the subject outweighed it. A hand raise from Lily Evans was quick to send the man back into a warm smile as she answered the questions about the potion.

Not long afterwards the lesson fell back into place. Slughorn droning on and on about Amortentia. His words seamed to blur together for Remus. Despite his multiple attempts to focus his efforts proved unsuccessful.

The werewolf glanced down at his notes and came to the conclusion that none of it would be useful. Much of it was incoherent and jumbled together in a sea of words.

Thankfully he was not the only one struggling to understand what had transpired only moments ago. His honey brown eyes met sliver ones. Those belonging to his beloved boyfriend next to him. Who was receiving a very concerned look from one James Potter and two Peter Pettigrew.

James mouthed something to Sirius but for the life of him he couldn’t understand it. Growing more frustrated by the minute as he tried to speak to his best friend in hushed tones. Neither boy wanting to get detention, for the third time this month.

“Of for-“ The black haired boy was interrupted by the feeling of his boyfriend’s hand on his shoulder. A silent message was conveyed between the two; not here.

The class was excruciating long before the professor finally dismissed them. The walls of the dungeon seemed to feel longer than normal. That unmistakably English autumn breeze making its way through the cracks.

Students blurred together in a sea of red and green. Some rushing to their next class, others looking for a spot to spend their free period.

“Moons..” Sirius’s voice brought Remus back into reality. The elegant sound dripping with concern and undertones of confusion- no that wasn’t it - it was fear.

“Hmm, love?” Remus responded with tired eyes, and a smile which was far from being real. The werewolf wasn’t sure who he was trying to conceive, Sirius or himself.

Remus felt as Sirius hands slipped into his own. Far more gentle than usual. Public displays of affection were often very much not gentle when it came to Sirius Black. The protective nature of his presence was anything but subtle with his affections.

The two boys remained just like that for a few moments. Silent, in a crowded hallway but their eyes only remained on each other.

A chuckle escaped Remus’s lips which left Sirius frowning his brows in confusion. That confusion only intensified when his chuckle turned into a roar of laughter. Very much uncharacteristic of Remus John Lupin.

“Merlin, do you need Madam Prompery?” Sirius said with a mild grin starting to grow.

“Fuck-“ Remus put his free hand on his lover’s chest his expression betraying his serious tone. “Your cologne really is strong.”

“I hate you.”

“As if you could ever.” Remus warmth was spread into his smile. Sirius shaking his head before running a hand through his hair.

James Potter hated how his friends claimed he ‘mothered’ them to much, but in all honesty they needed it. Not so secretly he loved it.

Most recently his patience was wearing dangerously thin. Due to two of his best friends.

It had been over a month since your incident in potions class. The school had long since moved on and it was old news by now.

A fact which James was not fully content with. He had told himself that this was just the process. Remus and Sirius were dealing with it on their own terms. No need to meddle. Simple as that.

However, day by day it becomes more difficult to not meddle. Surely, they should have some reaction by now. Well, a normal reaction.

Their reactions were not what he wanted to classify as normal. First, it started with Remus using sarcasm as a coping mechanism to brush it under the rug. Then Sirius added in the combination of avoidance and lashing out.

James loved his two friends dearly. Truly, he did but they were driving him into insanity. For James Potter had an ego the size of England but a heart of gold.

So when two of his best friends continued to avoid dealing with the fact that you had feelings for them, he was granted a little lean way. Especially, since he knows they both feel the same for you.

Years of feeling unloved has undoubtedly left a mark on Sirius. Where he refuses to disrupt the balance he has created with Remus in fear it’ll all come crashing down.

Remus, on the other hand, was full of self loathing and stubbornness. Meaning he would not be admitting anything either.

Which is exactly what lead James to break his own rule of no meddling.

Sirius had just began to remove his Qudditch gear when James dragged him by the ear. Causing the rest of the team to watch in confusion as the two boys walked out of sight.

Once they reached out of earshot from the rest of the team, James let go of Sirius ear. The black haired boy’s hand instantly went to touch his ear rubbing it. While his best friend stared at him through his glasses.

“Merlin, what the hell Prongs?” Sirius asked in attempt to understand the sudden change in his mood.

“You can’t keep avoiding it.”

“Avoiding what?” Sirius frowned his brows having absolutely no clue what James was on about.

“Pads, you cannot seriously be this blind.” James dumbfounded running his hands over his face.

“Mate you’ve lost me.”

“Oh for the love of Godric.” James removed his hands from his face and took a deep breath before stepping closer towards Sirius. Placing his palms on Sirius’s shoulders.

“You. Have. Feelings. For. Y/N.” James stated drawing out every word individually.

“You. Are. Actually. Mental.” Sirius replied in the same tone James had used on him.

“Pads, I see how you look at her. I’d been be blind not to.” James voice soften as he looked into the eyes of his best friend.

“I cannot stand her.”

“No, that’s just want you’ve been telling yourself to avoid your feelings. You did the same thing with Remus.” James concurred.

“I never hated Remus.” Sirius scoffed at James’s statement.

“You’re right, you never hated Remus but you did push him away when things got to real.”

Sirius and James stared at each other for a few minutes until Sirius broke. It felt like it would last an eternity.

“Fine, I do.” Sirius shrugged Jame’s hands off his shoulders. “It’s driving me fucking crazy, alright?”

“It is all I think about most days. Not matter what I do, how hard I try, I can’t get her out of my goddamn mind. “ His voice begins to raise with every word that leaves his mouth but he didn’t stop there.

“How fucking screwed am I-that- that I can’t stop thinking about some girl when I already have most wonderful guy to ever exist. Huh?”

“You don’t think I see that. You don’t think I carry that I feel like shit every day-“ Sirius breathing became heavier with every moment that passed practically hitching after every syllable.

“Hey, hey, hey, deep breathes Pads.” James steadied Sirius holding him in place with both hands on either side of his arms. Sirius nodded in response allowing himself to calm down.

“Did you forget she smelled Remus too?” James smiled making sure to remain eye contact with Sirius.

“Course not. I’d never forget someone else smelling my boyfriend in Amortentia.”

“Siri, she has feelings for both of you. You have feelings for both of them. Is it making sense yet?”

“But what about Remus?”

“Were you dropped as a child?”

Sirius hand flew to hit his best friend lightly across the head at his comment.

“Oi, don’t hate the messenger.” James smirked before ducking his head before Sirius could land another hit. “Remus wants what you want. The two of you are just to stubborn to see the other feels the same way.”

As almost if a lightbulb went off in his head, everything became clear to Sirius. Without another word, the dark haired boy sprinted towards the library leaving James alone behind the tents.

“Thank you James for opening my eyes.” James threw his arms up into the air while intimating his best friend’s voice.

“Sure no problem.” James made his way back to the Quidditch locker rooms, mumbling incoherently under his breath.

The library was filled with the imperceptibly squeaking recognisable as the souls of Madam Pince’s shoes. The librarian’s breath felt down the hairs on the necks of students who dared touch her precious books. Outside the setting sun could be spotted in the distance. Its rays streaming through the glass windows.

A tall werewolf sat hunched over a wooden table brimming with books of all kinds. Pools of chocolate irises trained on the words displayed on the worn pages. Sandy brown waves framed his scarred face.

A gush of wind blew over the boy drawing him out of his reading. His head rose allowing his eyes to scan the room for what the cause of the wind was. A soft smile creeped up his cheeks when he spotted his beloved.

Nevertheless the smile was fleeting. Not lasting longer than a few trivial seconds before turning into a concerned frown. Sirius ‘s form darted towards Remus rapidly.

Beads of sweat dripped from his skin. A result of running directly after qudditch practice from the pitch to the library. Strands of black hair fell from his ponytail to lay around the ends of his jaw.

“Everything alright, love?” Remus asked gently. Not fully sure or ready for what would be awaiting him once Sirius decided to open his mouth.

Slowly he took a step towards Sirius, followed by a few more until he was inches away from him. Only then did he notice how his sliver eyes were glossy and red. The sight sent a shiver through Remus’s core causing chain reaction to occur.

His hands found their way to the contours of Sirius’s face. “What happened?” The hints of anger from protectiveness in Remus gentle voice told Sirius he truly had no idea what he was about to say.

“We have feelings for Y/N.” The use of we told Remus everything he needed to know. Remus pulled his brows together. Nodding his head to try to comprehend the thought.

“Okay, and we are both sure of this?” Remus conceded.

“What do we do, Rem?” Sirius breathed out, leaning into Remus’s touch. Using him as the pillar which supported him and kept him from falling apart.

“Honestly, er, communication is good, or so I’ve been told.” Remus fingers softly rubbing the sides of Sirius face in circular motions.

“Wait, hold up, when did we come to this conclusion?” Remus dropped his hands but didn’t make any move to leave Sirius’s side.

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“Right, er, well, I’m goin’ to need more than that, love.”

“Let’s just say James was involved.” Sirius explained blankly. Remus chuckled at that, imagining James in full ‘mom’ mode.

“Moons, you do feel the same, right?” Sirius interwoven his fingers with Remus’s letting his eyes fall onto them for a moment. His voice insecure now, betraying himself.

“You’re not the only one. I feel it too.” Remus hung his head low. Staring at his fingers interlocked with his boyfriend’s. “Ever since…”

“Ever since potions class.” Sirius finished his sentence for him.

“Siri, why did you not say anything before?” It was Remus’s turn to be concerned now.

“I thought you would hate me.”

“Sirius, what gave you that fucking idea?” Remus started to ready his speech he’d given his boyfriend countless times before, but then stopped, deciding this situation called for a different approach.

“You already forgave me for…well..everything..I couldn’t tell you I had feelings for someone else..” Sirius attempted to avoid Remus’s glaze, but of course he wasn’t having it. Remus used his index finger to lift Sirius’s chin to ensure he was looking at him.

“I thought I was betraying you in some way. By having feelings for someone who wasn’t you.” Remus confessed what had been lying heavily on his mind for a long time now.

“I didn’t even fully accept that I had feelings, until James forced it out of me.” Sirius let out a deep breath.

Remus closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Sirius who in return wrapped his own around Remus’s lanky waist.

The darkness of Sirius family name haunted him in more ways than one. Vulnerability was not something he was taught. Therefore, Remus needed to tread carefully. For he knew the consequences Sirius’s darkness could cause. Remus understood that Sirius almost never dealt well with such situations.

Remus had his own demons, which differed from the ones Sirius battled. Self loafing was Remus’s chosen method of poison. Purely created by the treatment he had seen his kind receive. The same treatment which his parents, friends and lover had sworn to protect him from.

In spite of the fact that their darkness were far from the same. The two wizards had learned to navigate through each other’s absence’s of lights.

Yet in the wake of their newfound discovery they were facing uncharted territory. Your pure existence had thrown disrupted the balance between the two of them. Yet, neither one seamed to feel any resentment towards you for it. Instead the thought of your presence only brought warmth and comfort to them both. They had known you for years, not candidly. Rather in the form of sharing classes with you or passing you in the hallway. Additionally, there was the fact that you seamed quite close with Sirius’s younger brother. That they knew to be a fact.

They did know you, they had been picking up on things about you for months. Perhaps for Sirius he had been doing so since the moment his brother invited you to their home all those summers ago.

Neither one ever thought anything would come from it, which is why they denied any interest in you. Not that anyone had ever thought there was to begin with.

With heads hung low and fingers intertwined, Sirius and Remus entered their shared dorm.

James was in the midst of writing an essay for charms class. His reasoning for leaving said essay to the last minute was the pressure would advance his argument. Pranking first years with Sirius three days ago had nothing to do with it.

The sound of water coming from the faucet indicated that Peter had taken the chance to shower.

Sirius padded over to his empty bed and let himself fall back onto the red blanket. Laying flat on his back with his feet dangling off.

Remus began to untie his tie feeling a relief when he was able to undo his top button. Exchanging his robes for a sweater and comfortable loose fitting pants which hung low on his hips.

James peered through his glasses to see for any indication that his efforts had been successful.

“I take it you two talked?” James temporarily turned his attention away from his essay. He would pull an all nighter if it meant his friends were happy.

A nod from Remus and a grunt from Sirius were the only responses he received.

“We’re still deciding what our next steps are.” Remus sighed leaning against one of the pillars of his bed.

“Our lives are fucking screwed.” Sirius mumbled into his pillow.

“Okay, that’s a tad dramatic.” Remus moved to sit by the foot of Sirius bed. Moving his legs to lay them on his lap.

“Here’s a thought.” James began, making sure both boys were listening before continuing. “Talk to her.”

“Got any other ideas?” Sirius raised his head from the pillow to side glance James earning himself a disapproving head shake.

James lounged forward on the sheets of his bed to grab the nearest pillow which was sent flying to Sirius’s head.

“Oh Godric, OH GODRIC.” James sudden outburst caused Remus to raise an eyebrow.

“Must I do everything for you, then?” James stood up from his bed planting himself in the centre of the room with hands on his hips.

It had never been your intention to come between a couple. Nor did you ever hope to be the cause of any issues in a relationship.

You had actively planned to get over your feelings for Sirius and Remus. Yet, they only grew more than you could have ever imagined.

In order to try move on you avoided Remus at every available opportunity. While you annoyed Sirius beyond expectation making him hate you. Which in turn made you somehow convince yourself you hated him.

Neither fact was true. You did not hate Sirius nor did he hate you. Both of you were just trying to ignore what you felt for each other.

Even so, your avoidance of Remus never proved successful. Your heart longed for him as much as it did for his boyfriend.

Thankfully, you had thought no one had noticed your growing infatuation with them. Then, potions class happened. Now everyone knew.

Avoidance had proved again to be your saving grace. You honestly do not know how you would have survived the week without it. Skipping classes might have been detrimental to your overall grade but it was a cost you were willing to take. For the time being, anyway.

The only problem was when you avoided them your friends grew increasingly suspicious of your intentions. Particularly Regulus, who had heard in passing about your ‘incident’.

You missed being able to stare at them in hallways when no one was looking. Or watch the way they laughed with their friends in the great hall.

Unknowingly to you, the boys had been trying to track you down all day. They could not go to your dorm because you resided in a different house to them. House members would undoubtedly become suspicious if word spread of the two attempting to find a way into your dormitory this morning.

Remus made the suggestion to entrust the guidance of your friends. Sirius opposed the idea as one of your friends including Regulus.

Luckily, fate had other plans for the three of you.

After a long day full of classes you could hardly wait to return to the tranquility only your dorm could offer.

The moment your eyes met the sliver and brown hues of your favourite boys. You gave up on tranquility entirely.

Every instinct streamed at you to run away. If it hadn’t been for Sirius, you would have listened to them.

“Y/N!” Sirius called out to you, as if you could ignore him now.

“Hello Sirius.” You offered some general decently, it was the least you could do, you thought. “And hi to you Remus.”

“Could we please talk?” Remus’s voice was timid, more so than you had ever heard before.

“Listen, I truly am sorry for what happened. Please know that I don’t expect anything from either one of you-“

“Stop, Y/N, could you let us speak please?” Remus’s voice warmed your ears more than you liked. That voice could fix anything you thought. You offered a small nod in response to his ask.

“Rem and I, we’ve-well…you see..fuck. God, why is this so hard, okay. I-we wanted you to know that..have feelings for you!” Sirius barely managed to get out his sentence before he blurted it out point blank.

“Excuse me?” Your eyes widened in complete and utter shock. This was not at all what you were expecting.

“Both of us. When you smelled us in the Amortentia, it got us thinking-and-well we realised that we both share feelings for you.” Remus explained more gently than Sirius, emphasising his syllables.

“What does this mean?” You chocked out.

Sirius and Remus exchanged looks sharing a message between themselves which left you feeling more despondent.

“We did some research, well, Remus did and I consulted James and Lily.” Sirius stated, choosing to use the word consulted instead of admit that Lily and James had been piecing it together for him for the last few days.

Remus waited for you to give any indication that you still felt comfortable before he continued for Sirius. A simple head nod from you gave him the reassurance he needed.

“Are you aware of the term polyamory?” Remus asked you gently, bringing his hands together before himself.

“I’ve heard of it, yes.” Your voice took on a different tone as you continued to feel confused by the boy’s actions.

“Well, we want to try it, with you, I mean.” Sirius breathed out.

“What he means is, if you’re open to it of course. We were wondering how you would feel being a third in our relationship.” Remus stepped towards you, leaving little to no distance between him and you.

Remus’ honey brown eyes shimmed with affection. Though you weren’t quite sure who it was meant for.

Sirius’ head cocked to the side ever so slightly resembling that of a lost puppy. Dark hair falling in disarray. Whilst Remus kept his focus on you. Resisting the urge to take your fingers into his own.

They both desperately awaited your response.

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You're Not Him | Horseman!Gambit x Reader | Pt. 1

Author's Note: I do not enjoy the design of black gambit in the comics so i decided to go with another design(that i made the fuck up), my apologies horseman gambit fans.... anyways enjoy the first fic we're posting here !!! thank you @genderqueerbarbie777 for beta reading :3

Summery: Remy was dead. Or so you thought. There was a man that sounded like him, had his powers, but... why did he look like that? Who was this? This wasn't your Remy.

Themes: Angst, Hurt w/ No Comfort, Previous Relationship, Betrayal, Crying, Cursing, Kidnapping, R's a mutant/x-man (no powers written), Violence.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Apocalypse had chosen the perfect moment to strike, the X-Men still mourning Gambit's death. You were still shaken up about it, though it had happened months ago. You loved him, you really loved him. Even if you never let anyone but him know. You stood up from the blast, dusting yourself off till you're frozen, hearing a voice behind you.

"Cher...?" You heard, a raspy of remnant of something from your past. It wasn't him. It couldn't be. You turned to look for Remy, but you were met with something... ghoulish.

"Y-... you're not him." You say, voice strained as you look at the creature that stood there, stolen Remy's voice to fool you. The silvery skinned man smirked. He wore Remy's jacket, his fucking jacket, he had his voice, a dark deck of cards in one hand and a baton in the other. This had to be some kind of trick, an illusion, anything but real.

"Oh, but Gambit is him, petit..." The ash covered man walked towards you, his white hair covering his blackened eyes. Even his walk, his mannerisms, they were Remy's. But he was dead, Remy Lebeau was dead. You watched his casket get put in the ground, there was no way this was your lost love.

You backed away as he stood in front of you, looking down with pink glowing eyes as he put the deck of cards in the inner pocket of his jacket. He went to place his bone-y, gaunt hand on your cheek, being met with a quick swat as you took another step back.

"N-no, you're not! Wh-what are you?!" You yelled out, tears swelling in your eyes as you yelled at the thing in front of you, mocking you, mimicking the man you loved, the man you watched die.

This Remy chuckles, a sound that would normally make your heart swell with love, but this... this was dark, something evil behind it. You know if this was really Remy, he'd never hurt you, but you couldn't help the chills that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He grabs your wrist, pulling you close.

"Gambit's 'Death', baby..." He starts, another low chuckle coming from his lips, "But he remembers you, cher. You're mine, remember?" These words, they brought a memory that shook you to your core.

"Cher, what are you doing?" Remy spoke softly, watching you walk into his room at the mansion. He laughed at the sight of you, your face flushed as you took off your jacket. "Ya gonna answer ol' Remy or nah?"

"I'm tired. I want... to be held." You murmur, laying on the bed next to him, quick to get his attention away from whatever he was doing before. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling the covers over you and placing you between his arm, flush against his bare chest.

You both laid there in silence, breathing synced up as he caged you in his arms, head nuzzling your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. "You're okay, mon amour... You're here, you're... mine."

You tried pulling back, the walking corpse in front of you growling lowly. "Don't ya dare fight my hold on you." His voice hissed, strong hand gripping your wrist so hard it made you gasp in pain, the tears finally falling from your eyes.

There's a shocked look on his face, grip loosening ever so slightly as he watches you closely. You notice something slight, something that reminded you of the Remy before. "P-please..." you cry out softly, "Lemme go, Rem."

This upset him, but it also made him smile as you finally acknowledge he's really who he says he is. "I don't think I will, cher..." He turns you around, placing an arm across your middle to hold you against him, other hand still tight on your wrist. "I ain't gonna leave you again. And yer not leavin' me, ya hear?"

The gaunt hand holding your wrist lets go, traveling up your arm, up your neck before finally resting on your chin, holding it softly, thumb caressing your cheek. You can't help but shiver. This causes Remy to laugh again, nuzzling into your skin. "Why are ya afraid of lil ol' me, petit? I ain't gonna hurtcha..."

"Y-you're not?" You ask, voice hoarse and breathy. You smile nervously, leaning your head back against his chest to try and show him you want to trust him. You swallow hard as he sits up, setting his chin on the top of your head.

"Of course not, cher. Why would Gambit do that to ya?" He says softly, eyes looking around at the make shift battlefield that used to be the X Mansion, pointing his baton at your teammates as they fight in the distance. "Looks like they've forgotten you, amour."

Your eyes widen as you realize what he means. It wasn't just that they'd forgotten you, you knew this wasn't true, but that they were fighting without you. They hadn't even bothered to look for you. "No, they... they need me-" You go to walk forwards but his arm around your middle brings you back flush against him.

"No they don't. I do." He growls out, his hand on your chin turning your gaze up to him. "I said it already. We ain't leavin' each other again, yer coming with me." His eyes glow, staring down at you as his grip around you tightens even more.

Your eyes widen "With you? What are you-" You're cut off by his hand on your chin covering you mouth, Remy shushing you softly. Before you can protest, you feel his baton snap to your neck, hitting a pressure point and causing you to pass out.

"Cher? Cher, wake up, please..." You heard, the cold sting of the metal table in the medical bay pressed against your back.

"Remy?" you said weakly, feeling his hands move from your own to your face, pulling you flush against his chest, a tear falling from his eyes. "What's wrong? W-what happened?" You ask, unable to remember the fight from before.

"You got hurt, bad, petit... Gambit though he was gonna lose ya fo' a moment..." He says softly, nuzzling into your skin, his warm touch against your cold skin sending chills up and down your body. It was nice, being in his arms, but in this situation? It felt live a saving grace.

You woke up, your vision blurred and and the sounds around you muffled under a sharp ringing in your ears. You can't move, the small amount you can making your realize you're tied down, laid against the corner of two walls. You try to focus on the voices, eyes closing.

"You brought an X-Man here?! Are you fucking stupid?!" An unfamiliar voice says, angry.

"It's not just any X-Man, it's... my cher..." Remy says, voice breaking slightly. After a second you hear him scream out in pain, causing you to wake up fully, your eyes wide as you look in the direction.

"Weak... he shouldn't even be able to remember his life before becoming Death!" You see the tall, menacing Apocalypse, his arm turning from some kind of taser to his normal hand. He looks over at you, eyes widening as he sees your awake. "What a surprise, though..." He takes a step towards you.

"N-no, don't!" You say, backing yourself against the corner as the towering monster stands a few feet in front of you. You scream out as he grabs you, taking you across the room and throwing you down once again. You hear a click as something snaps around your neck. Your binds are taken off just to be replaced with the same metal that adorns your neck, pressing you flat against whatever surface you're on.

Your eyes look back at Remy as he stands up, face full of defeat as he looks at Apocalypse. "Sir, I'm sorry-" He starts, cutting himself off as the man looks at him. He backs away, lowering his head. You still can't believe it, Remy's alive, but... not himself, working for Apocalypse.

"Well, now that we have an X-Man... why don't we celebrate? This means we won the fight." The tall, broad creature known as Apocalypse says, voice dark with intent. He looks down at you, a grim smile on his face as he speaks again, "Don't try to do anything, mutant. Your powers are useless with the bindings you're in. If you do, however, there will be punishment."

You don't want to test his words, nodding quickly. Your fear and submission causes the man to laugh, clearly entertained that you're so quick to listen. "It seems Gambit has picked the perfect hostage." Apocalypse chuckles, turning his back to you as he addresses the others in the room. "That does not mean I am not disappointed, though, feeble mutant."

He walks up to Remy, who sits up, eyes shaking as he looks up at the taller man. In a swift movement, Apocalypse grabs him by the throat, causing you to yell out. He brings Remy to eye level before speaking, "If you were not needed for the unstoppable force of the Apocalypse, you'd be dead by my hand. Do you understand, mutant?"

Remy nods, closing his eyes as the other man drops him. You stare at him as he lands on his knees, not fighting back. It was strange to see him so... weak, submitting to the orders of terrible force. It was frightening, even. Remy opened his eyes and looked up at Apocalypse, "Yes, sir."

His voice was just as weak as he looked next to Apocalypse. You could tell by the ways his eyes shifted that he was biting back an insult or some smart alack response. That was until they met yours again, all of the pain in them leaving and being replaced with something much more positive. A love that you'd seen many times before, making you sure that this was in fact your Remy.

[jasmines-library]

hihihhiihhihi!!

can i send in a request for remus lupin x ditzy!reader?

like remus is trying to do his hw for an exam the next day and reader keeps bothering him for attention and he’s just like “no i’m busY for a test tomorrow” and reader is like “well you can study for it some other time tomorrow” n he’s just like “what?”

it’s okay if you don’t understand it lmao

Talk now, Study Later

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Warnings: none! Fluffy

Word Count: 900 (on the short side, im sorry. It's worth it though for the fluff i promise.)

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Remus was busy studying. Or rather trying to. He was hunched over the desk, quill in hand as he read over his notes from class. Slughorn had decided to give all of his classes a test, and it seemed to be taking up all of Remus’ spare time. It felt as though he had been hunched over that little desk for much longer than a few hours as his back began to ache. Still, he made no move to leave as he tried to cram in as much revision as he could. 

You weren’t doing him many favours. You had been watching him from across his room for a while now. You had tried to drag him away from his desk a few times, and each time he responded by telling you that he just needed five more minutes to finish up. At first you had humoured him, but you could see the toll it was taking on him and much more to the point: you missed him. 

“Remuusss.” you whined his name from where you lay on his bed. 

He somewhat hummed in acknowledgement. 

“I’m lonely.” You told him. “Come and sit with me.” You patted the space beside you. 

Remus frowned, sweeping his hair away from his eyes as he continued to write. “I can’t. Dove. I need to study for my test tomorrow.”

You pouted with a sigh, rolling over onto your back to stare up at the canopy. You could still hear the scratching of his quill as the room fell back into silence again. You were half tempted to snatch the quill out of his hand…you had tried that once before. It didn’t end too well on your behalf. It ended with spilt ink and a trip to the house elves to see if they would kindly get the ink out of your shirt. Another few minutes passed of you waiting for your boyfriend, until you finally couldn’t wait any longer. 

Clambering off the bed, you stood behind him sliding your arms over his shoulders and around his neck.You rested your chin on top of his head.  He glanced up at you, craning his head to see you properly.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing” You sang. 

He gave you a look out of the corner of his eye. One that told you that he knew exactly what you were up to. “Y/n.”

“What? Can’t a girl hug her boyfriend anymore? I thought you liked my hugs, Moony?”

“I do-” he sighed, “But I need to study, Dove.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You can study for it tomorrow.”

Remus frowned, his scars and freckles shifting as he made confused lines on his face. “What?”

“Please Rem?” You asked, moving around to face him. You straddled his lap and he gave you an unamused look. Cupping his face in your hands, you smoothed your thumb over his skin, tracing the length of his scar over his cheek and down to his lips. “Take a break.”

You leaned forward onto his chest, burying your face into his neck. He was warm and he smelt faintly of earl grey tea, part of the remnants from the mug he had left to get cold, pine and his favourite chocolates that he always had stashed in his pockets. You closed your eyes, relaxing into him. 

He sighed, leaning into your touch before pressing a kiss to your head. You perked up looking up at him as he dropped his quill, setting it down besides his pages of loose notes. 

“You’re going to be the absolute death of me,” Remus chuckled lowly. “You know that.”

You grinned. “You know you love me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m not sure I will when I fail this test.”

You pouted, to which he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to them softly. “I’m only messing with you, Dove.”

“I know.” You hummed. “I just wanted you to kiss me.”

“You little minx.” Remus laughed, lacing his arms around your back.

“Only for you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that right?” Remus smirked, trailing a finger along the bridge of your nose as you traced the pattern on his jumper. It was green and hand knitted by a vendor in Hogsmeade. The two of you were passing by when you saw his eyes light up when he saw it. He had considered it for a while, passing the wool between his fingers. It was silky soft with dainty stitches that interlocked with other colours to create rows of shapes. In the end, he had opted not to buy it. But you had seen the way he had sent time pondering over it, so the next day you went back and bought it for him. That night you left it on his bed as a gift alongside some of his favourite chocolates that you had snagged from honeydukes. He put it on straight away, claiming that it was now his favourite sweater. He wore it all the time, and you liked the way that it brought out the different hues in his eyes. That and it smelt like him. Often he would find you wearing it whenever it went missing from his trunk. Not that he ever minded. 

Remus kissed you again. “I love you.”

“Me too, Moony. I love you very much.”

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MARAUDERS TAGS:

@hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx

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[neallo]

YURI, that means GIRL X GIRL, don't like don't read!!!!!

a quick list of death note yuri fic recs. please note this is an off-the-cuff list & features genderswapped yaoi ships fairly heavily. this is because i write for and read for mello x near first and foremost. i DO have a few remisa and kiyomisa recs, PLUS canon x reader recs... so we are going for a good wide variety here <3

important: i am not listing content warnings of any kind on any of these. most of them fall under the AO3 category "No Archive Warnings Apply," but you alone are responsible for reading the tags and summary for yourself after clicking through and before reading!

encouraging everyone to leave kudos & comments on these! show authors your love! <3

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Misa Amane / Rem

gracefully strung by your hand rated E | 1,862 words

Rem often wondered if Misa’s pleasure was art; Rem certainly thought of it as an act of creation. She was convinced that no other human could create with their body in this way.

Made You Smile rated G | 816 words

“Hey, Rem?” Misa screws on the lid of the nail polish bottle she was fidgeting with, leaning back against her pillows to get a good look up at her friend’s face. “I have a question, is that okay?” “Of course.” Rem turns to her, as permissive as ever. “I will do my best to answer.” She always does. Misa smiles slightly, then beckons her closer. “Actually, I have two. Can I paint your nails?” Rem studies her like she doesn’t quite understand, but when Misa doesn’t clarify or take it back, she hesitantly extends one of her long arms. Her hands are entirely bone, with long thin fingers, and slightly cool to the touch. Misa approximates where Rem’s nails would be if she had any and unscrews the lid again, beginning to apply the red polish in a neat, round oval. “Okay, and my other question…” Misa looks up at Rem, then down again. “What makes you happy?” --- Amane Misa is endlessly endeared towards and endlessly curious about her new shinigami companion.

Misa Amane / Kiyomi Takada

Ruby rated E | 8,307 words

Sometimes she really hates herself. She'd invited Misa to dinner with the intention of maintaining a composed and calculated demeanor throughout, sitting tall with her head held high as always, cementing her position above her. Certain nothing could cause her to lose her footing. But as Misa smiles like a devil across the table, her lips painted like a berry, shining like a ruby in the low light, Kiyomi can feel the control slipping through her fingers. Misa chips away at her, strips the presentable image she so carefully crafted and reveals a side of her she'd kept under lock and key. Not like herself at all. ...Or maybe exactly like herself.

folie à deux rated E | 1,768 words

If Misa were truly devoted, like the sinner that she is, she would have confessed that night while writing her name in pink ink that, in the low light, would of course look red, bloody and terrible and real. Misa did none of these things; instead, this time she took the initiative to ask Kiyomi to dinner.

Canon / Reader

turndown service (misa amane x reader) rated E | 1,571 words

Misa wants a goodnight kiss from Y/N, and who is Y/N to deny her?

cloud (kiyomi takada x reader) rated E | 1,467 words

After a tryst with Misa, Y/N steps outside for some fresh air. Who do you find, Miss To-Oh herself, having a smoke and a midnight snack.

Mello / Near

(see here the neallo-only version of this list)

polar night rated M | 8,119 words

Mello still remembers the time when the collar in Near’s shirt had been twisted, and, without thinking, she reached to fix it, her fingertips grazing the warm skin of her neck. Mello had felt Near’s eyes on her the whole day, and her own hand burned until the next.    But Near's hair is something out of her reach; there’s almost no excuse for her to touch it, and the request is weird itself. Her pride works as a break, a halt in her intent of embarrassing herself by even asking in the first place. Because Mello knows very well that if she ever starts, she may never stop.  Sometimes, she really doesn’t trust herself. But Near does.   Maybe Mello isn’t the stupid one out of the two.  -- [the one where Mello's body is made out of nothing but a sadistic brain and a masochist heart]

Lay Odds rated M | 3,505 words

Nat River, a strange orphan girl adopted and brought to London by the Great Gentleman Detective 'L', is following the footsteps of her adopted father as the Lady Detective 'Near'. When L's case brings him to America, he insists on bringing Near with him to New York. There, the sensitive, shut-in Near is drawn into the wild parties and terrible violence of mafiosi, bootleggers, and drug dens. When a gangster's case practically lands in her lap, she must work to prove that old-world deduction can prevail among new money murderers.

Coast-to-Coast rated E | 796 words

"I miss you." "You do?" asked Near. "Fuck off," snapped Mello. "Get on a plane." "It's the middle of the night," said Near. "So? Airports don't close."

Powder Keg rated E | 2,014 words

Mello stops by Near's room for a late night visit after getting her photo back earlier that day. Near has a certain... fixation.

Steeplechase rated T | 1,025 words

Mello wakes up before dawn and finds the horses in the stables. The groom is already up. There's mist on the track. The barn is alive, and it's cool out. or; Horse Girl Near & eternally undone Mello.

Blur rated E | 2,765 words

Near calls Mello back to the SPK's HQ, but she doesn't want to talk.

L / Light

Lavender Haze [with podfic] rated E | 9,017

Freshly back in Japan, L lets Matt take her to their favourite lesbian bar, where she lays eyes on Light Yagami — a strange, petulant butch girl who may or may not have attempted to murder her own husband. L would very much like for Light to take her home. or L is unhinged levels of horny for a girl she met zero seconds ago.

Hear No Evil rated E | 4,497 words

Misa presses the elevator button and heads up, up, up, all the way to Light's room on the sixteenth floor. She gets halfway down the hall before she realizes that something is off. "Please," someone who sounds very much like Light is saying, from behind Light’s bedroom door. Misa pays her girlfriend a surprise visit after-hours at the Kira Task Force headquarters, and overhears what she believes to be a brutal interrogation. After a tense bout of worried eavesdropping, she intervenes to save her. Light puts the "light" in "gaslight." L is also there.

[comesatimecomesashadow]

masterlist . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

My masterlists are located at the bottom of this post, read rules stated below before requesting ! My request status can be viewed in my navigation !

note *ೃ༄ I write for many different characters [ mentioned down below ] & i might not be able to write frequently/fulfill asks too fast bcs im in my last year of hs so pls b patient ^^!

cw *ೃ༄ I may write fics containing uncomfortable topics [ depression, dissociation, SH, poverty, etc ], If you're not comfortable with such things, don't read. [ i include warnings at the beginning ]

rules *ೃ༄

i. I do not write problematic ships (proship, incest, etc.)

ii. I will not write NSFW (soy menor de edad lol) & will not write suggestive stuff for characters who are minors. (i.e: megumi, denji..)

iii. I write platonic, romantic + queerplatonic fics.

iv. I write both chara x chara & chara x reader but i will not write chara x oc.

v. Reader is usually gender neutral (gn) unless I state otherwise.

vi. I may take a while to complete requests as I'm busy + I want to complete the request as best i can.

vii. please be specific when requesting. (i.e: if you want a specific scenario, please specify; if you want anything other than gn reader, please specify; refrain from using abbreviations as I might not get them .., etc.)

viii. Do not translate/copy my works onto other platforms.

All of my original works are also on AO3.

what / who i write for *ೃ༄

Death Note : Lawliet L, Amane Misa, Rem, Ryuk, Near, Mello, Mikami Teru & Kagami Taro.

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gojo Satoru, Okkotsu Yuuta, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Zen'in Maki, Itadori Yuji, Kamo Choso & Higuruma Hiromi. (Will not write for Sukuna under any circumstances srry)

Chainsaw Man : Denji, Mitaka Asa, Power, Higashiyama Kobeni & Hayakawa Aki. (Will not write for Makima nor Himeno, srry not srry)

Naruto : Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Naruto, & Hatake Kakashi.

Genshin Impact : Ragnvindr Diluc, Xiao, Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche, Il Capitano, Il Dottore, Arlecchino, Ororon.

Black Butler : Sutcliff Grell & Undertaker.

Boku No Hero Academia : Shigaraki Tomura, Bubaigawara Jin/Twice & Todoroki Toya/Dabi.

Soul Eater : Black Star, Death The Kid, Death, Evans Soul, Albarn Maka, Franken Stein.

Yu-Gi-Oh ! : Kaiba Seto, Atem/Yami Yugi, Wheeler Joey, & Ishtar Marik.

Shingeki No Kyojin : Jäger Eren, Ackerman Mikasa, Arlert Armin, Ackerman Levi.

Angels of Death : Foster Isaac.

Creepypasta : Jeff The Killer, Ticci Toby & Laughing Jack.

Kimetsu No Yaiba : Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyu, Kokushibō / Tsugikuni Michikatsu.

Slashers : Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Stu Macher.

Nana : Okazaki Shin'ichi, Terashima Nobuo, Osaki Nana & Komatsu Nana/Hachiko.

tba..

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incl. L, misa, near, mello & taro.

jujutsu kaisen *ೃ༄

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chainsaw man *ೃ༄

incl. denji.

naruto *ೃ༄

incl. madara, sasuke, naruto & tobirama.

miscellaneous *ೃ༄

incl. Characters that only have 1-2 works & works that contain various characters/works containing multiple characters in a single piece.

navigation *ೃ༄

[lalasworld2x]

Dating Ryuk and/or Rem🖤🤍

• They would actually have a pretty good understanding of dating considering they’ve been around humans for so long. They would just struggle to understand why you would want to date them lmao

• It would definitely be you confessing to them, I can’t see them having any romantic attraction towards people.

• At first they would sort of see the confession the same way adults see little kids confessing to them. It’s kinda funny, kinda cute, but a bit weird. Overall, they won’t judge you for it, just a lot of confusion.

• They would probably agree to date you because they know you’re a respectful and responsible person and you wouldn’t do anything stupid lol. Them themselves wouldn’t really have romantic attraction towards you, but they definitely see you as a great companion.

• They do not do words of affection unless it’s funny or sarcastic 🙅‍♀️ pet names, probably not. Rem might do hand holding or hugging. They won’t kiss you but if you kissed their cheeks, their faces would probably glow red lol. But Ryuk doesn’t mind cuddling in bed or on the couch. He’s a bit like a cat lol

• A LOT of apples for Ryuk. The more, the merrier.

• After a while of dating, they’ll grow to care more about you. Still not romantic, but like a best friend. They’ll hate to watch you get hurt or be upset. They’ll feel victorious when you feel victorious. They’ll become angry when someone disrespects you.

• I don’t think they would stop your death for you. Rem might consider it if she felt extra attached to you, but I think ultimately she’d stop herself. We already saw how that turned out for one shinigami..

• You guys can go on cute little dates together. Ice cream dates especially since they get to eat and you don’t have to sit in a busy restaurant lol. Also plenty of park dates where you can sit and chat and people watch.

• They like to watch you read and scroll through your phone. They’ll often sit and watch over your shoulder so they can feel included. ~~~~~~~~~ Masterlist

[cat3ch1sm]

🍃~ dear god im hoping this is the last part of the masterlist. i physically cannot stand it any longer/j. but if it means that things are more convenient for you all, im happy to do it<3

🌿~ some fandoms are rarely written for unless requested, so some fandoms have less works than others. however, it doesn’t mean that i won’t write for them freely, and feel free to request for them whenever reqs r open <3

🌲~ a/n after finishing- THIS LITERALLY STILL ISNT FUCKING IT I LITERALLY NEED TO MAKE A FUCKING FOURTH PART NOW. THATS IT IM DEACTIVATING WTF/j

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

light yagami sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stony s/o

light being mean to L’s s/o

light yagami nsfw

check other parts of the masterlist!

ryuzaki sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stony s/o

light being mean to L’s s/o

ryuzaki nsfw

check other parts of masterlist!

misa amane sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

misa amane nsfw

check other parts of masterlist!

near sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stoic s/o

near nsfw

check other parts of masterlist!

mello sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stoic s/o

mello nsfw

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matt sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

matt nsfw

check other parts of masterlist!

teru mikami sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

teru mikami nsfw

check other parts of masterlist!

misc. characters featured in other death note works

“would you still love me if i was a roach?” ryuk, rem, touta matsuda, naomi misora, kiyomi takada

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

gon freeccs sfw

when he gets jealous

sending them cursed images

“is it because im black?”

killua zoldyck sfw

when he gets jealous

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

sending them cursed images

“is it because im black?”

kurapika kurta sfw

when he gets jealous

them with an s/o with amnesia

sending them cursed images

kurapika pins you against a wall

comfort for parents making you feel like shit

kurapika x intp reader

“is it because im black?”

self-harm comfort

kurapika kurta nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms”

leorio paladiknight sfw

when he gets jealous

then with an s/o with amnesia

“is it because im black?”

leorio paladiknight nsfw

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chrollo lucilfer sfw

phantom troupe with a young girl as a member

them with an s/o with amnesia

chrollo’s s/o is kurapika’s soulmate

phantom troupe finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

“is it because im black?”

chrollo lucilfer nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

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“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

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zoldyck butlers finding out illumi and hisoka are dating- canary, amane, tsubone, gotoh

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kurapika pins you against a wall- Melody

“is it because im black?”- phantom troupe

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[fairy-writes]

Please could I order a large Cappuccino with Monro from Grimm 💙💙

BE THERE FOR HIM

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: A hurt/comfort imagine with Monroe from NBC Grimm

Word Count: 1.2k

Fandom(s): NBC Grimm

Pairing(s): Monroe x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH,

Notes: I am giving Monroe and Rosalee’s triplets names in this because idk what their names are (if they even have any) in the show

YES, I KNOW I WENT OVER THE WORD COUNT I SET

DON’T COUNT ON IT HAPPENING EVERY TIME

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You got the call at three in the morning. 

The ringing woke you up from a rather pleasant dream, and you slapped your hand on your phone in an attempt to bring it closer to you. It slips off your bedside table, and the crash is what officially wakes you up. You squint at the call screen and answer it. 

“This had better be good, Monroe.” You say sleepily, rubbing at your eyes as you disconnect your phone from its charger and roll over in bed. 

It’s silent except for a sniffle.

That was your first clue that something was terribly wrong. 

You are alert in an instant. 

“Roe? What’s wrong?” You say and sit up in bed. It was too early for him to be awake. Weren’t you just nagging him that he needed all the sleep he could get before the triplets came?

“She’s gone.” He whimpers over the phone, and you feel your heart stop. 

There was a multitude of people that could mean. But if he was this distressed…

“Monroe, what happened.” You cradle the phone between your shoulder and ear as you rifle through your closet for clothes and shoes. You end up just putting on yesterday’s clothes, and by the time you are on your way out to the car, Monroe has dissolved into tears. He’s making incoherent sounds, and all you can gather are the words “labor,” “complications,” and “bleeding.”

None of which sound good. 

Eventually, you get out of him where he is and speed all the way to Providence Portland Medical Center. Literally, your foot is pedal to the metal the entire way, and you’re pretty sure you run at least half a dozen stoplights.

But it was three-thirty AM on a Tuesday. You weren’t too worried about hitting anyone. All that mattered was getting to Monroe. Somewhere along the way, he hangs up. 

You do a horrible job at parking and all but run inside, barking out Monroe and Rosalee’s name to the receptionist at the desk. She hurriedly gives you a room number, and you’re sprinting up the stairs, taking two at a time in your haste to get to the room. 

Nick is in the hallway outside and spots you before you spot him. He is about as half-dressed as you and looks just as stressed. He runs a hand through his hair and meets you halfway down the hall. 

“What… happened...” You huff, hands on your knees, as you try to catch your breath. 

“It isn’t good—” He gets cut off by the hospital door opening, and Monroe steps out. 

He looks awful… Dark bags under his red-rimmed and puffy eyes, shirt rumpled, and you spy dried blood on his hands from where he had been supposedly clenching his fists. He sees you, and you’re all but yanked off your feet and into a hug as he dissolves into tears again. He’s taller than you, but he seems oh so small as he clings tightly to your shoulders. Wrapping your arms around his broad back, you rub up and down as you try to help calm your best friend. 

Now isn’t the time for answers. 

But you get them anyway as a body covered in a white sheet is rolled out of the hospital room and down the opposite hallway.

Oh no…

“Did Rosalee—”

“She went into labor late last night. She didn’t make it.” He says, and you hate how his voice sounds. It sounds torn, as if all the emotion in the world is poured into his words. He had always been an emotional man. It was something you admired about him. The fact that he could wear his heart on his sleeve. 

Now wasn’t the time for reminiscing. 

You whisper what you hope are words of encouragement in his ear as he cries. Nick steps away to make some phone calls, probably to Adalind or Hank. Monroe stands there, hugging you so tightly it almost hurts, for what seems like hours, but in reality is likely only minutes. 

Eventually, the doctor comes out of a room down the hall and approaches you all. 

“Mr. Monroe?” He says gently, and Monroe jumps in your arms before pulling away to face the man. 

“Yes?” He says, voice cracking in the middle. 

“Would you like to see the triplets?” He asked, and Monroe paused before wiping his nose on a handkerchief and nodding. His hand clutches yours, and you can’t bring yourself to make him let go. So you follow. There was only so much you could do in this situation other than just be there for him. 

Given it’s so early in the morning, the neonatal unit is quiet. There’s the odd sound of a baby crying, but overall, most of them are sleeping. You squeeze Monroe’s hand, and he squeezes back as the doctor instructs you to wait outside and look in through the glass as he shows you Monroe’s children. 

They’re tiny, pink little things swaddled in white blankets. Two pink hats, one blue hat. Two girls and a boy? 

They were precious. 

“What are their names?” You ask softly, and Monroe jumps, fingers tensing where they had been resting against the glass. His eyes had been locked on the three little cribs that held what was left of his wife. You were delighted to see the beginnings of a smile on his lips.

“We—we decided on George for the boy. After her dad.” He said, and you smile, they were ever the nostalgic couple. 

“And the two girls?” 

“Marie, after Nick’s Aunt Marie. We felt it was appropriate, given what Nick has done for us. And Winifred after Freddy. Rosalee said—” He scrubbed a hand down his face with his free one, “Rosalee said she always liked the name.”

You squeeze his hand again and lean your head on his shoulder. 

“They’re wonderful names. You guys did a good job.” You say, and he barks out a harsh laugh. 

“I did barely anything. Rosalee was—”

“Don’t do that to yourself.” You say gently and pull him into another hug. He gets snot on your sweater, but that’s the least of your worries. 

“You are going to be a wonderful dad. You already did so much for Rosalee while she was pregnant. Playing the cello at odd hours of the night when she couldn’t sleep? The absolute batshit crazy food runs she’d send you on? The—”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” He says, chuckling an actual happy laugh this time. Well… as happy as he could be at this point in time. He holds you close, and you rock him back and forth as the babies begin to wake up and cry for their mother. 

There wasn’t much you could do right now.

But you could be there for him and his new kids. 

[solbach-colbrock]

OMG OKAY! OKAY! so! Hear me out!!

Seth x GN reader if possible! Where like reader is an absolute fearless motherfucker right? (You can pick where they are idm!) And so like when they do solo investigations they take a room where people say that like is evil ig? Like there's a demon or sum shit idk, and they get locked in there in the dark and their lights die and Seth is panicking meanwhile reader is just like "take your time man I'm just chilling WITH A DEMON!!!'

Take Your Time! - Seth Borden X Reader

WARNINGS - mentions of death/murder, demonic/evil entities WORDS - 951 NOTES -

~*~*~*~

It was no secret that between you and Seth, you were the brave one. Whenever something came up on an investigation where previous visitors had been grabbed, scratched, or just scared out of their minds due to the activity in a certain place, you were always the first (and typically, the last) to step into that area for the investigation. Seth always stayed back and talked to you through the doorway.

This time, Seth had taken you to what used to be a pub and inn back in the 1800s. The most famous part of the building – the basement that functioned as a brothel until everyone in it was massacred – was also the most active. The tour guide told the both of you a story about a woman having her hair pulled by one of the spirits just days prior, and according to the guide, the spirit wasn’t exactly gentle.

“…where according to our tour guide, the killer took their own life after slaughtering everyone else in the brothel. Apparently this room right here has the most poltergeist-like activity. People getting touched, objects getting moved and straight up flung across the room. Strong activity.” You listened from a few feet away as Seth showed the camera around the little group of rooms. You shook your head as a chuckle rippled through you, grabbing the equipment you needed for the final part of the investigation.

“Aaaaand it’s a good spot for a solo investigation, don’t you think?” You smiled at Seth, popping into frame with the REM pod in hand.

“Fuck that noise. I mean, be my guest. I’ll hang out here if you want to make friends with another evil entity. I have enough demonic trauma, thank you very much.”

“God, you’re such a baby, Borden. At least try to catch something cool while you’re out there, you wiener,” you joked. You turned your flashlight on and made your way into the dark room alone.

According to the lore you managed to dig up before you arrived at the location, nobody knew whether the killer was a man or a woman, or why they had done what they’d done. Theories were that if it was a woman, it was revenge for the women of the brothel seducing her husband and tearing apart her marriage. If it was a man, most people believed he had found his wife working in the brothel and lost it. There were even some that believed that, no matter who did it, they were compelled by a demon to murder all those people. Nobody could say for sure.

“To whatever spirits are in this room, my name is (Y/N), and this device I have here is called a REM pod. I’m gonna place it right here on the vanity. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of visitors with a whole bunch of different equipment, so if you know how to use this, can you show me?”

Beeeeeeeeeep.

“That’s perfect, just like that. Can I ask who I’m speaking to? Is this one of the girls from the brothel? Or a member of staff?”

…

“Okay, is this one of their clients then?”

…

“Are you a non-human entity?”

Beepbeepbeepbeep

“Do you have a name?”

…

“Did you cause the deaths of all of these people?”

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“Can you stop that now, please?”

-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“Okay, I’m turning this off and leaving if you won’t cooperate.”

-eeeeeeeeeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

Fed up with the entity’s unwillingness to hold a simple conversation, you stood from your seat on the edge of the old, crumbling fainting couch and moved to turn off the REM pod, but the entity had other plans. Your only sources of light, the flashlight in your hand and the light on the camera, flickered and went out at the same time before you could reach the REM pod.

“Oh, lovely. Thanks for that.”

SLAM!

The door to the room shut with such force that a mirror hanging on the wall rattled violently. You could hear Seth curse from the next room and haul ass to the outside of yours. The light from his camera peeked through the crack at the bottom of the door.

“(Y/N), you okay?!” Seth practically yelled, panic evident as he banged on the door.

“Fine, Seth. Just, y’know, trapped in her with an eVIL ENTITY THAT’S RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATHS OF DOZENS OF PEOPLE. Feel free to take your time with that door, Borden.”

Despite how much Seth was freaking out, you found the situation fairly amusing. The beeping of the REM pod had yet to cease. In fact, it was going crazier than before. You managed to find your way over to it and shut it off, and as soon as the device fell silent, a certain skinny paranormal investigator came crashing through the door, which was suddenly no longer locked. You fell to the floor yourself, cradling the camera as fits of laughter rolled through you. You batted away the hand touching your knee, giving yourself another few moments to catch your breath.

“Oh my god, talk about comedic timing! You just fell right through the door like a Scooby Doo scene!” you cackled, wiping the tears away from your eyes. Finally finding some semblance of composure, you sat up and once again attempted to push Seth’s hand off your knee, no longer needing his help to keep stable.

“Yea, hilarious. You need another minute to get the giggles out or can we get out of here?” Your eyes widened as you heard Seth’s voice to the right of you, several feet further than you thought he was. Your eyes snapped to your knee, watching as an unseen force tugged at your pantleg.

“Ayo-!”