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captain-lessship · 2 years ago

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Toffee Pt. 3: Professor

You were walking the platform, having agreed to watch the students, specifically the first years get on the train. You were talking to a familiar face when you saw a ginger-haired and a dark-haired pair of boys, you did a double take.

"Ronald Weasley!" you said, smiling.

"Professor! How're you? You get to teach Fred and George, good luck."

"Aw, those two are my favorites! I am excited to see you around, Ronnie. If you and your..." you looked at the boy that was beside him and a million memories flashed into your mind. Her laugh, his laugh, his hair he combed with a little too much gel, her eyes that glowed hot with hope, her smile, his smile. You smiled, "Your friend ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask!"

Two ginger suck up behind you and screamed making you, turn around and swat at them. "Oh, you two! Always causing issues, aren't ya?"

"C'mon Professor Show Harry the bird!" Fred said.

"Unless you've gotten rusty, that is! You're what 3-" George stop when he saw you pull out your wand and a coin, "George if you know what's best for you, you will not finish that sentence." You threw the coin into the air and smiled as you swished your wand, turning the coin into a bluebird that fluttered up to the light to roost. You looked at Ron and Harry.

"You will learn a lot of magic at Hogwarts. You should have fun but," you thought about all the trouble James got into, "try not to get in trouble, dearies."

And one of the first things they did was get in trouble. Alerted by your students looking out the window, you watched from your tower in bewilderment as Harry seemed to be taunted by a blonde boy. Along with your students that were now crowded beside the windows, you watched as the blonde threw a ball of some sort and he flew and caught it with skill no first-year-first lesson should have taught. You would have a talk with him later but as he landed, Professor McGonagall walked out and took him off. You knew Gryffindor was searching for a new seeker and you grinned as you thought about him on the quidditch pitch.

You silenced your students before returning to face the blackboard, "Alright alright, shows over! Back to your seats, you have an ess- George, put that can opener down."

"You got eyes in the back of your head Professor."

Eventually, your class was over and you were walking to the Great Hall, book in hand. You stopped when you came to a certain window: It was where you and Remus would meet and sneak up to the astronomy tower. You smiled as you thought of your husband but scowled, he should be here teaching instead of doing hard labor that made his hands calloused and cracked.

You would return to him over the holidays as it was your rotation turn to go home. All the teachers had agreed to draw lots years ago that were marked with numbers between one and three and whichever you drew, that was your group. Having drawn a two, you had to stay last year but you would return to your quaint little house for Christmas. It was very early to be thinking about it but you grew excited. You were so caught up in thought until you heard your voice, you jumped and looked to see a short-haired girl in a Gryffindor robe.

"Apologies, Do you need something?"

"I have a few questions about your class and what it includes."

You were confused since the girl had to have been a first year, "Oh I don't think you ne-"

"I know a lot about muggles, being muggle-born, will that make it to where I can't take your class?"

"Oh, no, it won't. "

"Okay! Thank you, Professor. I'm Hermione Granger." She extended her hand and you reached for it. Something about her reminded you of yourself.

"Don't worry about my class, Miss Granger. It's two years away. You need to focus on the ones you have and enjoy your first year."

"I will! I will, Professor Lupin, I will."

You and the girl walked to the Great Hall, talking about her classes and how you'd be willing to tutor her during your free period, which she gladly accepted. You saw her to the Gryffindor table before smiling and waving bye to her as she sat down and you walked to take your seat at your table.

"Oh my god, Professor Lupin is just amazing! She offered to tutor me!" she shook with excitement. Harry looked at Ron.

"Isn't she the one we saw at the platform?"

"Yea. She is a family friend"

"You know her?!" Hermione asked Ron.

"Yeah, She always gives Mum Christmas cards and cookies."

The Twins nosed into the conversation, "Yeah, Ron used to have a crush on her." Fred said, queuing George to speak as well, "You cried for days when Mum broke it to you you couldn't date her"

"I was like four, I didn't know any better!" Ron justified.

You giggled and shook your head as you overheard the conversation, you sipped from your cup before turning to Severus, "So... I heard you fussed at Harry."

He looked up from his food with an irritated expression, "He's just like his father."

"Have you even talked to him?"

"No. You haven't either."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Hating him won't hurt James." you scoffed.

He just stared at his cup, you sighed, it was hard for him especially since you, him, and Albus had agreed not to talk about it with Harry and not seek out conversations about his parents and what you knew about them. You both thought it was a great disservice but agreed. Your job, with all students not just Harry was to keep them safe. But Harry seemed to have trouble following him.

You held your hands tightly together as you watched the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. It was the first match of the season and Harry's first-ever match. And it was not looking good for Gryffindor, they had lost their Keeper, Oliver Wood, and two of their chasers. You didn't like preferring one house over the other but you were loyal to Hufflepuff first and Gryffindor second so you were cheering them on and wearing Remus's Gryffindor scar from your school days that he had sent when you wrote to him about it in advance.

Suddenly, Harry's broom seemed to be acting weird, you looked at the people beside you, and questions of how and why were floating about. You pulled out your wand, subconsciously readying yourself to cast a spell to grab him before he hit the ground but you smelled burning from a few rows down, you saw that Snape's cloak had lit ablaze and he was stomping it out. It distracted the people in your stand from the fact Harry was now on his broom chasing the Golden Snitch. You watched as he dipped to fly just above the ground and crashed. You let out a yelp and an Aw. Harry stood up, dirty and looking as if he was going to hurl but instead of his breakfast, it was a golden sphere. Cheers erupted from everyone. Except for the Slytherins.

You were sipping your drink when Qurriel ran in, screaming about a troll, in the dungeon until he reached the end of the house tables and fainted. You stood up and grabbed your wand but Dumbledore erupted with a 'Silence'. He ordered the houses to go back to their common rooms. You hurried to the Hufflepuss tables to count heads with the Prefect and Professor Sprout. You walked with them until you noticed a pair of boys running off to the girl's bathroom. You alerted Sprout and went to get your fellow Professors.

You were packing up your personal items when you heard a knock on your door, "Come in!" you chimed, your voice rich with excitement. You had received a letter from Remus and you missed him terribly. In stepped your favorite not-yet-student, she seemed as if she too would be returning home from the holidays judging by the bag she was were and trunk you could see just outside the door.

"Professor, can I ask you a question?"

She was a very curious girl so she was going to ask whether you said yes or no, "Of course, what is it?"

"Say... Hypothetically, if someone got caught in the restricted section, how much trouble would they be in?"

You were surprised, "Well, Most of the time it is detention for two days but every case is different. Things such as who caught them, their reason for being there, and whether or not they broke curfew often increase or decrease the punishment. A lot of things need to be taken into account." you swished your wand, locking a few cupboards. You looked at her and saw an odd expression on her face.

"What is it, Miss Granger? Were you expecting me to go authoritarian on you and tell you that you will be strung up near the Whoomping Willow?"

"Sort of."

You laughed, "Oh dear, I did all sorts of things and I have a personal rule that I will not greatly punish a student for something I did unless they are doing it to purposefully cause harm to themselves or another student. What do you need from the Restricted section?"

"It isn't for me, well it kind of is but it's for Harry Potter." She said, "I won't have time to read it before time to leave."

You sighed, "That is a problem. I am also leaving for the holidays, you know, got to get home to the family."

"Do you have kids?" she asked, looking at the picture of you and Remus on your desk. It was taken when you were at Hogwarts during your graduation. You and him were hugging and laughing because minutes before

"No, No I don't."

"Is he your husband?"

"Yes, he is."

"Why don't you wear a ring?"

"I have a deep fear of losing it. It was his grandmother's ring and it is a size too big for me." you pulled the necklace from under your robe. You pulled it from your neck and handed it to her.

She gently held it and looked at it before returning it to you, you put it back on and reached for your tote bag. "Well, I must be off. Have a Happy Christmas, Hermione."

"You too, Professor."

You had a gift to deliver to a special someone.

You stomped your feet off on the outside mat before knocking on the door. Your face was hurting from how hard you were smiling, you were happy to be home and happy to see Remus. You heard the door unclick and it opened to reveal your man: Remus John Lupin. You practically tackled him, squeezing as if you let go he'd slip away. You pulled back to grab your suitcase and shut the door.

"Where are the cookies?" you asked, smelling gingerbread in the air. You looked at him and noticed a weak smile instead of his iconic 'missed you' one. That meant one thing. He seemed to be in slight pain as well. You sat your suitcase down and put your hand on his forehead.

'I am fine. They're in the oven." he said, trying to perk up. You shook your head.

"Please go sit down at least."

"But-"

"No buts. I will finish up the cookies and I will make us dinner." You took off your coat and slipped on your house slippers that stayed by the door. He reluctantly hobbled to the couch and sat down, feeling more tired than he thought he was. He felt so guilty for being this way and depriving you of a normal holiday season. Luckily, it was almost over and he'd be all better by Christmas Eve.

He sighed gently as he looked around the living room: It was painted by both of you, you had put up pictures and he'd organized the several bookshelves. You both had disagreed about the furniture layout at the start but you had eventually agreed on two comfy armchairs on either side of the fireplace and a three-person sofa further away, separated by a coffee table. He loved it because it was shared between him and you. Almost twelve years of memories, love, and happiness were in this house.

He stood up and went to the kitchen to see you mixing up the icing and coloring it. He just watched for a minute until you notice him. "Rem, I thought you were going to take a rest?"

he smiled as he walked to the plate of undecorated cookies that were cooling, "I would but fresh out of the oven gingerbread calls me." he said picking one up and blowing on it before he took a bite. You rolled your eyes.

"We could take a small break while they cool. I really need to unpack, wash my clothes, clean up and fix this disaster," you said, pointing to your hair. He fanned his mouth as he went to the fridge and grabbed the milk, "You better n-" he popped off the cap and took a swig. You have him a look that made him and he flashed his smile, making you huff but grin.

You and he walked through the kitchen and the living room, grabbed your suitcase, and went up the stairs to your bedroom. When you got to the bedroom, you sighed happily. It was your favorite place in the house. It was a very personal place and it was a safe place, you and he decorated every room but you took extra care with it. Remus was skilled at woodworking and made the bed frame, chest of drawers, and wardrobe. He was so good at it that he sold pieces that the house didn't need. You walked to the end and flopped down face first on the quilt your mother and you had made. You were so happy to be home.

"So," Remus sat down beside you, "I think you should get changed into pajamas and take that nap with me. Dinner time is a social construct, we could eat at eleven at night."

You lifted your head off the bed, "I would love that but-"

"Nope, we are going to talk about your day, get cozy and take a nice long nap."

You rolled over on your back, looking up at the ceiling. "Fine. Pajamas, here I come."

"I washed a pair fresh. They are up in the wardrobe on the right side."

You smiled, he and you had grown accustomed to both of your quirks. He had to sleep near the door, he couldn't stand the smell or taste of uncooked tomatoes and had to cut his own hair because no one else could do it right. You had to have matching dishes, had to wear your earrings so you could fiddle with them, and couldn't stand cold floors so every room had a rug of sorts.

You opened your wardrobe and pulled your yellow chemise-style sleep dress out and went behind the folding partition to change. Remus, having been home from work for a few hours, had already changed into his sleep clothes and house robe. He simply untied the robe and hung it on the back of the door and slipped off his slippers. He returned to the bed and folded back the covers before getting under them. You were changed at this point and were making your way to the bed, he folded back the covers for you and you slipped under them, exhaustion filling you. You had been up for hours since you were too excited to sleep, the long train ride didn't help and it was always comforting when you laid on your own bed, in your own house with something better than a pillow to snuggle up with. Speaking of that, Remus had looped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

"How have you been? Despite what your letters said, I know it's stressful."

You sighed, "It's very stressful but I love it. I love the students and my fellow staff though some of the students drive me up the wall. I had to save Draco from a pit, Harry nearly died during a quidditch match, Ron falls asleep in the halls, Hermione is going to go grey by the time she's sixteen, and my poor boy Neville is terrified of his own shadow."

He laughed, "Sounds like a fun group. Picked a favorite?"

"I don't pick favorites."

"It's Hermione, isn't it."

"Don't tell a soul but yes. She reminds me of myself at her age."

"Oh dear lord, she must be insufferable."

"Aw, shush! You decided to marry me so I couldn't have been that annoying and she is a very nice kid!" you swatted at him, making him laugh again. A comforting silence fell over the two of you. You missed him so much that just being around him seemed to ease the stress and make you feel as if nothing in the world could ever be going awry. You missed when it was like this and you wished it could stay like this forever.

You were calmly sitting in the infirmary, gently whispering a story to Harry. You got intense flashbacks to you rocking him and re-telling him Rumplesteelskin. You smiled to yourself as you also thought about James and Lily. You brushed some hair out of the boy's eyes to keep him asleep a while longer.

"You should not do this to yourself." you heard a voice say. You raised and straightened up.

"Albus, You know that I have to. He will need those memories to know he was loved. They are precious and I have so much to tell him." You looked at him, "I was lucky enough to have known them and now, I have been trusted with the ones he'll need and I will protect him from the ones he won't."

The old man's eyes grew soft behind the half-crescent moon spectacles. "I understand but it is important that Harry, the best he can, has a normal life."

You laughed sarcastically, "We are wizards and he is strange even for one of us. Normal isn't in the cards."

He grinned, "Let us walk. He needs rest." He turned and you stood and strode to him, turning to make sure the boy was still asleep. You closed the door gently.

"You miss them, dear friend. I know. You feel an obligation to be just as friendly with Harry as you were with them." He said.

"Obligation? No, not really. I see it as a courtesy. I, in a way, feel as if I stole their time together." you said, looking sadly at the ground.

"No. You gave them more with what you did."

"Tell us where you bitch!" one of them called out, blasting you with another painful beam. You cried out in pain. It was the third time and you felt as if you were going to break your bones from how violently you were thriving about like a trapped snake.

"I- No! Nev-" The spell hit you again and you let out another ear-piercing scream.

"I don't like to think of that." you said, feeling a certain word they cut into you and let scar down your back. 'Mudblood.'

You were sitting in your chair, to the left of Severus when Dumbledore stood to announce the winner of the House Cup. You smiled as you looked to the Slytherin table; while you hadn't been a Slytherin, you loved some of the students in the house, and your work best friend and actual friend, Severus was the Head of Slytherin. Of course, you weren't expecting Dumbledore to begin awarding last-minute house points. You couldn't help but laugh, which you covered politely with your cloth napkin when Gryffindor stole it right from under them.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Granger?" You said, walking with the class to the train with Hagrid as he had a habit of trailing after lost pets and not watching students.

"Do you think I could take your class next year? I heard you can make special recommendations."

You laughed a little bit, "Not two hours since your first year ended and you are already thinking about your next one."

"Well, I miss it already."

You smiled, "I know. I call it First-Year Syndrome. Had it myself. "

Harry looked at you, "What were you like as a first year, Professor?"

You sighed, pleasant memories coming back. "I was a very studious girl but I had my fair share of mischievous irks. I also was a sucker for a bribe, which I would not recommend you all be."

You looked at the three children and you seemed to get a premonition about them. You knew you'd see them again, yes but you knew they'd been seen together a lot. Harry is brave, and caring but has a thirst to know who he is and be who he wants, not caring about anything else. He reminded you of Sirius. Ron, although he could be stirred onto a different path, he was always here. He reminded you of Peter. So did his rat, kind of. You watched them get on the train and watched as it pulled out of the station, leaving you and Hagrid.

"You know what?"

"Whot?"

You felt as if James and Lily surrounded you and waved goodbyes well.

"I am getting a slight feeling of deja vu."

"I personally think it's a stupid idea," you said at the staff meeting.

"No one said it was ours nor that we get a say. It's what we, as a school, have been asked to do." Dumbledore said.

"I am with Professor Lupin. Why should we be expected to implore the aid of those creatures? If we need more help, Albus, we should do some more measures to protect them, yes but those things have a mind of their own. We could increase night duties, and protective spells and strictly enforce the curfew and maybe a buddy system!" Professor McGonagall said.

"I know. I really do have my hands tied. I rather not have them here but I fear what would happen if they aren't. We must return to our classes, students will arriving soon. We will talk about this next free period." He said. With a mixed grumble of approval and disapproval, they walked out, leaving you.

"Albus." you said, walking to his desk, "You know-"

"Professor Lupin. I can't do anything more."

You frowned "You know he's innocent! Why have you not said anything!" you said.

"Because of reasons."

You huffed, "An innocent man spent years in a literal hell for your reasons!"

He just looked at you, the look that let you know you weren't going to get anywhere with him.

"Professor Lupin, let's change the subject." he said with a smile, "How do you feel about having another Professor Lupin teaching here?"

You sighed, "We'll talk about Sirius later and I am," you paused, smile growing, "Rather excited."

You were in the Great Hall, watching the Sorting Ceremony. You glanced at your husband, who was fiddling with his shirt. He knew DUmbledore was going to make him stand. You gently touched his thigh, making him look at you. You gave a comforting smile and a thumbs-up under the table. He gave a scribbled smile as the last name was called.

Dumbledore told the students of what you and several other teachers were despising, The Dementor Division. They would be guarding the grounds of the castle but would not interfere with activities or lessons. You clenched your jaw, 'Of course, they won't...until it suits them."

He then introduced your lover, He awkwardly stood up and leaned a little bit. He hated being pointed out to a huge crowd. You clapped as he sat back down. Finally, dinner had begun, your eyes caught that of your favorite set of Twins, they did a kissy face at you and you raised your eyebrow at them. You then saw Hermione who was looking at you, then to her friends. You smiled to yourself as you raised up your cup. Remus leaned to whisper something to you, making you laugh.

"Aww! They're so cute!" Hermione said.

"Do you think he's a good teacher?" Harry asked, ladling out some of the soup.

"I think he will be. Apparently, he was up for Head Boy when he was here." Hermione said.

"He's been here less than an hour and you already know everything about him!" Ron said, eating a chicken leg.

"She told me about him. They really love each other from what she told me."

Fred decided to join the conversation, "The Lupins are very sweet, even on their own so it makes sense that they would be perfect for each other. Though, Remus is a lot more reserved than his lovely wife."

"It's gonna get confusing calling them both Professor Lupin, innit?" George said.

Nevile, who was overhearing this, chimed in agreement "What if you mean on Lupin but you mean the other?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we're going to have to use their first names too. Professor Remus Lupin. She gets plain 'Professor Lupin' privilege because she was first."

You were cutting a piece of cake from the black forest cherry one that had appeared, you handed it to Remus. He thanked you as he raised his fork to it and cut a piece off of his slice and held it up to you, you ate it and smiled.

"We will need to thank the House Elves later. All of it was lovely," you said, watching the student's dishes slowly disappear as they finished.

You and Remus finished your cake and stood up, he held out his arm for you to take. You did so and you two walked out the side door and out to the small foot path that took you around to the courtyard. You softly sighed as you both walked.

"Did you miss this place?" you asked.

"I did. I am happy you talked me into this."

"I told you my ideas are always good."

He rolled his eyes lightly. "Not always. But most of the time."

You laughed and he just looked at you, your sweet smile and lovely laugh. He looked into your eyes as the two of you walked. Enjoying each other. You looked up at the moon, it was Waning.

You and Remus had agreed to walk with a group of students to Hogsmeade. Remus had recovered from a full moon and finally felt like going out places. His chocolate stash was running low and you were going to get ingredients to make toffee.

"Draco!" You yelled, "Leave that boy alone!"

He was bothering Neville. You sighed as you walked to the boy, Remus following you.

"Thanks Professor."

"No problem, Where are your friends?"

The nervous boy rambled on about Honeydukes and how everyone always hung out in there instead of going to other places as he walked back to it.

You watched him go before looking at Remus, "Well, a little someone told me about the Boggart incident."

"Harry-"

"No, Neville. What you did was sweet."

"What did I do?" He said, grinning.

"You know."

"He is a good student and I was merely showing him that."

You looked at Remus, a gentle snow falling around him. "You are so sweet."

"You would've done the same."

You and he talked a little more until you stopped and pointed at the ground, mysterious footprints were appearing in the snow. You were about to run to the footprints when Remus grabbed your shoulder and pointed to two familiar students: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. You stilled as you watched them try to follow the cause of the footprints. You looked at him, "You don't think that he has the," your voice lowered to a whisper, "the cloak?"

"It's the only thing I can think of that would allow him to do that." he said, watching the door attentively.

"Out of all the bloody possible heirlooms." you groaned lightly.

Remus looked at you, "Well, I guess we wait out like how they are. What on earth could he want from in there?"

"Your guess is just as good as mine."

You both waited for about fifteen minutes, talking with each other about all the things you both got up to during your days with the cloak. You stood up when you saw Ron and Hermione stand and follow what Remus guessed were the footprints. You followed the group until Remus tapped your shoulder and pointed to the path you guys used to take to sneak to Hogsmeade. You both ran up the path and by the time you got to the edge of the treeline on the other side, harry had taken off the cloak and was talking to Ron and Hermione.

"He was their friend!" the boy yelled out. You looked at Remus and saw on his face that he knew exactly who the boy was talking about. Sirius.

You were brushing your hair as Remus paced the room. His thoughts were radiating out and you could almost feel anger, confusion, and a drip of helplessness. You turned away from the mirror. "Remus. You're going to make holes in the rug." You stood up and walked to where the man had now stilled.

"I am sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

"It's unfair. How are we expected to just sit around and listen to all the rumors about our friend! He wouldn't take it if it was one of us." he grabbed his cardigan and walked to the door.

"Remus? What are you doing?"

"I am going to tell Dumbledore exactly what needs to be done."

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ivedonemywaiting · 2 years ago

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I love that Harry says mullet and reaches for Sirius’ beard😭

These comics are EVERYTHING

more eighties wizard dog daddies! featuring harry’s first words!

be strong remus! ᕙ༼◕ ᴥ ◕༽ᕗ

#soft Remus lupin #Harry’s first word #Harry’s first word is MULLET I’m weeping #these gay 80s dad vibes are giving me LIFE #Remus says the mullet has to go #Sirius is the hairdresser in the family #domestic wolfstar dads

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arrestedforhomestuckcrimes · 2 years ago

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What's your "Should have realized that was neuroatypical" habit from childhood? Mine was/is reading cookbooks cover to cover.

#Rolad Dhal cookbook my childhood beloved...#Domestic goddess cookbook and the frugal gourmet <3 #There was a red and white checkered one too. Built like a three ring binder.#Don't remember the name of that one #Those were the main ones from childhood #These days we're more focused on the DnD cookbook #The harry potter cookbook #The Woks of Life is good and VERY helpful for me #Love their char siu pork #Just downloaded a new one to my kindle <3

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ellecdc · 8 months ago

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⚡️ - angst, ☀️ - fluff, ⛅️ - hurt/comfort, 🌶️ - smut/spicy, 🌈 - crack [comedy] 🫧 = elle’s favourites

The Winner Takes it All (you don't need to compete for the boys) ☀️ ->The Loser Has To Fall (companion piece) ☀️ Swim Lessons (meet cute with swim instructor marauders) 🌈 When One Door Closes (the boys support you as you end your toxic relationship)⛅️ Sweet Tooth (you love baking for the boys, and they love you) ☀️ Overthinking (you're convinced they're mad at you) ⛅️🫧 Our little gremlin (fem!readers sense of humour) 🌈 Sirius' Arch Nemesis (fem!reader finds a kitten) 🌈🫧 The Sound of Music (muggle born gn!reader x poly!marauders) ☀️ Two Steps Forward (fem!reader struggling with mental health, hurt/comfort) ⛅️🫧 Marauders + your younger sibling headcanons It's been you? (when they find out their gf is a secret animagus) ⛅️🫧 who are you talking to? (they find out their date talks to her cat) 🌈 we've got you (the boys help gn!reader through an epileptic seizure) ⛅️🫧 we don't need to celebrate (marauders x roommate!reader who cleaned her room)☀️ quit (reader gets upset when James is injured during a match) ⚡️⛅️🫧 "she's fine" "she's crying" (the boys are called to pick up sad drunk!reader) ⛅️ popping wheelies (marauders x wheelchair user!reader blurb) ☀️ Scout's Honour (the boys find fem!reader sleeping with her stuffie)☀️ post-war panic (x fem!reader hurt/comfort) ⛅️ what it feels like to win (sirius takes autistic!reader to get her nails done)☀️ why sirius is banned from shopping for reader 🌈 World Cup Woes (james & sirius love fussing over moony + reader with POTS)☀️ it's a tie (moonchaser vs Sirius x reader prank war ends in a +pregnancy test) ⛅️ -> of showers and babies (pregnancy fic) ☀️🫧 your boyfriend's a trollop (everyone dresses up as Sirius) 🎃🌈 that scallywag (the boys pout when reader matches Barty for halloween)🎃 social media manager (NHL marauders have a crush on slytherin staff!reader)🌈 post moon peace (the boys and werewolf!reader recover from a full)☀️ the plight of Padfoot (the pack meets another werewolf) ⛅️🌈🫧 papa padfoots sacrifice (mum!reader saves their child from dad!marauders)☀️🫧 the team's baby (medic!reader interrupts practice so they can feel baby kick) ☀️

+ Lily Evans James & Sirius & Remus & Lily &...you? (poly!marauders + lily x fem!reader)☀️🫧 -> shy!reader's first date with the marauders + lily ☀️ -> shy!reader doesn't know about Remus' furry little problem [marauders + lily]☀️ -> shy!reader learns about Remus' furry little problem [miscom trope] ⚡️⛅️ -> shy!reader finds her own way to help Sirius [hurt/comfort, Sirius-centric] ⛅️ Too Much (marauders + lily x their shy!reader who gets overwhelmed) ⛅️ four cheers for Hufflepuff (the Gryffindor's celebrate their quidditch player)

Seer!readers What did you See? (Seer fem!reader Sees a happy domestic life) ⛅️ -> Saw Bad (their oldest child inherits seer!reader's abilities) ⛅️ Sight's Set (Seer slytherin fem!reader Sees a new relationship with the boys) 🌈 -> the case of the missing pickles (it's not a date) 🌈🫧 -> the boys help her through one of her Sights ⛅️

whimsical!readers Where'd you go? (whimsical!reader wanders off) ☀️🫧 Slimy (the boys meet whimsical!readers pet snake for the first time)🌈 battered by baggage (whimsical!reader is missing, fluff) 🌈🫧 raising harry with poly!marauders? ( feat. whimsical fem!reader)☀️

feisty!readers Hard Softie (you're feisty to everyone except your boys) 🌈🫧 I wasn't running from you (slytherin reader feels insecure) ⛅️ Beginnings (feisty reader stealing the 💖 of the only one not already in love)☀️ 🫧 -> The beginning (how feisty!readers relationship with the boys started) ⛅️ -> the viper and her admirer (the boys learn of feisty!readers admirer) 🌈

zombie au not alone (zombie AU) ⛅️ -> worried about vs worried about (zombie au p2) ⚡️⛅️ -> let's stop here (reader & the boys convince Rem to stop for the night)☀️

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly marauders x reader #poly marauders x you #the marauders #the marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders

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lqveharrington · 19 days ago

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So American | D.M.

summary: You and Draco have a lazy day. However, you and Draco take your teas differently.

pairing: draco malfoy x american!reader

includes: MAJOR FLUFF, kissing, teasing, playful bantering

a/n: i was listening to olivia rodrigo.

When you first moved to the United Kingdom to further your studies on witchcraft and wizardry, you didn’t expect to fall head over heels. Especially when that person wasn’t know for their behavior back at Hogwarts; At least that’s what you heard from your co-workers. You didn’t believe that he — the sweetest nurse at St. Mungo’s — could be so cruel to the Harry Potter.

But when you found yourself getting closer to the Brit, you couldn’t help but ask him his reasoning. It wasn’t like you asked with malicious intent, and luckily he didn’t view it as such. He simply stated that he was young and stupid, making you stifle a laugh. From there, your friendship with the blonde deepened and blossomed into a steady relationship.

There were often days where you both worked on such a tight schedule at St Mungo’s, but on some occasions, you were both scheduled to have the same day off. These special days were entitled: Lazy Days. Quite original.

Lazy days were a familiar routine. The both of you would stay in bed as long as you could until you were starving and then lay on the couch reading a book until it was tea time. Something you had gotten accustomed to.

However, tea to you was different to people from England.

“Dray?” You yawn softly as he ran his fingers up and down your back. You finished reading a chapter a while ago and just wanted to be in the present until 4:30, which was when Draco would get up and prepare tea for the both of you.

Draco hummed in response to you calling out for him, gaze lifting from his book to your tired eyes. “My love?”

“I’m cold.” You pull on your blanket tighter and give him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you can continue reading.”

“You’re cute, you know that?” He set his book down and pulled you into his arms so you were comfortably straddling him. He pulled the blanket around the both of you as you easily tucked your head in his neck.

“You feel warm.” You hum into his neck, hands finding his shirt and slipping underneath. “Super warm.”

He chuckled softly, pulling his head back to take a look at your tired face. His eyes did a full sweep of you. From the stray strands of hair sticking to your forehead to the curves of your face.

“D’you wanna come with me to make tea?”

You shiver when his hands slip under your top and around your waist, a contrast to his other body parts. You move your head back into his neck, nodding softly at the question.

“Of course.”

Draco kissed your cheek and removed the blanket covering the both of you with ease. He secured his hands underneath your thighs and made his way over to the kitchen, setting you on top of one of the counters.

“Counter’s cold.” You grumble as you tuck your hands into your arms in attempts to warm your body from the freezing granite.

“M’sorry.” Draco gave you sorry smile and brought his hands down to your thighs and gentle rubbed to warm you. “Better?”

You smile warmly at him and let him go back to his tasks as the kettle whistles at you. This was always one of your favorite sights. Just the domesticated life you and Draco led outside of witchcraft and wizardry, well, as much as you could.

“Can you add creamer to mine?” You murmur and wince when you hear him drop the tea spoon into the cup itself, causing a loud clunk to ring out. You knew this was going to happen, it happened every time.

He looked up and glanced at you from the corner of his eye before blinking. “No.”

“Dray.” You huff, watching him stir in the sugar for the both of you. “Please.”

“Creamer is for coffee. You can have honey with your tea.” He opened the refrigerator for the honey. “Here.”

In horrible attempts, you tried to grab the creamer from the fridge but get pulled away by Draco himself. Rolling your eyes, you squirm and try escaping but no avail.

“Draco, you can have it with honey or whatever you put in your tea. I want creamer in mine.” You cross your arms, tilting your head up the slightest bit to face him. You watched him look at you with absolutely no emotion, hands still keeping you in place.

You pouted jokingly, making yourself seem cuter than normal. Draco raised a brow at you and shook his head, making you pout even more.

“Please.” You rest your forehead on his chest and feel his arms encase your body. “Just this once.”

After a beat, you hear Draco sigh and you know you’ve won him over, even if it hurts his poor Brit heart.

“You’re so American, my love.” Draco kissed the top of your head and opened the fridge for the creamer, handing it to you. “I’ll get you to convert eventually. You are living here now.”

“I’ll make you move to the states with me.” You cheekily reply, kissing his cheek. “I love you, Dray.”

He rolled his eyes and squeezed your hip as you poured creamer into your tea, watching the transparent liquid change. “I love you too, you American.”

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bobluvbot · 7 months ago

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late night cravings

pairing: sirius black x afab!reader summary: you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it) wc: 4k cw: pregnancy & baby talk, descriptions of food and eating, brief allusions to sex (not directly stated), no physical traits of reader specified but sirius can hold things out of reader’s reach a/n: so i had a lengthy angst fic for sirius’s debut on my blog and im halfway done on it but i cant seem to finish it bc it sends me to a depressing spiral each time <33333 so pls enjoy a very self-indulgent domestic excessively fluffy blurb with my beloved <33333 p.s this is not proofread so plz ignore mistakes ty <3

opening the tomato salsa jar turned out to be the hardest part.

back in bed, you thought the trickiest part of your late night escapade from sirius black was his long limbs wound up tight with yours, even in low light of the small nightlight in the corner, you could still make out the intricate script and designs following the curves and dips of his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

you had it committed to memory by now, having explored sirius’s body well enough to memorize the way his skin feels against yours, with heartbeats and breaths falling in sync without much effort.

judging by the way his breathing gets heavy after every exhale and the little snores that escape in between, you knew he was beyond knackered. it was day five of sirius’s new job as an deputy director at the auror office. the day he learned about the promotion was pure unadulterated happiness. after letting you know through an express owl, you mustered up enough vigor available to your seven months pregnant self to get out of the house and go to the local shops to get party supplies and food to celebrate sirius’s achievement.

Coming in third out of the list of things he genuinely loved in this life, after you and his luscious locks of course, was his job as an auror. young sirius had never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d work at the ministry, much less actually enjoy it. can’t really blame sixteen year old sirius, starting an underground rock band with the marauders seemed like the perfect thing to do after gruelling hours of studying at hogwarts.

defense against the dark arts came to him naturally, with some counterspells like second nature to him as being exposed with use of dark magic young gave him no choice but to grow up quickly and defend himself from the excruciating pain or the mind control that was from his own family’s doing. Winning the first wizarding war alongside his friends and found family has solidified sirius’s calling in eradicating the use of dark magic and making sure the next generation can have a safe and normal life without the looming threat of a megalomaniac sorting people with their blood status and taking over the wizarding world.

that night, sirius walked into a dark and eerily quiet home that had his senses on overdrive. but when the lights turned on and he saw familiar faces of his loved ones all beaming with pride, and there you were in the center, looking ethereal and round and all his, with his favorite red velvet cake on hand and a ridiculously big balloon that says “congratulations” tied to the candle, he could have melted in a syrupy mess of gooey happiness right then and there if he hadn’t caught himself together last minute.

Sirius had thought– that after you agreeing to go on one date with him to hogsmeade, winning the quidditch cup and seeing the proud look on minerva’s face, going home for christmas break and euphemia welcoming him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, remus teaching at the very same classroom you all were in years back, james and lily’s first kiss at the altar, holding little baby harry in his arms, you walking down the aisle with a bouquet of peonies in the most beautiful dress, and when you held his hand that one night and told him that you were expecting—- that he knew of love. but you do something extraordinary that has him scrambling to add to the endless list of why you’re the love of his life. he was so focused on you that he wasn’t prepared to catch pure muscle of james’s body as he flung himself to tackle his best friend in a hug. luckily, remus with a party hat was aptly standing between a toppling sirius and the living room wall, and he singlehandedly saved the two from creating a huge hole in the drywall.

this was the life, sirius had thought after many hours of partying celebrating and eating, when he laid beside you in bed, limbs tangled, sated and dizzy and warm as you both came down from your highs. and he gets to spend it with you.

but as fun and exciting sirius’s new job is, it entailed an increased amount of responsibility as he was assisting the head auror. his least favorite part of the job was the boatloads of paperwork he has to deal with. An express owl almost dropped a howler letter into the soup you were making for dinner earlier that day and you opened it up panicking thinking it was an emergency. But no, it was just sirius whining that his hand hurt and is about to fall off and that he needs you to kiss it better.

You did eventually, and one thing led to another and here you were, tucked in your husband’s warm embrace. you could stay here forever, only separating to drink water and bathroom trips, but the gnawing urge to eat something savory, sweet, tangy, and crunchy has possessed your entire being, the only way to quell it was to get up and go to the kitchen. the baby doesn’t seem to have a semblance of time yet, a fact you both envied and despised, because the clock on your nightstand said it was 3:48am in bold red numbers. A few months ago, you’d never be caught dead awake at this time, taking your precious sleep time seriously. The man himself would poke fun at you and say you’d gladly sleep through an earthquake or a housefire just as long as you get your seven to eight hours of sleep per day, and despite of your assumed role of contradicting and arguing with spontaneous and stubborn sirius, you had to agree.

But this was not about you anymore, or at least not quite yet for a good seventeen years, so you untangle yourself from sirius and your perfectly warm and cool side of the bed and waddle down the carpeted stairs, careful not to set foot on the creaky step that might risk waking sirius up. You need your secrets too, and you’re not in the mood to share food.

Grateful for the heavens that you and sirius stocked up on groceries two days ago, you had a wide selection of random items to munch on. A few days ago, you were introduced to the idea of a fluffernutter sandwich while scrolling through the short videos on your feed. Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff as spreads on their own was something you didn’t mind eating, but both together in a sandwich? You were enthralled, and the only way to quell the curiosity was to make it. So you did.

You shovel and slather more than enough spread on each slice of bread, though you might have used the same spoon on both jars.. but who’s to tell you off otherwise, your snoozing husband upstairs? pfft.

Smiling happily as if committing a particularly naughty crime, you place the spoon in your mouth, licking off the gooey mixture as you place the sandwich on a piece of paper towel (yes, you take the no dishwashing tonight seriously) on the table. humming, you mull over what to prepare next.

The baby needs something savory and tangy, but you’re not particularly keen on going through all the effort of heating up the soup from dinner, not to mention the amount of cutlery and dishes you’ll use for that, so you zero in on the tostada shells you chose rather than tortilla chips because its much more crispier.

Opening the fridge, you see the laughing cow on a round packaging and decide its the one, so you grab two cheese wedges from it.

Sirius had argued that the next aisle had actual, real blocks of cheese with a variety on display and that there was no point in getting artificially flavored ones. But you’ve gotten really good at giving him the stank face, which inadvertently ends 75 percent of nonsense bickering before it even starts; and since you’ve started showing more and more, sirius has admittedly gone softer on you, not that he was ever more but a pushover your entire relationship. Merely widening of eyes and a jut of your lower lip, even adding a slight tremble or two during times where you did actually fuck up, sirius can’t hold his stance longer than a minute before sighing and taking you in his arms. he might call you out for being a brat at times, but there’s no denying he loves it. And so the artificial wheel of cheese wedges got purchased and bagged home, and you’re meticulously spreading it over the golden shells, leaving little to no gaps of it bare.

Laying it on another paper towel, your heart gets giddy on your chest knowing you’re in for a treat tonight. But not quite time to start munching, the baby reminds you that you still need something tangy to complete the meal. So comes your big predicament, should you get dill pickles or tomato salsa?

It took you ten seconds too long of weighing down the pros-and-cons of choosing one and feeling like you made the wrong choice if you end up not liking it. It doesn’t help that the pregnancy hormones make you more anxious and tend to put you always on the verge of tears. So when the not-so-groundbreaking idea of just eating them both hits you, you feel the weight slide off your shoulders as you sigh. Because again, who’s gonna tell you that eating pickles this late at night can give you bad acid reflux, your snoozing husband? Pfft.

Snacking on some, you do manage to pick out the juiciest looking pickle chips and lay them atop of your tostadas. You and the little one are beyond excited to dive in. It’s looking like a mini upside-down pizza with the cheese spread first then the pickle as toppings. Only thing left now was the the tomato salsa slathered on top to seal the deal.

Opening tight lids wasn’t an issue for you before, in fact, you took pride when friends hand you a jar or bottle to open because you could do it in a breeze. Chances were, the lid wasn’t even screwed on that tight, you were just built different, you’d say with a shrug once you give the items back. So when the tomato jar doesn’t budge after two attempts, you get puzzled.

Maybe your hands were slippery? You wipe them down with a tea towel and try again. No.

You weren’t holding it tight enough? Fingers held taut against the lid, you try three times. Still no.

Determined, you try different positions before letting the jar go, shooting it glares as if it’d get intimidated and just open up for you. You were also getting lightheaded, and passing out on the kitchen floor due to excessive stimulation of your vagal reflex because you were too stubborn to use magic or wake your husband up to open it for you doesn’t seem like the best way to spend the early Tuesday morning hours.

Magic was even out of the option (well, in your brain it was), because your wand’s tucked beside sirius’s on your nightstand, and frankly, you don’t have the patience to drag yourself upstairs just to flick a utility spell to open the wretched thing. So you do the next best option: lose hope.

The disappointment was mutual between you and your baby. And the acid reflux did start to kick in, making your stomach grumble in both hunger and pain. This was all going so well until it isn’t, tears began to make its way up to your eyes.

“See, this is what you get for being greedy and eating all snacks by yourself,” sirius huffs behind you, deep voice still raspy with sleep. You didn’t even hear him getting out of bed and coming down the stairs, that’s how preoccupied you were with opening the jar.

He grabs the container away from you to open it, but not without throwing a scowl at your direction, handsome face contorted with furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth, enough to express that he felt betrayed by this whole ordeal. If you were in a better mood, you’d poke his sides and tackle him playfully, teasing him for being sulky. But for now, you need the jar opened so you could eat in peace. You’ll deal with the sharing food issue later.

“t wasn’t supposed to take long,” you mumble, caught off guard and refusing to make eye contact, pretending the fridge magnets beside sirius’s head is ten times more interesting than his face. You don’t miss his raised eyebrow and snort at your response.

The second attempt comes and he opens it with a satisfying pop. your mouth falls agape, eyeing the *now accessible* tomato salsa dip in disbelief. What the hell?

And you couldn’t even take the smug grin spreading across sirius’s face by the millisecond. Refuse to. You try to snatch the open container away from him but he holds it higher and out of reach, making a show of puffing his chest, flexing his biceps, even giving it a kiss. This is all James’s doing, you need to have a talk with Lily soon about keeping these two separated.

“Sirius!” you try to plead your way out. the trademark innocent, pouty expression settles on your face like a second mask, hoping he’d go down this easy.

It doesn’t work. He just chuckles, mocking your pleas and face while his free hand sneaks up and pinches your unsuspecting cheek to tease you further.

You yelp in mock outrage and swat his hand away, trying your best to keep your displeasure firm on your face, but you feel the giggles coming up. “This is why I sneak out alone to eat, you’re such a bully,” you huff, but take a seat in front of your makeshift spread.

Sirius places the jar near you, but not without poking your exposed sides, armed with the knowledge that the easiest way to get you laughing (and eventually conceding in an argument) is knowing where your tickle zones are. “Oh yeah,” he drawls, plopping himself beside you. “That’s also why you’re the only one waking up with an upset stomach, stinking up our bathroom so early in the morning.”

Now this one got you appalled, embarrassed, disturbed, basically hit with all the feelings. You’ve been living together long before you got married, and he never brought up this issue until today. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He makes a move to snatch the sandwich away but the embarrassment on your cheeks made you more agile, swatting his hand away and shielding the sandwich with your hands. “After I finish my meal,” you continue, shooting him a glare.

But see, one of the things that drove you nuts even way back at Hogwarts, was how Sirius Black mostly managed to outsmart you or be one step ahead of you in everything. After you turned him down without much thought whatsoever despite his grand declaration of interest, Sirius took it upon himself to show you (1) that you made a mistake for rejecting him, (2) that his ego won’t let you embarrass him like that again, (3) and that you won’t get rid of him that easily. Once he set his eyes on you, you were face to face with him in everything: grades, OWLs/NEWTs scores, Quidditch plays and bets, wins at the duelling club, even with the fucking gobstones tournament. He never let you catch a break.

Things were surely different now, since you vowed to be with him in sickness and health and untill death parts you both– hell, you’re carrying his child. So you figured maybe, maybe, he’ll let you catch a break this time. Let you eat in peace as you mull over his bathroom comment and how you’re going to get him back.

But again, no. Unlike you, Sirius remembered to grab his wand from the nightstand. Not even batting an eye, he says nonchalantly, “Accio sandwich.” And the fluffernutter you protected with all your physical might managed to escape your watch, and land gracefully on his waiting palm.

What irritated you more from this whole ordeal? The prodigal auror that climbed his way up the ranks and became the youngest deputy director, fully capable of complex spells and wielding different kinds of magic, felt the need to do a verbal Accio spell just to make a point to you.

Out of words, you just stare at him blankly. Too stunned to even cry in frustration because you knew you made a conscious, willing choice to be with this man.

Maybe your best guilt-tripping expression comes best when you’re not trying. Color drains from his face when you remained silent and he scrambles to take a bite off the sandwich before handing it back to you, or rather placing it on your limp hand as you refuse to acknowledge it, still too hurt to budge. “‘m sorry, baby. Just wanted to eat with you since we didn’t get to earlier.”

He did arrive later than usual, deciding to finish the stack of case files and paperwork so he won’t have to sift through them again the next day. There were plans to wait for him before eating, but when the jitteriness and slightly nausea started to kick in, you had no choice in the matter. Sirius had been sulky and clingy the moment he got home, and as compromise, you stayed to watch him eat; listening and reacting animatedly as he ranted about his stressful day.

So you cut him off some slack, also exhausted from all the emotional stimulation sirius brought since he woke up. As a silent peace offering (also because you’re not ready to say sorry to his face), you slide the tostadas within his reach and finally take your bite of the goddamn sandwich. It was good, tasted as expected, sweet peanut butter. You’d probably have it again as a drunk at 3am meal.

Sirius also went and got snacks of his own: microwaved popcorn, pickles, toasted bread slathered with butter, and grapes. Together, you munched on the little spread of random food you could find in your kitchen at 4am in comfortable silence, which is surprising after the earlier bickering. No matter how cheesy it sounded in your head, sirius was the only person that can drive you to the brink of insanity and right back. You were in for a hell of a ride for the foreseeable future; and while there’s a lot of uncertainty right now and changes to be made when the little one gets here, you’re beyond happy that you get to do all this with him.

Sleep was beginning to creep up on you. Of course he notices this right when you do, so a warm arm wrapped across your back urges you to settle on his lap, bodies melding into the familiar crevices like puzzle pieces, though you both had to adjust certain angles to accommodate your growing belly. You sit like this for a while; your head tucked securely in the crook of his neck, steady breaths lulling you to sleep, while sirius’s hands instinctively finds its way under your sleep shirt and on the natural curve of your belly, lithe fingers stroking and drawing soothing circles anywhere he could reach.

you wish you could stay like this forever– cozy and soft and safe– but alas, you were carrying sirius black’s offspring. the baby decides to reward you with a round of kicks, probably giddy after feeling their father’s touch. Sirius chuckles and coos at your bump, while a muffled groan leaves your lips from the sudden onslaught of movement, but still refusing to move from this comfortable position.

Smooth cold lips touch the side of your forehead and you relish in the feeling. “Does it ever hurt, love? All that kicking and wiggling?”

“Not really,” a content sigh leaves your lips. “Feels strange at times, seeing your belly move on its own.”

To prove your point, two tiny bulges make a split second appearance just above where Sirius’s hand lay. His thumb soothes the area lovingly.

“Definitely getting stronger though; Lily told me during the later months, harry for some reason loved to kick downwards, making bathroom trips more frequent than it already is. Not excited for that.”

He presses kisses on your forehead, temple, hairline, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Things that you do and endure for this ‘lil troublemaker,” sirius murmurs. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, you could feel his body reverberating with awe and fondness. You try to bask in it for as long as you could, but a passing thought makes its presence known to you again.

“Do i really make the bathroom stink?” it comes out whinier than you intended it to be but you just had to know for peace of mind.

Sirius��s whole frame vibrates as he tries to stifle his laughter, taking you with him. He’s laughing at your expense but you feel your own giggles brewing in your belly. You try to hold it in for longer, preserving some self respect. “A little bit,” he says solemnly. You groan, earlier mortified feeling returning in full swing. It triggers another round of chuckles.

“But dove, it’s nothing that my deep love and adoration for my lovely strong hot and sexy wife can’t handle.” He says assuredly, and you curse yourself for being so down bad for this man as blood rushes to your cheeks from his words. Good thing it’s dim and your face is still tucked in the crook of his neck.

You do pinch his arm in response, and both your laughters compliment the comfortable silence.

“Although,” he says after a while. “The betrayal of you eating without me still hurts.”

“Siri.. i’m sorry,” you mumble. “‘y looked so tired, Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

He tuts and doesn’t say much after that. In sirius dictionary, this means he just wants some affection from you— for you to dote on him and coax out his forgiveness, even if you both know he’s not really mad; judging by his arms still wrapped securely around your frame and steady breaths that tickle and fan on your bare skin.

So you mimic his actions from earlier, planting tiny kisses on his neck, collarbones, jawline, anywhere your lips could reach. Kissing his cheek seem to do the trick, his fake scowl quickly coming undone as a bashful smile breaks through the frown, and his tiny dimple you love so much making an appearance. The muggle maternity books did say dimples are genetic, so an image of a little Sirius running around and smiling up at you with those dimpled cheeks is a warming thought.

“I am charming all the lids to be stuck at night as soon as i wake up tomorrow for work.” You poke a sensitive spot on his side, making him jolt, but you couldn’t resist laughter as it bubbles out of the surface. “You’re insufferable, I can’t believe I married a psychopath.”

“And you let him knock you up too. I’d say it takes one to know one, hm?”

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maxdibert · 28 days ago

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Pretty messed up how some people are fans of a creepy and obsessive guy who didn’t care if a man and a child died just so he could get the girl.

Alright, let's break this down, anon, because there's a lot to unpack here.

I think I've mentioned this in several posts already, but I'll repeat it: Severus owed James Potter NOTHING—no compassion, no empathy, no mercy. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. James Potter was a rich, popular brat who abused his social and economic capital to torment a poor, unsupported boy for seven years just because he didn't like him from the moment they met on the train to Hogwarts, and from that moment on, he had it in for him. He was a terrible bully who used his friends to join in on that nasty bullying. So if Snape didn’t care that he died, well, Snape had every right to feel that way. Do you go to victims of domestic violence and tell them they should feel sorry for their abusers? No, right? Well, this is the same thing. James was an abuser, Severus was his victim. Severus did more than enough by not telling Voldemort to torture him to death with Cruciatus, because I would have. Honestly, I don't understand why Snaters always bring up the whole "James was dead and Snape walked over his body" as if it were some horrible thing when, hello! You're talking about an ABUSER being dead, mate. Of course, he walked right over his body—what surprises me is that he didn’t throw a party.

Harry had to die. I know this sounds terrible, but it’s basically what the prophecy indicated. He was a target that Voldemort wasn’t going to let slip away, his fate was sealed. And yes, it’s unethical. And yes, it’s immoral. But the truth is that wars are unethical and highly immoral, and horrible, monstrous decisions are often made. Harry was not an option—asking for mercy for him was pointless because there wasn’t going to be any.

I don’t think Severus ever believed that if James was out of the picture, Lily would go to him or anything like that. I mean, they hadn’t spoken for five years—about six by that time. Severus NEVER harassed or stalked Lily. The only time he went after her was when the whole SWM incident happened, and he tried to apologise. Once she made it clear she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, Severus respected her decision, and as far as we know from canon, they never interacted again. So, I don’t think, after six years of not talking, with his supposed former best friend having married and had a child with his personal bully, Severus had many expectations of them ending up in any sort of romantic relationship. I think, quite simply, that Lily always represented the only good part of his childhood—the only happy memories, the only moments of peace amidst the hellish violence he endured at home. I believe this was crucial for someone like him, whose childhood and teenage years were marked by violence, and he wasn’t willing to let the one good thing in his life end up murdered.

I agree that Severus is highly obsessive, but haters tend to frame this in a derogatory way, referring to his "obsession" with Lily, and I think it needs some clarification. Yes, Severus is obsessive, and he’s terribly immature at times, and he overreacts enormously when confronted with something that really triggers him (just look at how quickly he loses his temper with Sirius, for instance). This is obviously because he’s someone who never had the opportunity to grow up normally or develop cognitively as he should have, because his whole life was marked by violence. His home life was violent, and at school, he endured violence, and then at 20 years old, he handed his soul over to Dumbledore’s cause and had to work for nearly two decades at a school that was the epicentre of many of his traumas. He literally had neither the spaces nor the environments needed to heal and grow into a functional adult, and you can clearly see this in his behaviour. I’ve always said Severus is more of a diva than the cold, mysterious character people often make him out to be in fanon. To me, he’s someone who, on a personal level, hasn’t been able to grow emotionally in a healthy way and doesn’t know how to manage certain situations, especially those tied to his emotional issues. That said, I also don’t think he was romantically and/or sexually obsessed with Lily. I do think he loved her or was infatuated with her in his youth—first love, crush, whatever. But I don’t believe his need to avenge her death was due to romantic or obsessive love. I think it’s more about his obsession with repaying his debt to her. Severus always felt partially responsible for Lily’s death, and that’s where his obsession lies: it’s not that he’s obsessed with her, per se, but with the fact that he feels guilty for what happened. He feels, in some way, responsible for the death of the one person who showed him kindness, affection, and care during his childhood, which made her the most important person in his life at one point. And guilt often leads to obsession, much like grief that is not properly processed, and I don’t think that kind of obsession is creepy. I think it’s a very human kind of obsession.

Lastly, I don’t find Severus creepy at all. Why is he creepy? I mean, Harry was running around with his invisibility cloak, spying on everyone. The Marauders had A BLOODY MAP that allowed them to track everyone at Hogwarts 24/7 like some kind of magical GPS. Is Severus really the creepy one here? There are literally Animagi who turn into animals to spy on people—I have to laugh at the whole creepy argument.

That being said, if you’re going to come into my DMs to complain about Severus, at least bring some convincing arguments because it’s a bit tiresome hearing the same nonsense over and over again.

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