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once-upon-an-imagine · 1 year ago

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Teenage Dirtbag - Eddie Munson

A/N: well, this keeps on working so far 😂😂😂 here's Eddie's story! and then is full Marauders, James, then Remus, and then Sirius! I hope you guys like it!

Request - lunamadhatter99 asked: I do have a request, my friend! I'm so happy requests are open😍 Anyway: Henderson!Reader x either Steve or Eddie (whoever works better for you), where the reader is very quiet, not necessarily shy, but still. She's targeted by the jocks too because she's the "loser" sister, you know, and maybe one day, one of their pranks went too far and she's very upset about it (maybe is the process a special possession of hers). Every time she gets bullied, Steve/Eddie helps her comfort her, especially because she doesn't want to tell his little brother, who thinks she is friends with them... does it make sense? I don't know, I'm sorry 😂👋

Warnings: mentions of sex; Billy being an asshole (also, this is kinda between s3 and 4 and Billy didn't die so Jason and Andy are his dumb friends I hope this makes sense) reader is kind of mean to Dustin (not really, she's just grumpy and a loner instead of shy, kind of like Kat in 10TIHAY)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

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Teenage Dirtbag

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh

“DUSTIN! Hurry up! Steve is gonna be here any second! We’re gonna be late!” you smashed your hand against the bathroom door, yelling for your brother to get ready. You had been feeling anxious all day. Something inside you told you that today might not be a good day and, as much as you tried not to, you took it out on Dustin.

“I’m coming! Geez, calm down!”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen to finish your coffee and wash the dishes but you tripped over a bag full of garbage.

“Ugh! Dustin!” you yelled as he walked over to you.

“What? What did I do now?”

“The trash is your chore” you complained, grabbing the bag and handing it to him. “When I say take out the trash, I mean outside of the house. To the trashcan!”

“Maybe you can show me for next time” he laughed.

“Maybe I can give your Nintendo to goodwill” you smirked back, erasing the smirk off his face.

“Fine, sorry” he said, grabbing the bag and going outside.

“Let’s go!” you said as soon as you heard Steve’s car parking on your driveway.

“Wait, where’s lunch?”

“Oh, shit!” you said, grabbing some of the money you left near the door in case Dustin needed to order food. “Here” you said, grabbing $10 for yourself and giving Dustin $5.

“Why do you get $10 and I get $5?” Dustin complained.

“Take out the freaking trash!” you replied, mocking his exact same tone.

“Good morning, Hendersons!” Steve smiled as you got in the front and Dustin got in the back.

“Thanks for the ride, Steve” you said. “Robin still out of town?” you asked, confused to not see her there already.

“Yeah, she’s coming back next week-”

“Why are we even going this early? School doesn’t start for another hour!” Dustin asked on the ride to school. “And why do you always ride shotgun?”

“Because I’m Steve’s favorite Henderson” you smirked. “And Steve has an early shift, so I wasn’t going to make him wait for us” you explained. “Plus, I have to get together with Nancy for something about the school paper” you informed him.

“Well, I could have taken my bike-”

“Just say thank you, Dustin!”

“Thank you” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Hey, aren’t those your old friends?” Dustin asked as Steve drove into the parking lot. You looked to where he was pointing to see the basketball players hanging outside the school with some of the cheerleaders.

“No” both you and Steve replied at the same time.

“Are you sure?” Dustin asked, confused. He recognized some of them, although he had noticed you never talked to them anymore.

“I’m sure” you said, rolling your eyes. “Just… stay away from them, okay?”

“Okay” he said, unconvinced. “Um, are we having movie night?” he asked Steve.

“Yeah, my house” he nodded.

“Cool. I think we’re going to Mike’s after school, so I’ll see you there” he told them.

“Okay” you nodded. Dustin started opening his door but you stopped him. “Dusty” you said, making him look confused at you. You rarely called him that anymore. “Nothing… I’ll see you at Steve’s” you told him and he nodded before he got out.

You saw him make his way over to Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El and you heard him complain about you and all of them saying how you used to be fun and happy all the time. You let out a sigh of frustration, throwing your head back on the chair.

“You know, you could just… tell him” Steve shrugged.

“I’m good” you told him.

“Dustin’s just worried about you” he insisted. “And to be honest, so am I-”

“Harrington, I know my brother’s your best friend now-”

“That’s not true” he glared at you.

“But you were my friend first and you promised we wouldn’t discuss this with Dustin” you told him.

“I’m just… a little confused, okay? Why did you all of the sudden stop hanging out with them like, what, a year ago?”

“You did too!” you argued.

“Well, yeah, because they’re assholes-”

“Exactly” you told him.

“But, now you’re here alone, because I graduated, I just don’t want you to be alone-”

“I’m fine on my own” you shrugged. “Plus… Eddie’s my friend-”

“Oh, right… Munson. That’s another thing. I know something happened last Halloween, okay? You mysteriously stop hanging out with all of our friends, you started wearing darker clothes, darker makeup and you start hanging around with Eddie, the freak, Munson-”

“I told you to stop calling him that” you glared at him.

“Which you also hide from Dustin-”

“Well, I just don’t want him to think that the only reason he and his friends are in Hellfire is because I asked Eddie to look after them-”

“But you did-”

“Steve, it is too early in the morning to have this discussion” you said, rubbing your temple.

“Fine… I’ll drop it” he said. “For now” he added, making you glare at him a little. “You working today?”

“No, it’s my day off” you informed him.

“Cool, want me to pick you up after work?”

“You sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“Nah, you’re my favorite Henderson after all” he smirked.

“I knew it!” you said, kissing his cheek before you opened the door. “See you later, Stevie” you said.

“Have a good day, kid” he waved at you.

He noticed you walking close to the group of jocks and they yelled something at you but you simply flipped them off and kept walking. Steve felt a bit uneasy about it but decided he would ask you about it when he picked you up. Sooner or later, you had to talk to him.

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“Hey, princess” you felt a small smile, trying to contain the butterflies you felt in your stomach when you heard that voice. You turned around to see Eddie smiling at you.

“Munson, I thought you were standing me up today” you said as he sat at your usual table in the woods, past the bleachers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love” he said, sitting in front of you. “What do you got for me today?”

“I forgot to make lunch, so I had to grab something from the vending machine” you said, putting your cigarette out. “So, pretzels, or Reeses Pieces?”

“You just… happened to pick my two favorite things?” he smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, Henderson, I would think you like me” he mocked you.

“Uh-huh, is that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? And two cokes?” your sked, looking at his bag.

“Grape jelly. Your favorite” he winked at you.

“Huh, if I didn’t know any better, Munson, I would think you like me” you returned the smirk.

“Wanna split it?” he asked and you nodded as you split the three things between the two of you. “So, what are you working on?” he asked, about to grab your sketchbook.

“Nothing!” you quickly said, putting it away before he could get it.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all” he mocked you. “Come on, show me!”

“It’s just… a work in progress” you told him. “It’s not finished yet” you insisted.

“Fine, be all mysterious” he chuckled. “Hey, did you get new colored pencils?” he asked, grabbing one of them.

“Oh, um… y-yeah” you said nervously. “There was a discount at the store where I work and-”

“Really?” he raised his eyebrow at you. “Or were your old ones… broken?”

“Um… there may have been an… incident-”

“Who?” he asked, his tone turning angry.

“It doesn’t matter, Eddie-”

“Yes, it does! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I don’t want you to get into a fight and not graduate with me this year” you told him, making him laugh just barely. “Look, it’s fine. I really did get a discount and…” you said, looking through your bag. “I got markers too” you smiled brightly at him. “Look!”

You stood from your place and sat down on the table with your feet on the bench next to Eddie. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your knee, which was not an uncommon thing for you to do whenever you drew something on him but he felt his cheeks blushing. You quickly drew a small doodle of the Hellfire symbol using different colors and you smiled when you were done, showing it to him. Eddie rarely get to see that smile on you and he loved it when it happened.

“Holy shit!” he smiled, looking down at his hand. It looked cooler than the one in his shirt.

“Do you like it?” you asked, bashfully.

“I love it, princess! This is amazing!” he said, looking back at you. “You’re amazing” he smiled.

“Um, thanks” you said, looking down at his hand and feeling your cheeks burn. You could not ignore the butterflies in your stomach any longer. You grabbed his hand and stroked your thumb against your new drawing. “Uh, a-actually, what I didn’t want to show you is um… kind of… a surprise…” you admitted, not facing him.

You saw Eddie’s hand untangle from yours and make its way up to your chin, lifting your head gently and making you look into his beautiful, chocolate-brown eyes.

“A surprise?” he asked, smiling brightly. You simply nodded, unable to form any words by the way he was looking at you. “What is it?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise!” you chuckled. “I just want to finish it before I show it to you” you told him.

“Okay, fine” he said, as his hand suddenly found its way back to yours and you started playing with his rings. “But… you promise you’ll show it to me when it’s done?”

“I promise. I mean, it’s kind of… for you” you told him.

“Really?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, it’s kind of… a thank you” you admitted. “For everything” you added. “Even for my brother and his friends. Thanks for letting them in Hellfire” you told him. “I know they're a bit weird but… I love them and I'm happy they found someone like you” you said.

“My pleasure, princess” he told you. “They’re cool kids” he chuckled. “Especially Dustin” he added. “Although he keeps asking me why I always have different doodles all over me” he chuckled.

“Yeah, he’s pretty smart” you laughed too. “I don’t think it’ll be long before he realizes about us” you said, without really thinking. “I m-mean uh-”

“Us?” Eddie smirked. “And exactly what would he realize?” he asked, getting up and towering a little over you, placing his hands on both your sides. “That we’re friends?” he asked, with the same smirk still plastered on his face.

“Y-yeah, I guess” you said innocently.

“Would he mind?”

“Um- I don’t think so, I just… don’t want him to think that you’re only his friend b-because of me” you explained.

“Oh, he wouldn’t think that” he assured you, as he gently brushed your hair away from your face. “And… what if he thinks there’s something else between us?”

“Is there?” you asked, as you felt him getting closer. And then the bell rang. The stupid bell rang. “Fuck!”

“Ignore that” he pleaded.

“No! We have a Math test” you said, pushing him away and gathering all of your things. “I told you, Eddie, you’re graduating this year, with me. Let’s go!” you threatened him.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart” he said, as you pulled him with you but he was stronger and he pulled you back. “To be continued?” he smirked.

For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, you smiled. It was a different smile, one that you didn’t think you had in you anymore and you could see Eddie noticed it. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“To be continued, Munson” you said, before you started pulling him towards the school despite his protests.

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You were waiting in the parking lot for Steve. As much as you wanted, you were not able to be with Eddie alone the rest of the day. You were hoping to catch him at the end but, as a surprise to no one, he got detention, so here you were.

“Well, if it isn’t my lucky day?”

You cursed under your breath, silently begging for Steve’s car to appear any moment now. But no such luck.

“Hargrove” you sighed. “Oh, if it isn’t Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum” you smirked at Jason and Andy, standing with Billy.

“Fancy meeting you here, babe” Billy smirked at you.

“Can’t say the same” you said, trying to walk away but he stepped in front of you. “What do you want, Hargrove?”

“See, I have a question for you” he said. “Andy here, says he saw you coming out of those woods with Eddie fucking Munson” he said, getting closer to you and making you take a step back. “Is that true?”

“I fail to see how that’s any of your business, really” you glared at him.

“Well, for starters, I think Munson can do better” he said, making Andy and Jason laugh.

“Lovely” you rolled your eyes, trying to walk away again but they blocked your way.

“Aw, did I strike a nerve there? Do you have a crush on Munson?” he mocked you.

“Just, leave me alone, Billy-” you said, trying to leave but, you felt your sketchbook being taken from you.

“Oh, what is this?” Jason asked, opening the sketchbook. “Do you write your love letters to that freak here?” he laughed.

“Give that back!” you said, trying to get it back from him.

“Oh, it’s even better than that!” he said, showing your sketches to Billy and Andy who started laughing.

“Give me that!” you said as he tossed it to Billy.

“Looks like you’re a bit obsessed with him, babe” he said, looking at your drawings. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t want anything to happen to this, would you?” he said, tearing a few pages apart.

“Billy, give it back!” you yelled, but he pushed you back, making you fall to the ground, your hands aching when they hit the pavement.

“Whoops, clumsy me” he said, tossing your sketchbook on a nearby water puddle.

“Stop it!” you said, getting up and trying to get to it but Andy pushed you away.

“HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

“You want something, freak?” Jason yelled, smirking.

“Oh, speak of the devil” Billy smirked as Eddie approached all of you.

“Get the fuck away from her” he said, making his way over to Billy.

“Why don’t you keep walking and mind your business, freak?”

“You know, I gotta say, even for you, it’s pretty low, three guys against one girl” he smirked, erasing Billy’s.

“You really think it’s worth it? Standing up for that slut-?”

Before Billy could go on, Eddie quickly punched him in the face.

“Eddie!”

“You’re dead, freak!” Jason said, punching Eddie back while Billy got up, laughing.

“Looks, like you got some fire in you, Munson!” he yelled before he punched him too.

“Eddie!” you yelled, trying to get to him but Andy stopped you. “Stop it!”

“You having fun, Munson?” Billy smirked as he landed punches on Eddie before he grabbed him by his jacket. “No one tells me what to do!” he said before he pushed him to the ground again. He then threw himself at Eddie and started landing punch after punch, like a madman. The last time you had seen Billy like this was when he fought Steve and it shook you to your core.

“STOP IT! BILLY, STOP!”

“You really think you traded up, babe?” he smirked, looking at you. “He’s even worse than Harrington!”

“STOP IT, PLEASE!” you said, as tears started welling up in your eyes.

“Aw, you gonna cry, princess?” he said, mocking Eddie’s voice with the last word.

As if your prayers were finally answered, a car reeled in front of you, almost hitting Jason.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” he asked as Steve got out of the car.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

“Come join the party, Harrington” Billy smirked at him, finally letting go of Eddie. “Ready for round two?”

“Yeah, let me just get my friend here” Steve smirked, grabbing his bat out.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Andy said, letting go of you, and slowly walking away with Jason. You quickly ran over to Eddie, pushing Billy aside.

“Ready to go, Hargrove?” Steve said, walking closer to him as he and the other two stepped away.

“You know what? She’s not even fucking worth it” Billy said, throwing one last glare at you. “Let’s just go” he told Jason and Andy as they walked away.

“Eddie! Oh my God, Eddie! Can you hear me?”

“Do I have a concussion or did King Steve Harrington just save my ass?”

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“Ouch!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry” you apologized, taking the cotton ball away.

You were now in Steve’s kitchen, cleaning Eddie up. You carefully pulled his hair up in a messy bun with your scrunchie so you could see him better. You placed your hand softly on his cheek and your heart broke seeing a big purple bruise printed on his left eye. He looked at you with his huge, deep brown puppy eyes and you had to take a deep breath to not lose it right there because you knew he needed you.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, worriedly.

“M-me? You’re asking if I’m okay? Eddie, Billy and Jason just beat the shit out of you, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

“First of all, I’d like to think that I handled that with dignity. Secondly, you fell to the ground and that idiot Andy was hurting you” he said, grabbing your hand and tracing his thumb gently on the bruises forming in your arms where Andy grabbed you.

“I’m really sorry, Eddie” you said, coming out in a whisper and tracing your thumb against the now fading drawing you made earlier on his hand. A small tear fell down your cheek and Eddie quickly wiped it away before he cupped your cheek.

“Princess, you have nothing to be sorry for” he assured you.

“Yes, I do! You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it wasn’t for me” you insisted.

“Hey” he said, pulling you closer to him. “I would do it all over again, love” he smiled at you.

“Hey, man” Steve said, coming into the kitchen and making you and Eddie jump apart. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I got some clean clothes for you” he said offering Eddie a shirt and some sweatpants.

“Thanks, man” Eddie smiled, grabbing the clothes from him. “I’m uh- gonna go change and I’ll get out of your way-”

“We’re having movie night” Steve blurted out of the sudden. “We’re ordering pizza and Dustin, Mike, and the rest are coming over. If you’d like to stay” he offered.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, man-”

“You’re not intruding. It’s the least I can do after you got hit for me” you told him.

“You keep bruising my ego, Henderson” he smirked at you. “What are we watching?” Eddie asked, interested.

“Gremlins” you told him.

“Seriously?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at Steve.

“Don’t look at me, man. It was her turn to choose the movie!” he said pointing at you.

“Shut up, you two. Gremlins is an awesome movie!”

“Isn’t that what you call your brother and his friends?” Eddie laughed. “I didn’t know that was your favorite movie, princess” he said. “Well, how can I say no to that masterpiece and pizza, I really can’t” he said, leaving the kitchen.

“So…” Steve started.

“So?”

“Are we going to talk about what happened today or are we just going to pretend nothing happened?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Well, you can choose between telling me why your sketchbook has smudgy drawings of Eddie” he said, opening your wet, torn, destroyed sketchbook. “Or why Hargrove and his friends were beating the shit out of him in the parking lot” he added.

“Steve, I don’t want to talk about it-”

“Well, tough. Look, we’ve been friends for a very long time now. I told you why I stopped talking to Tommy and Carol and all of our friends but you never told me why you did and somehow Munson knows!” he argued. “I get that you don’t tell Dustin everything because you want to protect him but what is so horrible that you couldn’t tell me?”

“You don’t want to know-”

“Yes, I do! You’re my best friend! You can tell me anything!”

“You’re gonna hate me!”

“What? No! I swear, okay? Nothing you say will make me hate you! We’ve been through enough shit that you should know that already-”

“I slept with Billy!” you blurted out.

“W-what?” Steve asked, hoping he hadn’t heard you right.

“What?” another voice asked, from another side of the kitchen. Dustin.

“Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me!” you said, feeling like you were going to throw up. “What are you doing here?”

“We all just got here, I was looking for you” he said, walking closer to you and Steve. “You slept with Billy Hargrove, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dustin!” Steve warned.

“You know what? I don’t want to deal with this right now” you said, grabbing your damped sketchbook and walking out of the house to Steve’s backyard. Dustin was about to follow you but Steve stopped him.

“Look, I get that you’re upset but you’re not going out there if you’re only going to upset your sister more. She had a hard day-”

“Well, how would I know that, Steve? She doesn’t talk to me!”

“What’s with all the yelling?” Eddie said, coming back into the kitchen.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” Dustin asked confused. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Uh- I am…” he looked at Steve, unsure as to what to say.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on? And what are you two and my sister hiding from me?”

“We’re not hiding anything from you. You need to calm down and we can go sort this out, okay?”

“Fine” Dustin said, unconvinced.

“You promise you won’t snap at her like you just did” Steve glared at him a little.

“Okay” he sighed, rolling his eyes. The three of them walked outside to find you sitting on one of Steve’s pool chairs. Steve and Eddie sat next to you and Dustin sat on the edge of the one you were sitting in. “Uh, hey” he said, nervously. “Um-” he continued when both Steve and Eddie glared at him. “I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier” he muttered.

“It’s fine, Dusty” you said, sitting up and hugging your legs to you.

“Look, Dustin and I are just worried about you” Steve continued. “We don’t want to push you or anything, we just… want to know what’s going on with you” he added. You looked up at Eddie and he softly nodded at you. He really wanted to hold your hand but he figured Dustin might freak out about it too.

“Um…” you took a deep breath. “Look, I know that… I’ve kind of been pulling away” you started. “And I’m sorry, it’s just…” you sighed. “It was a stupid mistake and I didn’t want either one of you to hate me” you admitted.

“What- uh, when?” Dustin stuttered. “Um, no, y-you go” he said.

“It just happened once” you informed them.

“At… last year’s Halloween party?” Steve guessed and you nodded.

“Look, I was… really drunk and, dad had just left and… mom was kind of a mess and… I don’t know, I guess I was too” you said, sadly.

“Wait, I was there that night, why didn’t you tell me anything?” Steve asked, confused.

“You had your own shit going on” you reminded him. “With Nancy” you added. “So, after you left I got drunker and… then I don’t know, Billy was just there and… it happened” you sighed. “And after I felt so awful” you told them. “When I came down I ran into Eddie and he saw I was upset” you explained. “He drove me home and… he stayed with me and he made sure I was okay” you smiled. “That’s how we became friends-”

“You two are friends?” Dustin asked. “I knew I recognized your doodles” he said, looking at the metalhead.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you” you told Dustin. “I just… didn’t want to get into the whole thing and… it’s not really the conversation you have with your little brother” you admitted.

“I get that but… we used to talk about everything” Dustin said, sadly. “We were always kind of a team and for the past year it just felt like… you hated me” he said.

“Dusty” you said, sitting closer to him and hugging him. “I could never hate you” you assured him. “I am so sorry I pushed you away, I was just… so embarrassed about what happened and, I kind of wanted to forget the whole thing and I guess that in the midst of it all I just… ended up pushing everyone away” you explained.

“So, what happened today?” Dustin asked, confused.

“Well, I was waiting for Steve to pick me up and Billy and his friends just started being idiots” you told him. “Eddie saw and tried to help me” you continued. “And then Steve got there with his bat and they went away” you told him.

“So, that’s why you tell me to stay away from them? I mean, I always knew Billy was a dick but… all of your friends?”

“Well, yeah. I told Billy that if he ever said a word about what happened to anyone, I’d tell everyone he cried like a bitch and he had a small dick” you said, making the three of them laugh a little. “And then, either I just stopped talking to them or they would stop talking to me and… it wasn’t just Billy, you know? You were right” you said, looking at Steve. “They were all just… assholes” you admitted.

“I could have told you that a long time ago” Eddie chuckled.

“You okay?” Dustin asked you.

“Yeah” you smiled. “I’m sorry… about… everything” you told him. “Both of you” you said, looking at Steve.

“Don’t worry” Dustin smiled at you. “I love you dumb-dumb” he said, putting his fist so you would bump it.

“Love you too, dumb-dumb” you smiled back and bumped his fist. “No more lies” you promised and he nodded, smiling.

“It’s fine” Steve said, getting up and kissing your head. “C’mon little Henderson, let’s go set everything up” Steve said, patting Dustin on his back.

“Wait, why do I have to go?” he complained, still getting up.

“Just be nice to your sister, man, she’s been through a lot” Steve complained.

“What about me? I have been through a lot too!” he said, dramatically as they went inside, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“Hey” you smiled back at Eddie.

“Hi, princess” he said, moving over to take Dustin’s place in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“Not so bad” you sighed. “I still would have preferred not to discuss my sex life with my little brother but… it is what it is” you chuckled.

“Sorry about your sketchbook, love” he said, looking at it on the floor.

“It’s okay” you sighed, going through the damped pages. “It just… might take me a little longer to finish your surprise now” you said, sadly.

“Wait, is that… is that me?” he asked, feeling his heart flutter.

“It�� was supposed to be” you told him. “I mean, your D&D character” you muttered. “I… wanted to um… I was trying to get it right and I thought you m-might like it-”

“It’s perfect, princess” he smiled at you.

“It’s ruined, Eddie” you chuckled.

“Well, then I guess I need to get you another sketchbook, love” he said, grabbing it from you.

“You don’t have to get me one, Eddie” you smiled as he scootched closer to you.

“Jesus, Henderson would you just let me do something nice for you” he smiled, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“You do nothing but nice things for me, Munson” you smiled.

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me, sweetheart” he smiled back.

“Well, in that case, maybe you can do one more nice thing for me” you said, pulling him by his shirt, well, Steve’s shirt and he pulled you gently, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Gladly, princess” he said, smiling before he finally connected his lips with yours. He felt you smiling against his lips as you started deepening the kiss before you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey guys, pizza’s here- what the fuck?” you jumped apart when you heard Dustin’s voice again, with Lucas, Will, and Max standing next to him, trying not to laugh. “You two are together? I thought there were no more lies!”

“Would you believe me that this literally just happened, Henderson?”

The End

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A/N: hope you loves liked it! :D

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moonlightdancer26 · 1 year ago

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can you show me where in the books it implies/says that sirius was abused? /gen I honestly don't remember, all I recall is him saying his mother didn't like that he was in gryffindor and not a blood purist etc and they fought often bc of it.

Allow me:

 Kreacher bowed again and said, “Whatever Master says,” then muttered furiously, “Master is not fit to wipe slime from his mother’s boots, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him, how she hated him, what a disappointment he was —” (OOTP, Chapter 6)    “Leave?” Sirius smiled bitterly and ran a hand through his long, unkempt hair. “Because I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal . . . my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them . . . that’s him.”

“He was younger than me,” said Sirius, “and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.” (OOTP Chapter 6) (Being consistently reminded that your younger brother is so much better than you because he’s a pureblood supremacist? Ouch)   “It was my father’s,” said Sirius, throwing the ring into the sack. “Kreacher wasn’t quite as devoted to him as to my mother, but I still caught him snogging a pair of my father’s old trousers last week.” (OOTP Chapter 4)  

“He’s [Kreacher] been alone too long,” said Sirius, “taking mad orders from my mother’s portrait and talking to himself, but he was always a foul little —” (Sirius about Kreacher, OOTP Chapter 6)

  “I don’t know,” said Sirius, “I haven’t seen anyone from the Order all weekend, they’re all busy. It’s just been Kreacher and me here . . .”  There was a definite note of bitterness in Sirius’s voice. (OOTP Chapter 14)   Hasn’t anyone told you? This was my parents’ house,” said Sirius. “But I’m the last Black left, so it’s mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for headquarters — about the only useful thing I’ve been able to do.”  Harry, who had expected a better welcome, noted how hard and bitter Sirius’s voice sounded. (Chapter 5)  Sirius heaved another great sigh, cast a dark look at the tapestry, and he and Harry went to join the others. (Chapter 6)   “I don’t like being back here,” he said, staring across the drawing room. “I never thought I’d be stuck in this house again.” (Sirius, OOTP Chapter 6) 

I mentioned Sirius’s mental state and bitterness a lot here because I don’t have a doubt that being stuck in his childhood home where he was clearly very “mistreated” made it much harder for him. He showed blatant signs of alcoholism, depression, and PTSD. Many people brush this off as him “being moody that he’s being quarantined and therefore acting out in childish and frustrating ways,” which is true, but I think it’s seriously (no pun intended) disregarding of what he was going through. This happens to be the book where Sirius annoys me the absolute most, and while I don’t think having gone through something like that justifies your later behaviour; I really try to understand and sympathise with what he went through and how he acted because of it. He spent a majority of his life being trapped: being trapped in his parents’ house as a kid/teen (where he later ran away), being framed and wrongfully sent to Azkaban for over a decade (where he escaped), escaping Azkaban only to be forced to stay at his parents’ home, and then having the only time he left the house resulting in getting murdered in front of his godson. 😀

Anyway, seeing people brush off the blatant emotional and mental abuse he went through simply because it “wasn’t physical” (abuse comes in many forms, just because he wasn’t abused in “that way” doesn’t mean he wasn’t abused in “this way”) or because they don’t like him is extremely disgusting. Especially considering that I not only went through something extremely similar with my mother when I was a kid, but because the Snapedom has to constantly ask of Snape antis to merely not dismiss the fact that Snape was abused. You cannot criticise the Marauders fandom for doing things like that and simultaneously doing the same thing to the characters you hate. Double standards as a whole infuriate me, no matter which “side” of the fandom I’m on. If you have a rule, stick with it.

All of the quotes I’ve mentioned are from Order of the Phoenix, I just added the chapters. I’ve had these saved in Notes in case I needed to whip out receipts for arguments. But thank you for your question, Nonnie, I’ve been meaning to talk about this.

#also the fact that it had to have been so bad that he literally ran away when he was 16 #sheesh #tw mentions of abuse #tw abuse #sirius black #pro sirius black #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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thistlecatfics · 4 months ago

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Okay, I want your opinion/meta on Sirius and Regulus' relationship. I I am so bad for them, BADD I ship them so much but it's impossible not to given the potential for angst, repressed sexual tension and shekspiarian tinged love that overflows their ship. I read your fanfic of them inspired by Taylor's song and it was very well done, I was very grateful to have found it, however I'm very interested to know your opinion given how unpopular this ship is.

Hello hello!

I started writing, and I realized I could write about these two forever whoops. This is going to a bit scattered, and hopefully I'll just keep adding to it.

Obvious content warnings for incest and underage! (though nothing is explicitly described here)

I don’t think this ship is unpopular at all! Looking at otp:true fics, the Sirius ships in order are: 1) Sirius/Remus, 2) Sirius/James, 3) Sirius/Snape, 4) Sirius/Hermione, 5) Sirius/Harry, 6) Sirius/Regulus. For Regulus it goes: 1) Regulus/James, 2) Regulus/Sirius. For an incest ship, that feels very high.

They are so captivating!

"I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal... my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them... that's him. He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded."

My idiot brother, soft enough to believe them! “Soft enough!” What a way to describe your brother. Sirius can be so cruel in his words when he wants to be but calling him ‘soft’?? There’s so much tenderness there even when he’s trying to be defended about it.

I have a number of different versions of them in my head, given that I’m not engaging in a critical reading of the text with regard to their relationship and more of the fact that I’m an incest survivor who has projected onto them as needed throughout the past twenty years. I like canon compliance and being rooted in the text, but I also recognize that most of my impressions of them are more about me and less about the text.

I love many different versions, but I will say I cannot stand the newly popular fanon (especially in Jegulus circles) where Regulus wants to leave but nobly sacrifices himself to stay and be the heir so Sirius is able to leave the family.

Regulus and Sirius love each other more than anything. Sirius builds into the core of his identity that he is Regulus’s protector. (When Regulus rejects that protection, he is crushed.) Regulus builds into the core of his identity that he and Sirius are one unit, a soul in two bodies. (When Sirius builds an autonomous identity outside of the family, he is crushed.) They are never quite able to forgive the other (because they are never quite able to forgive themselves for needing the other so much.)

Here are a few contradictory thoughts and headcanons and ideas:

Regulus is Walburga’s golden child, and it’s not uncommon for the golden child to be the one who is sexually abused while the scapegoat is physically and emotionally abused. The intimacy of sexual abuse as a marker of goodness and specialness within the abusive family system.

Regulus is the initiator. The hypersexual kid. His mother uses him to make herself feel good, and Regulus wants to do the same for Sirius, because his mother loves him, and he loves Sirius, and that’s what you do when you love someone so much.

And Sirius resists… just long enough that he can tell himself he resisted.

And Sirius steals wine from the adults to share with Regulus so he has something to blame for giving into his desires again and again.

As he gets older and spends more time with the Potters and in Gryffindor, his behavior with Regulus becomes something he associates with the awfulness of his family which he is trying desperately to reject.

Regulus tries to initiate. Sirius is quite cruel in his rejection.

(He returns to Regulus’s bedroom later that night, and he is cruel in how he embraces Regulus, but Regulus is thrilled to be used.)

Sirius runs away, and Regulus can’t forgive him. Sirius has sex with random older men in Hogsmeade and keeps saying Regulus’s name. Regulus starves himself Seeker-skinny and that’s something to focus on, a disciplining of his desires.

Then, maybe that’s it for them. Or maybe they come together in the castle by random happenstance or at a wedding of some politically neutral pureblood family, and they both carry too much hurt and a family legacy of cruelty, and they have sex to try to punish themselves and punish the other, and then that’s it for them, because Regulus dies and doesn’t tell Sirius when he defects. They each know that they love the other, but they can't believe that they themselves are loved.

Or maybe, Sirius is the initiator. He holds enough power over Regulus by age and by status of being the heir and by size that it can’t be considered anything other than abuse. Regulus can’t say no to Sirius. Sirius as bully, Sirius as predator. At Hogwarts, this behavior extends to Snape, and Regulus and Snape find each other as two boys who love/hate/desire/fear Sirius.

Or maybe, the sexual intimacy feels like a natural evolution of their intimacy. Two very sheltered boys growing up in a scary house together which is entirely unsuitable for children. Their emotional worlds only consist of each other, and they sleep in each other’s beds, and the boundaries between one body and another feel impossibly thin. When Sirius is sorted into Gryffindor, it feels like the first tear in their interwoven body. Their sexual behavior towards each other exists as something innocent which can't survive in the real world of an impending war.

I'm feral for these two in every universe <3

My Regulus/Sirius fics:

what if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind? (1k, after Sirius runs away)

Duty (2k, Regulus Black character study)

My writing on incest and being an incest survivor:

Talking about Incest in Public

#blackcest #sirireggie #starcest #sirius black #regulus black

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goggles-mcgee · 1 year ago

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A few more questions about PFO:

1.Just how many suitors has Harry gained because of all this?

2. Who ARE all of his suitors?

3. Which suitor has the most support from all of Harry friends and family and why?

4. What do James and Lily think of their sons popularity?

I, personally, think at least one of them would be on the protective side but can't really do anything about it...unless they found a way to return as ghosts.

Oooooo love PFO questions!

Since this seems to be an issue [not with you dear, in general] let it be known: I do not support J.K. Rowling in anyway. This au, this idea is for the fans by a fan who knows that HP is incredibly flawed and written by an awful person but someone who also is attached to the idea and what it could have been.

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1. Oh my god, so many! I haven't even decided how many!

2. Cedric Diggory, of course.

Ginny Weasley, for a while.

Theo Nott, whom Hermoine is rooting for.

Fred Weasley, whom Ron is rooting for.

Fay Dunbar who admires his drive.

Blaise Zabini, thinks he's interesting.

Cho Chang because she was an original love interest.

Daphne Greengrass, because she also thinks he's interesting.

Michael Corner, but it's more so a little crush than anything.

Megan Jones, thinks he's cute.

Li Sue (Sue Li), she admires his creativity.

Padma Patil has a small crush on him, but is rooting for Theo.

OC Durmstrang boys and OC Beauxbaton girls

3. Oh man, I'll tell you now, everyone is divided.

Some are rooting for Cedric because in this crack au he and Harry got to know each other a lot earlier, and many think they are cute. They think Cedric is great because he really helps put Harry at ease and he is always great at bringing Harry's self esteem back up.

Some are rooting for Theo because they feel like Theo and Harry really understand one another and are very patient with one another. Hermoine feels like Theo brings out the best in Harry. When Theo's around, Harry tends to think things through more and Hermoine feels like he smiles more easily and is more open.

Some of course are rooting for Fred, especially Ron and George, because Ron thinks it's a brilliant way to have Harry as a brother and George because Harry and Fred make each other laugh. Plus, Harry has never struggled to tell the twins apart, and that is something so important to them.

Smaller groups are rooting for Daphne and Fay. Daphne because Astoria has never seen her sister so interested in someone like this before, nor has she seen someone actually listen to her sister as attentively as Harry has done when her sister spoke about her struggles. Fay because her friends are honestly so surprised something other than her projects and school caught her attention and they think they'd be cute.

Then there are the OCs who have the supports of their respective schoolmates, purely because friendship but like also...solidarity mf. They are in uncharted territory. They gotta stick together.

4. James finds it absolutely hilarious but is also a little put out that he was never this popular.

Lily is the worried one because, look, James may not have been as popular as their son but he was pretty popular, as was Sirius and Remus and the AMOUNT of schemes she overheard to win their affections was worrisome and concerning. The amount of love potion doused things she threw out without their knowledge was also something that lingered in her mind whenever they were able to peak into the living world and watch over their little boy.

They never thought about returning as ghosts. Therefore, never registered with the ministry, but they are spirits with unfinished business and can't cross fully until they know Harry is safe and sound. They go in-between passing on and limbo a lot. But since the Potters are descendants of the Peveralls and the whole connection to Death, James and Lily get a special privilege of being able to see into the living world and watching over Harry.

It takes a lot of energy, though, so usually they do this one at a time and catch each other up on what the other observed.

But yeah! I love Potter Family Opera asks! But I definitely will be sharing my other HP fic idea because man are some angsty. I'm a sucker for Harry dies and wakes up in the past and gets to things over and I want to try my hand on that. I also want to try my hand at Harry leaving the British Wizarding World because he's just done.

#potter family opera #pfo au #pfo au ask #Harry's many manu suitors #this boy is OBLIVIOUS #you want a rarepair? this au has got many #harry potter #harry james potter #harry james potter and his many suitors

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pretentiouswreckingball · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers!

thank you for the tag lovely kay @xjustakay <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

Six so far!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

57,991 —which might not seem much but still, very proud of it, specially because a year ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed writing that many words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far only marauders, but I have some drarry/golden trio era in the making, as well as some PJO and GO so, we’ll see!

4. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I don’t have that many I’ll only put my top three:

Archenemies (or so he thought) -> Sirius hunts down his bestie James for ditching him on a prank and finds him cuddling with the enemy (a black cat) who turns out to be more of a pain in the ass than he expected, especially because for some reason, the little shit acts a lot like his brother.

Don’t threaten me with a good time -> Ah, Black cats, mischievous little things, aren’t they? Known for being a pain in the ass for older brothers, a good companion for best friends and devil incarnated for lovers and love ones alike.

When it rains -> It all comes down to a certain bus stop on a rainy week. Between interesting chats, pastries and being almost ran over by a purple car, there’s something about the person they share the bus stop with that seems familiar. (Basically a bunch of meet-cutes and pinning idiots being, well, idiots)

5. Do you respond comments? Why or why not?

I do, yes! I love responding to comments but sometimes I tell myself I’m going to answer later in the day and I forget :( but I do love comments, they make my day every time. 💘

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hands down it will be slow dancing in the dark, the whole fic is quite angsty, at least for me, but I wouldn’t say it has a angsty ending, maybe a little— nvm I just re-read it. Yeah, it’s sad.

7. What is a fic your wrote with the happiest ending?

My babygirl some sunny day, that fic is my go-to when I remember this fandom is based in death, angst and misery hahaha. Some sunny day is like a, well, a ray of sunshine lmao. It has my favorite setting, my fave pairs and some Spanish here and there. Love it dearly.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no, maybe some weird ones but nothing that I would count as hateful. Really grateful for that, dunno what I would do if I were to receive those on a daily basis, never post again most likely lmao.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Haven’t post smut yet but I wrote some, still in the doc and everything but is there, waiting to be posted 😈

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest you’ve written?

Not really my thing, no. but maybe! who knows

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, haven’t looked Wattpad yet tho.

12. Have you ever has a fic translated?

No, but if anyone would want to, it would be lovely!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

It’s in the making, actually! @sequinhaze and I are doing a drarry fic, so there’s that 😌

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All-time favorite is a not easy to answer, i mean currently it’s drarry and jeggy but my first was Percabeth and Solangelo, I was a sucker for them and still am. So maybe them.

15. What’s a wip you what to finish but doubt you ever will?

The empire of the sun trilogy jsjsjs maybe I’ll finish the first one but the other two seem pretty far away for me right now, but one never knows so.

Also copying Kay’s answer here because my google docs also looks like a graveyard of unfinished works lmao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I believe I give a solid characterization and maybe storytelling (?? Inner monologue maybe? love to see the chaos i created in my little puppets.

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Run on sentences, I’ve been told I tend to do that a lot hehe and comas —also it costs me greatly to just write, if I’m not in the mood it’s hard for me to just go for it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

1000% I’m favor. Some of my fics have French/Spanish in them, I like the idea of leaving non-spanish speakers to go to the end notes or to google translate or straight-up wonder what the hell I’m talking about jsjsj

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Some 1D and JB back in the day, so you bet your asses y/n and I were besties

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

About time, scars and the brightest stars is my absolute favorite. That fic is the love of my life, it has everything I love and more and rn I can put the link bc I took it down so I can finish it all and post it in one go but yeah, that one.

no pressure tags: @sequinhaze @a-fiery-fox @residentrookie @magswrite @fruityindividual @nevvaraven @inevitablestars @arakhnee

#this took me more time than I was expecting but I enjoyed it a lot #loops plays a game #tag games

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hqmillioncorn · 7 months ago

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speak from the Heart

With all the strength she could muster, Cinnamon moved her wings at a quick pace while she carried herself and Butter's diary to where Pancake was directing her. "Almost there!" Pancake moved a pair of glowsticks in all sorts of nonsensical directions that she thought would help. When Cinnamon finally dropped the diary onto the table Pancake threw the glowsticks in the air with a loud "Yipppee!!!" Cinnamon collapsed onto the ground. "This better work..." Pancake opened the diary up to a page that she knew her brother had written recently. "All Babycorn has to do is read this and then she'll know Butter loves her and then they can get married!" It was the perfect plan and made much easier now that Pancake could move in and out of Babycorn's room without a fuss. ...If only Babycorn knew how to read.

Lalapril 4/3: Connect feat: @windupnamazu's Butter, Pancake, and Cinnamon . Babycorn has a secret to tell

Babycorn collapsed onto the floor of her room, she was so tired there was no way that she would have ever made it to her bed, let alone climb up the ladder to even get to it. “So tired…” Her voice was muffled on account of having fallen face first into a pile of soft pillows.

This entire day had been completely exhausting and there was nothing more she wanted to do than just sleep for the rest of her life.

Babycorn rolled over onto her back, “I guess that’s kinda like dying…” She couldn’t just die now, not when there was still so much left to do.

Most important of all was figuring out a way of turning her brother back to normal.

Babycorn heard the sounds of Cherrypit babbling to himself and turned her head over to look at him. He was currently going to town on cutting up a bunch of fake food with a small plastic knife. He’d been a big fan of the toy kitchen set ever since Sirius had bought it for him a few days ago.

Well, it was less of a gift and more forced upon them after he had walked in to see Cherrypit playing pretend with real life kitchen knives.

“People here really can’t mind their own business can they?” Babycorn complained out loud.

Since Cherrypit couldn’t really understand what his sister was upset about he just decided to keep on playing and making his very real meal for her. “Chibibiroro!” Cherrypit exclaimed, lifting up and waving the plastic knife in the air. He probably meant to say something like ‘Cooking is so fuuuun! Yaaaay!!’ Then he continued to whisk his knife around in a bowl filled with plastic food.

Babycorn smiled and silently watched her brother play with his toys. It was nice to see him having so much fun, especially after the hectic time they’d been having lately.

With saving Eorzea, to having their secrets exposed, finding out a long lost friend had been traveling with them for a while, and circling all the way back to opening up to everyone about what had happened to her and Cherrypit so many years ago.

Having to talk with so many people about it made Babycorn more tired than she thought it would. She would have been lying if she said she didn’t feel like crying in the middle of a few of those talks. Though this was something that she wanted to do, for a while now. At this point she had enough of hiding things from people.

Babycorn sighed. She had absolutely no problem calling her younger self stupid for telling so many people about what had happened to her and Cherrypit.

There was a part of her however, that felt kind of bad that she really wasn’t being entirely truthful about herself…

She couldn’t deny that there was a sense of relief in being able to not be terrified of people finding out.

Before Babycorn could send herself down a spiral of thinking about her own existence-there was what could only be described as the sound of someone falling on the ground outside of her room.

“ACKCk!!!??” Babycorn sat up and on instinct ran to hide behind one of the chairs in her room. She moved her arms up and hid under the safety of the oversized sleeves of her robe, shivering in place.

Cherrypit paused his cooking and looked towards the door. He couldn’t sense anything dangerous out there so there was no reason to go all out, yet. “Mabwanna?” He asked, hoping to receive an answer. When there was no answer Cherrypit decided to see if he could get any closer.

He turned off his imaginary stove and waddled closer to the door, placing an ear to the door. He leaned in as close as he could. He had to be careful to not accidentally phase through the door. It happened before and Babycorn worried that it might get them in trouble at some point so she asked him to be really careful with that power.

There was the sound of whispering on the other side. They might have thought they were being quiet but they wouldn’t have known that Cherrypit was a very good listener.

‘Just knock on the door and ask her if she’s okay! You can do it!’

‘But what if she’s busy or asleep or she’s not even there and I imagined it or-!’

‘Woah! Woah! Calm down and remember to breathe! What’s gotten into you?’

‘Yeah? Are you reallyyyy okay?’

Being a good listener didn’t really mean that Cherrypit could understand what people were saying. Most things still managed to fly over his head on account of his age.

‘N-Nothing it’s just…Babycorn…’

‘Oh yeah…She is pretty mean sometimes. I can get why you’re nervous. Which means you don’t really have to do this Butter.’

Cherrypit jumped up. “Butts!” He knew that name! That was the name of the guy with the funny things on his head!

Lunya had taught him that those funny things were Butter’s ears and he also learned that it wasn’t nice to bite them. “Ba-! Butts!” This was someone Cherrypit really liked! He was always nice and cooked really yummy food!

Was it him outside the door? He should probably open it then!

‘Huh? No, I want to! And She’s not that mean I think she’s pretty…nice.’

‘Nice?! If you knock on that door and she’s there I can guarantee you she’s going to yell at you until your ears fall off!’

‘Yeah she’s a meanie face!!'

Cherrypit grabbed a step stool from his sister’s desk and carried it closer to the door.

‘She’s not going to do that!? I just wanted to ask her if she was okay! She looked so tired when she came back so I…I thought I would…’

The doorknob was closer now that Cherrypit had climbed onto the stool. Then his tiny hand reached towards the doorknob.

‘Huh? Looked tired? I didn’t notice anything like that? Why were you paying so much attention to her…? Unless…’ There was a small fairy sized gasp. ‘Wait! No! You’re…?! Holy sh-’

With his strength, Cherrypit opened the door with such force that it crashed into the wall right next to it. A strong breeze from the door opening sent a small fairy hurtling down the hallway with a high-pitched scream. “Huah?” Cherrypit wasn’t sure what that sound was but from what he could see was Butter and Pancake standing in front of him.

He smiled from ear to ear. “Butts!! Panka!!” Cherrypit ran up to Pancake and gave her a hug. She was just a little bit taller than her so Cherrypit liked to hug her a lot. It was easier to hug her than it was to hug people taller than him.

People that weren’t Babycorn at least.

“Hi Cherry!” Pancake hugged Cherrypit with an even tighter hug. “Butters here too!” She pointed at her older brother, who was still lying on the floor after being so nervous about knocking on Babycorn’s door he ended up stumbling over his own two feet and crashing into the ground.

“Butts! Butts!” Cherrypit hopped out of Pancake’s hug and jumped right at Butter, wrapping his long sleeves around his arm all while laughing maniacally.

Even when Butter managed to get back onto his own two feet, Cherrypit was stuck onto him like glue. “Hey Cherry!” Butter gave Cherrypit a small pat on his head.

Butter grabbed Cherrypit by scruff of his collar and held him in the air. It was an unconventional way to hold a baby for sure, but Butter had seen Babycorn holding him the way before and Cherrypit seemed to love it.

Sure enough once Butter had started dangling Cherrypit in the air he started to laugh and wiggle his sleeves in the air. “Butts! Butts!” The general rule was that if Cherrypit was screaming into your ears, he was having a good time.

Butter decided that now was as good a time as any to just go ahead and ask his question. “Cherry? Is B-Babycorn inside?” He was still a bundle of nervousness but his worry for his good friend Babycorn was pushing it aside. At least at this very moment.

Cherrypit stared blankly at him for a few seconds. “Oh!” He managed to wriggle his way out of Butter’s hand and waddled over to the door. Weirdly enough it seemed to open on its own without Cherrypit even lifting a finger. “Here!” He pointed his overly large sleeve into the room.

“Yay!” Pancake let out a cheer and grabbed onto Butter’s hand. “Come on! Let’s go say hi!”

“Y-Y-Yeah..!!”

“Huh?”

Though Butter sounded like he was more than ready to go, Pancake found it hard to pull him forward. Every time she tried it felt like he got caught in something. But Pancake wasn’t about to give up! “Come on Butter! Let’s go say hi!!” She swore in Cinnamon’s name that she was going to get Butter in there even if she had to carry him in there herself.

“I will! I will! Just give me a second…”

Pancake decided to humor him and give him exactly one second and that one second was all Cinnamon needed to finally fly back to where she started.

“AhAHAHahA! I knew it! I knew it! My fairy intuition is never wrong” Cinnamon was glowing a bright red. Her emotions were running at an all time high as she zipped all around of both siblings. “My little Butter is all grown up then! It brings a tear to my eye! To hear that his heart has been stolen by such a rude little girl of all people!”

“Cinnamon!!” Butter tried his best to shush her but despite calling her name out like ten times she just kept on blabbing. “Quiet! What if someone hears youuu!!” As far as Butter knew his crush on Babycorn was knowledge only to him and the diary under his pillow.

“Oh quit your worrying!” Cinnamon flew over next to Pancake. Ever since they could remember only Butter had ever been able to understand a word of what she was saying. To Pancake and everyone else, Cinnamon’s voice simply sounded like the sounds of little bells ringing.

“I can practically say anything I want! Remember?”

Butter huffed, “Well do you remember how Lunya understood what you said!?” It wasn’t only her that had understood Cinnamon. It was her and a handful of other people that had zoned in on Cinnamon the very second after she had cursed out loud. Very loudly.

“...No one here but you can understand me.”

Lunya and her friends had come to the conclusion that only people that had been blessed with what they called ‘the echo’ could actually understand what she was saying. “Babycorn’s out of hearing range anyway. Unless you want me to fly right in there and tell her everyyyything?”

Before Cinnamon could say anything else, Pancake made a quick grab at her. “Cinnamon you’re so funny!” Though it was true that Pancake couldn’t understand a word that she was saying, it was also true that Pancake had loved her a whole lot.

Because of that, there was a small measure of understanding that Pancake could grasp.

This time however, Pancake had no idea what Cinnamon was saying. She just wanted to grab Cinnamon.

“Butter help meeeeeeheeee!” Cinnamon cried out.

Both Pancake and Cherrypit were laughing together as Cinnamon continued to cry out for someone to save her from the grasp of a six year old girl. It was enough to make Butter forget just how nervous he was.

Because at least he wasn’t Cinnamon right now.

Babycorn moved the chair she was using to hide behind just a little bit to her left. There was some sort of commotion outside but she couldn’t understand the voices of the people talking outside.

She could hear Cherrypit but there was also the voice of a boy, a girl, and some sort of bell?

“Cherry…! Cherry!” Babycorn tried to whisper as loud as she could for her brother. After everything that had happened today, the last thing she needed was for Cherrypit to go and pull another one of his hiding stunts. “Cherry are you out thereeeeeee?” Despite her wanting to find Cherrypit, Babycorn had her eyes shut in fear.

All kinds of worse case scenarios began to float around Babycorn’s seemingly empty head. What if her brother had run afoul of a ghost, or had an Ascian somehow snuck inside the house and was wreaking havoc at this very moment?! What if Coco found out that it was them that ate his pudding?!?!?!

“Uuwaguauuawua….!!” Babycorn cried to herself.

She was so busy crying to herself that she didn’t even notice when Cherrypit came back into the room with Butter, Pancake and Cinnamon trailing behind him.

Cherrypit stopped in front of their eating time table, which was in front of the chair Babycorn was hiding behind of. “Bebe?” He chewed curiously on his sleeve and stared at his sister. It looked like she was upset about something. But there was nothing here to be scared of? Right?

“Bebe!” Cherrypit ran over and grabbed Butter’s hand, just like he remembered Pancake doing a few moments ago. “Help! Help!” Cherrypit was small but Butter was big like Babycorn was so maybe he would know why she was scared!

“Whoa what’s got his bow in a twist?” Cinnamon wondered out loud. It should be noted that Pancake was still holding her in a tight grip in her hand. Cinnamon was just pretty used to this.

Butter let Cherrypit take him where he wanted to go until he finally noticed Babycorn trying to hide herself behind a small chair. The first thing he noticed about her were the tears streaming down her face. “Babycorn!!” Butter knelt down next to her in a panic, worried if something had happened. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Butter paused for a moment, “I-It’s okay…!”

Butter wasn’t exactly sure what he was referring to as being okay but he still hoped that it could still comfort Babycorn somehow. All he really wanted to do was help her in whatever way he could.

Pancake stood on her tippy-toes to try and see what was going on. “Is everything okay? Is she hurt?” She remembered a little incident a few weeks ago where Babycorn had knocked herself out after running headfirst into a counter.

If Pancake recalled correctly Babycorn had been running away from a grasshopper that she had seen outside. “Maybe she saw a scary bug again?” Pancake asked. Some bugs were scary, Pancake knew this. She would understand if Babycorn was scared of one.

“You’d protect her from a scary bug right Butter?” Pancake asked with a glint in her eye.

“Of course!” Butter yelled back pretty much instantly.

This was enough to grab Babycorn’s attention. She turned her head and stared at Butter, her eyes were wide and Butter looked back at her, his eyes just as wide.

For a few rose-tinted seconds both kids stayed completely still, just staring at each other. Until Babycorn finally realized what was happening. “AAACK?!!” Babycorn fell back and crawled as far away from Butter as she could.

It turned out to not be very far as she crashed into a shelf that Andres had gifted her as a symbol of peace. “URK!” The impact had shaken the shelf enough for a small flower vase to fall right on top of her head. The water in the vase left her hair soaked.

Cherrypit was instantly at her side. “Bebe!” He grabbed the vase off her head and placed it on the ground. “Okay?” he asked. It wasn’t the first time the same vase had bonked her on the head. The last time it did it got stuck on her pom for an entire day. (somehow)

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Babycorn assured him. She gently stroked the top of his head to calm him down.

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her act so nice.” Cinnamon interjected.

“Yeah for sure!” Pancake agreed.

As soon as Babycorn heard Pancake’s voice and Cinnamon’s chimes her pom sprang up in surprise. Or as Butter would call it, her bonbon.

“W-W-What are you guys doing in here?!” She sprang up to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. “This is my room so why don’t you guys just buzz off!” Babycorn stuck her tongue out for an added effect.

Cinnamon opened her mouth to start telling Babycorn off, but was stopped just short of dropping another set of curse words by Butter stepping right in front of her (and Pancake.)

“Sorry we’ll leave right away!” Butter hastily apologized. He started to maneuver himself and Pancake out of Babycorn’s room. “I hope we didn’t upset you too much.” Butter’s voice began to trail off. “I just…I just wanted to make sure you were okay…”

Babycorn felt her heart beat faster, almost reaching a normal pace. “H-Huh…?” There was a tight pain in her chest, “What did you say?” She couldn’t have heard him wrong, could she?

Butter turned around in a panic. “O-Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean-! I mean…I was just…worried about…youuuu?”

Cherrypit and Pancake exchanged a pair of curious looks. Each of them wondered if the other knew what was going on. Hopefully it was nothing really bad.

Meanwhile, Cinnamon just couldn’t believe how painful this all was.

Babycorn was left stunned into silence. Her eyes were glued onto Butter, who was just hoping that he hadn’t said anything wrong. There had been plenty of people that had been worried about her ever since her first job as an adventurer but it didn’t make it any less surprising to hear each time.

“You were worried about me?” Babycorn’s voice sounded somehow softer than how it usually sounded. A fact that Butter picked on almost instantly.

Butter nodded, “Of course! You looked so tired when you got home that I was just hoping you didn’t get hurt or anything!” He had been gardening at the time and had decided to check in on Babycorn the very instance he noticed something was wrong with her. The bloodstains on the bottom of her robe only further convinced him that there was something up.

“I thought I could maybe help you feel better.” Butter shyly tapped his fingers together, despite hearing Cinnamon snicker behind him, he kept going. “I know you like eating so I could make something for you to eat? Or maybe we could do something you like to do?” Butter wouldn’t mind doing anything, as long as he could spend time with Babycorn.

Which was a completely normal way of thinking about things.

Babycorn was now just very confused. She always knew this Butter guy was a certified freak. Otherwise why else would he be so nice to her? Since the beginning no less.

What was wrong with this guy???

“I…” Babycorn knew what she wanted to answer but there wasn’t enough courage in her body to actually say it.

Now that Babycorn really thought about it Butter was kind of her friend too. At least, in the sense that she didn’t want him to hate her. Babycorn really had no idea how friends worked at all, not anymore. When she was younger she thought it was as easy as just asking someone to be friends, but she wasn’t quite sure anymore.

If she had decided that she wasn’t going to be mean to her friends anymore then she had to start being nice to Butter and Pancake and Cinnamon too. Right?

‘That’s why…I hoped that you would…invite me in…’

Babycorn’s eyes widened, before she knew it her arm was outstretched, reaching out towards Butter and the others. “I…have to tell you something!” Those words had spilled from her mouth without her meaning to.

��What is it?” Butter asked.

At this point both Pancake and Cherrypit were invested in seeing where this was going, especially Pancake. Cinnamon was just wondering if the oven was free for her to lounge in later.

Babycorn wrung her hands together nervously. “I just needed to tell you something. If that’s okay?”

“Of course!” Butter smiled. His heart was racing.

“I…” Babycorn clutched at her robe. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let her younger self do the talking. “When I was smaller I got...killed by someone and the only reason I’m still alive is cause Cherrypit saved me.” She looked over to Cherrypit, he smiled back to her and Babycorn gave him a small smile in return. “That’s why Cherrys like that. He’s been stuck being two years old since then. And I…don’t know how to help him and I guess that’s the whole story.”

Babycorn thought there would be more to her story. There was a part of her that was kind of shocked that it had been that easy to tell. Of course there were some certain parts she wasn’t willing to tell him, or to anyone else for that matter. There was still a part of her that was deathly afraid of what would happen if she did.

Butter was speechless, he didn’t know where to start.

But Pancake did. “So are you and Cherry like DEAD dead!?” She was so excited about possibly knowing a ghost zombie thing personally that she had finally let Cinnamon free from her grasp.

“Pancake?!” Butter was beyond worried that Babycorn would be absolutely furious at Pancake asking her that.

To his surprise, Babycorn didn’t even look mad. She was smiling with the warmest and kindest smile that Butter had ever seen from her. “I don’t think so.” She shook her head and wiggled her arm around, “Me and Cherry can still move and talk so we’re not too dead yet.”

“Cooooool!!” Pancake knelt down and looked straight at Cherrypit. “Can you take your head off?! Like zombies do?!”

“Pancake!!”

There was a snort of laughter from Babycorn. Butter thought it was really cute.

Cinnamon, who had been terrified ever since Pancake had let go of her, hid behind Butter's ears. “Of course she can! If she’s dead then who knows what else she can do?!” The danger of Babycorn taking a bite out of her had just increased ten-fold.

“Nah.” Babycorn explained, “Cherry can take off his head. I can’t.”

Cherrypit let out a cheer. “Off!” He knew exactly what Babycorn was talking about but she had already set the rule of not doing anything too scary at the mansion. So there was no taking his head off today.

Pancake’s eyes glimmered with excitement. “That’s so cool!!! Cherry you gotta show me sometime!!” Cherrypit laughed and wiggled around happily. “Show! Show!” He was more than excited to show his friends what he could do. It would be just like when they fought the Ultimate Weapon! Fun!

Cinnamon fainted onto Butter’s head.

Butter and Babycorn watched as Cherrypit led Pancake over to show her his new kitchen set, complete with the half-finished meal he was still cooking on. It was not burned in the slightest because of how good of a chef he was.

Butter looked over to Babycorn, he had never really noticed it but she had the cutest buck teeth. Something that you could only notice when she smiled at you. “Um…” Butter still wasn’t sure what to say about Babycorn’s story but he still wanted to say something. “I’m sorry about that happening to you. It sounds like it was…scary.” he had tried to come up with any other word besides scary but that was all he could muster.

“Yeah. It was.” she frowned.

Butter moved just a little bit closer to her. “But now you’re here! And I’m sure everyone here will help you with whatever you need!” There were a ton of different people that came in and out of the mansion, surely any one of them would be able to help. “I’m just glad you’re here!”

Babycorn blinked. “You’re glad…??”

Butter nodded. The knocked-out Cinnamon on his head was roused awake from this. “I’m sure everyone is always happy to see you and Cherry around!” Butter smiled as wide as he could.

Babycorn hummed to herself. That sounded like a really nice thing he just said. Maybe this guy wasn’t that much of a freak after all?

He was a mega-weirdo freak.

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Babycorn #Cherrypit #Butter #Pancake #Cinnamon #there was almost not a drawing for this cause i was feeling bad about it #but its whatever maybe tomorrow wont have one though #anyway arr and post arr babycorn is in a tight spot she wants friends but she doesnt want friends #ya know?? she doesnt want the risk of anything happening to him #butters her friend but shes like What the hell is wrong with this guy #then she trusts him enough to tell him she has a crush on hildibrand #(she trusts him with this because he made her donut one time probably)#one thing about babycorn shes a big crybaby like cherrypit but hes a baby #if anything goes wrong for her she ll start crying in the street #anyway while i was finalizing this whole thing i was watching pennys snapcubes rebirth playthrough and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh well ;)

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rollercoasterwords · 1 year ago

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I love how sirius is viewed differently from each pov.

Like, from his perspective his relationship with reg has a lot of resentment and guilt, he puts himself in this martyr position that he has to protect his innocent little brother, but from regs perspective he doesn’t see any of that, there is this almost childish sibling jealousy and competition. I think because I’m also the younger sister I could really understand regs feelings; siblings get jealous of each other all the time especially as a kid, and reg suffered a lot of neglect by his parents and this really shows even in his adulthood. Sirius in his pov seems very distant and even cruel at some parts (not as a child), like he didn’t make any effort for their relationship, regulus even wants to spend time with his brother despite all their unspoken problems. Then we read sirius pov and we can see how he feels and what his intentions were.

Sirius in remus pov is very funny to me, because he is expressive and so stubborn. I like to compare remus pov with sirius pov just to see the difference like

In sirius pov

“I thought you might be.”

Sirius looks up. Their eyes meet. Remus smiles, a little scrap of a thing.

And in remus pov of the same scene

“I thought you might be.”

Sirius looks up. There’s something canine about him, imploring. Remus smile a little, because really, it is funny.

I just find him hilarious without even trying, it’s nice to see the contrast of each perspective. I love how complex you made this characters, they feel alive to me.

i hope u have a nice day 💜 thank you such a great story

yeah it's been!! a lot of fun playing around with different povs in the fic. originally i was intending to just write the whole thing from sirius's pov, but after finishing the first part there was a lot that i felt just wouldn't really come through if the story was limited to his pov only--unless i like wrote really forced conversations or ooc realizations/thoughts etc, so that's why i ended up feeling like we needed to get remus's side of the story too--and writing the different ways they each view each other and themselves was so much fun and really helped me flesh out the story more! nobody in this story is a 100% reliable narrator, and writing from different povs helped me emphasize that each character has limits to their perspective. my goal is to give readers puzzle pieces more than statements of fact, so that it's up to each reader to weigh the biased povs they're getting and then fit them together and draw their own conclusions about the characters from the image that they get.

and i didn't really decide to include a reg pov until i was writing sirius's backstory, and then it felt, again, like i needed to add another perspective in there for the sake of developing both characters--they see each other and their relationship differently, but neither of them is wrong about their characterization of events; it's all just a matter of perspective. sirius was cruel to reg in some ways, and that's very clear from regulus's pov where you're getting the emotional aspect of having your big brother who used to be your closest friend suddenly rebuff you and ignore you in a way that mimics the treatment he's received growing up from their parents. but it's not just as simple as "sirius is being cruel," because we understand from sirius's pov that he was dealing with a lot of pain and simply did not have the emotional bandwidth to be a good brother--and it's not like regulus was a perfect brother either! but even where they're in conflict, it's not as simple as right/wrong good/bad.

anyway ty 4 the kind words so happy 2 hear ur enjoying the fic! <3

#ask #wfrau

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harryedpotter1 · 2 months ago

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3rd August 1998

“ Tell me…”

“Tell me more about Sirius Black”

“uh-”

Her voice cracked. And though she shared the same stubbornness as her Black side of the family, the eyes that were swelling with tears covering the warm brown eyes that not only gently reminded me of her Uncle, my best friend, James.

I also saw the same eyes of her mother.

The same eyes that looked at me with the same tears begging to be let go, but being too prideful to break.

“Remus-”

A hiccup.

One only escaped.

But as soon as I engulfed her in a hug. A bunch more followed along with some tears that burned my shoulder that I swear left scars that I carry til this day.

I didn't know why she was crying nor did I even care. As much as she was my best friend’s little sister, she was almost equally my little sister as well, regardless of blood and genetics.

So even if she broke James’ broom or failed a potions test. Bloody hell even if she accidentally hit someone knowing how bad she rides a broom, I would have protected her.

I would have protected her.

But what did come out of her mouth wasn't something I was preparing to hear come from her mouth.

“I’m pregnant”

My body tensed. And I quickly try to relax my body because I can tell she's getting nervous from how stiff I must feel through my hug. The silence is probably not helping either.

“Who’s the father?”

And I don't mean it to come off so bluntly and I wince at my own tone once I saw my words reach her face harshly. Just like her brother though, her face immediately fixes as if she's trying to prove something. Trying to prove that she is strong.

Not weak.

“The father is…”

I am brought back to reality once I hear another crack coming from the person in front of me.

“ Regulus Black….”

“Did you know of my father, Regulus Black, professor?”

Professor

Funny how things turn out to be. The word “Professor” lingers so harshly in the air, burning my lungs as I inhale the dark smoke engulfing my body, engulfing my reality.

Reminding me that I'm just Professor.

And Not Father Moons.

What a stupid nickname that her other uncle, my other best friend, Sirius, gave me.

“How come he’s the godfather of your child”

“And not me?”

Sirius was clearly offended that Jane asked me to be godfather and not him.

And maybe he is just teasing her, but. We all know how dramatic he can be, and how sensitive he can get.

“Oh paddy, are you jealous?”

“Hey! You know I hate being called Paddy”

It was nice seeing Jane come back to her normal self over the course of her pregnancy.

At first, she barely wanted to acknowledge the pregnancy. Kept it hidden from everyone for almost 4 months.

Eventually she had to tell.

Especially when the stress from hiding it finally took a toll on her, she got so sick that her baby was almost in danger, she finally broke.

Her motherly instinct took over and she didn't want to harm the baby. She wanted nothing more than to protect her child who was yet to be born.

“ It’s a girl?”

“ Yes dear…”

“... You're having a baby girl”

Jane described it as something just like clicked in her and that it didn't matter what anyone said about this situation she was in.

She had to protect this baby no matter what.

And it wasn't easy for her to open up. It took her a while to even accept visitors when she originally was in the infirmary.

Wasn't until Professor Dumbledore spoke to her, and even then she asked to only speak to me first.

“ But that isn't fair! That's my sister!”

“ She asked to speak to Remus first..”

“... Don't worry, you will see her soon, Mr.Potter”

Hiccup.

And again I was brought back to reality to where I really was. And I wasn't actually in the infirmary. And I actually wasn’t part of a war that I was too young to understand yet I was shoved into anyway. I hear another hiccup, it's almost identical to her mother’s. She looked almost identical to her mother too if it wasn't for the darkness of her hair.

Yes, the Potters did have very dark hair. But not like her father’s side. Joji had the BLACK family hair. You could tell a mile away from what family she came from.

If only she was given a proper chance to have a normal childhood, everyone would have known who her father was.

Everyone would know from the hair that her father was Regulus Black.

My throat was dry. I did not only have to clear it two times, I also had to chug the glass of water in front of me, nearly choking on it

“Yes, dear. I did know your father”

And then her tears came down. Just like how her mother’s did. But this time it wasn't scorching my shoulders.

It fell on the table, leaving little burn marks.

It almost looked like a constellation

A bunch of little stars.

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tagging: @cryingoverabook

note: lmaooo heyyyy guys

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cressthebest · 7 months ago

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 16

chapter 28:

1. james’ reaction to waking up from nightmares is so sad. especially cause now sirius can see from james’ perspective what seeing his freind leave the arena was like

2. 😧 shit only this far in and i’m SOBBING. wdym that james almost wished he died in the arena because he was looking forward to not having to go through the aftermath and recovery

3. istg every time the cane is brought up, i’m gonna be like ✨✨THE CANE! REPRESENTATION!!!✨✨ but also like, 😟the cane. he’s in pain. NOOOOO

4. sirius: don’t go to regulus

james: no shit, sherlock.

james: *goes straight to regulus*

5. james is being so angsty, and then in the middle of it, casually brings up his personal tutor

6. 🎶do you wanna build a snowman? elsa please i know you’re in there!🎶

7. the first thing they do when seeing each other again is sob and hug, then IMMEDIATELY go into bickering all like “YOU COULDA DIED BITCH”

8. james gets his glasses back after the interview!!!!

9. “"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore," Regulus chokes out, looking at him almost desperately.”

10. 😑 they both freaking love each other so immensely, that they know they’ll never love anyone else. and reg is still like “no! 😊 i don’t want to break your heart again! take it back! stop loving me!”

11. 😀😀😀 what was that?? another fucking

PARTING GIFT????

12. “Regulus doesn't want to like Remus Lupin, but he likes Remus Lupin.” LMAOO story of my life

13. “"We broke up," Regulus murmurs.

"Oh," Remus repeats, still startled. "You were…together?"

Regulus frowns, gaze drifting to the side. "No."”

😭😭😭 sir that’s so funny

14. i wish so badly that regulus didn’t have fear of bathing, because i know for most people, bathing would be a comfort after escaping the arena

15. i love how reg originally planned to kill to survive, and james planned to die to help reg survive, both of them being gryffindor and slytherin, then the roles reverse, and james is willing to kill for reg and reg is willing to die for james. 💋mwah! perfection!

16. reg understanding and valuing privacy >>>>

17. (but also! background wolfstar my beloved!!)

18. i’m so mad that they have to go into the interview and pretend everything is fine. like, pissed off beyond belief

19. as sad as it is that they’re not gonna date, i’m glad they’re recognizing that they’re not ready for a relationship right now.

chapter 27:

1. DORCAS!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

2. “"We broke up? This is news to me. I wasn't aware we were together."

"We weren't," Regulus says, heaving a weary sigh.”

😭😭😭 babes, again with the breaking up

3. the discussion that love is more than romance >>>>>>>>>>>> Top Tier

4. 😀😀 rita, it is on site

5. “Rita's days are fucking numbered.” -reg THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING

6. “[Peter] betrayed them all. James would have never done that. He would have died first.” 🙂 yikes. yikes. yikes. canon callback. yikes

7. BWAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA LOSING MY SHIT! NOT REGULUS DECIDING TO GET SIRIUS TO SPEAK DURING THE FUCKING INTERVIEW

8. “”He and I—well, we broke up. That's what he said, in any case."

"You were together?" Sirius asks, startled as well as a little offended that he wasn't at least notified. When the fuck did this happen?

"No, not at all. This was news to me, too, don't feel bad."”

😭😭😭 this is my favorite running joke

9. THE GLASSES ARE BACK

10. “"Oh, it's my dream come true," James teases, playful, his eyes sparkling. "I mean, both Black brothers? You know—"” BWAHAHAHAHA

11. sirius thinking james is a total whore <3333

12. james giving sirius sex advice is the sweetest thing ever

13. “even just the knowledge that Sirius is probably having sex for the very first time because he wants to, because he's at a place that he's comfortable, because he trusts Remus enough to do it.”

awwww i’m so happy that sirius feels safe enough to have that intimate moment with someone

14. sirius and regulus getting to feel like brothers again is heartbreaking

15. “He's so small. He's five, he's fifteen, he's twenty-five and Sirius' little brother. Always his little brother.”

16. sirius being nervous and fumbley and so awkward about sex is the funniest thing to me. so reminiscent of my first time tbh

17. “"You shouldn't be embarrassed, you know. There's nothing embarrassing about pleasure."

"Fuck you, it's so embarrassing," Sirius counters.”

he’s so real for that 😭😭😭

18. remus lupin: be gay do crime

19. “It takes them a bit to recover, admittedly. Love tends to have that effect, especially when you're making it.”

that line is so beautiful. like, insanely beautiful

#AHHHHHHHHHHHH #marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sunseeker #starchaser #crimson rivers

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leogichidaa · 2 years ago

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I wanna tell you something I love about Incubus: the total differences in how the Marauders regard the situation of Regulus vs how Regulus himself views his brother’s friends. While Peter and James both acknowledge that Regulus might actually be dangerous they still are not on their guard nearly enough, and it sort of feels to me like they’re like this because this is Sirius’s brother. Regulus looks like Sirius so they’re automatically relaxing and trusting at the sight of those familiar features/traits, he knows how badly it would hurt Sirius if something happened to them and what sibling wants to genuinely see their brother hurt (one raised in the House of Black who’s carrying around a ton of abandonment issues and resentment for their runaway brother, maybe), and it’s that very attachment Regulus has to Sirius that puts them in danger. Regulus refuses to lose his brother and he doesn’t care what he has to do to prevent that, and if he’s gotta kill the blood traitor and half-bloods his brother is weirdly fond of to get his brother back, then that’s just what he’ll do

Thank you for telling me what you love about it 😊

And yeah, the disconnect is very real and it mirrors the disconnect in the way that Sirius and Regulus view each other. Regulus is playing 4-D chess and his ostensible opponents don't even consider him competition. Regulus sees them all as a threat from day one and he is guarded and plotting constantly wrt them. James and Peter are wary of Regulus, but they make the mistake of thinking that they can interact with him like a normal human at least some of the time.

In large part that does come from the fact that their main point of reference for the Black family is Sirius, one of the more well-adjusted members of the House of Black. Plus, I think they have rose-colored glasses when it comes to Sirius, which doesn't help. I don't think they can really conceptualize just how unhinged Sirius' family is.

I'm going to go on a bit of a tangent here, forgive me, but this makes me think of how sometimes (imo) the complexity of the relationship between Regulus and Sirius gets stripped out in fanon. And I know that some part of that stems from a lack of experience/understanding around toxic sibling relationships because I've seen people straight up say, "well, they're brothers, so of course they take care of/respect/protect each other" and like...that's not a foregone conclusion. Especially in a family where children are disowned by their parents and inter-family murder is not unheard of. Sirius and Regulus do love each other, but it's messy and there's a huge potential for it to be toxic and dangerous.

So yeah, to James and Peter it doesn't seem to fully register how dangerous Regulus is and how little he cares about Sirius' happiness. I like that you use the word attachment, because that's really the crux of it. Regulus is attached to Sirius and he wants to have Sirius, even if having Sirius makes Sirius miserable. It's a very selfish love. But it's the kind of love that their parents modeled for them.

I could go on about James' hubris and why Remus is less susceptible to being lulled into this false sense of security (who knows better than Remus that even well-meaning family can damage their loved ones in a way that completely alters the course of their life due to their outspoken bigotry?), but I feel like I'm rambling at this point, so I'll leave it at that.

#it also doesn't help that the rest of the marauders are only children #what do they know about the insanity of having a sibling?#ask #anon ask #Incubus fic #Incubus!Regulus #regulus black #sirius black #house of black #james potter #peter pettigrew #remus lupin

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cowboy-like-moony · 1 year ago

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a depressive lifestyle

3. technachally no, but there is a really popular fanfiction called all the young dudes and it is concidered the heart of the fandom by many (although I think it's popularity is decreasing because there are new ships that have gotten popular) it's really good and it's how I got into it, it's on ao3 and there even is an audiobook on YouTube

4. He is obviously sirius blacks brother, who is a professional swimmer🙄 (it's a fancast haha)

5. Of the Harry Potter books?

6. No just many unrelated fanfics (and some related ones) mostly an accumulation of headcanons

7. There are a few characters that are mentioned like once in the Harry Potter books and now have pretty agreed upon personalities (they where mentioned when Harry looked at an old picture of the old order of the phoenix) and some family members like sirius brother, lunas mother and nevilles parents also frequently make appearances (especially sirius brother who is one of the most popular characters) there are also some death eaters that gained popularity in recent years (but idc about them so I can't tell you much about them, I honestly even prefer refelus as a morally gray antagonist with complex relationships to the main characters instead of a lead) sometimes there are also OC (most important one being Grant Chapman from all the young dudes because the he is the greatest person that has ever not existed and I would literally die for him)

@cowboy-like-moony and absolutely anyone who follows the marauders fandom: what is it? like where is the canon? There’s no book or series, is there? Why is Timotheé chevron involved?! Is there anything more than order of the phoenix? Is it a series of fan fic strung together? How are there more characters the the marauders snake and lily? I’m so so confused

#i hope this helped <3 #marauders

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diandrarumi · 2 years ago

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The Potters headcanon:

1. James Sirius looks so much like his father, but he has his mother's eyes, that's why Harry actually has harder time to say no to him, especially when he begs and looks at him with Ginny's bright brown eyes. (Also why when it comes to James, Ginny is the stricter parent, Harry scolds him of course but always never actually means it)

2. Albus though, since he's a lot like Harry, Ginny couldnt help it but has a soft spot for him, she sings to baby Albus the poet she wrote about Harry's green eyes, she's the one he comes to when he's stressed and sad, Albus and Harry clashes head a lot, and it's always Ginny to the rescue, Albus looks up to Harry so much but it's Ginny that he always looks for whenever he's at his happiest or saddest. Albus is Mummy's dearest boy.

3. Lily has Grandad James' hazel eyes and bad eyesight, she's The Potter kid with the glasses, she inherits Ginny's temper and Harry's sassiness, so if you're on her good side, Lily is the best person ever but if youre on her bad side, she's your worst nightmare. She and Ginny buttheads, a LOT, most of the times the men in the house stay out of the way, but if the arguments get a little too serious, Harry always there to calm them down.

4. James thinks he is Lily's favorite brother.

5. Albus also thinks he is her favorite brother.

6. But really, she's actually their favorite sibling. (Whenever Albus and James had a fight, Lily always the one who break them up).

7. And honestly, Teddy is everyone's favorite brother.

8. James Sirius becomes quidditch captain at his 5th year, and just like his mother, he can play both Chaser and Seeker. Ginny cried when she saw his captain badge.

9. Lily Luna made reserve seeker in first year, Harry was crying snot and tears when he recieved the news.

10. Albus played Keeper for Slytherin at his fourth year, and just like his uncle Ron, he's actually pretty good if he's not nervous and anxious half the time.

11. Throughout his years at Hogwarts James Sirius had recieved 5 howlers from Ginny. Lily and Albus recieved one each.

12. James' patronus is a stag, Albus' is a horse and Lily's a lion.

13. James ends up as a Professional Quidditch player (to no one's surprise), he did, however, try to apply for the Harpies, even using his mother's name to get himself in only to be kicked out of the trial ground not less than 5 minutes after he stepped in.

14. Albus always has a knack for magical creatures, while James' favorite uncle is George and Lily's is Ron, Albus has always been the closest to Uncle Charlie, once Charlie even took him in an expedition to Korea and there he taught him everything about Dragons of the Peninsula, so really, it's expected that he's bound to be Charles Weasley's appretince and sucessor as europe's most renowned dragon tamer.

15. Lily's decision to become an Auror did almost send Harry to the hospital, now this has nothing to do with her being a girl, it's just that she's so small, like Ginny-small, had she been bigger like his niece Dominique was, Harry wouldnt be as worried, but seeing his small baby (yes Harry knows she's 22 now, but STILL) choosing a career path that's physically risky and dangerous actually made him chose early retirement. So that he wouldnt be losing sleep over assigning his own daughter to cases that could endanger the auror's lives and also because it's nice to spend his hard earned money by traveling the world with his beautiful, who doesnt seem to age since she turned 30- wife.

16. Harry at some point in his mid 50s accepts the job at Hogwards to be Professor for DADA. (He doesnt reside at Hogwarts of course, Ginny wouldve whooped his arse)

17. Ginny sometimes goes to Hogwarts to give advices and short trainings to the Quidditch teams. At the end of her 40s, she creates her own Quidditch Magazine and Radio station. James helped, of course.

18. The Potter kids always made time to have dinner with their parents at least twice a month and go to a pub, just the three of them, once a month to talk about everything, even when they're all adults, with demanding jobs and families of their own.

19. George is James' favorite uncle because he also happens to be the father of James' best friend, Fred II (George is always down to join James and Fred's shenanigans, no questions asked). James' favorite aunt also happens to be Auntie Angie, but not because she's Fred's mum, but simply because she's the coolest person ever (after his own mum of course, but he cant tell her that).

20. Ron calls Lily, Lily-Lu, and always gives her free WWW products whenever she asks, she actually works for WWW on summer holidays since she turned 13, (Harry and Ginny, though very wealthy, are super strict with money and dont want to spoil their children, Lily loves to spend money so she's willing to do more work to get it) Ron was so proud of his niece that he kinda cried when he handed Lily her first paycheck.

21. Theyre just a one big happy family, the Potters are, whatever JKR wrote on that crap Cursed Child never existed.

#hinny headcanon #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry potter headcanon #hp headcanon #hp next gen #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years ago

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Top 5 worst parts of the hp series?

This is pretty hard tbh. Not because it’s sooo good, but because I have many bones to pick with HP.

Aight, let’s get to work:

1. The treatment of House-elves.

I don’t even need to elaborate. It’s just horrible. They’re literally enslaved and abused, and not one character—not even any of the good guys—in the entire series aside from Hermione has a problem with it.

2. Rowling’s “feminist” bias, sexism, and treatment of feminine girls.

Examples:

Hermione attacking Ron and making him bleed because he kissed a girl being seen as okay and having no consequences. Ron getting pissed about Hermione and Krum (for like, one night) is portrayed as horrible and apparently he’s “such a jerk!!1!”

Lavender and Parvati—who are very feminine—being consistently mocked and belittled by Hermione, Fleur being mocked and excluded by Molly, Ginny, and Hermione because she was… pretty??? Literally what reason was there for them to talk shit about her behind her back. [Plus, when Harry (kinda?) defended Fleur and pointed out that she was chosen as a Triwizard champion, Hermione automatically assumes he’s merely lusting after her.]

Rowling’s constant sexism and transphobia when it comes to Snape’s character. This post perfectly sums it up.

Rowling making the main three female characters (Hermione, Ginny, and Luna) “unique” and “not like other girls.” Omg look! Hermione likes to read and isn’t girly!! She’s soo relatable right?? Omg look! Ginny is soooo badass and fiesty!! She plays Quidditch and has older brothers and she bullies Fleur merely because she’s girly. Do you guys like her yet?? Omg look! Luna is soo quirky and believes in weird mystical stuff (as if they didn’t go to a school for wizards), and is bullied and excluded for it. She’s sooo unique, right??

Every female villain (Bellatrix, Rita, Umbridge) in the series being childless. (I can make an entire separate post about this but I’ll just cut it short.)

The girls’ dorm being portrayed as needing a defense against rape but not the boys’ dorm.

[There are wayyyy more examples but I’m afraid I’ll write a million-word essay filled with hatred and a lot of screaming if I continue.😅]

To make things clear: I put the blame solely on Rowling, I don’t blame any of the girls (except maybe Ginny and Hermione), it’s Rowling’s stupid bias I’m pissed off at.

3. Date-rape drugs (love potions) being sold and used without any consequences.

Merope raped Tom Riddle Sr. by using a love potion on him and he was the one painted as the bad guy for “abandoning poor Merope.” She was a rapist and was painted sympathetically to (and even by) the readers.

Gred and Feorge (not a typo) sold love potions and faced no consequences.

4. Abuse never being taken seriously.

The abuse Harry, Snape, and Sirius faced from their families is never actually acknowledged and taken seriously. People’s treatment of House-elves—literal abuse—is never addressed.

5. How the Hogwarts Professors treat their students.

Filch and Umrbridge flat-out torture students, other professors ridicule, bully, and even sometimes endanger the lives of students (*looks at McGonagall and Hagrid*), and face no consequences for it. Like I get that it’s an old-fashioned Wizard school in the 90s but COME ON.

I have many more problems with the series (the stereotypes and the gender roles, the corruption, Dumbledore, no Wizarding therapy, the grooming and separation, the biases and prejudice, etc etc), but these are the ones I’m mentioning and the ones that bring out the most anger in me, especially the first three.

#anti jk rowling #anti jkr #anti rowling #anti j.k. rowling #house elves #anti merope gaunt #fleur delacour #lavender brown #harry potter #hp

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years ago

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yes, i’m a squib | part 4.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The first month of school seemed to breeze by you. The first few weeks of the second month was no different. You were doing well… as well as a squib could do. Classes that required no magic at all you found yourself excelling in. Those that needed magic took more work still. But even then, none of your grades were bad. You had made friends, like Neville, as well as sitting firmly in two friend groups. Your first friend group was more like a group of older siblings. Cedric’s friends had quickly adopted you. The older boy was doing well on his job at being an older brother. He actively made time at night to share a drink with you and Kreacher as well as helping with homework. Your second friend group was truly a group of friends.

The Golden Trio was now a known Golden Quartet. Gryffindor became used to seeing your yellow robes flutter about their common room. You were constantly walking arm in arm with Hermione, chatting with Harry, and playing chess with Ron. All of it was much to your cousin’s dismay. But Draco never said anything to you directly. However, he didn’t hesitate to let you know with looks that he disapproved of the friendship.

Balancing your cousin’s pride with your friends’ pride— especially Harry’s— wasn’t the easiest. You acted like you didn’t know either one of them whenever they started arguing in the same room. They had learned to not include you, to not even bother asking.

Your professors were nice aside from Snape. Professor Lupin and Professor Sprout were your two favorites. Whenever you would accompany Harry to his after class lessons, Professor Lupin would let you stay and watch. He even offered chocolates from an alarmingly large stash he seemed to have hidden in the bottom left drawer of his desk. While Harry worked on advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts techniques, you studied. Every now and then, he would try to include and Lupin would encourage. You indulged them by trying a spell. And when it didn’t work, you gave them a small smile, tucked your wand back into the waistband of your skirt, and continued to do homework while sucking on a chocolate.

“But, Professor—”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Potter. But that is final.”

You heard the voices of Professor McGonagall and Harry. Harry came sulking into the castle to see you cuddling Padfoot while sitting on the steps. Without a word, he sat down next to you. His fingers scratched Padfoot between the eyes.

“Wait, why are you still here, (Y/N)?” Harry asked. “Shouldn’t you be at Hogsmeade with the others before the Halloween feast?”

“Mr. Stapius forgot to sign my forms. He is a very forgetful man, bless him. So, it seems that we are both stuck here.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, dejectedly, before suddenly standing up.

He stuck out his hand. Shifting Padfoot to one hand, you took Harry’s outstretched one and followed him to wherever he was leading you. The two of you worked your way through the quidditch equipment. Harry grabbed his broom that was resting there after a cleaning as well as one of the training brooms. You kept following the boy out of the barracks and to the quidditch field. Harry threw down the spare broom and set down his Nimbus 2000 gently.

“Have you ever ridden a broom?” he asked.

“How much magic are you going to make me go through before you realize I’m a squib?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Hermione was reading and began to go on about brooms. Apparently, there’s some debate on if brooms are enchanted to fly or if it must come from magic of the person themselves. Brilliantly, it came about when a muggle accidentally started to levitate while cleaning.”

“Harry, where are you going with this?”

“Well, if it is the first one— the enchanting— then what if I enchant the broom. You could still fly it.”

“You must be very bored to think of this, Harry Potter, but I will go along with it.”

“Brilliant.” Harry looked at his broom. “Up.”

The broom floated a little bit off the ground. You had seen enough quidditch matches in your life to know how to work a broom. Sitting on it, you firmly grabbed the handle. Harry made sure you were stable before letting go of the broom. Almost instantly, the broom began to tip forward. You leaned back a little to keep yourself upright. Slowly, you noticed that the broom was getting lower and lower until it was barely hovering above the ground.

“Uh, Harry, I think those debates Hermione was reading about got it wrong. It seems to be a bit of both.”

You got off the broom and it dropped to the rest of the ground completely. Harry looked at his broom in the grass, commanding it back up. Under Harry’s complete control, the broom rose up high once more. You frowned as you looked at it.

“Try once more.”

You gave him a look but did as he said anyway. When you went to get back on, Harry stopped you. He instructed you to sit on the broom as if you were sitting side-saddle on a horse. His hands never left yours as he helped you sit down. With the two of you still holding hands, you found that the broom stayed at the level that Harry first commanded it to be at. You shouted in delight. If anyone were to go to the field to practice, they would see Harry walking next to you— still holding one of your hands— while you shouted about how you were flying.

That was almost exactly what Oliver Wood and the rest of the Gryffindor team saw when they arrived. The entire team had agreed to come back from the Hogsmeade field trip a little early in order to practice for the first game of the season— coincidentally against your House. The team wore smirks on their faces as they watched. You and Harry had stopped in the middle of the field, him being tired of running around. You were now circling him on the broom, Harry’s arm stretching anytime you were behind him. Your cat, asleep at his feet.

“I’ve never done this before!” You shouted in excitement.

“You’re doing brilliant.”

“Potter!” The shout from Oliver made you both break from the little world you were in.

“Right, practice,” Harry said.

You quickly jumped down from the broom as the rest of the team made their way over. Looking down at the other practice broom in the grass, you picked it up so it would be in the team’s way. You gave Harry a hug before scooping up Padfoot who protested loudly at being woken up.

“Thank you, Harry, truly. I had so much fun. Have fun with your practice. I would wish you all luck for the game but since it’s against Hufflepuff, I do believe as a Puff I have to root for my own house. And because as Captain and seeker, Cedric would stop talking to me if I didn’t.”

The Gryffindor team chuckled.

“Well, if we win then the next game is against Slytherin. You can root for us then,” Oliver said.

“Will do.”

“And tell your captain that our team is ready to destroy them.”

“You can tell him that yourself. Bye, Harry. Bye, everyone.”

“How come you get a special goodbye?” Fred and George asked when you had walked off the field.

With everyone still at Hogsmeade, you were once again left with nothing to do. Padfoot’s protests about being woken up were short lived when he fell asleep in your arms. You gently adjusted so you could constantly remove one of your hands without disturbing him. Hogwarts felt strangely empty when it was only the first and second years. You weren’t upset at Mr. Stapius for forgetting to sign your forms but you just wished that next time he would remember— and not lose the form either.

Your feet carried you without much thought until you found yourself at Professor Lupin’s office. You knocked gently on the door, pleasantly surprised to hear someone tell you to come in. You weren’t sure which professors had also gone down to Hogsmeade and which were still in the castle. Lupin looked up from where he was grading end of the month essays.

“Ms. Black, what brings you by? I thought you’d be out with the other students in Hogsmeade.”

“Mr. Stapius forgot to sign my forms.” You shrugged.

Lupin looked at the black bundle of fur in your arms, pointing to it.

“You have a cat.”

“This is Padfoot.”

The professor snorted as he finished grading the essay in front of him. You took a seat in the chair across from his desk, gently petting your cat. Lupin moved on to another essay. For a few seconds, the only sounds were coming from the scribble of his quill. Lupin grabbed the box of sweets from his desk drawer and placed it in front of you. You started fiddling through the chocolates.

“Professor,” you said as you kept looking for a sweet. “How much about Sirius do you know? I mean, can you tell me more about my father?”

Lupin stopped marking the parchment. “I don’t know if that is the best idea.”

“But you were friends right? That’s why you felt bad for not taking care of me, because the two of you were school friends.”

“Yes, we were.”

“Then why is it not a good idea?”

“(Y/N), it is not responsible of me as an adult and your professor to fill your head with stories of a wanted man.”

“You said to stick to my beliefs. I believe that he is innocent, you said that was good.”

“He is still wanted. Innocent or not, Sirius Black is currently a known criminal that has escaped from Azkaban.”

“But I’ve tried asking Kreacher. He only complai—”

“Kreacher? He’s still around?” Lupin asked, bewildered.

“Yes, he works in the kitchen, at least while I’m in school. Every time I even utter Sirius, he just goes on about how my dad was nice to every other house elf but him and that he hates him with a burning passion.”

“Your father wasn’t the nicest to him, saw him as an extension of the Black family. Especially his mother.”

“Please, Professor… just one story?”

Lupin picked up his quill again and you sighed as you sat back in the chair. You began picking through the sweets again, dejectedly, until the man suddenly started to speak. Sitting up a little straighter, you listened to him tell you the story of how Sirius and your mother met. She hadn’t gone to school with them. Her parents moved to France when she was young and sent her to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts, even though she got the letter— because they felt the school was too far away even with magical transportation. You smiled while sucking the chocolate off of your thumb. Lupin described your mother in the nicest fashion and couldn’t stop gushing about how Sirius was madly in love with her.

“Alright, that was one story,” Lupin said as he set the quill down. “I’m headed down to the kitchens to restock on my tea, I’ll be passing by your common room.”

You stood up and began to walk with him, hoping that maybe you could convince the professor to squeeze out one more story about Sirius. Instead, Lupin was more concerned about your studies. You figured that you should have expected that. He was a teacher after all, not to mention a father figure of sorts. You told him how you were doing in classes and he offered advice where he could.

“I don’t think Professor Snape will ever like me,” you admitted.

“He can be a bit tough to warm up to people.”

You shook your head. “He hates me, he hates that I’m a squib. I really wanted to do well in Potions but he keeps assigning all the ones that require magic. I thought he could be my favorite professor but he just wants me to fail… Professor.”

You gasped when you and Lupin ran into Snape. Your face heated up with embarrassment, knowing that Snape heard all of it and was probably judging you. Without saying goodbye to Lupin, you shuffled past both men before Snape could say anything. You didn’t stop until you were safe in your room. Kreacher came in but left quickly after seeing your face. You only emerged when it was time for the feast.

“Are you okay?” Cedric asked when you sat down.

You shook your head as you recounted the awful encounter with Professor Snape. The older boy was no help, finding the entire ordeal funny. You simply groaned at Cedric’s taunting before getting up to leave with Gryffindors— Hermione and Ron had said they got stuff for you and Harry from Hogsmeade. Much like Cedric, Ron was teasing you to no end about Snape. The four of you chuckled at his last comment before being forced to stop by the rest of the Gryffindors that were still on the steps instead of in the common room. Your head turned at hearing Percy’s shouts to let him through as Head Boy.

“Somebody get Professor Dumbledore, quickly!” Percy shouted.

That statement made you crane your neck to try and see what was happening. It had to be serious if Dumbledore needed to be called. Moments later, Dumbledore was shuffling through the crowd— along with Professor McGonagall and Lupin. With the crowd parted, you and the others were able to see the problem. The painting that normally held the Fat Lady was replaced with three claw marks going across it.

“Students, please split up and find the guardian of your common room. Give a shout when you find her.”

You all parted like the sea, splitting into small groups to search through the paintings. The portraits simply stared at the students as you guys ran about the stairs. A shout from Seamus caught everyone’s attention and soon you all piled around him. The Fat Lady was hiding behind a large wildebeest, shivering in fear. She only breathed out a small sigh of relief when Dumbledore appeared in front of her.

“It’s him, Headmaster. He’s in the castle… Sirius Black!”

Murmurs whispered through the crowd. Dumbledore shushed everyone and told them to go back to the Great Hall. He instructed McGonagall and Lupin to inform the other professors to gather the students from the other Houses. All the students were going to stay in the Great Hall where they could easily be protected, at least for tonight. Everyone began to do as he said. You were almost down the steps, behind everyone else, when you felt your arm grabbed. You looked behind you to see the arm that grabbed you belonged to Professor Lupin. He gave you a stern look.

“Don’t do whatever you are thinking. Do you hear me, (Y/N)? Don’t go looking for Sirius Black.”

“What if we find him, Professor?”

“And what if he is not alone? You don’t know who is with him.”

“But he—”

“If a dementor is chasing him, what will you do? You have no magic, do your best to understand that. An advanced wizard can barely fight a dementor, a squib has absolutely no chance. Do you understand? Let it go.” Professor Lupin’s voice was harsh. He paused after realizing what he had said.

You pulled your arm from his grasp. “I understand, Professor. I’ll go to the Great Hall.”

You wiped at your eyes, ripping your wand from your skirt waistband and throwing it to the ground. You didn’t care if someone stepped on it. In fact, you hoped they did and would break it. You got into one of the sleeping bags on the Hufflepuff side and immediately closed your eyes, not wanting to talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

(Part 5)...

#cedric diggory x black!reader #cedric diggory x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter x black!reader #golden trio x reader

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