#hp au rp

[mariashakuskus]

Here I am thinking of writing a fanfiction about Harley being promised to Walbert (who is man!Walburga), but Tori (idk, I can’t come up with other name for Tom) is against so tries to take Harley away. But she doesn’t want to ruin the tradition and family connections, so she always chooses Walbert

[domuspromo]

greeting tags! i've been finding myself desperately reminiscing on the marauders fandom and how much fun it used to be, so consider this me reaching out to see if anyone would be interested in a modern day group. i have this idea of either making this a hogwarts as a college based group based on secret societies instead of canon OR a group focusing on the order with playable in-game missions to push the plot along. i would love some feedback on either idea or anything else you'd like to see in a group.

[hqmemento-mori]

✩ VOLDEMORT HAS FALLEN !

... on Halloween, 2024, the boy who lived, NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, has survived the killing curse. Protected by his mother and father's love, true evil has been banished from society as the fragile lingering fragments of the hollow soul of Lord Voldemort were shattered into dust. The husk of the man himself has disappeared, merging finally with the darkness he had become over the course of his wretched life. Unfortunately he was not the only casualty of this senseless attack ... FRANK & ALICE LONGBOTTOM were found deceased at the scene by first Order of the Phoenix responders Alastor Moody, Gideon Prewett & Lily Evans. They are now tirelessly trying to understand why this family was targeted. Could it have been a prophecy? The world is currently torn. Some are simultaneously feeling the pain of losing their friends & the relief that the Death Eaters no longer have a commander - there is no denying that hope for a brighter future is hand in hand with grief. Others are afraid of the direction society is going to head toward with the figurehead of one side of a war being suddenly taken down - will chaos dominate? Will someone even worse take his place? Will anyone be held accountable for the crimes they committed in his name, or do the seeds of Ministry corruption that Voldemort planted run so deep that not even his death is enough to help justice prevail?

this server is a *modern* marauder era au. the prompt: what if the longbottoms were targeted instead of the potters? our goal is to keep the server casual enough for older writers to keep up with but still have some fun twists & events sprinkled in along the way! Anti-JKR, 21+ & discord based. <- Join here. Most Wanted: PETER PETTIGREW, DEATH EATER MUSES; Lucius Malfoy, Agustus Rookwood, Amycus Carrow, Dorcas Meadowes, Amelia & Edgar Bones, Edward "Ted" Tonks, Fabian & Molly Prewett, Rabastan & Rodolphus Lestrange, & So many more!!

Opening for interactions on MONDAY, APRIL 21ST

[speaksoftlyrp]

INDEX • GUIDEBOOK • CANONS • WANTED • DISCORD

Speak Softly is a character-driven site set at the turn of an era. Following the deaths of Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore, the world has fallen to pieces. With the "amnesty" put in place absolving both the Order and Death Eaters of their wartime crimes... where does this leave the wizarding world?

we are a jcink premium, marauders era au rp. join our discord to start chatting for early reserves and plotting.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Wishing you were somehow here again - Remus Lupin

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Phantom of the Opera

☆ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☆ 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒 ☆

summary: you bring remus home to meet your parents, introducing him as your finacé. luckily for you, your parents approve of him, and you take remus out on a stroll in the vast gardens whilst your parents deliberate the wedding details. wc: 3k+ cw: smut, semi-public sex (in a garden, but there is privacy)

“Okay just smile, that’s what my mum wants to see. Plus, you’ve got a very handsome one, so you’ll win some extra points.”

Remus remembered the words you told him last night over dinner as you ran your fingers through his hair to make sure every single strand was in perfect place. He felt as though you were preparing him to meet your mother in that instant, but reminded himself to calm down; he had more than twelve hours.

But now, as he stood in front of the large, wooden double doors of the Black Manor, he felt as though he took those hours for granted, wishing you were somehow here again, with him. Preparing him like a pig for slaughter. Remus swallowed thickly, loosening his grip on the bouquet of blue tulips he held. Your mother’s favourite, according to you. When Remus finally knocked, the doors took less than three seconds to swing open, but instead of being invited inside, you slammed the doors shut behind you as you joined Remus outside.

Remus smiled at you nervously and you returned the smile, taking in his appearance from head to toe. “You look amazing.” You mumbled, quickly pressing yourself on your tippy toes to gently kiss him. Remus grinned; he knew he looked amazing. After all, you had insisted on dragging him to your family’s tailor to get him a fresh new three-piece suit.

“You got me a ring, let me get you this one thing.” You had pleaded, but your eyes warned him that there was no room for argument.

Satisfied, you reached for the door handle behind you, welcoming Remus into the house just in time for your mother to come into view, not a single wrinkle on the long dress she wore. As per usual. “Mother, this is-” “Remus Lupin. Pleased to meet you.” He said with a gracious smile. A smile that seemed so well practiced, just like every pureblood child had mastered. Except his was authentic.

Remus — forgetting his practice — offered your mother his hand for a hand shake but he quickly caught himself when she presented him her hand, palm facing the floor. He shook it awkwardly, bowing his head down before eagerly letting go. He tried hiding the blush on his cheeks by giving her the bouquet of flowers.

Your mother deeply inhaled, her nose snug against the flowers, closing her eyes as she relished in their scent, and sighing deeply. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, hesitating before informing her “He is my fiancé.”

Walburga summoned Kreacher to take the flowers away, and for a long moment she stared at you and Remus with menacing eyes that turned into slits, walking around the pair of you like a predator would to its prey. Finally, she put on an artificial smile, tilting her head to the side with friendliness she couldn’t make look natural even if she tried. She ignored your announcement, fixing her gaze onto the tall man, daring him to look away. “Remus, dear, I have to say, when I heard through the grapevine that you’d been spotted around my daughter, I came rushing to see you perform. So did Orion.” As though at the mention of his name, your father came strolling into the room, his chest puffed up. It didn’t take brains to know that he owned the place; held the power in the family. “That we did!” You father gruffly said, adjusting the lapel of his blazer.

Both you and Remus held your breath.

You approached your fiancé, linking your arm through his, hope fluttering in your chest. Your parents’ opinion on Remus’s performance would be their deciding factor on whether they would allow you to get married. “We thought you were absolutely wonderful.” You didn’t bother hiding the relief on your face, but Remus had more class than you, smiling politely at your parents.

“I’m glad to hear that. Mr. and Mrs. Black, I know it wasn’t very traditional to propose to your daughter without asking first, but I still want your blessing for her hand in marriage. Otherwise, I don’t think we’d be able to go through with it.” Remus looked back at you, and you nodded solemnly; all an act to make your script look convincing enough.

Your father stepped forward, clasping a hand on Remus’s shoulder. You couldn’t read his face, blank and neutral.

Terrifying.

“Remus Lupin,” He started, staring at the taller man directly in his eyes. “Welcome to the family, young man.” Your arms fell by your side in relief and you glanced towards your mother, who was making her way over to hug you. Just like you and Remus had to keep up your act, so did she. It was unusual for her to be affectionate, whether it was for show or now, but you would take it. Turning around to look at Remus, who was just being released from your father’s tight handshake, you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him in a tight hug, digging your face in the crook of his neck.

Remus’s face flushed brightly and your mother laughed, scolding you softly. “Oh don’t embarrass the poor boy.” You sighed in annoyance at her words, but Remus was quick to get rid of your forming frown by ducking his head down to press his lips against yours softly. “Oh, never mind what I said, he isn’t shy in the least!” Remus kept you close to him even after you parted from each other, a soothing hand on your waist.

“Sweetheart, how about you show Remus around the grounds while your mother and I discuss important matters before dinner?” You nodded obediently, fingers sliding into Remus’s hand, intertwining with his as you dragged him back out the front door and into the enchanted gardens. Walburga huffed at the informal gesture when you turned your back, but Orion chuckled “Oh, let them celebrate. She doesn’t have any suitors or families to impress in her own home.” Walburga spun on her heels, and her husband immediately followed her into the living room to discuss the terms of your engagement.

Not only would the wedding details need sorting, but so would business negotiations. It was about time a theatre was named after the family name in Charing Cross, and that could quickly be arranged as a celebration of the news of your marriage. Besides, some people owed your father a couple of favours.

Outside, Remus cursed quietly as he tripped over the steps in front of the intimidating front doors of the Black Manor. His stress subsided into laughs, reflecting the ones that were flying out of your mouth as you dragged him further down the garden and into the tall hedge maze, where you’d debatably get the most privacy on the entire property. You didn’t stop running for a while, turning sharp angles to drag Remus down a memorised route, practiced steps leading you into the hedge maze’s centre.

Finally, you came to a halt, letting go of Remus’s so you could spin around, throwing your arms over his shoulder to slam your lips onto his. Remus gasped against your lips, hands coming down to rest on your hips. He chuckled quietly, breathing heavily into the kiss. Your hands trailed down until you were cupping Remus’s cheeks, humming into the kiss.

Remus broke the kiss, raising a hand to rest on the side of your neck, thumb caressing your skin softly. “We did it.” He whispered in a celebratory tone, a boy-like giggle ecstatically flying out from between his parted lips. One of your hands lowered to wrap around Remus’s wrist with the hand on your cheek. You pressed yourself on your tippy toes, kissing him softly again.

An unexpected whine broke out of Remus’s chest and you gasped as his fingers gripped your hips tightly, pushing you back until your back hit the edge of a pedestal, the sculpture placed upon it looming over you both. Remus gently sunk his teeth into your bottom lip and you parted your lips for him, opening your mouth slightly to meet his tongue in a passionate dance.

Remus tilted his head to the side so he could deepen the kiss and you cried out as his hands explored your body until they landed on your ass, groping at the flesh eagerly. One of your hands shot out to grip the collar of Remus’s shirt, tugging his body closer to you until it lay flat against yours. You desperately thrust your hips forward, grinding them against Remus’s. Your fiancé separated his lips from your momentarily as a primal groan rumbled in his chest.

“Are women in the Black family also expected to wait until marriage?” You breathed heavily, grinning up at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eye despite his question being sarcastic. “If they are, I’ve already broken that rule.”

Remus chuckled against your lips, a silent question lingering in the air. “So, are you going to touch me or not?” Remus’s breath got caught in his throat as you asked the question, almost unable to believe that the words were stumbling out of your sophisticated mouth. “Yes, I’d love to. I-uhm, I’m just not exactly sure how to.”

An unexpected laugh tumbled out of your mouth and Remus’s eyes widened as he realised what he’d just said. “Not in that sense! Not in-Your dress! Your dress is just so… elaborate.” Indeed, it was. The long layers of your dress went past your feet, so the tip of your heels were barely exposed when you took long, elegant strides.

“I don’t want to ruin it.” He added with a sheepish mumble. You curtseyed slightly, lowering your body down so you could grasp the bottom of the skirt of your dress. Remus stepped back, watching as you pulled the skirt higher and higher, until the lacy top of your stockings were exposed, held up by the garter that lay snug around your waist, underneath the structured torso of your dress. Remus gulped, an arm hooking around your waist to pull you towards the other side of the statue, where you would be hidden if anyone were to take a peek into the entrance of the hedge maze’s courtyard.

You gasped, eyes drawn to Remus’s hands which were quickly working to undo his leather belt. His trousers were quickly falling to his thighs, and you had to fight the urge to reach out to take his boxers off yourself. You gulped thickly, watching as Remus’s cock sprung out of his boxers. Before you could help yourself, your fingers were already wrapping around his length, stroking him teasingly.

Remus’s hips thrust upward at the sudden pleasure, leaning deeply into your touch, nosing at the soft skin of your neck as he inhaled deeply, a guttural moan ripping out of his chest. Remus blindly searched for the hem of your underwear beneath the skirt of your dress you were helplessly holding up for him. His breath was shaky as he pulled your panties down, a loud rip echoing in the space. Remus’s eyes shot open and he was instantly apologising, unaware that his desperation had gotten the best of him, causing him to use more power.

“It’s okay Remus - just - put it in.” You let go of his cock, unconsciously licking your lips at the sight of the beady pearls of cum dribbling down his thick length. “Okay, fuck.” Remus cursed, eyes glued to your pussy, wet with arousal. Your knuckles were white with the tight grip you had on your dress, allowing Remus a full view of your cunt.

As Remus’s tip caught on your entrance, he brought his second hand down to rub unforgiving circles on your clit. As he pushed deeper into you, Remus let go of himself, a hand coming up to rest on the sculpture’s base next to your head. You moaned quietly, sighing in satisfaction as Remus dipped his head down to kiss you.

You brought a hand up to the nape of Remus’s neck, letting one side of your dress to fall back down, giving you partial modesty as your most private parts were covered back up. Remus leaned down a little bit, but he kept your lips linked in a thirsty kiss as his hands trailed to the back of your thighs. Suddenly, he picked you up, and you moaned loudly as he pressed your back against the sculpture behind you, gravity driving you down onto his cock with indescribable force.

You cried out loudly into the kiss, both hands flying to grip Remus’s shoulders, your dress bunching up around your connected pelvises. You broke away from the kiss, resting your forehead against Remus’s, eyes glued shut as a string of pleasured moans flew from your parted lips.

Remus grunted with every thrust of his hips into you, cock driving into you with a power you couldn’t understand. A choked out moan was stuck in Remus’s throat, his eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of your constricting walls sucking him into you, every ridge of his cock driving deeper into you.

“Faster, please.” You whimpered, guiding Remus’s face back towards yours in a desperate, open mouthed kiss, your tongues immediately tangling together in a messy kiss.

Remus was conflicted.

Your lips felt so good against his, and he revelled in the feeling of your tongue dancing with his. But he knew he would cum faster if you kissed him for any longer, and he didn’t want this moment to end, no matter the risk that someone may walk in on both of you. Either way, Remus continued kissing you, feeling as though he was a teenager again, having his very first kiss from the way his lips tingled, a knot of pleasure rolling in his gut.

He obeyed your request, driving his hips into you at a faster pace, bouncing you up in his arms so he could get a better grip on your body. One of his arms flew around your waist tightly, the other one snaking underneath your dress to caress your thigh before snaking up and grabbing a handful of your ass. He pushed his body further against you so that your body was propped up between him and the structure behind you, the base of his cock driving further into you so he pushed deeper into you with every drill of his cock.

You keened loudly, the only sound in the air apart from you and Remus’s moans being the slap of his meaty balls against your ass. “I’m so-” But you couldn’t finish the sentence, words getting stuck in your throat as you panted heavily.

But Remus got the message, moving one hand down to your front to abuse your clit with the tips of his rough fingers. He gasped loudly as your cunt clamped down on his cock, driving his hips forward and stilling his movements as a rush of pleasure overcame him, spilling his pleasure into you. He cursed loudly, increasing the speed of his movements on your clit as he realised he was coming before you.

However, at the realisation that your thighs had begun shaking, pussy fluttering around his cock as you suddenly let out a high-pitched cry of his name, Remus slumped in shoulders in relief, seeing you come undone in front of him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead in a long, reassuring kiss.

“Fuck, I love you.” Remus mumbled, gently returning your legs to the ground. He kept a secure arm around your waist, just in case the muscles in your legs had failed you, but you were solidly standing, picking the layers of skirt off the two of you so Remus could pull out. “I love you more.” You finally replied with a sigh, leaning your head back against the stone behind you.

Remus chuckled with a shake of his head, muttering “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He crouched down, reaching underneath your skirt to pull your underwear back up from where it resting around your ankles. There was almost no use though, the lace holding several holes in the fabric due to Remus’s rash movement.

“Give me a kiss.” You requested, reaching out to hold Remus’s jaw gently. He obliged, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, loving kiss. When you pulled away, you ran your hands down Remus’s chest, pulling your wand out of a secret pocket in your dress and muttering a quiet spell.

Instantly, all the creases that had been made on Remus’s suit disappeared, and with a repeat of the words, so did the creases on your dress. “Just so you know, when we return to the house to have dinner, my parents will probably have the wedding sorted out.”

Remus’s eyes widened and he laughed nervously, spluttering “Really!?” You hummed, guiding Remus to sit down on a stone bench with you. Running your hand through his hair, you pushed the strands back into place. Your eyes were filled with admiration as you stared at the man in front of you. He picked up your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“That’s probably what they’re discussing.”

Remus grinned, standing in front of you and offering you a hand. “Well in that case, should my fiancée and I take a walk whilst her parents organise our wedding?” Giggling, you took his hand, letting him pull you off the bed.

“Mhm, let me show you my bedroom. I won’t be living here much longer if I’m getting married.” Remus wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you to his side snugly, but before you could wander far away, Kreacher apparated in front of you.

“Mistress Black has advised for Miss Black and her fiancé to come inside for dinner.” “Oh, thank you Kreacher.”

You shot Remus an apologetic look, but the man seemed happy nonetheless, giving you a sly wink. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to go explore your bedroom.”

“Okay. If they ask any questions you don’t have answers for, make it about your successful career, okay?”

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[everythingisromant1c]

p1: chemistry read w/ co-star!james

co-star!james potter x actress!reader

summary: before filming can start, your director has to ofc find the perfect person to play your love interest, + what better way to do that than to have a chemistry read?

a/n: i will not pretend to know anything abt film/tv production so this is more than probably innaccurate 🙏 also this first one is not my best work but dw more drama will ensue. <33

full series - masterlist

You'd wanted this job more than anything. You'd worked harder than anyone you knew to kickstart your acting career and knew this opportunity was just the way to do it. When your agent called you about an audition for the lead role in a new show titled 'South Bay'—a drama named after the L.A. region itself—and gave you a sample of the pilot script, saying you fell in love with it wouldn't be a stretch. And after those few months later when you'd received the call that you'd gotten the part, it was safe to say you were walking on clouds for weeks afterward.

Your amazing director Minerva had cast you first and foremost, knowing your role was key to the show's success, and you'd already built a strong relationship with her after just a few weeks of knowing her.

After casting you, she'd informed you that the show's next order of business was finding someone to play your character's—Cassidy's—love interest, Aaron. When she'd told you that initially, you didn't think anything of it. But when she told you they already had gone through the first round of auditions for the role and that it was time for the infamous chemistry reads, you had to try your hardest to stay completely calm.

Aside from the fact that you'd soon be meeting the person you'd have to spend hours working with every day for God knows how many months, you also knew that the casting directors were going to be looking extra careful at the romantic chemistry you were supposed to have with the actors they brought in. You willed yourself not to get worked up when the morning came for the chemistry reads with the men auditioning for Aaron, and reminded yourself that your role in the show was already secured. Yet, for some reason, you were still on edge.

Luckily, the casting directors had narrowed down their options from the hundreds of actors who had come to audition for the role of Aaron originally to just a handful, making your job much easier. By the time noon came around, you'd already read from the script with three different candidates.

Just as you'd expected, they each had done a close-to-perfect job in their auditions. Your personal favorite was the second actor you'd read lines with, a sandy-haired guy named Remus who you thought was a really nice person as well as actor. It was important to you that the person you were going to have to pretend to be romantically interested in was a person you at least liked, and it was all too easy to imagine working with someone like Remus.

You'd expressed your thoughts to Minerva when she'd asked for them, and she nodded in agreement—a good sign—before the two casting directors beside her were calling for her attention.

"This next one, Minerva," cooed the curly-haired woman you knew as Poppy from next to her, "we think you're going to like."

"Am I?" she asked, lips curling up.

"Oh yes. When we saw him we knew right away we had to bring him in for the chemistry reading." Poppy nodded to you. "He looks promising. And he certainly has the background; his parents are Euphemia and Fleamonet Potter."

The other casting director hummed in agreement, not hiding their impressed and widened eyes. "Not to mention, he has that accent."

You had to fight your expression from turning sour. A Potter? If there was one thing you didn't appreciate in the world of acting, it was nepotism. After working so hard and starting from the ground up to get your acting career where it currently was, the last thing you wanted was to have to see your director swoon over some guy just because of who his parents were.

Nonetheless, you had faith in Minerva to pick the person who truly deserved the job. You watched her nod at the two women beside her, intrigued nonetheless. She waved a hand over to the security guard by the door in the corner of the room.

"Bring Potter in?"

The burly man nodded and exited the room briefly, and not a minute had gone by before he returned with the man you assumed was the young Potter in tow.

You subconsciously stood up straighter when you saw him, trying to push away any premeditated opinions of the man approaching. Brown curls and a genetically gifted bone structure you could see from feet away, he walked into the room confidently with reason. He immediately offered the security guard who had brought him into the room a handshake, and you watched as the tall brick wall of a man lit up with a bright smile from the gesture. Potter then rolled out more charming words of greeting to the director and casting directors, and you took the opportunity to scan him over in more detail.

With an interest you couldn't explain, you saw that he was strikingly handsome in the kind of way you'd expect the son of two celebrities to be; he was wearing a black t-shirt that clung to him flatteringly, with that sort of movie-star quality you knew audiences always swooned over. It didn't help that the moment he walked in you saw each of the directors turn to each other with raised brows and suggestive smiles that only widened when he introduced himself, charmingly posh British accent and all. You had to fight back from rolling your eyes at their reactions.

"James," greeted Poppy, standing up from her seat to give the man a handshake.

"Poppy," the man regarded, and you felt your eyebrows raise at the fact that he was already on a first-name basis with the head casting director.

She sat back down after a moment, keeping her attention on the man—James—as she spoke. "James, this is Minerva McGonagall, the Director of South Bay."

"I'm such an admirer of your work, Mrs. McGonagall. My parents took me to see your adaptation of Henry Shay's novel about three times when it first came out."

Your parents, you thought internally with some distaste; the famous actor and actress power couple. You had to stop yourself from shaking your head.

"Please, just Minerva," the director responded warmly, and you noted that she hadn't told any of the other actors to call her by her first name. "And thank you."

Poppy nodded happily before she held out an alarming hand towards you. "And let me introduce you to the wonderful actress who is going to be playing South Bay's leading lady Cassidy Ward."

You plastered on a smile and introduced yourself as plainly and confidently as you could, definitely not feeling suddenly conscious of your appearance as his warm-colored eyes raked over you.

James took that second to scan you over before realizing with a simmering feeling in the planes of his chest that there was something special about you he couldn't make out, something that had him wanting to greet you with more than a handshake. He refrained, thankfully, not saying anything after you finished introducing yourself for a second you felt was a beat too long, before scrambling to hold out a hand to you.

"I'm James. James Potter," he said as if you hadn't been already made aware of his last name. "It's an honor to get to meet you."

You didn't know why but his clear flattery only made you more uneasy of him, knowing it was something he'd probably gotten used to pulling out to impress whatever important or famous people he was busy meeting through all the connections he probably had.

You stopped yourself in your tracks; you were being unfair. You'd only known the guy, if you call it knowing him, for under a minute. Shaking off the odd feeling that was creeping its way into your stomach, you shook his held out hand with a polite nod, though that didn't the prying feeling inside you go away.

"Alright." Minerva clapped her hands together, looking between the two of you. "We're just going to do a read-through of scene number thirty-four, Episode three." She motioned towards the camera crew set up behind her, them shooting her a thumbs up.

She turned back around, looking between you and James pointedly. "Remember, your characters Cassidy and Aaron are the only two characters in the show who have known each other for longer than just a few months. They're close. That connection has to be visible, however you want to show that to us."

You didn't know why, but you felt uneasy. You nodded at Minerva regardless, seeing the supportive but anticipatory look behind her eyes as she glanced between you and the man now standing in front of you like you held the answers to all her problems.

James looked surprisingly calm and collected, like there was nothing in the world that could make the James Potter nervous. The more you looked at him and the confident set of his shoulders, the more you thought that was true.

Your director smiled. "Whenever you're both ready."

You nodded, taking a breath in before turning to James. "Where were you last night?"

You watched as James reacted to you in character, his strong brows pulling inwards. "What do you mean?"

You momentarily were taken aback by the almost effortless switch in his accent, but pushed the thought aside. "Last night. When everyone else was at Ryan's party. Where were you?"

He shrugged slightly. "I was in my dorm."

"Really? Because I knocked on your door and no one answered."

"I must've been sleeping. Why do want to know so badly?"

"I don't know, maybe because half the football team got caught last night breaking into the Dean's office."

"You don't think I did that, do you?"

You stared at him and then down at the floor. James—or Aaron, really—shook his head at you, his tone dropping. "I can't believe this."

Then he turned away from you and, as the script had told you to, you grabbed his wrist softly.

"Aaron, wait," you called, and the connection of your fingers to his arm had them tingling with a certain kind of teeming energy, though you didn't let it show on your face. "Of course I don't think you did it. I just don't know what to think. We're supposed to be best friends, yet you won't even tell me where you were."

James let a second pass before he said his next line, and it was like you could see his character's inner turmoil flickering through his mind restlessly when he said, "You want to know where I was, Cassidy?" You nodded. "I was talking with your Professor."

"Professor Brown?" you frowned. "Why?"

"I was trying to get him to let you submit your final thesis late."

"What? You know he told me I couldn't because-"

"Because of me." He paused dramatically, stern jaw working. "The only reason you missed the deadline was because you were helping me when I got too drunk to even make it up the stairs to my dorm."

"That's ... that's really nice of you, Aaron, but you know how Brown is-"

"He's letting you turn it in late for full credit."

"What?" You widened your eyes. "How did you ..."

"I told him how it was my fault you missed the deadline. And I told him about how good of a student you are, how you've never turned in anything late once, not even when we were in high school. But most importantly," he took a step closer to you to hold your hand, something you noted wasn't in the script but made your fingers flood with feeling. "I told him what a good person you were. How kind you are. Even to idiots like me who get black-out drunk during finals week."

You blinked at him, letting a smile overtake your face for a moment. "You really didn't have to."

"I did."

He squeezed your hand and, even if it was only acting, the way he was looking at you so meaningfully made something in your chest tighten excitedly. You didn't have to act when you shifted your gaze to the ground nervously. Why the hell were you nervous? "I don't know how the hell you got him to say yes."

"Well, I also have to wash his car for free for the next six months, but that's just a small detail."

You let your jaw drop. "I can't believe you'd do that for me."

"Of course I would." James took another step closer, still holding tight onto your hand and not breaking the immobilizing eye contact he'd established with you the whole while. "I'd do anything for you, Cassidy."

He nodded slowly, truly looking invested. Then, in a beat as short as a breath but one that must've felt like minutes to you as you stood there unmovingly, he leaned forward. All you could do was blink as his handsome—ugh, handsome—face neared yours before tilting itself to the right, where he left a soft but lingering kiss on your downstage cheek.

Then he pulled away again, the distance between you maybe a few inches smaller than before, before finally whispering, "Anything."

That definitely was not in the script. Your eyes blinked in an alarm that surely was no longer in character, but James looked unbothered, something you were finding was his natural state of being.

You felt your mouth go slightly dry at the intensity behind his eyes as he looked at you, but the last thing you could do was look away now, so you stayed rooted in your place in front of James as you waited for your signal to break character. Waited and waited; you felt dizzy.

"Cut!"

Minerva immediately clapped, the casting directors doing the same, and you felt like you could finally breathe as you dropped James's hand that was still holding yours and turned away from him, not sparing the man a second glance for nervous reasons you couldn't place. Maybe it was because of the fact that the feeling of his stupid lips was still lingering on your cheek.

Your director's tone was neutral when she said, "Great job, you two," though you watched as she turned passionately toward the two casting directors and they began speaking in hushed tones.

You shook your leg subtly as you waited, an antsy habit that you couldn't identify the current cause of, and you felt James lean down next to you, something that sent a nauseating feeling of déjà vu through you.

"Don't worry," he whispered lowly, taking your mannerisms as a sign of distress. He noted that even when frowning you looked extremely pretty, though at his words you left his lips your frown only deepened. "You did great."

You turned to him in confusion and some offense, trying to keep your voice hushed as you asked, "Excuse me?"

He shrugged a shoulder, eyes flicking over your figure for a split second that you definitely noticed. "You just looked tense, is all."

You stared at him blankly, not knowing what he could possibly be implying. Was he saying your acting looked tense? That you didn't look sure of yourself? Like you weren't already the lead and that he was the one auditioning? 

You fought the urge to say that maybe you looked tense because he'd just kissed you on the cheek out of nowhere, and stayed defiantly silent. When you didn't say anything back he let his lips turn up into a lopsided smile that you were sure must work on all the ladies, almost a smirk, and he nudged you in the shoulder a bit like you were old friends. Who was this guy?

Whatever you thought he meant by the statement, you didn't get to say anything back, because Minerva had pulled away from her conversation and was staring expectantly at the two of you. You did your best to soften your expression away from offended and back to neutral.

"Well," she said, turning to the man beside you. "Thank you, James, for coming in."

"Thank you," he responded, tipping his head politely. Then he took a step forward and shook each of the casting director's hands, and you watched with a foul taste in your mouth as their lips visibly fought against fond smiles.

When he turned back around, he held his hand out to you as well, and you regarded it for a moment before shaking it like you did at the start of his audition, though this time it was definitely against your will. His hand was warm and smooth, like he hadn't worked a day in his life, and you hated the fact that you even noted how it felt at all.

Like he knew you didn't enjoy his presence, he smiled at you with something knowing shining in his eyes that you hated before he took his leave, the door to the room shutting behind him.

"That was ..." began Poppy, shaking her head slowly, "Perfect. Just perfect."

You couldn't help the way your lips parted almost exhasperatedly. "Really?" You hoped you hadn't revealed your surprise in your tone.

"Yes," Minerva responded instead, also seeming to be in awe. "Wow." She gestured with her hands exuberantly. "It was like I could see the show coming to life right in front of me."

"Not to mention the chemistry between you two." Poppy tipped her head at you, smirking as she fanned herself. "I mean, wow."

You bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything you'd regret. Your throat felt dry. If you heard one more 'wow' from any of their mouths in reference to James Potter again you thought you were going to lose it. You tried to keep the premonition out of your voice as you bravely asked, "So, do you think you're going to cast him?"

Minerva paused for a moment in thought before answering you. "I mean, he was the last actor we're considering for the role, and I think he was the best we've seen today." She looked between the two other casting directors who nodded agreeingly at her words. "But I'd like to know your thoughts."

You blinked at her. "My thoughts?"

"Well, yes," she answered plainly. "He's going to be playing your love interest. And I like to hear my actor's opinions."

You pursed your lips at her words, feeling flattered but also not knowing how you were feeling at the prospect of having to work with James all the time. Although, deep within you, something was nagging at you—something you absolutely did not like—and telling you your answer.

The truth was, the scene you acted out with James felt realer, had come to life more than it had with any of the other actors that day. Maybe it was because he'd taken such liberties with the role, sure, but regardless, he did a great job. The thought made you hate yourself when you finally took a breath in to speak.

"He ..." you began unsurely, and then sighed. "He was great. Really great."

"Perfect!" Minerva clapped her hands together again, and something in your stomach churned. "We'll make contact with him as soon as possible." Her eyes twinkled as she regarded you. "I can't wait to have you two leading South Bay. I have nothing but hope."

"And," Poppy added, "it'll be great for publicity having a Potter in our cast."

The two other directors at the table nodded and murmured in agreement, and you fought from sighing. You thought of the days you'd spend on set with James Potter, of all people, not only having to get along with him but connect with him, with someone who clearly thought they were above you, enough to reassure you when you had already gotten the lead role. And then you thought of what it would be like to release South Bay to the public, your first leading role, only for Potter's undeniably charming face to be the audience's main focus. It left a sour feeling in your mouth.

But it wasn't just that horrible premonition that annoyed you; you didn't know exactly what bugged you about him in particular but you knew it hadn't gone away with his formal handshake or well-practiced manners. In fact, that'd probably only worsened the feeling.

But there was nothing you could really do about it now. At least, not if you planned on keeping your job. You were a professional, you knew that. But that didn't mean it was going to be easy to maintain that title. You really did sigh then, and something rooted in your gut told you it was going to be a long year of shooting.

[hollowdeath]

some personal n s f w headcanons about harry <3

CW: fem!reader, mentions of rough/aggressive sex, breeding, & public sex

switch. literally the definition of a switch. some days he's completely stressed out and can't seem to catch a break so he takes it out on you. needy, sloppy, rushed kisses leading to aggressive groping and clothes coming off, sometimes ripped off, before roughly using you for his own pleasure. other days he's completely overwhelmed with his responsibilities and just needs to be taken care of. puppy dog eyes and shy gestures leading to soft kisses, breathy moans, and dry humping. harry begging "please, please touch me, need you so bad", whining, pleading, just so so needy and soft with you. loves when you're on top. secretly kinky: being choked, being tied up, anything to give you the control.

oral fixation. i mean, i think we can all agree that harry loves, and i mean loves, eating pussy. you might have to beg him to stop due to the overstimulation, otherwise he would be there for hours if you let him. from soft, firm kisses down your stomach to eager, loving bites on your thighs to full on making out with your pussy, he quite literally lives for the experience. and dont even get him started on face sitting...the way you look down at him and use his mouth for your own pleasure could easily send him over the edge multiple times.

breeding kink!!! this boy loves nothing more than the risk of finishing inside you, it just makes it that much more enjoyable. of course the physical sensation itself feels incredible on its own, but the intimacy it creates between the two of you is what makes it so, so hot. the trust you have in each other makes you only more attracted to the other. whether it's you begging for it or harry telling you to "take it, baby, you take me so well", its almost an unspoken agreement that it's the preferred way to finish things off for both of you. he loves stepping back and watching his cum spill out of you, though most of the time it feels so good he just stays inside of you until he catches his breath.

nudes. oh, how he cherishes his collection of dirty photos of you. like i've said before, i think harry would be really into film photography, and that would include taking photos of you in his favorite poses and positions, developing them, and keeping them in a safe place to look at when he misses you. he keeps his favorite one in his wallet; nothing too vulgar, just something sexy for when he needs a smile. sometimes he stops in the middle of foreplay and politely asks for your consent to get his camera and take a picture of you because, "you just look so lovely from right here". he'll spend the next few minutes taking photos, complimenting you between them as he gets all the right angles. "so, so beautiful. just like that. god, you're amazing."

voyeurism. not a lot of people would think harry is into public displays of affection because he's a bit shy and reserved around other people, but that only makes it more tempting for him. he's always trying to subtly touch you whenever he can get away with it. alone in an aisle of a store? he's already grabbing a handful of your ass. waiting for dinner in a crowded restaurant? his hand's halfway up your skirt. nobody's around in the forbidden forest? he's sure the creatures in there would love to see you put on a show for him. he just can't help himself sometimes, something about letting everyone know that you're his girl and that he isn't afraid of showing them really gets him going.

dirty talk. harry seems like the type of guy to talk you through it, if you know what i mean. he really takes pride in his ability to make you cum just from his words. he knows exactly what turns you on, whether its praise or degradation, and uses it to his advantage often. from "you look so pretty taking me so well, sweetheart" to "just take it like a good little slut" real quick. LOVES nicknames and titles in bed; absolutely loses his mind if you reply "yes, sir" to anything he says. again, he's a switch, so he loves when you take control and talk dirty with him too. he has a particularly soft spot for being praised because all he wants is to be a good boy for you.

[ask-elland-n-will]

"Here's a little something, while I prepare to open up my own shop. I'll call it Wolf's Bane, just so you know

Doris Hecat"

Rosey, Doris' personal owl, sets a small package with flowers, healing herbs or oils, carefully packaged Turkish Delight, and a poem about fireworks in the night sky (that she definitely didn't beg Roy to write for her...) close to Elland.

[Buckle up, it's a long one cause I made an Elland/Will drabble instead of just a reply]

Dear Doris, I didn't know you decided to open your own shop, this is great news! I am sure Wolf's Bane will have plenty of customers in no time, I'll tell a few of my friends about it, too. We all study together, after all, I know they would like to support you! I can already see Will bothering you for some soothing lavender.

Elland looked up at what Doris' owl had brought him and gasped. Oh, she didn't have to spoil him so! He popped one of the sweets into his mouth, hummed happily, and passed Rosey some owl treats he had on hand.

"Hey, Will, Doris is opening her own shop soon," he turned to the Slytherin who was sketching something in his notebook. Will hastily covered up the drawing and Elland rolled his eyes: must be another one of Elland's profiles. As if Will didn't know how to draw his face by heart already.

"Oh, is she? Does it have anything to do with plants by any chance?"

Elland nodded. Will flipped the page of his notebook and cleared his throat. "It would be nice to have somebody we know to do business with. Imagine all the fresh lavender I can use for Nosy's soap treats!"

"I said something along those lines, too," Elland laughed. He searched around the study room and levitated a small vase to their table. An Aguamenti later, the flowers stood proudly on the table.

"I don't suppose you'd like to gift those to me?" chirped William, suddenly by his side.

"Oh William, there's not a single flower in the world that can compare to your beauty."

Will blinked at Elland. It didn't take long for his face to turn bright pink. "That's not what I asked!"

"But look at you, blooming like a pretty red rose!"

"Elland!"

The Slytherin didn't have enough huffing in him to express how he felt at those compliments coming from Elland, and Elland just laughed, slapping the table lightly in the middle of a long wheeze.

"You can have them," he finally said when Will made a move to get up from the table. Elland wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him in place in half a hug, feeling the warmth radiating from Will, and it worked like a charm. Will relaxed against him, reluctantly at first, but then he hugged Elland back, not looking at his face.

"You have a letter to finish."

"Shush. Just sit still for a moment," Elland replied and went on to read the poem, knowing full well that Will gets as disarmed by his hugs as Nosy does by his belly rubs.

The handwriting of the poem was a little different from that of Doris, and Elland thought about asking Will to reference his archives. But again, Will felt so soft and snuggly next to him that he decided against it. There will be time. Elland reached for the quill.

The poem you sent me is wonderful, please make sure to pass on my regards to the poet: I appreciate the [a paragraph or two gets dedicated to the way the poem flows, to the imagery evoked by careful choice of words, and the melodic nature of the written piece of art.] Thank you for the herbs and oils, and how did you know I like Turkish Delight? It's hard to find it in quality such as you found; the last time I had something this good was on the actual trip to Turkey for my father's business. I am so glad wizards have a much easier time transporting goods than muggles do.

"Turkish delight? Where?" Will chimed in, clearly having read everything Elland had written. The sweets being closer to Elland, the Hufflepuff reached out to grab one and bring it to hover by Will's face.

"Open up."

"Merlin, Elland, we're in public."

"We are not doing anything indecent, they won't think much of it. It's not like we are dating."

Will made a strange noise in the back of his throat and tensed up. Elland frowned and disengaged from Will a bit to look him in the eyes. Will was nervously smiling for some reason, his face still in red blotches from the blush.

"You'll give people the wrong idea," Will finally said quietly.

"And what of it? You act as if we wouldn't look good together," Elland tried to get a laugh out of Will but ended up hearing more nervous huffing.

Will was always so strange about those topics. One moment he would go into details about his kissing experiences, throw pick-up lines at Elland, or discuss theories he read on, erm, doing other activities. But then when Elland joked back about it, Will turned into a flushing mess. Elland wished he could understand him better. If only Will spoke up about what it all means!

"Well," Will finally said and nodded to the powdered sweet still between Elland's fingers. "Prove me we can dazzle them then."

The air between them suddenly became thicker as Elland hesitantly brought his fingers to Will's slightly parted lips. The Hufflepuff wasn't sure what to make of the look Will was giving him, with half-lidded eyes looking directly into Elland's as the boy leaned in the rest of the way to take the Turkish candy in. Elland felt Will's bottom lip drag along Elland's finger on accident, and Elland had so swallow at how slowly Will pulled away from him, the offering disappearing behind Will's closed lips.

"Now who's a blushing rose, huh?" Will whispered after having taken care of the confection.

"You," Elland didn't miss a heartbeat with that reply. Was he blushin, too? He didn't even realise. Will looked down at Elland's fingers and licked his lips.

"You still have some..."

"Oh."

Elland brought up his fingers to lick off the remaining powder, and he could've sworn that Will made a strangled noise, closing his eyes and covering his mouth.

"Elland."

"Yes?"

"You're a dumbass."

"Wait, what?"

Will disentangled himself from Elland's arm which was still holding him, and sat on the opposite side of the table from him, moving his books and burying himself behind them.

"What did I do!" Elland questioned in desperation, missing the warmth by his side already. There was no reply.

Elland looks at his fingers in frustration. If he didn't like the dessert, he should've said so! Or did Elland not play along well enough? They probably looked very convincing, didn't they? Wasn't that the goal?

With Will in this mood, good luck getting any straight answers out of him for a while. Elland sighed and reached for his quill again to finish writing the letter.

Please, let me know if you need any help with the opening. Anything from welcoming people to playing some music in the background! I think Will won't be opposed to designing some flyers for you either. Consider it our thank you for the flowers and sweets! With appreciation, Elland de Strontium P.S. Oh, be on the lookout for my owl in a couple of days: I'll make sure to send you some sweets that my family orders from the East. Perhaps some of it will be to your liking!

[uhhlifeig]

Spirit - October 20 - word count: 417 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin stood onstage, arms crossed and looking every bit like the grumpy old man he was playing.

“Alright, let’s go over the Christmas Present scene again,” McGonagall called from the back of the room, her voice echoing through the empty theater. “Sirius, can you try and stay on script this time?”

Sirius grinned widely. “Of course. I’ve got it this time. No problem.”

Remus shot him a sideways glance. The noiret had said the same thing the last three times.

They reset, Remus as Scrooge, and Sirius as the Spirit of Christmas Present. The rest of the cast lingered near the stage wings, waiting for their cues- or, more accurately, waiting for Sirius to improvise the scene for the fourth time.

“And… begin!” McGonagall called from her seat.

Sirius stepped forward. “COME, EBENEZER SCROOGE! Come and… uhh, come and party with me. I am the Ghost of Christmas Present- uhh, look upon me and weep?”

Remus sighed. “You’re kidding me. Sirius, your line is ‘Come and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present! Look upon me. You have never seen the likes of me before?’’”

Sirius snapped his fingers. “Right! Right. Got it.”

From the wings, James, lounging casually on a folding chair from their last production, chuckled. “How come Remus knows your lines better than you do, Pads? Seems kinda counter-intuitive, if you ask me.”

The rest of the cast stifled their laughter, but Remus pressed on. 

“Never,” he continued, ignoring Sirius’s grin.

Sirius beamed, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s where you’re wrong, Ebenezer. You… uh… you’ve never… known my brethren… better?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “It’s ‘Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family?’”

Sirius snapped his fingers again. “Yes! That’s the one! ‘Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family?’”

Remus sighed. “I am afraid I have not. Have you many brothers, spirit?”

Sirius stepped closer. “I have…uh…one. And, er this is… uh…” He glanced around the stage, looking for inspiration. “This is a very nice table we’ve got here.”

James nearly fell off his chair, roaring with laughter. “He’s really nailing it this time.”

Marlene, sitting next to him, shook her head, her face lit up with amusement. “This is gold.”

Remus suddenly had the urge to slam his head into a wall. “Sirius. Please. It’s more than 1800.”

Sirius blinked, as if remembering something important. “Ah, yes! More than 1800! Right! I knew that.”

This rehearsal was going to last forever.

(lines from A Christmas Carol, adapted by Ed Monk)

[moonyand-co]

James: What… sort of questions…?

???: you’ll see ;)

[sapphic-saints]

Intro Post!

Hey y'all, it's DORCAS!!

If you haven't heard of me: I'm Dorcas Meadowes, the guitarist/backup vocalist for Pantheon. I play electric and acoustic guitar. If you've got any questions about our band, hit me up!

I am:

➣ 18 years old

➣ proudly lesbian

➣ a demi-girl (she/they)

➣ African-American

A little about my URL (sapphic-saints):

The saints part is because my namesake is a Christian saint. I grew up Catholic, and was named after Dorcas/Tabitha, a disciple of Jesus and the patron saint of seamstresses and tailors. During her life, she sewed clothing for those in need. When she died, the village widows showed Saint Peter some of the clothes she'd made as evidence of her charity, and he reincarnated her as a saint.

The sapphic part is for two reasons; one is because I'm a lesbian and thought it would be funny, but the other is a nod to Sappho, the Greek poet. Sappho was a bisexual woman who lived on the island of Lesbos between 630 BCE and 570 BCE. (The word sapphic comes from her name.) Dorcas means gazelle in Greek, which is why I chose a Greek poet as part of my URL.

My bandmates/bffs:

@astronomic-nerd Reggie <3 <3 the only sane person in our band

@bat-barty-junior Barty, my favourite sleep paralysis demon

@roses-n-bones Evan, probably a psychopath (but who cares??)

@panda-sometimes-preforms Pandora <3 <3 they are an angel who has never ever ever set any studios on fire ;)

Other people:

@jamie-and-co James Potter

@im-not-joking Sirius Black

@remus-moony-lupin Remus Lupin

@petey-p Peter Pettigrew

@notyouraverage-mary Mary Macdonald

@marls-boros-bitch Marlene McKinnon (ugh)

This is a Marauders roleplay blog. If you're racist, misogynist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. then you'd probably hate me irl, so get out! If you're not, feel free to interact – I love to chat <3

Oh, and if you're also part of this roleplay and you want to post a photo your character 'took' of Dorcas – no problem, just use a photo of Marsai Martin. She's my favourite fancast, I can't see anybody else as Dorcas <3

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[cookihearts]

Stopppppp why does he look like an EYEBROW HAIR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[lizbethlupin]

[hqmemento-mori]

✩ VOLDEMORT HAS FALLEN !

... on Halloween, 2024, the boy who lived, NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, has survived the killing curse. Protected by his mother and father's love, true evil has been banished from society as the fragile lingering fragments of the hollow soul of Lord Voldemort were shattered into dust. The husk of the man himself has disappeared, merging finally with the darkness he had become over the course of his wretched life. Unfortunately he was not the only casualty of this senseless attack ... FRANK & ALICE LONGBOTTOM were found deceased at the scene by first Order of the Phoenix responders Alastor Moody, Gideon Prewett & Lily Evans. They are now tirelessly trying to understand why this family was targeted. Could it have been a prophecy? The world is currently torn. Some are simultaneously feeling the pain of losing their friends & the relief that the Death Eaters no longer have a commander - there is no denying that hope for a brighter future is hand in hand with grief. Others are afraid of the direction society is going to head toward with the figurehead of one side of a war being suddenly taken down - will chaos dominate? Will someone even worse take his place? Will anyone be held accountable for the crimes they committed in his name, or do the seeds of Ministry corruption that Voldemort planted run so deep that not even his death is enough to help justice prevail?

this server is a *modern* marauder era au. the prompt: what if the longbottoms were targeted instead of the potters? our goal is to keep the server casual enough for older writers to keep up with but still have some fun twists & events sprinkled in along the way! Anti-JKR, 21+ & discord based. <- Join here. Most Wanted: PETER PETTIGREW, DEATH EATER MUSES; Lucius Malfoy, Agustus Rookwood, Amycus Carrow, Bellatrix Black, Dorcas Meadowes, Amelia & Edgar Bones, Edward "Ted" Tonks, Fabian & Molly Prewett, Rabastan & Rodolphus Lestrange, & So many more!!

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Overture - Remus Lupin

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Phantom of the Opera

☆ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☆ 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒 ☆

summary: you make your appearance at remus's 'Into the Woods' debut — something that doesn't go unnoticed by the press. can be read as a standalone too.wc: 0.8k+

BREAKING NEWS

Musical Theatre royalty Y/N Black was spotted at the Emrys Merlin Theatre to watch ‘Into the Woods’ on the same night Remus Lupin made his Charing Cross debut as Rapunzel’s Prince. Coincidence? Well, fans don’t think so. According to an anonymous source, Black and Lupin were seen holding hands around London and signing what we presume to be audition sheets. Could the world renowned actress have helped the previously unheard of wizard make his performance debut?

Well, if so, people aren’t complaining, because according to professional reviews, Lupin has had the best portrayal of the Prince on live theatre so far! Whilst this is only the beginning of his run, we cannot wait to see what he does next!

The newspaper folds backwards and Orion Black hums attentively, putting the paper down to take another sip of his coffee. He puts away the newspaper, somewhere Walburga won’t find it, and crosses a leg over the other as he readjusts his glasses. Orion was never picky about the terms of your marriage; he only did it to please his awfully terrifying wife. Luckily for you, he was able to bribe your mother into giving you an ultimatum that wouldn’t guide you directly into your cast mate’s arms. If you found a husband other than Lewis who you were happy to marry, Orion would support you every step down the aisle.

He wonders if the rumours are true, if he should embrace the gossip and believe you’ve found yourself a husband, or if he should ignore this new piece of information.

It was true.

You’d watched Remus’s debut with eager eyes, a smile never breaking away from your face whenever he was on stage. Into the Woods was always painful to sit through, but knowing Remus would make his way on stage at any time was enough for you to ride out the entire show. You knew for a fact you cheered the loudest after his song, more so during the bows, and caught his eyes as they searched the crowd for a familiar face.

You waited until the theatre was practically empty before trotting down the hallways marked boldly with signs that said ‘STAFF ONLY’ but who would tell you anything? The stage manager waved at you as you ran past her, and you made your way up the last flight of stairs leading to Remus’s dressing room before knocking on the open door, sticking your head in with a dopey smile. Remus gasped, crying out a surprised “Darling!” at the sight of you in his doorway while his dressing room mates stood with their jaws to the floor.

You threw yourself into Remus’s arms, strewing a hand through his hair as he dug his face in the crook of your neck. “You were amazing, Rem.” You whispered, and Remus placed a kiss to the soft skin of your neck. You could feel his smile against your skin, and you pulled away from the hug to see his smile in real time, cupping his cheeks. “That was one hell of an overture, right?” Remus nodded at your words with an amused scoff, and suddenly, as though remembering something, he started looking around his dressing station.

He dug his hand into the pocket of his coat, hung on the wall, before turning to you once more with a small case in his hand. “Uh, I know we’re already, like, official, but I wanted to make things special for us.” Remus knelt on one knee in front of you and you gasped sharply as he opened the velvety box, revealing a beautiful ring. Your eyebrows furrowed and you felt tears gather in your eyes.

“Would you marry me? I know it’s not much but - mphm!” Remus was cut off by the force of your lips pressing against his. One of his hands came up to rest on your waist but you were pulling back from the kiss before he could return it. “Oh Remus.” You murmured with adoration. Remus stood up, wrapping his free arm around you in a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know this has been fast,” He started with a whisper, “But I’ve genuinely never been so in love with someone.”

You looked up at Remus, wiping away your silent tears with one hand before pressing yourself on your tippy toes to chastely kiss Remus again. “I can say the same thing on my part.” Remus removed his hold from you so he could remove the ring from it’s place in the box, smoothly sliding it onto your ring finger. “I love you, Mr. Lupin.” You mumbled affectionately, before patting him on the chest and saying at a moderate volume. “Now get out of your costume so we can go home! I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

The actors in the room stood with stunned expressions, eyes following you as you exited the dressing room. You hummed as you descended the stairs; you’d definitely have to tell your parents about your new arrangement before the news reached them first.

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