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[potentialbreakupscng]

just a little over a week and she could have him entirely. she could have him in every possible way that she craved him. they had all the time in the world with the war being over. maybe have a real ceremony -- celebrate their love. she wanted everything and more with him -- though she wasn't sure what more she could get from him. she couldn't wait to see what the rest of their lives had in store for them.

the noises that fell past her parted lips only got louder the more enthusiastically his tongue moved. her fingers dug even more into his hair and her entire body twitched as she felt the pressure continuing to build in the pit of her stomach. her nails scraped against his scalp, hips bucking down against his face. it wasn't long before before his name bounced off the walls and echoed through the room -- thankful for his grip as her knee buckled with the sheer force of her climax.

dora's breath came out in soft pants, taking a moment to gather herself up and trust that her legs weren't going to give out on her. she released her grip on the bar to move behind her to shut off the water before it got too cold -- knowing that at they'd at least gotten all the grime off of them -- and then slid her leg off of his shoulder while she tugged on his hair.

"fucking hell, is there anything you aren't good at?" she breathed with a laugh. her chest still heaved while she attempted to catch her breath, looking down at him, "waters too cold for me to return the favour here. let's dry off and get to bed, yeah?" there was absolutely no way she was going to allow him to get her off and not return the favor. she enjoyed it just as much as he did.

fuck . the way she whined . it was the best thing that he had ever heard . the way she craved him . wanted him . whined only for him . it made remus hard . but his focus remained SOLELY on dora , who was beginning to quiver under his hold . thumb still grazing across her nipple && then her hands running through his hair , remus waited PATIENTLY , still brushing his mouth up against her pussy && into her so deeply that he could feel every curve && every muscle contract under him .

her praising him TIPPED him into overdrive , wanting to satisfy her more && more . don't stop . keep going . she was close . oh fuck . she was close .

keeping her steady , remus ensured that she was pinned to him so she wouldn't fall , the hand that wasn't currently massaging her breast , on her hip to keep her steady . the way she moved told remus all he needed to know . she was CLOSE to cumming . && that kept him going . kissing && tongue fucking her . his mouth moved across her cunt , finding her clit again with his lips && touching it , kissing it && sucking at it . feeling every movement of her underneath his hold . head dipping deeper && deeper between her legs , wanting to taste his reward .

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"I must be getting predictable." Harry grumbled, but there was a look of relief in his eyes when he laid eyes on Lupin. "Or did Hermione tell you where to find me?" It's an attempt at a joke, but really Harry's heart just isn't in it. He watches as his former teacher sits down.

"I don't even know what to say. I don't know what I feel, but everyone keeps telling me that's okay and...Maybe that should comfort me but I somehow find that just as irritating." It doesn't make sense." It felt like a lifetime of grieving at this point.

"It's all just a jumbled...mess that I don't know if I want to sort out anymore."

[anthomaniacs]

narcissa malfoy never thought that she would return to hogwarts. in the aftermath of the war, she could still feel her soul hanging on a breath, her mind latching every exit, every entry. when she'd felt harry potter's heartbeat thrum beneath her touch, only one name had brightened, flared, shone silver: draco.

very rarely did narcissa leave the safety of malfoy manor these days. she busied herself with the common irrelevancies of everyday life, its little sinuous worries that were all too easy to fix, as if some thread of connection had been cut between herself and the rest of the world. alone, feverish, drawn in to herself, and with a heaviness like waking sleep upon her, narcissa immersed herself in tasks of no great importance and counted the passage of time only through the letters that her son sent her every week.

but for the sake of draco, narcissa knew she needed to rebuild the malfoy reputation from the ground up. if she didn't return to the sunlight now, she might forget how. and it was almost pleasant — this autumn air on her face, this cold that bit her to the bone — if she just tried hard enough to forget about the way people looked at her now, as if she deserved a death sentence.

it was nearing dusk on a sunday, and the number of visitors was slowly trickling down. she hardly knew where to go — all this was so foreign to her. as a girl, narcissa had come to the three broomsticks every weekend with bella — and andy, too, at first, but she'd gone and married a mudblood. perhaps it was sentimentality, but narcissa soon found herself at a table in the pub, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the rim of a goblet of mulled wine. the three broomsticks hadn't changed much, though it seemed smaller now, less alive.

when the door creaked open, narcissa's gaze swept sharply up, her pulse quickening despite herself. the breeze carried with it a faint smell of damp leaves, and there was a subtle shift in the air. standing in the doorway, shaking off the chill, was a man she hadn't seen in years. lupin looked older now, and thinner, the lines on his face etched deeper than she remembered. he had been draco's defense against the dark arts professor in third year. yes, she remembered. a werewolf.

narcissa's first instinct was to shrink further into her hood, but it was too late. her gaze met his in an almost dreamlike moment, and she realized with a sinking cold that he had recognized her. her fingers tightened imperceptibly around the goblet of wine, and she held his gaze for a fraction longer than she intended — whatever had happened in the war, she was still a malfoy, and her pride had not yet been eroded so completely.

"mr. lupin." she said when he approached her table, her voice carefully measured, as though addressing an old acquaintance at a social gathering rather than a man who had every reason to despise her. narcissa inclined her head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment that did not extend to invitation. "such a pleasure to see you. what brings you here? surely not nostalgia."

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"IT'S NO USE! I'm never going to get it!"

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Blood. She smelt it from miles away. It was a cent she rarely smelt. Concern, she rushed to see where it had come from. Immediately, she looked concern as she saw the man, and her heart sank upon seeing the hint of red coming from his shirt. (She was taken aback that humans bled in red, not white like herself) But hearing that slight cheerfulness in his voice was a surprise. How could someone be cheerful when they're injured? Humans were strange.

Her hand reached inside her white shoulder bag, searching around until her hand felt something soft. Slowly, she would pull out a gauze. It was white, yet had a soft glow. A special medicated gauze to help with injuries. It was somewhat strong, but it was enough to at least numb the pain. "Here. This...can help." She would say, slowly handing it to him, weakly she smiled.

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He didn't want to be doing this. If only Dumbledore had listened to him when he expressed his regards about taking Lupin on as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, instead giving Severus the role himself, then they wouldn't have to be going through this. Severus wouldn't have to add another worry to his list about remembering to gather all the ingredients and brew the Wolfsbane potion at the correct times so there wouldn't be an incident.

But no. Even when Severus had gone to the headmaster, telling him his suspicions that Lupin might be helping Sirius Black enter the castle, it was once again ignored. So here he was, showing up to Lupin's office, holding the Wolfsbane potion in hand, following orders.

The Potions Master placed it on the desk, eyes carefully watching him. ❝ Here. Now, it is of the upmost importance you remember to take this each day for a week preceding the full moon. Missing one dose alone is enough to cause it to not work correctly. Is that clear? ❞

[luminescenc1e]

It was almost laughable, though Severus doubted Lupin would view the situation in the same way. The werewolf would hardly appreciate the grim irony that his suffering, at the very least, had revealed what the potion was still lacking. Perfecting it remained yet another tiresome obligation, one more task Dumbledore had so casually thrust upon his shoulders. As though his days were not already filled to the brim with demands and distractions.

With a curt flick of his wand, he lifted Lupin’s sweat-drenched form from the sagging, decrepit chair where he had slumped. The man floated awkwardly in midair, a pitiful sight Severus regarded with cold detachment. The adjoining bedroom seemed the most practical place to deposit him, though the risk of further mess was not lost on him. Still, he supposed it hardly mattered. Lupin, were their roles reversed, would surely not extend the same care.

He sighed as the door to the bedroom creaked open, gently, almost in spite of himself, he placed Lupin on the rumpled bed. From a nearby shelf, he retrieved two potions. Tilting the other head with practiced precision, he administered the blood-replenishing draught first, letting it trickle drop by drop, followed by the Pepperup potion to ease the fever and nausea. A simple solution for a wretched predicament.

With the immediate tasks completed, there was little else to do but wait. Dragging a chair to the window and settled himself with a stack of essays from his third-year students. Predictably, their work was a testament to mediocrity and carelessness—a collection of half-formed ideas and avoidable errors. He would finish the rest over the weekend, a weekend he had intended to spend on his own pursuits.

Instead, he found himself here, tending to a man who had once taken such pleasure in tormenting him, or idly standing by and witnessing his torment - it didn't much matter. The bitter irony of the situation was not lost on Severus, though he lacked the energy to find it amusing.

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[littlehxwls]

"You good? You look a little pale."

He let out the smallest whimper as the other asked him the question. Was he good? He wasn't sure. He certainly felt warmer than usual, in a way that he couldn't seem to control. His muscles ached, and he couldn't deny that he was lightheaded. What was wrong, though, he wouldn't be able to tell.

"I... don't know..." he decided to answer honestly.

[maxmoffs]

pps. im so excited to write with @lupiinee . and the hp universe. I obvs wanna add but honestly wanna develop Wanda in it, she just fits perfectly and tbh???? marauders era?? actually fitting for her

[wizaerdings]

@lupiinee asked: "You good? You look a little pale." (For Harry)

❛   I'm  fine.   ❜   Except  he's  lying  through  his  teeth,  quite  poorly  at  that.  It's  his  head,  it's  always  his  head  throbbing  after  a  nightmare  (  he  remembers  all  of  them  usually  but  this  one  evaded  him  and  only  seemed  to  make  the  throbbing  in  his  head  seem  worst  ).  It's  late,  all  of  Grimmauld  is  quiet  so  that's  really  how  he  knows  just  how  late  it  is  and  yet,  the  one  asking  him  if  he's  alright  is  awake  as  well.  He  has  to  wonder  if  he  really  looks  as  pale  as  Remus  says  he  does  but  doesn't  even  bother  to  ask,  he  probably  very  much  does  look  quite  pale  as  nightmares  seemed  to  drain  all  the  life  right  out  of  him.

❛   Why  are  you  awake  at  this  hour   ?   Whatever  hour  it  is  for  that  matter   .  .  .   ❜   There  he  goes  trying  to  change  the  subject  off  of  his  well - being  and  onto  someone  else  as  soon  as  he  possibly  can.

[potentialbreakupscng]

just one week. that was all she asked. a week where she could be with her family and not having to deal with the world after the war. her world after the war, was lounging around with her husband and their son. they didn't get a chance for a honeymoon or to really be a couple. she didn't mind that their wedding was small or rushed -- or any of those things. she just wanted a moment without having to clean up the chaos that happens after a war. she was exhausted, but she could hear moody's voice in the back of her head telling her that it was her job -- that was what she signed up to do.

a sigh fell past her lips when she felt his arms around her waist, turning around and squeaking at the way he lifted her off the ground. her arms circle around his neck, fingers combing through the hair on the back of his head as her eyes narrow slightly. "or we tell kingsley to fuck off and stay home." though he wasn't just kingsley anymore. he was the minister of magic. a friend, she still considered. he was campaigning hard to overturn the anti-werewolf legislation that umbridge had put in -- and various other things but that was the main one on her radar.

for obvious reasons.

a pout formed on her lips - taking a moment to examine him and seeing that he walked just fine before deciding to practically climb up onto him. her legs wound around him, keeping her arms draped around his neck and swirling some of his greying locks around her finger. "oh, love," she breathed, a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips, "the things i'd like to do pantless and braless would take longer than just a few minutes." she quirked an eyebrow at him as her fingers gave his hair a gentle tug -- her teeth sinking into her lower lip as her dark eyes move along his face before leaning in to place a gentle kiss against his lips. it had been a struggle to get here -- happy, in love and together. but so worth it.

a sigh escaped her as she allowed her feet to touch the ground once more -- relenting to the fact that she had to actually do a job and not just ravish her husband and cuddle their son. she moved around their room again, grabbing her ripped jeans and pulling them on. "is he coming here or are we meeting him at the ministry? we'll have to get teddy ready, too, if we're going to the ministry."

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[thechosengryffindor]

Send ✢ to discover that my muse has been hiding an injury. from @lupiinee

Harry was one step away from wearing goddamn gloves if he couldn't figure out a way to hide the... scar on his hand. The scar that he had just scratched to the point of bleeding; he hadn't told... anyone yet and truthfully he didn't want anyone to know.

But he couldn't find a way to hide it that didnt look... obvious.

The young man was so lost in his thoughts that he forgot to hide the bloody rag covering his scarred hand and frowned as he almost ran into Lupin "Prof- Remus..." he trailed off, "I was just uh, I just had to get out of there is all." He'd been stressed, causing him to scratch at the wound. "I'm gonna go back to my room now..."

[rejectory]

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Twenty years too late, he’d rather think. Time— is a perfect circle. Though, of course, to Lupin, its waxing and waning must be a torturous guarantee. How deserved.

And uncomplex. Such a being as Lupin requires no Legilimency to divine the punishment—without protest on its part—fits the crime. One of affiliation, in this case. Inaction.

Quite the Gryffindor trait.

❝Murmurs of a Defence Against the Dark Arts class being cancelled at the last minute... four. Days ago.❞

Curious, should he count. On the fifteenth, was it? The moon is now in recession. That would mean...

[marblecarved]

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prompt: send a “ ⭐ ” and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

hello, Peter ! ♡ here are a couple of muses I'd like to throw at you !

Aurora, during their time at school together and especially after, while she is teaching Astronomy at Hogwarts. Horace. Mary ( of course ! I love their interactions so much ! ) during their time at school together and after; In her secondary verse she is a Healer at St. Mungo's and she also rejoins the Order, resuming her former defensive role. Minerva. Tonks.

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@lupiinee | cont.

Why were winters so cold? Phoebe loved winter; playing in the snow, skating, and admiring how beautiful the world looked under a blanket of whiteness. But experiencing the coldness - she did not enjoy. Even when she had to walk home from school. Why couldn't she take the bus? Her parents thought she needed the exercise, and assured her the distance was not long. It usually was not, but when it gets very cold - the distance becomes difficult for walking.

You would think being dressed in a winter coat, a hat and mittens would warm her up. Sadly, no.

Phoebe had walked past Remus and stopped in the middle of her tracks. The sight of him broke her heart. He was practically freezing to death. Phoebe was warm; wanting to help those in need. She felt bad that all she could do was offer her mittens. She was happy that he accepted them.

The blonde would smile, looking behind her then back at him. "Do you like hot chocolate? Or tea? I have some at home, it could warm you up..." Phoebe would not forgive herself if she walked away now. She needed to be sure this man will be alright. She did not want him to get sick or possibly die due to her negligence.

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@lupiinee continued from HERE!

It was always a joy to see Remus. And it was something that hadn't changed, even as Lily had come to learn his secret. None of it mattered to her. At the end of the day, no matter what, Remus would always be Remus--- her dear friend, and also someone who was like family to her.

Once they made their way inside, she was quick to make her way towards the kitchen, grabbing some tea for them. ❝ It's no problem. I was already up. James on the other hand is out like a light. Would you like some tea? Do you want to talk about it? ❞

Lily was trying her best not to fret over him. He could handle himself. But it was in her nature to care deeply for her friends. ❝ Don't worry, you aren't taking up space, Remus. You're family. ❞