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@lupiinee

Remus: I’m sad.

Tonks: I have emotional jumper cables. Here, I’ll boost you. 

*Tonks wraps her arms around Remus*

Remus: This is just a hug…

Tonks: Yeah, but is it working?

Remus: Yes.

[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."

@lupiinee x

[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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[thechosengryffindor]

"We've got to get you out of here." from @lupiinee

Send, "We've got to get you out of here." for sender to find receiver bleeding out.

"No!" The protest comes out quickly, "I'm fine." But he could feel the blood in his shirt, " I wasn't the only one attacked, we gotta find them first." But his brain felt foggy, where were they?

He had distinct memories of hearing someone shout a spell at him. Had he been attacked? "Is..." he grunted as he tried to get to his feet, but his body wouldn't cooperate. What had hit him? "Go, get everyone else out first...Please." His hands were red, was that his blood?

Oh Merlin.

[wotchertxnks]

she couldn't help but let out a laugh when he pulled her in once more, her arms her arms circling her arms around his neck and linking her hands together behind his head. "you make an incredible argument, mister lupin," she replied, a shiver running through her as his lips move along her skin. instinctually, her head tipped to the side to expose more of the neck he decided to place kisses upon. she only lifted her head to look at him and she raised her eyebrow when . she saw him deflate. "see, no. this is when you continue to act cute and kiss my neck and convince me to stay. be the irresponsible husband." not that she really needed much convincing. her fingers combed through his locks and she gave them a tentative tug. "try again."

@lupiinee ↝ x

[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."

@lupiinee

[dustoire]

“ ah , yes , i do have quite the sweet tooth . ” an eyebrow perches on viktor's face , lips flickering into a smirk before he drops his head and , almost reluctantly , moves towards the offered seat . perhaps he ought to pay more attention to the changes in who he converses with . “ please , forgive me . severus is . . . a complicated conversationalist , i've noticed . ”

a silent nod as a thank you for the seat , and he sits . “ it is well , yes . and yours ? i have to assume your lessons are far more interesting to the students than mine . ” he takes a moment , jokingly scoffing to himself . “ mathematics in magic . i am shocked to have students at all . ”

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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? ❞

[mudblccd]

𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 , it was one of her favourite lessons as a student ( a love that's surpassed well into adulthood ) ; there was a morbid curiosity that's ever present with the subject . once upon a time , the notion of dark arts utterly terrified her , how could it not ? after all , hearing that there was a spell to instantly kill you , or control your every move , was more grounds for concern than interest . but the more she learned , the defences , understanding what each spell is , the emotion needed to put them in action . it was a slippery slope of grabbing whichever books she could about it , sneaking into the restricted section with the help of friends to embrace how dark the light seemed to get , a little addiction buried in the back of head that can never be snuffed out until she learned every little thing that lingered in the shadows . then there was the creatures aspect of dark arts , settling right alongside her love for all magical beings . . . that was until the acromantula was brought up in class one day back in her student days - ( GIANT SPIDER . . . CAPABLE OF SPEECH . . . TASTE FOR HUMAN FLESH . . . ) peyton remembers little , just the distant comment of ' pey has gone pretty pale ' only to wake up to an empty classroom a little while later , if she's being honest , peyton is still rather squeamish at the mere mention of them when brought up in conversation .

it's because of this hate turned love for the subject she's stood before professor lupin , a dimpled smile dawning features , palm held out straight forward towards him in a rather over enthusiastic greeting , she always enjoyed meeting new teachers , even if for two years running the staff that dumbledore hired are . . . incredibly questionable at best . ❛ it's wonderful to meet you , professor lupin ⎯⎯⎯⎯ my names peyton palmer . i got sent your way just to see if you needed any assistance setting up class . . . if not , i can give you the heads up on which students to look out for to be of some use . ❜

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 : 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 . @lupiinee ​​​​​ / REMUS &. PEYTON .

[marblecarved]

@lupiinee sent a letter to minerva mcgonagall: ‘‘ i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there. ’’

prompt: feeling safe and expressing comfort.

Turning at the sound of Remus' voice, Minerva answers with an: ❝ of course, ❞ accompanied by a smile which, though small, is no less relieved at seeing him again. ❝ I'm glad I arrived just in time, ❞ if she did not, if she was even one second too late…

Not wanting to entertain the thought further, not even in its vagueness, Minerva shakes her head in a brief, sharp movement, as though to dismiss it, and then lowers her wand. She doesn't tuck it away in her sleeve just yet, however; One can never be too cautious, after all, and so she keeps it at her side in a firm grip. It is here that she looks at him - truly looks at him, flickering her gaze from head, to toe, and back again. ❝ How are you, Remus ? ❞ she asks him then. ❝ You are not injured, I hope ? ❞

[potentialbreakupscng]

❗❗❗  for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine. - @lupiinee

since her confession, and him leaving -- she'd been tense. her hair had never returned to the bright pink it had been before. her patronus had surprised her -- she didn't realize they could change. she tried so hard to get it back to the jackrabbit it had been before. she didn't need the painful reminder that remus didn't want her. or refused to want her.

she was surprised he showed up when bill was attacked -- she knew the tension between them was evident. everyone knew what happened. why remus had been gone for so long. tonks knew shouldn't have said anything. she should have kept her mouth shut. one of her best friends had been attacked, and thankfully was still alive. his fiancee was worried about him, and even she got peeved at molly for suggesting that fleur would have felt any different for her fiancée. of course she wouldn't feel any different. she loved him. him getting bitten meant nothing to fleur.

it meant nothing to her either.

the only thing she regretted was the outburst there -- she shouldn't have made it about herself. it was about bill. her friend. one of the few true friends she actually had. she felt awful for turning it into the situation between her and remus -- it should have been about bill and him alone. and dumbledore. fuck. how -- could she let herself get so wrapped up in all of this love shit when there was so many other things that needed their attention? they had days to plan a funeral and get dumbledore buried. they had to frantically figure out... what was next. tonks decided to stay at hogwarts, teasing bill when he finally woke up and muttering to him about how she was so close to stealing his hot fiancee -- joking even when her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. she went with him back to the burrow.

and avoided remus at all costs.

it was late. everyone in the house was sleeping. well, mostly everyone. molly was still trying to force tonks to eat -- she hadn't been eating very well or very often because she hadn't had an appetite. she really only picked at whatever food they gave her. the tips of her fingers were destroyed. wrapped and bandaged up by pomphrey in the hospital wing earlier -- saying she needed to give them at least the evening to recover. even the bandages had been picked at, which moly had to swat her hands a few times -- even attempted to teach her how to knit to keep her hands busy -- but even then she couldn't get the handle on. her lower lip was next, and she stared into the fire as she curled up on the large sofa. a shell of herself really.

she glanced up when she heard arthur make molly stop bothering her and go up to their own rooms. leaving just her and remus alone in the living room. the last time they were left alone was the last time she had seen him. after confessing to him again and reducing herself to a woman who begged for him to just love her the way she knew that he loved her. she casted a glance over to him and swallowed when she felt her stomach lurch and a wave of sadness rush through her. this wasn't like her. to be so distraught over someone. she was better than that. stronger than that. but nothing hurt quite like this did.

"i'm going home," she muttered suddenly, pushing herself up from the sofa and moving to grab her combat boots to pull them on. she crouched down to string them up and tie them probably too tightly, then stood back to her full height. she licked her lips, wincing slightly as her tongue ran over an open gash that she'd been picking at. she refused to let herself fall apart because of him. not anymore. she tucked her wand into her boot and reached for the door, but was surprised when a hand on the door stopped her from leaving. she turned, her eyes widening when her head tipped back and she saw him over her.

she hated how her heart skipped a beat and her stomach lurched. she hated that she felt so strongly for him. she hated how fast her heart beat when she noticed him dipping down to get closer to her. she hated how she naturally rolled onto her toes to meet him halfway. tonks especially hated how good it felt to kiss him, how her body melted into him and how her fingers gripped onto the front of his shirt. her knuckles turned white with how hard she was gripping onto his shirt -- to keep herself from falling because of her naturally clumsy manner. her eyes fluttered closed -- and she couldn't even control the way her hair slowly melted from the brown it had been to a soft pink. she allowed herself to feel good for a few moments.

before she remembered she was angry.

hands that were fisted into his shirt turned into flat palms against his chest, shoving him away hard enough for him to be a few steps away from her. her hair turned a deep red, eyes flicking up to him with irises that matched the deep red of her hair. her hands balled into small fists -- to keep herself from slapping him.

"you don't -- you don't get to do that remus," her nostrils flared, and even with the anger surging through her, "you don't get to -- keep telling me that you can't be in love with me and can't be with me and then hours later just -- kiss me. that's not fair." tonks hated how her lips tingle after their kiss -- and how much she wanted to desperately kiss him again. she hated that she was reeled in so easily by him -- but there was no hatred for him. there never could be. anger. sadness.

but she could never hate him.

"you left," her voice was a whisper, and had her fingers not been bandaged up her nails would have been digging into her palms, "you left because it was such an unbearable thing for you to love me. that's -- you're -- it's not fair to make me miss you and then come back and argue with me again about how you think you're not good enough for me -- and then kiss me." her voice cracked and trembled, still angry but still feeling that deep sadness in the pit of her stomach.

"don't kiss me then tell me you can't love me. please. that's worse than just leaving."

[rejectory]

@lupiinee *

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...

[thechosengryffindor]

@lupiinee from here

"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."

[wotchertxnks]

👤 + remus lupin

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"remus has been treated like absolute shite by the wizarding community for his entire life over something that he has no control over. he didn't choose to have lycanthropy or choose to be bitten. a majority of the community still treats him like he's the scum of the earth. he has every reason to hate this world and to turn against them.

but he doesn't. he offers kindness and empathy to a world that offers him nothing. he fought in two wars for it when he could've easily just told everyone to fuck off. not only is it admirable, it's brave and so -- fucking good of him, and i don't think people recognize that. i think people maybe take advantage of it -- but fucking hell, this man? is incredible. i'm so lucky that he chose me, and i'm very glad we get to spend the rest of our lives together."

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