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loving-and-dreaming · 8 months ago

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messy r.l x reader

remus lupin x reader

you are messy. remus is messy. yet somehow it works.

Word Count: 1.1k

a/n: please be kind. I haven't written in a year and I didn't reread it so there are TONS of mistakes. It just came to me so I wanted to write it down

This party is the last place you wanted to be right now, but Lily can be very persuasive. Looking at your beautiful redheaded friend and all the other people at the party you do not feel like you fit in. You are not by any means ugly, but you are not a hot girl. You are not a soft girl. You are just you. And most days that is enough, but sometimes, just sometimes, it doesn't feel like it is. And that is precisely why you begged Lily to let you stay home, but she was having none of that. Therefore you have staked claim on the very ugly, but yours for the night, couch. Your couch, yes yours, which you have glued yourself to, seems way too inviting to leave, yet the need to get a new drink has a much louder call. Heaving yourself off the couch, you head to the kitchen. On the way to the kitchen to bump into a boy you have seen around who reminds you of sunshine and books(maybe because his face is always in a book). However your need for a drink outweighs the desire to say hi. Moving around the kitchen like it's yours simply to make yourself a drink and get back to your couch as soon as possible. Your trek back to your very lovely couch is interrupted when you spot a very cute guy with tattoos and black hair. He stole your spot! How dare he… I mean let's be real, that was your spot! Sticking your tongue out at him, you turn on your heels and head to the only other place you can think of. The bathroom. At least it is quiet in the bathroom. The craving to be away from the noise and a place to be where you know no one is going to be, you head to the upstairs bathroom. Opening the door, the state of the bathroom, shocks you. It is not the typical bathroom you would see in a party, no one throwing up, no one making out, no trash all over the place. Instead it is an immaculately clean bathroom, sending up a silent thank you, you hop on the bathroom counter. Since you can no longer hear the music you take matters into your own hands and play some music from your phone. Not in the mood for loud obnoxious music, you settle on your soft playlist. The kind of music that makes you feel like you are floating on clouds. Eyes closed, drink in hand, body swaying you start to enjoy yourself. Yet all that is stolen from you as the door creaks open. How could you be so dumb that you forgot to lock the door, rolling your eyes and cursing to yourself you open your eyes to see who has interrupted your paradise. You get ready to give some attitude, you are at a party you didn't even want to go to, your couch was stolen by some hot guy, and now someone finds you in your bathroom paradise. The audacity. All of that is on your tongue when you see sunshine and books boy. “Sorry to interrupt you, love. But I need an escape for a moment. Could I crash your solo party?” How his words are literal sunshine as well is beyond you, yet here you are. Eyes open, mouth ajar just staring at him.

The sound of a lighter opening is what snaps you out of your thoughts. “Um yeah sure, as long as you don't mind the music I needed a moment too.”

“Are you here on your own violation, or friends?” “Ah I would be here because my lovely friend, and roommate, does not think laying in bed is an adequate plan for a friday night. You? Friends or your choice?”

“Seeing as it is my house, I feel I could answer that one of two ways. However I will say that it was not my first choice of plans tonight. Curse of having roommates I suppose.”

With wide eyes you slide off the counter and prepare to leave, “Oh no. Is this your bathroom? I just picked the one farthest away from the noise, I am so sorry. Let me get out of your hair.” However your plan to run away was crushed when you felt a hand on your wrist, and my goodness how does his skin feel like sunshine??

His soft voice floats through your head, “Wait before you go at least dance with me, I loved the song that was just playing.” He uses his grip on you to turn your body around and join his.

With a blushing face and quiet voice you ask, “Can I at least know your name? I keep calling you sunshine, and as cute as it is, I'm sure it’s not your name.”

“I kind of like sunshine, but it is Remus. Now I need to know yours, although I'm okay calling you what I've been calling you in my head.”

You go to tell him your name but stop. With pink dusting your cheeks you ask, “What have you been calling me?”

“Well angel seemed fitting” he says with a shrug. With a roll of your eyes you whisper your name. Swaying back and forth in sunshine-i mean remus’- arms feels like a dream, but like always dreams are not meant to go on forever. Remus leans down and whispers in your ear “Would you like to get out of here?” No dream has been shattered as fast as this. Not only did you finally have sunshine boy(as he will forever be nicknamed by you and lily) in your arms he goes and says some dumb shit like that. Clearly your face showed how upset you felt about that statement because the next thing you know he is panicking “No! Wait. no! Not like that. Oh my gosh, this is what I get for trying to be smooth. I meant to literally get out of the bathroom and go on a walk outside. It is a nice night and clearly neither of us want to be here. Oh look at that I am rambling.” He clearly is now nervous, scratching the back of his neck and looking anywhere but you.

It takes everything in you not to laugh at him, you can only imagine how he feels. So instead with a small smile and hand on his arm you say “it's okay, sunshine. I'm just as messy as you. Why don’t we get out of here?”

Since then neither of you have looked back. He is your sunshine and you are his angel. You are messy. He is messy. But together you work wonderfully.

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 1 year ago

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Sirius Black X Reader: The older brother pt2

Took me forever but here it finally is part 2 to The Older brother

Part 1

Summary: You've found yourself intrigued by your friends older brother little did you know he's taken an interest in you as well.

Warnings: unwanted contact, violence, punching, cursing, dirty talk, smut, creampie, 69, cum eating, penetration (p in v), sub/dom(kind of), face fucking, oral (m& f), roughish sex. Not proof read (got lazy)

Word Count: 2K

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

You and Sirius had gone your separate ways, each of you trying to pretend that everything was fine. You were failing. Rather miserably in fact. You kept tugging at the hem of your dress anxiously. You’d been the one who started it but Sirius seemed to have a larger effect on you then you expected. Your thighs rub together in desperation for some sort of relief. You glance at the clock in the corner of the room. The one that had magically appeared the second Sirius had whispered in your ears. The room of requirements truly was wonderful.

You watched the clock hands move slowly. Had a minute always taken this long to pass or were you just so desperate that time had started to feel like it had slowed down. You made your way back to the drink table grabbing a shot of firewhiskey and throwing it down your throat. You glanced around the room, eyes searching for Sirius. Instead of catching sight of the black haired boy your eyes meet those of a slytherin one you recognized. He was Reggie's friend no doubt but you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. Apparently your unyielding gaze had been interpreted as interest causing the boy to make his way to you.

“Bloody hell.”

You cursed yourself for your lingering gaze. Now you would have to deal with a couple minutes of awkward conversation and quite possibly a strong rejection. You raised your head when you heard your name slip from the boy's lips giving him a small smile.

“How are you doing? Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“I’m doing alright and you?”

What was his name? It’s on the tip of your tongue yet you can’t seem to remember. The brunette slytherin seems to realize your lack of recognition, letting out a laugh.

“You have no idea who I am , do you?”

“No…sorry.”

“It’s alright. Give me a chance to remind you.”

He moves closer to you, his hands finding your waist, his breath fanning over your face as he moves closer to yours. It’s in that moment that it hits you who this is.

“Barty.”

Despite your lips moving to form Barty's name it’s not your voice that calls it out. You turn towards the familiar sound of Sirius' voice, your body relaxing at the sight of him.

“What do you want Black?”

“What are you doing?”

“What's it to you?”

“Listen mate, I like fun as much as the next guy but the lady doesn't seem to be enjoying herself. Let her go will you.”

Barty let out a drunken laugh, allowing you to smell the whiskey in his breath. You flinch away from him, trying to get away but his hands grip onto you harder. Sirius watches you squirm his hand clenching into a fist.

“I’m gonna ask one more time. Let her go.”

“Or what? What are you gonna-”

Before he could even finish speaking your first made contact with his face, causing him to release you as he stumbled backwards. Barty put his hand to his cheek, eyes widening when he saw the blood coming from his busted lip.

“You bitch!”

Sirius' shoulders tensed at the boy's words, preparing himself to knock his lights out but he didn’t need to. The second Barty called you a bitch you've reached for your wand pulling it out in a flash and yelling “Petrificus Totalus”. Barty froze in place his eyes following you as moved closer to him so that your lips were near his ear.

“Pull a stunt like that one more time Crouch and freezing you won’t be the worst thing I come up with.”

You turned around flipping Barty the finger as you made your way to Sirius. The older boy grinned at you.

“That was-”

“Impressive?”

“Hot.”

You swallowed dry at Sirius flirty tone, images of your closet randevu flashing in your mind. You grabbed his hand, dragging him through the crowd towards the door. You could hear someone call your name but you didn’t care. There was only one thing on your mind and you needed to get away from everyone before your desire got to you.

The second you made it into Sirius dorm your hand was on him. You had no idea where the sudden confidence had come from but you weren’t complaining. And neither was Sirius. He’d never admit it to anyone but seeing someone take charge in the bedroom made him incredibly horny. Sirius hadn’t managed to get a single word out since you entered his dorm, far too busy jamming his tongue into your mouth to be able to speak. It was only when you sank to your knees in front of him that he muttered out a breathy “Oh Merlin”. He watched you struggle against his jean buttons, cursing the chains he wore on the belt loops every time they clinked against your rings. It was cute how hot and bothered you were. Sirius enjoyed seeing you like this. It was a lot different than you normally act: always shy and quiet. And now here you were, glancing up at Sirius with the most lustful eyes as you stuffed your palm down his pants.

“Who are you?”

“Anyone you want me to be, baby.”

“Fuck-oh bloody hell love.”

“Gee Siri haven’t even touched you properly and you're already whimpering for me.”

Sirius groaned at your words, his hips thrusting forward. You smiled at him, pulling your hands out from his pants so you could take them off. Before you got to free Sirius dick his hand latched onto your wrist. You turn your head to the side as you look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing love, it’s just….”

Sirius stopped for a moment trying to gather his thoughts. Was he really about to ask you this? He feared you’d be weirded out by his desires, it being your first time together and all. But the way you were looking up at him with lustful eyes as you rubbed your thighs together for some friction made him forget his fears.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can after i’m done i’ll let-”

“At the same time.”

“Sorry what?”

“Gonna make me spell it out hum?”

Sirius let out a laugh, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. Once he opened them again the playful demeanor was gone, replaced by complete and utter lust.

“I wanna fuck you with my tongue while you choke on my cock. Got it love?”

You nodded at Sirius, mouth parting slightly as you tried to steady your heartbeat.

“Well? Are you down?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Sirius pulled you up by the chin, his hands moving to remove your dress in deseparation as his lips moved against yours. The two of you tugged at each other's clothes, removing everything that would get in the way of your fun. Once you were both satisfied you broke apart the kiss, each observing the other's body for a moment. You never get over the sight before you. Sirius Black, Hogwarts notorious flirt, completely bare before you. Your eyes skimmed over his pale skin, eyes falling on the small burn scars littered here and there. You didn’t need to ask what they were. Reggie had told you enough about his family for you to know who was responsible for Sirius' scars. Sirius eyes moved over your bare body, his gaze conturing the beauty of your curves. Beautiful, he thought. Beautiful inside and out. You moved slowly towards him, your lips finding a scar near his collarbone and placing a kiss on it. Sirius hands found their way to your hips, squeezing softly.

“You are so pretty.”

“So are you Siri.”

“I know.”

You swatted at Sirius shoulders as you laughed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I meant it, you idiot.”

“Me too princess. And now I'm gonna prove it to you.”

Sirius walked over to the bed, laying down comfortably before motioning his finger in your direction.

“Come take a seat darling.”

You did as he asked, moving towards the bed. Once you got close enough you climbed onto the mattress, placing your thighs on either side of Sirius face. He latched his hands onto your legs, pulling your pussy flush against his nose.

“Sirius-oh-merlin.”

“Haven't even started and you’re already moaning my name.”

“Shut it you cocky bastard.”

“Cocky’s right. Bastard ah not so much.”

You moved your hand over Sirius dick , stroking it a bit before sinking it into your mouth. Sirius could cum right now, the feeling of your warm mouth on his dick and the feeling of your pussy rutting against his nose making him feel like he’d died and go to heaven. But the night was still young and he planed on lasting more than a fucking teenager. Not that you were gonna make it easy for him.

It wasn’t like you were having an easy time either. Each time you gave Siri a good suck his face lifted a bit causing his nose to bump into your clit. After a while of sucking you moved your hand to fondle Sirius' balls making him cum in a matter of seconds. You followed close after, your hands digging into Sirius thighs as you covered his face in your juices. Despite the soreness in your thighs you managed to manoeuvre yourself off of Sirius face. You laid next to him as you both tried to catch your breaths. Sirius' arm found its way around your body tugging you into his chest. You nuzzled into him sighing happily.

“That good hum?”

“Been a while since i came like that.”

“Seems like you’ve been with some mediocre lads.”

“Yeah I guess. Most boys only care about their own pleasure.”

“Yeah, only real men know how to treat a woman.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you are, Siri, a man?”

Sirius passed a finger across his face collecting your juices and stuffing his fingers in his mouth. You watched with wonder as the older boy sucked his fingers clean.

“Well I'm the one who's got your cum all over my face aren’t I?”

You give him a cheeky smile, nibbling on the inside of your check as you lean to whisper into his ear.

“Want me to cum somewhere else?”

You reached down to Sirius semi hard cock, fingers skimming over it teasingly.

“Careful kitten, that's a dangerous game you're playing.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Before you could blink Sirius pulled you under him, his arms caging you. You moaned as Sirius hand found its way between your legs sticking two digits inside your pussy with ease.

“So wet for me baby.”

“Ah Siri!”

“That's it baby. Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock.”

You clenched around Siris fingers at his words, making him smirk.

“That's what you want right? Want me to fuck you good?”

“Please Siri, I want it so bad.”

“Okay baby, I'll give it to you. But only if you promise to be a good girl.”

“I promise.”

Sirius sank into your cunt, your walls sucking his dick in with ease. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“Merlin, you're warm.”

“Ah fuck-Siri-you’re so big.”

He’d been told that before but for some reason hearing those words come out of your mouth turned some sort of animalistic instinct in him. Sirius started moving against you, his speed picking up with each moan you let out. The wet sound of your pussy filled the room. Sirius was sure that when the boys came back the dorm would still reek of sex but he didn’t give a shit. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was blow his load. Into your perfect pussy to be exact.

“I’m close- ah uh- need to pull out soon.”

“Don-Ah ughhh-don’t….spell-fuck Siri!-i’ll use the spell.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah yeah cum inside.”

Sirius seed filled your cunt as he reached his orgasm, the feeling of your walls tightening as you gushed over his dick making him let out a guttural moan. He sagged into your body, his lips finding your collarbone as you came down from your high. Sirius doubted that this would be the last round. In fact if it was up to him he’d never let you out of his bed. Funnily enough you felt the same way.

Who would have thought falling for your best friend's brother would land you in his bed. Not that you were complaining.

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lixzey · 1 year ago

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A snippet from Monster Among Men

“Can you please just shut the fuck up?” Y/n hissed, crossing her arms over her chest as she briskly walked away from Regulus.

Regulus followed behind her, a smirk playing on his lips. “What's the matter, Potter? Can't handle a little truth?”

Y/n stopped abruptly and turned to face him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Oh, I can handle the truth just fine.” Y/n snapped, the ends of her hair were sparking. “What I can't handle is you constantly belittling everyone around you with your rude comments and arrogant attitude.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the petite witch's annoyance. “I speak my mind, Potter,” Regulus spat, taking a step closer. “and if people can't handle it, that's not my problem.”

Y/n threw her hands up in frustration. “You are a monster among men, Regulus Black,” she seethed, her voice shaking with anger. “You think you're better than everyone else just because of your family name and your pure-blood status? Well, news flash, that doesn't make you any better than the rest of us.”

Regulus smirked, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a mocking gesture. “You're just jealous,” he taunted. “Jealous that I have everything you could ever dream of and more.”

Y/n clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to control her anger. “I am not jealous of you, Black,” she spat. “I pity you. You're so blinded by your own arrogance that you can't see how much of a pathetic excuse for a human being you are.”

With that, Y/n turned and walked away, leaving Regulus standing there, his smirk fading as the brunette stormed away.

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gotranting · 1 year ago

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I love how there are so many warnings for minors to not interact with smutty stories. I guess it is for the writers to shield themselves in a way.

But come on now. As if most of us didn't read the most filthiest of smut stories when we were 15. Some younger than that probably.

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theblackdog552 · 6 months ago

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Me: what? No, i only write for myself, not for external validation.

Also me: *refresh page refresh page refresh page*

(anyway go check out my new fic so i can ignore the notifications because i dont need external validation)

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malevolentxfae · 2 years ago

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I just got through 40 chapters of All the young dudes (that is a wonderful Marauder's fanfic by the lovely MsKingBean89 if you did not know and were living under a rock) and WHY HAVEN'T I READ THIS SOONER! It's absolutely lovely I adore it!

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aud-imeatingurwalls · 1 year ago

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you assholes. FINE i guess ill write an adam project jegulus au. being such a creative genius does have its faults. ao3 user is rey_123 but it probably wont be actually started for a while ill update when it is.

#maraurders #maraurders era #jegulus #adam project #adam project au #background wolfstar probably #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #maraurders fanfiction #silly #quirky

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renmemo18 · 9 months ago

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PAST TO PRESENT: PART 3

The last remnants of the summer came and went. The beginning of term was upon them before they knew it. Morrigan had arrived earlier in the day to help with the preparations for the arriving students. After checking and double checking that everything had been completed, she sat in the kitchens enjoying a steaming cup of tea, prepared by the House Elves. She often frequented the kitchens. By now, they knew that they need not check on her as often, and if she needed something, she would ask. She just enjoyed the hustle and bustle and the friendliness of the Elves. Being here also reminded her of a distant memory from long, long ago, it seemed.

"Come on, come on, come ooooooon!" She was dragging Remus by the hand as the others followed. "Dove, where are we going?!" James exclaimed. "Yea, where's the fire- Oof!" Sirius said, accidently running into her. Morrigan stopped abruptly in front of a painting of a bowl of fruit. Peter slumped against the wall, his breaths coming out in big heaves and wheezes. "You won't believe what I found while I was here this summer." She looked at them all, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, you have us intrigued," Remus began, his eyebrows raised apprehensively. "But what's so interesting about a bowl of fruit?" She let go of his hand, not even realizing she still had it in her grasp after they had stopped running. "Absolutely nothing," she said, walking up to the painting, tickling the pear. "It's what behind it that matters." She looked over her shoulder, a satisfied, mischievous smirk played on her lips. The portrait swung open, and her friends' jaws dropped. "Let's go." She said. She took Remus' hand again and led him through the opening. She could see Remus turning his head to look at the others behind him when she leaned in to him and whispered, "Aren't scared, are you Moony?" As they entered the briefly dark entryway, she could make out a smirk on Remus' face. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her close to him as he whispered in her ear, "You wish, Dove..." .

Her cheeks were hot, thinking back on this particular memory. She took a sip of tea, trying to regain herself. In a short while, she would be seeing Remus again. Although their last encounter was brief and somewhat awkward, she could feel that there was still unfinished business there. Morrigan had this... quirk, so to speak. Often, she could sense things that were going to happen. Not premonitions, she was no seer. No, this was something different. It was just a sort of knowing. A feeling of foreboding, whether it be doom, love, fear, or anxiety. It coursed through her in the days leading up to whatever the event was. She could feel something but couldn't put her finger on it.

As she had been deep in thought, she hadn't heard her mother come in. She sat next to her and tapped her gently on the shoulder. This snapped Morrogan back into reality. " Oh, Mum, I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you." Minerva stared into her daughters eyes. A hint of concern etched in hers. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Yes, yes, I'm fine." Morrigan replied with a small smile. "I just got carried away with my thoughts, that's all." Minerva scrutinized her daughter for a moment before she spoke. "Have you heard about the Hogwarts Express? Is that what's got you so out of sorts?" Morrigan looked at her mother questioningly. "No... what's happened?" Minerva took a sip of tea that had just been placed in front of her. "According to Remus, dementors boarded the train. Apparently, in the attempt to find Sirius Black. They went after Harry Potter." Morrigan's jaw dropped. "What do you mean, according to Remus?" "Well, he had been in the compartment with Harry when the dementors attacked. He cleared them off and sent an owl ahead." Morrigan stared at her mother, incredulously. "Is everyone alright?" Minerva tapped her daughters hand, then grasped it. "Yes, yes, everyone seems to be ok. I plan to meet Potter before the feast to be absolutely certain if you'd like to join me? They'll be here shortly." Morrigan nodded and stood with her mother. They both made their way out of the kitchens and headed towards the Great Hall.

Both of the McGonagall women had a soft spot for Harry Potter. Being her best friend's son, she had wanted to take Harry in herself. On that fateful day when her entire world changed forever, she was prepared to raise Harry, and her mother supported her one hundred percent. However, Dumbledore supposedly had his reasons for leaving Harry with the Dursleys, something that she still resented to this day. Her mother had watched them all afternoon on the day of Harry's arrival to Privet Drive, and although she expressed her reservations and the Dursley's unpleasantness to him, Dumbledore had insisted. That was that. Dumbledore also deterred her from telling Harry about her past with his parents. Why? She did not know. That was one of the infuriating things about Dumbledore. She trusted him to a degree. However, there was always a lack of truth, or at least the whole truth. When she expressed this to her mother, she was dismissed. Minerva McGonagall trusted and followed Dumbledore to the highest degree of faithfulness. She wouldn't hear a word against him.

By the time they reached the Great Hall, they could hear students arriving. Both the McGonagall woman stood backs straight and hands clasped in front of them. Finally, she could see Harry through the crowd and not too far behind him, Remus. She took a step foward but her mother pulled her back. " Madame Pomfrey and I will attend to Potter, and I need to have a quick word with Ms. Granger as well. Why don't you stay here." She eyed her mother suspiciously. "What happened to talking to him together?" Minerva feigned a look of pure innocence." Well, I dare say someone else might need some looking after, and I am confident in your skills." She briefly patted Morrigan on the back and yelled,"Potter!" Seizing him before he could make it into the Hall. She looked after them, worry etched on her face. "Well, hello again, Dove." She snapped out of her trance and looked to see Remus Lupin standing next to her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Hello to you too." She looked him up and down at an arms length. "I heard you had quite an exciting journey, care to explain?" His eyebrows furrowed, and he shrugged his shoulders. "It was nothing, just some dementors overstepping." She jerked her head and began walking in the direction of her classroom. He followed, although looking reluctant.

They reached the room and stepped in, closing the door behind them. "What are we doing here? The feast is about to start." She pulled up a chair and pushed him into it. "Sit." She demanded. She flitted off to her store cupboard and pulled a couple of vials out, along with a goblet and some wine. She set them down on the desk next to where he was seated and put both of her hands on each arm rest and leaned in close to him. She scrutinized him, looking into his eyes, looking at his color, which was getting progressively pink, and the fresh scars on the side of his face. She reached up and gently turned his face away so she could survey them. "You're looking a little peaky, Lupin. Producing a protronus right after a full moon is no small feat. It must have taken a great deal out of you." She poured the vials into the goblet and mixed it with some of the wine. "Drink." She said. She walked away and went into a set of drawers she kept by her desk and pulled out a salve. She walked back to him and got on her knees in front of him, opened the salve, and began dabbing some onto the scars. Remus stopped drinking. He was gripping the goblet so tightly in his hand that his knuckles were white. She tried to ignore this but chanced a look at him, his pupils were dialated, and his chest was heaving. She continued to stare for another second but then swallowed and forced herself to continue to focus on the task at hand. "Drink." She insisted, moving his hand closer to his mouth. He did, in one large gulp. She got up and put the salve away. When she turned back, he was on his feet, staring at her still. "What was it that you gave me?" She busied her hands by straightening her robes. "Just a restorative and some strengething potion. The salve won't get rid of the scars completely, but it should help a bit." He nodded, still staring so intently at her she felt as if she couldn't breathe. "Thank you." He said. "You're welcome." They stood in complete silence for what felt like an eternity. "Well, we should probably get back to the feast. Dumbledore will probably want to introduce you." She moved with haste to the door. She went to open it when her arm was pulled away from the knob and she was turned around. In one swift movement, her back was pushed against the door, and Remus' lips were on hers. Feverish, and full of urgency. His hands were on either side of her face, and he held her there. She returned the kiss just as eagerly. It was as if no time had passed in that moment. They were kids again, sneaking moments here and there when they could get away from their friends, lost in young love and promises. She stopped and put a hand on his chest. She rested her forehead against his. "I'm sorry." He breathed. "Are you?" She asked. "No... no, I'm not." She laughed, and so did he. "Good." She looked into his eyes, his hands still on her face. He stroked her cheekbones, making her blush. "We really do need to go..." She went to move toward the door again, but he held her there still. "Wait." He held her gaze, his eyes scanning hers. "What do you we do now?" Morrigan looked down and shook her head. "I don't know Remus. I have to admit, I'm confused about it all. I don't know if this is for the best." She glanced up and saw sadness etched across his scarred face. "But, I'm willing to find out." His lips broke into a great smile that made him look so much younger than the years had warranted. He swung her around, both of them laughing and kissed her one more time briefly. He opened the door for her and took her hand for them to walk to the Great Hall together, just like old times.

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futurecorps3 · 1 year ago

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Hiii !! I love your writing ❤️. If your comfortabke can i ask for marauders comforting reader since they do stuff for others but forget to take care about themselves?

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Summary: They'll always have each other<3. Pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader Warnings: Reader stops eating, kind of scolding from the marauders but like in a nice way, mentions of being sick. Lemme know if I missed any!! Word Count: 1.5K Requested: Yes

A/N: Made this poly!marauders love, hope u don't mind! Thank you so much, hope you enjoy<3.

Since they met, there was no waking moment where Y/N wasn't offering to do something to help life make even the slightest bit easier for people. Not because she was a people pleaser. No, not at all. She was just that kind. Sirius heard Remus say once that "acts of service" was her "love language".

He demanded to know what exactly that meant and the conclusion was that that's the way their girl expressed her love. And that was okay. James loved to craft little handmade gifts for his boyfriends and girlfriend. Remus tried to spend as much time as he could with them. Sirius wanted nothing but to cuddle with his loves. Y/N/N loved helping them.

Even her friends, too! Lily needed a book from the library but didn't have time to fetch it? Y/N could get it for her. Regulus was having a hard time and needed his comfort food? She'll cook it, it's okay. Her boyfriends loved how sweet she was with it as well, a caring soul that expressed her love through helping.

Until it backfires.

Remus was the first one to notice, ever the observer. "Y'okay dove?" he whispered, looking down at her figure resting on his arm, almost dozing off. That would be a normal occurrence if their history of magic lesson was a bit too boring for her liking, and he'd let her sleep through it since it was one of the classes Y/N excelled in without even trying.

Not the case with potions, and she always tried her best. So yes, this was odd. "Just a bit tired s'all" the girl mumbled back, trying to get up but inevitably snuggling impossibly closer to the boy's arm. "Darling, Slughorn will give you detention if you keep sleeping. Get up for me, will ya?" he muttered once again, gently pulling her up, but she just ended up falling face first on the table.

James looked over at the thud and frowned, directing his gaze to Remus who, wide-eyed, shook his girlfriend's form to wake her up. She was no longer asleep. A thousand possibilities ran through his head. Confusion. Fear. Shock.

"Is everything alright, Remus?" The professor asked, in perfect timing, looking over at his student. "I-I don't know what happened, sir. She was dozing off, and I was trying to wake her up but-" "Let's go. Pomfrey. Now."

Sirius' voice coming from behind him, James already carrying Y/N's limp form in his arms and quickly exiting the classroom in a hurried step. His boyfriend had a habit of overthinking and trying to piece a logical explanation for everything, like right now; why did Y/N faint suddenly? Sirius knew she fainted, and they needed to get help right that second.

Why's and how's would be found later, when their girl was okay.

The couple ran through the corridors, James muttering small "Darling, wake up" and "Stay with me, alright? We're almost there" with Remus and Sirius following close behind, hand in hand as the prior dried some stray tears with the right sleeve of his sweater.

It was all much too overwhelming for him; Y/N fainting, Sirius looking worried which practically never occurred, James talking to his girlfriend's limp body as if she were dead and how he got in his head instead of acting when it all happened.

His boyfriend squeezed his hand, knowing him well enough to realize what was going on in his head. “Remember what Jamie told us the other day? When you hop on a plane, they tell you to place your air-mask before helping whoever needs help near you” He said as the three of them walked through the infirmary’s door.

“Y/N/N needs help right now, but we gotta be okay to help her. Steady breaths for me, baby” he continued, encouraging him to find a rhythm so he could calm himself down. James placed Y/N on one bed and brushed the hair out of her face.

Pomfrey got in action quick as lightning, giving her a potion that would wake her up. Fainting like she did was not normal, not for a healthy person like Y/N, so she had to have her awake to answer her questions.

Her boys sat down on the sides of the bed, James and Remus on one couch cuddling as Sirius held her hand on the other side, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. “My poor girl…” James mumbled, watching over her as Moony dozed off after the energy-draining panic he had.

“She’s been quite busy lately,” Sirius prompted. Maybe she fainted out of tiredness. “Yeah, she wasn’t even at movie night with the girls on Thursday, Lily told me,” the brunette answered, getting where his boyfriend was going. "Hasn't been much with us either, eh?" "Yeah".

They waited for about an hour after Pomfrey gave her the potion before she woke up. All of them stayed there the whole time. It was about 5pm, and they didn't attend lunch, but they couldn't risk her waking up alone. Sirius saw her shifting and stood up immediately, making James and Remus to do the same. Brows furrowed and dry lips, Y/N opened her eyes slowly.

"Hello, darlin'", "Hi babe", "Mornin' dove".

Prongs busied himself with a cup of water for his girlfriend as she returned their greetings. "W-what happened?" She asked, confused out of her mind before sipping on the glass. "You fainted during potions. Poppy said she needs to ask ya some questions." Sirius smiled, kindly kissing her nose to pull a giggle from her. "You've been taking care of yourself, baby?" Now spoke Remus, already sensing what was happening.

"Yes, I-I've been helping Reggie with some stuff for Divination and spent most of my days there, but yes" "When's the last time you ate?". Theatrical silence fell as Y/N tried to recall when did she had her last meal. Around ten seconds passed, and Sirius sighed in frustration. "Shit, Y/N".

"M'sorry, okay!?" the girl whined softly, feeling guilty about it already. "I was busy. Regg needed help..." "That's no excuse for you to not take care of yourself!" The raven-haired boy yelped, anger and worry clear in his tone. There was no way he'd let it happen again. It doesn't matter how much she wanted to help; straight up blacking out for not eating was unacceptable.

James grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Calm down, darling. You too, Y/N. We're just glad you're okay." He pipped in, seeing as tears started to well up in his girl's eyes. Remus sat next to her on the bed, grabbing her hand and intertwining her fingers. "Sirius, could you go get some food for her? See if there's still some. Tell Poppy she's up and we know why she fainted." "Yeh," he mumbled, boots loud on the floor as he exited the room.

"Is he mad at me? A-Are you guys mad at me?" "Nonsense, dove," Remus cooed, laying beside her and letting her rest his head on his chest as Prongs did the same, holding his boyfriend's hand in the process. "We're not mad and neither is Sirius, he's just worried, and a bit frustrated but not mad". Y/N nodded after James explained, kissing both of their cheeks and finishing her water.

"S'not okay you forget to eat, though. We understand how much you like taking care of everyone and help them out..." Spoke the lycanthrope "We love that about you!" Chirped James. "... but you gotta be okay before you help anyone else. Take care of yourself first, then others. We could remind you if you like but this cannot happen again".

She nodded once again, reminding herself of the times her stomach grumbled, but she didn't listen. "Okay" Y/N smiled at her boys. Pomfrey walked over right after and scolded her for the negligence, offering more water and advised to skip the next day of classes to rest. As they got ready to leave, Sirius walked back with an armful of pastries, careful on balancing them and not drop a thing.

Everyone helped him and placed the food on the bed, rounding it so they could share their late lunch. Padfoot sat next to Y/N, and she immediately grabbed his face so he'd look at her to have his undivided attention.

As he looked upon her face, a chill ran through his body as he noticed how pale she was, and he couldn't help but feel his heart break a little as he reached out and held her face in his hands. "I'm sorry Siri..." She mumbled, looking him dead in the eye; a thing they did when one was being dead serious.

"No, I'm sorry. Shouldn't've lashed out at you like that, it's just you- you got me worried and I don't like you ill for something you can control. We'll eat our meals like clockwork now so you don't forget pup, that okay?" The boy proposed, grinning sympathetically at her as she mumbled a small okay before pressing a deep kiss to his soft lips.

The couple ate and chatted, like any other day. Promises were made, too; The boys made a silent agreement on making sure Y/N took care of herself, and she, to be as caring with herself as she was with others.

In the end, they had each other. When fainting, when laughing, when crying. They were together for the end of time and that's really all that mattered.<3

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years ago

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You can call me Daddy

Rockstar! Remus Lupin x Reader

Words: about 1.8k words

Warnings: smutty remmy, sexy rockstar, dirty talk and remus fucking lupin that is alreadya a warning himself.

Author's note: I'm writing something like five fanfiction at the same time, but I had this idea and I couldn't not write this down. I love the idea if the Maraurders as a band (like I think they are preatty much the copy of the Maneskin that I LOVE so...) and I LOVE BASSIST REMUS, so here for you our sexy Moony

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You still don't know how the with your friend managed to get into this party, but you know for sure that this is a night to remember.

Through some friends of hers, she managed to find out that there was going to be a birthday party of some super-rich celebrity at a mansion in Los Angeles, and after some research and figuring out where it was, we managed to get in, making believe that we were up-and-coming Versace models and that we had been invited to the party at the last minute and had not been put on the list. The guard looked at us carefully and then let us through, and you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as you walked in you looked around and couldn't hold back your astonishment.

The mansion is beautiful, huge and full of lights and smoke machines that create a magical and surreal atmosphere. Music and people fill the room until you almost burst, but you can't help but move in time to the music as the alcohol flows through your veins. You down drink after drink, without realizing it, the important thing is to have a good time.You find yourself dancing back to back with actors or singing songs at the top of your lungs with important TV hosts, before you realize that all this crowd and the air heavy with smoke, sweat and alcohol is suffocating you, so you nod to your friend that you would go outside for a moment to get some air.

You walk over to the nearest French door, which overlooks a hidden part of the garden. As soon as you are outside, you lean against the wall and can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. You stay a few seconds in the silence of the night, taking advantage of the cold that seems to surround you after the incredible heat that the bodies inside that room were causing. You smile, thinking that at least here you can find a moment of peace, until you hear a voice.

"Did you run away too?" A boy asks, and you suddenly turn around and see him there, a little further away from you, also leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his lips. You can't really see his face, but you can tell he's a good-looking guy, tall and muscular as thin as he may look. He's wearing skinny jean pants, a Pink Floyd T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, with stupidly overdressed shoes.

"Yeah, the situation was becoming too suffocating." I shyly confess to the faceless boy.

"I understand you. I hate these stupid parties full of people, the situation always gets out of hand, and before long someone will get hurt, if it hasn't happened already." He complains.

"How come so if here?" You ask curiously, aided by the courage that alcohol brings.

"My friends dragged me along. If it were up to me, I would have spent this evening in a completely different way." He confesses, throwing his cigarette to the ground after taking one last drag. The smoke comes sensually out of his mouth, and you can't help but tighten your legs at that gesture, praying that he hasn't noticed.

"And how would you have spent the evening?" You whisper in a sensual tone, not knowing where all that brazenness really came from. You're not usually such a straightforward girl, especially when it comes to flirting with strangers.

"Well sweetheart, I would for example have a couple of ideas on how to spend a night with you, but they are too vulgar for an angel like you." He says moving closer, but still remaining in the half-light. I feel his breath close to my face and can't help but hold back a groan at the impure things those fingers could do on me.

"Do you really think I am an angel?" You ask as you move closer in turn, so close that your lips are almost touching. For a moment you think about how impossibly beautiful this situation is, a few hours earlier you were lying on the couch at your house eating chips and watching your favorite show and now you're at a party full of celebrities and now you're flirting with a guy definitely out of your range, and he's playing along with you. Life is truly full of surprises.

"Oh no you darling look like the purest of all angels, and I love girls who look innocent but are real demons in bed." He continues, moving closer , kissing your neck gently, leaving you the time and space to say no, but you don't want to say no, you want him and you want nothing more than to drag him to the nearest surface to fuck until you are voiceless with all the moans you will emit.

"Well I could always give you a demonstration." You answer as he continues his attack on your neck, and you run your hands through his disheveled hair.

"How can I say no to such a beautiful girl." He says pulling away from you. "But not here honey, there are too many people who would hear you shout my name, and that is a pleasure that is granted only to me." He continues, leading you toward the exit. In a sobering moment you manage to remember your friend and tell him you were going inside to warn her. He nods and tells you he would be waiting for you by the gate. Quickly you go inside and immediately find your friend intent on making out with a fairly tall blond girl. You quickly approach her and tell her that you would not be going home with her this evening. She looks at you and smiles before yelling at you to be careful and use a condom, but you are already far away and in response you raise your middle finger at her.

You see him at the gate on a blazing black motorcycle with a helmet for you in his hand. You put it on and cling to him as you get on the bike, as your excitement about what is about to happen rises and you can't help but get wet.

A few minutes pass before we find ourselves in front of the doors of a huge building. Quickly he gets out of the vehicle, having parked there in front, and we run to the entrance. The boy, still wearing his helmet, waves to the doorman, who waves back, and quickly we get on the first elevator we see. He crushes the twenty-first floor as you take off your helmet and realize something.

"My name is Y/N." You say confidently, looking at his face still covered by the black helmet. "I never told you my name." You go on laughing.

"You don't know mine either." He counter laughs as well, patting my arm, and you can't help but laugh at the situation.

"Of course fate is strange I went from lying on my couch in my pajamas to getting drunk with my friend to fucking a stranger." You say as you move closer to him, kissing him on the neck, gripped by a jolt of courage.

"And do you regret it?" He asks with a half groan.

"Not by a single second." You whisper, continuing to leave marks on his neck, as he had done to you at the party.

As soon as the elevator stops you realize you are already in his apartment. You quickly get out and he drags you toward the bedroom, taking off his helmet and throwing yours on the couch in the hall you pass as well. As soon as you reach the room his lips glue themselves to yours and a power struggle begins between the two of you. Clothes fall off like autumn leaves and suddenly you both find yourselves naked lying on the soft sheets of the bed.

"Remus, my name is Remus." He says panting as he kisses your breasts, reaching down. "But you can call me Daddy, angel." At those words you can't help but let out another moan, which you would be ashamed of if you were sober enough, but your mind is too clouded with pleasure.

His lips find the most delicate spot on your body and attack it like a child sucking on a lollipop, and the moans that seemed too loud before seem like whispers compared to those coming from your lips now. His fingers enter your vagina not too gently, and instinctively you cling to his hair, pushing his face between your legs.

"I knew that behind that angel look was the most beautiful demon." He says, returning to kiss your lips after making you orgasm, with still your taste on his lips. "What do you want honey, you have to tell me or I don't know how to help you."

"I want you, all of you." You say panting, while still recovering from the pleasure you just received. " I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow."

"Your every wish is an order princess." He says in a whisper before entering me with his huge cock. The pleasure you feel right now, you thought did not exist.

You continue fucking until dawn, rolling up on yourself and in the blankets, orgasm after orgasm. You fall asleep at sunrise in the arms of the unknown boy.

You wake up after a few hours, alone in bed, hearing the sound of a shower running in the next room, realizing that your lover has gone to take a shower. Still sleepy and sore from all that sex you reach for your phone in your jacket pocket and see thirty missed calls from your friend and at least fifty texts always from her.

Immediately you call her, thinking something serious has happened, but as soon as the phone stops ringing you hear her screaming in your ear.

"Do you realize what happened last night?!?!" She shouts like a squawking hen.

"I thought you didn't mind, you said you were okay with it." Confused reply.

"I didn't resent it, but do you realize who you slept with?"

"With...Remus?" You say, unconvinced by your answer.

"Yeah with Remus freaking Lupin! The fucking bassist of the Maraurders!" Your friend says excitedly, but you're already no longer listening as she goes on to tell how she found out, all your mind can process are just two words: oh fuck.

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loving-and-dreaming · 8 months ago

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So my master list wasn’t working so I fixed it 💕 also i totally wrote something for the first time in forever it probably sucks but I’m kinda happy with it 😅

welcome <3

hello beautiful people.

you can call me Love and I shall appear. I am an avid reblogger of all things! however with the help of my fave moots I am branching out to maybe writing!

if you want to send in a request I can try and do it justice for you <3, most of my inspiration comes from music

step on in my library, I hope you enjoy your time here.

steve harrington

10-4 s.h x reader

when you need a man s.h x reader

handful s.h x reader

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nonsense s.b x reader

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 2 years ago

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Remus X Reader: The bet

Warning; None, Fluff

Summary: You have a crush on Remus and who knows maybe he feels the same?

You hated working at the Three Broomsticks. Absolutely hated it. There was nothing wrong with the job itself. The work you had to do was considerably easy and the customers were generally nice to you (generally being the key word). The thing that made you hate working was the fact that while everyone else was going home for the holidays you were stuck serving Butterbeer and Pumpkin juice. It was by choice though. Well, kind of by choice. Your home life sucked so instead of having to deal with your shitty family you preferred to hang around hogsmeade and work. You didn’t need the money but it made for a nice reward. In a way it made up for the hours spent at the Inn.

There was one thing that made your job a bit better and that was Remus Lupin. You didn’t know why they stayed for christmas break but Remus and his friends would often pop into the Three Broomsticks for a couple of hot beverages after bearing the cold outside. You always perked up at the sound of the boys' voices filling the once peaceful shop, a small smile appearing on your lips as your eyes found Remus’s frame. You had always had a bit of a crush on the older boy which often caused teasing from your friends. But they weren’t here now which meant you could appreciate his beauty in peace.

The Marauders had noticed your interest in Remus almost immediately. You weren’t very discreet about it after all. Sirius had spotted you glancing at Remus during dinner one night and from that moment on they all pestered Remus about you. Despite you being a year younger than them Remus knew who you were. He’d first seen you at the start of the year in one of James' quidditch games. You were playing for the other team and you made one hell of a keeper. Remus suspected that if it hadn’t been for James catching the snitch your house would have won thanks to your defence. Remus would be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive but he kept his thoughts to himself. He already had to deal with the boys making fun of your crush on him. He couldn't handle the amount of teasing he’d receive if they realised he had somewhat of an interest in you. You were actually one of the main reasons they spent so much time inside of the Three Broomsticks. The others didn't know of course. Remus always made sure to make it as coincidental as possible. He’d place the idea of going outside in James or Sirius head and then when they’d decide to go out he’d pretend he didn’t want to, which always led to the boys dragging him out “against his will”. Once they were outside Remus would pull one of the “the least you guys could do is buy me a drink since you made me come” which they fell for everytime. So that was what had led them to the Three Broomsticks this (and every other) evening.

You watched as the boys sat down at their usual table and began talking. You kept working on cleaning the glasses piled near the sink as you waited for them to call you over to order. Your eyes kept darting over to their table trying your hardest to be discreet about it and failing miserably.

“She’s looking over again.”

“Leave it Sirius.”

“God she’s almost drooling.”

Remus knew his friends were exaggerating but curiosity got the better of him. He wondered if he really had such an effect on you. He turned slightly in his chair but instead of finding you perched on the counter, drool falling from your mouth he watched as you whipped down one of the tables with a smile on your face as one of the regulares talked to you about something. Remus cursed himself for falling for James' trap.

“She’s not even looking at us.”

“So you wanted her to be?”

“Shut up Padfoot.”

“Seems like Mooney’s got a little crush.”

“At least I don't stalk her like you do with Evans.”

James shut up at the affirmation, no longer finding the conversation funny. Sirius on the other hand was bursting in laughter at the whole ordeal. Once he’d found it in himself to breathe like a normal person he lifted his hand to call you over. You made your way to their table giving the boys a polite smile.

“What can I get for you today?”

Not that you needed to ask, they always ordered the same thing but this time you were surprised.

“We’ll have four shots of firewhiskey.”

“Actually I'll have a butterbeer.”

“No you won’t”

“Sirius, don't do this.”

“He’ll have a shot of firewhiskey.”

You watched as Sirius and Remus bickered, your eyes looking between the two of them.

“Boys, is that anyway to talk in front of a lady?”

Apparently James had noticed the slightly frightened look on your face and decided to intervene.

“We’ll have four shots of firewhiskey, love.”

You looked over at Remus to see his reaction to James' request but he was too busy glaring at the boy to notice. You took the lack of defiance as your que to leave.

“Coming right up.”

“Thanks love.”

The boys watched as you retreated to get their order. Sirius turned to look at James and gave him a small nod of thanks. Remus’ gaze burned through the two boys.

“Oh come on Rem stop being a baby. It’s just a shot, nothing bad will happen.”

“I’m not drinking it.”

“Come on mate you're not going to be rude to her right?”

“I’m not being rude to her. I’m being rude to you because you deserve it.”

“Mooney that's where you're wrong. By denying to drink it you're putting her in an awkward position.

“Just shut up.”

James opened his mouth to retort.

“Both of you.”

The Marauders relationship was made up of one teasing the other but even James and Sirius knew not to piss Remus off too much. Right about now there was a small line between pissed Remus and angry Remus and that wasn’t a line they were about to cross. They knew the consequences of going too far and didn’t feel like dealing with it at the moment. Instead they stayed quiet and waited for you to come back. A few moments later you made your way over, placing each shot of firewhiskey in front of the boys and to all of their surprise putting down a glass of butterbeer in front of Remus. The older boy looked at the drink in front of him for a moment before looking up at you. You fiddled with your apron and gave him a smile.

‘On the house. This way you don’t have to fight.”

Remus stared at you for a moment too long without speaking. It was such a simple act but somehow it showed Remus the type of person you were. Sirius kicked Remus under the table breaking out of his trans.

“Th-thanks.”

“No problem, love. Enjoy boys.”

Remus watched you walk away, his heart beating a bit faster than before. Sirius and James started making “ohhh” noises but went quite the second Remus turned to glower at them.

“Drink your bloody firewhiskey.”

You kept working like normal, your mind still surprised you had the guts to do what you did. You called him ‘love’ for godric's sake. Where had the sudden confidence come from? You went back to get the empty cups from their table after a while. Sirius and James were in some sort of argument about the best quidditch players so they barely noticed you were there. Remus on the other hand didn’t let his gaze move away from you the whole time you were cleaning up the table. You reached to grab the undrunk shot of firewhiskey in front of him. Your hands had just wrapped around the glass when Remus’ hand wrapped around yours. You looked up at him, a small gasp leaving your lips at the look on his face.

“You can leave that one, love.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks darling.”

The smile Remus gave you was enough to make you warm inside. The pet name he used only made it worse. Your hands were shaking the whole time you went back to wash the used cups. Remus smiled at the state you were in. He liked the idea of making you flustered so easily.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You were flirting with her!”

“I don’t know what you're talking about?”

“Oh really so why didn’t you let her take the shot too?”

“Cause i’m going to need it James.”

“For what?”

“Liquid courage I guess.”

Sirius let out a loud laugh making Remus turn to look at him.

“A shot’s not going to help you mate. You need a whole bottle.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I think you're wrong.”

“Alright let's make a bet. I bet you won’t have the guts to ask her out.”

“Okay and what do I get if I win?”

“If you ask her out you won’t have to give us your notes for a month. But if you don’t you have to give us the answer sheets for whatever we ask.”

“You’re that confidante?”

“Yep.”

“Deal Padfoot.”

Remus placed his hand out for Sirius to shake. The long hair boy let out a wolfish grin as he took Remus’ hand into his own.

“Be ready to lose Mooney.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Remus took the shot in front of him and through it down his throat, grimacing at the sting that came with it. Then he got up and made his way over to the counter but not before flipping Sirius off.

‘That’s rude.”

You were so focused on polishing the cup in your hand you didn’t notice Remus approach the counter and sit on one of the stools. He watched you work, noticing the way you bit your lip in concentration. Remus tapped his empty shot glass on the counter to get your attention. Your head snapped at the sound, a smile popping into your face once you saw Remus.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“You want another shot?”

“Oh no thanks.”

“You could have left the glass on the table. I would go get it.”

“Yeah I know but then i wouldn’t be able to talk with you in peace. My friends can be a bit…”

“Annoying?”

“That’s the word.”

You let out a laugh and Remus wished he’d made you laugh before, you sounded like an angel.

“You can give me that if you want.”

“Oh yeah, here.”

You took the glass from Remus, your hand lingering a bit longer than needed against his. He smiled at the action causing a small blush to appear on your cheeks.

“I wanted to say thanks.”

“What for?”

“For the butterbeer.” “Oh it’s no problem. I know what it’s like to be peer pressured into stuff.”

“Yeah. In the end it worked out I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well without that shot I probably wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to you.”

“You don’t need an excuse to talk to me, Rem.”

Remus smiled at the use of his nickname. This was the first time you two were actually talking and you already felt comfortable to call him in a friendly manner. That affected him more than he led on.

“Well the shot helped with the nerves.”

“Oh please if anyone needs to be nervous it's me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well you’re older than me for one and you're stupid attractive.”

You placed a hand around your mouth just as the words left your lips. That bloody confidence popping in out of nowhere again.

“Well I have a hard time talking to pretty people. So..”

“You think I'm pretty?”

“I think you're a stunning, darling.”

You hang your head as your face heated up at the tone Remus used.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love. Not after staring so hard at me during lunch everyday you almost burned a hole through my head.”

“So you noticed that huh?”

“You’re not exactly discreet with your interest in me darling.”

“Are you mad?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“Some younger girl watching you must be annoying.”

“Not if I'm watching her too.”

You looked up at Remus, searching for a lack of honesty in his features and finding none. He was interested in you too. Remus Lupin, the boy you’d wished for for ages, likes you too. What in godric's name was going on? Your brain was still trying to process Remus' confession when he asked you out. At first you thought you’d heard him wrong.

“Sorry what?”

“You wanna go out sometime? Maybe after your shift.”

“Yeah. Yes, I'd love that.”

“Okay great. When are you off?”

“Uhm my shift ends in ten minutes.”

“Alright so meet you at Madam Puddifoot's in ten?”

“Okay see you then.”

Remus slung his legs off the stool and began making his way over to his friends but not before turning around and flashing you a grin that you returned. A date with Remus Lupin. Maybe working at the Three Broomsticks wasn’t so terrible after all.

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Ive had this idea in my head for a while now and i just had to tell someone 🤭❤️

So y/n is siblings with regulus and sirius, and regulus and them are twins. They had a good bond with sirius before he ran away and then they werent alouwed to talk to him anymore because of there mum. But a few weeks after sirius left he came back to get a few things that he really wanted to keep . But when he and the marauders sneaked in he found there mum toruring regulus and he was screaming and crying and stuff, while y/n was laying there unconscious and bleeding a lot and then you can continue :) ( also if you want make it james x reader at the endddd)

Love your stories sm ❤️

warnings: use of the cruciatus curse, mention of death eaters, mentions of blood.

safe and sound

ONE TWO THREE

Oh, all that I did to try to undo it. All of my pain and all your excuses, I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. Someone who loves you wouldn't do this.

All of my past, I tried to erase it, but now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same.

December 25th, 1976

You hated Christmas.

Not because you despised the holiday, really, but because you hate what happens during the holiday.

Your parents would always gather up the whole family at Christmas; it was a tradition that originated with your family’s ancestors. You and your brothers were forced to wear itchy dress robes and needed to be on your best behavior. For as long as you can remember, the Black family Christmas gathering was a load of hippogriff dung.

You spent the whole day mingling with your older cousins, which you absolutely dreaded each and every time you had to spend time with them, especially Bellatrix. You already had to spend every day seeing your cousins at Hogwarts, and the last thing you wanted was to spend Christmas with them too.

The only sensible cousin you had was Andromeda; you loved her like a sister, but she wasn’t welcome in the family anymore since she married the muggle-born Ted Tonks. You missed her dearly, but you still exchanged letters from time to time, you still preferred Andromeda's company rather than Narcissa's or Bellatrix's.

The gathering went well—at least the first half of it.

You were sitting on your bed, peacefully reading a book, when your mother called everyone to the Black family library. You were confused; your family never used the library for gatherings this large. You reluctantly make your way up to the library, goosebumps littering your body as eerie silence enveloped the whole house. When you opened the doors to the library, your eyes visibly widened.

All of your family members were already inside, along with masked figures in dark cloaks—death eaters—standing in a circle around another hooded figure. Before you even knew what was happening, your eldest brother, Sirius, was thrown into the middle of the room.

“He is ready, my Lord.” Your father, Orion, bowed in front of the hooded figure—the Dark Lord. “He is sixteen, just as you requested.”

“I requested nothing, Orion. I required him to be at least sixteen and willing to join in the ranks of my death eaters.” The Dark Lord’s cold voice echoed in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. “I do not intend to use the Imperius curse on every last follower into understanding and obedience.”

“Perhaps a little persuasion is useful, my Lord?” Bellatrix purred lovingly at the Dark Lord, making you want to vomit right there and then. Voldemort raised a hand, and your cousin’s crazed laughter echoed throughout the room, her wand aimed at Sirius. “Crucio!”

You felt sick to your stomach as you watched in horror as your brother’s screams rang in your ears. Sirius looked defiant, refusing to bow down to the Dark Lord. You felt paralysed, unable to move or do anything to help your brother. Tears started to sting your eyes. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to grab your older brother and just run away from all of the madness.

You suddenly felt arms wrap around your shoulder, the familiar warmth enveloping you despite the horrors in front of you. “Starlight, look at me.”

You looked up, meeting your second-eldest brother’s soft eyes. “Reggie…..”

“I know, I know, just don’t let your guard down, okay, starlight?” Regulus whispered, kissing your forehead as he hugged you tighter. “It’ll be okay; Sirius will be okay.”

You watched helplessly as Sirius thrashed on the hardwood floor, screaming as the curse coursed through his body. Despite Regulus’ assurances—which you knew were pointless—tears flowed down your cheeks as you hoped that this was all just a bad dream. Sirius didn’t deserve any of this.

“Crucio!”

Still, Sirius did not break.

“He’s stubborn, Orion, Walburga,” Voldemort sneered, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. “Perhaps we should instruct the boy on the consequences of defiance.”

“Never!” Sirius screamed as he struggled to breathe, blood spilling out of his nose from being knocked over by the cruciatus.

“The young heir must be taught a lesson.’’ you heard your uncle Cygnus say, earning the laughs of agreement from everyone else.

Sirius panted heavily, licking blood from his lip before spitting it onto the rug. “Never….in a million….years.”

“Crucio! Crucio!” Bellatrix was clearly eager to hurt Sirius, enjoying the sight of your brother writhing in pain under her mercy. It made your blood boil; you wanted to just rip Bellatrix’s throat out of her neck.

“Kill the spare.” Voldemort’s snake-like eyes landed on you and Regulus. Your skin crawled as you felt the gazes of everyone in the room fall on you and your brother.

“No!” Your mother screamed and fell to her knees in front of the Dark Lord. “My Lord, I beg you, kill this traitor instead.” She gestured to Sirius's shaking, bleeding, sweating body. “Regulus and Y/n are as noble and pure as you could ever require. My better children will willingly seek your approval and bear your mark as soon as they come of age.”

Suddenly, everything went silent. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Every breath you took was a struggle as you waited for Voldemort's decision. Finally, he turned his gaze away from you, causing you to release the breath you didn't realise you were holding. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like no one dared to move.

After what felt like an eternity, Voldemort spoke. “Very well, I will accept your offer. Bring them once they are of age. Do what you please to punish this Gryffindor.”

Regulus had his hand intertwined with yours, giving it an assuring squeeze. “It’s going to be alright, don’t worry.”

As Voldemort's followers, along with your family members, filed out of the room, you quickly rushed and kneeled down beside Sirius’ trembling body, pulling him into a hug, tears streaming down your face.

You choked back tears as you tilted his head so that he could look you straight in the eye. “Siri, look at me,” you choked out, your heart breaking at the sight of your injured older brother. “Open your eyes, please. Sirius, please look at me.”

“Hi, my little starlight,” he rasped, his grey eyes slowly opening to look up at you.

“You’re alright, I got you, you're safe,” You kissed your brother’s forehead, the taste of blood sticking to your lips. “Reggie,” you forced yourself to say through tears. “Help me take Siri back to his room.”

Regulus quickly nodded as he helped you and Sirius out of the library, his arm wrapped around Sirius’ waist to offer support while the two of you brought him back to his room. Once you settled him on his bed, you started to clean his wounds as best as you could. Regulus helped as well, casting healing spells on Sirius to ease his pain.

“I'm sorry,” Sirius said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I brought this on all of you.”

“It's not your fault, Siri,” you reassured him, tears still spilling from your eyes despite wiping them away just seconds ago. “None of this is your fault.”

Regulus handed Sirius a vial of dark red liquid. “Drink this—it's blood replenishing potion. I nicked it from Slughorn’s stash before we left for the holidays. Drink up, you'll feel a bit better.”

“We'll always be here for you, Siri,” you murmured, holding your brother's hand tightly. “No matter what, we'll be here for you, together.”

You grabbed the vial from your brother's hand, uncorked it and force fed it to your eldest brother. Sirius grimaced at the coppery taste, but swallowed nonetheless. After some time, Sirius was finally able to breathe easier, and his pain lessened. He looked at you and Regulus, the same gray eyes mirroring yours.

“Thank you,” Sirius mumbled. “I don't know what I'd do without both of you.”

“We’re siblings, it’s what siblings do—we protect each other,” Regulus said, a smile on his lips, leaning against the wall as he watched over you and Sirius with a determined look in his eyes. “We'll be okay, I promise. We just need to stick together and look out for each other, no matter what.”

“Yes, we will,” you agreed, giving Sirius a reassuring smile. “We'll find a way to get through this together.”

You lay awake in your room, your thoughts drifting back and forth to what had just happened earlier today.

Sirius didn’t do anything to deserve pain and torture. Sirius was the best big brother to you and Regulus; he always made sure the two of you were safe. Whenever either you or Regulus got into trouble, Sirius would do something worse, so he was the one who’d get punished instead. You’d always ask him why he did what he did, but he’d always say: your skin is far better than mine, starlight.

You were grateful for Sirius’ protection from your parents through the years; he and Reggie were your rocks. You wouldn’t have made it without your brothers; you loved them more than anything in the world.

It hurt you when Sirius first went to Hogwarts. You were scared he’d forget you and Regulus while he was at school. Sirius assured the two of you that it wouldn’t happen, but somehow it did. It didn’t happen until Regulus went to Hogwarts, leaving you alone to fend for yourself.

Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor; at first he was absolutely terrified, but in the end he embraced his inner Gryffindor—much to the disappointment of the whole family. Your parents specifically warned you and Regulus not to talk to Sirius while he was at Hogwarts; they wanted the two of you to cut ties with your eldest brother—just because he was a Gryffindor. Of course, you didn’t cut ties. Sirius was your brother; you weren’t just going to throw that away because of him defying tradition. But since Sirius was the disappointment, it fell on Regulus’ shoulders to become the proper heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Sirius would send letters, telling you and Regulus about his adventures while being a first year. He told the two of you about his friends, how he was excited for Reg to come to Hogwarts, and how he wanted so badly to have his siblings in Gryffindor too. It created a rift between your brothers, a rift created by your parents’ beliefs that were forced upon Regulus.

When Sirius came back from his first year, Regulus was distant from Sirius, unlike before. Of course, Sirius got worried for his little brother and asked you, but you didn’t know either what was happening because you and Regulus spent the whole year away from each other—with the exception of him sneaking into your room to comfort you when you were punished for not taking your etiquette lessons seriously, like the proper pureblood lady that you are.

The summer before Regulus’ first year and Sirius’ second year was spent in silence. The three of you locked up in your rooms until Sirius decided to be a proper Black. It was torture for you because it was slowly pitting your siblings against each other. The ideas your mother instilled upon you and Regulus were horrid and absolutely disgusting to hear from a mother’s lips—which you knew from an early age—that your mother was not like other mothers. Your aunt Druella was not like your mother—she was kind and loved her daughters—so it confused you as a child: why did Mother not love us?

Your brothers drifted apart completely when Regulus was sorted into Slytherin. Sirius stopped talking to Regulus completely—which broke his heart, but he wouldn’t tell that to Sirius; only you knew—and ignored Regulus for as long as he could while at school. It didn’t help much because Regulus became friends with Severus Snape, the person Sirius despised at Hogwarts.

Still, your brothers sent you letters to make you feel that you weren’t alone. But over the course of that year, the letters slowly stopped. At first, you thought it was because they were busy, but that wasn’t the case. They simply got caught up in their personal lives, forgetting you in the process. You couldn't hate them for it; they were entitled to their own lives outside of you; you were only their sister; you couldn’t demand attention.

You felt alone for the first time in your life. Your brothers left you alone to fend for yourself. You felt betrayed and abandoned by the people you loved most in the world. The months without them were hell. You spent all of your days being trained to be a proper wife when you came of age. You were barely eleven and training to be a wife—the only thing you’re destined to be, according to your family's standards.

When Christmas of that year came, you couldn’t recognise your brothers. Back then, one of you couldn’t be seen alone; it was always the three of you glued to each other's sides. The moment Sirius and Regulus stepped out of the floo, they immediately went to their respective rooms, not even batting an eye at each other or you either. Though it hurt, you were determined to bring back your family—your family, your brothers—and you weren’t going to let your parents’ words affect anything you had with your brothers.

You snuck into their rooms, trying to persuade them to bunk in your room, for old times’ sake, please! But all of your efforts were futile, as neither of them wanted to be in each other's presence other than yours. Well, at least they had common ground, you. Days passed, and they headed back to Hogwarts, leaving you once more. At that point, you came to terms that it would not be easy to bring your family back, but you at least had to try.

Finally, the time for you to attend Hogwarts finally came. And by some miracle, your brothers got along temporarily. It was their little sister’s first year at Hogwarts—they weren’t going to just ignore that and not be excited. Your brothers told you everything you needed to know while the three of you bunked in bed, just like old times.

As soon as you stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, Sirius and Regulus hovered over you like hawks—literally. You were annoyed, but you wouldn’t have it in any other way. Your brothers assured you that they’d still love you no matter which house you got sorted into; you were still their little starlight.

Lo and behold, you were sorted into Slytherin, like every other Black in your family. Your parents were ecstatic; they sent you an owl—a literal eagle owl that was bigger than your head—along with a box of Honeydukes sweets. Regulus was happy that you were sorted in the same house as him and was already eager to show you around the Slytherin common room. Sirius, on the other hand, was happy for you, but he was disappointed that his sister got sorted into the same house generations of family members were in—even Andromeda was in Slytherin—but you assured your eldest brother that nothing was ever going to change between the two of you.

Surprisingly, your Hogwarts years were a blast. By the time you were in your third year, you were at the top of your class and had friends in every year and house. You were popular amongst the crowd—not that you’d ever admit it—you were known as the kindest Black that ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. You made lots of friends in Slytherin and even more in Gryffindor, without your parents’ knowing, of course, because your tattletale of a cousin, Bellatrix, and with the extension of Narcissa, had already graduated prior to your first year.

Sirius and Regulus were extremely protective of you when boys started flocking over you. You had the Black family genes—full lips, aristocratic features, long black hair, and grey eyes—there was no denying that you were beautiful. But there was one boy who caught your eye, which Sirius would not approve of. Despite the fact that you had boys asking you out from left to right, you couldn’t compete with a certain redhead with eyes green as emeralds.

You loved James Potter more than just a friend.

James was kind, funny, brave, and fiercely loyal. Even though he had an ego the size of the Black Lake, he had a golden heart to match it. James never treated you like how other boys treated you; he treated you like a person, not like some trophy to be won. James had an effect on you no one else had; he made you feel like a lovesick girl whenever you’re near him—but you won’t show or tell anyone about it though—butterflies fill your stomach in a frenzy each time he looks at you. But he was your brother’s best friend, meaning he was off limits. There isn’t a written or verbal rule about that, but you knew Sirius would flip if you ever dated his best friend, which is a long shot because James Potter was hopelessly in love with Lily Evans. You hated it, but you didn’t have a choice; Lily was your friend too, and you couldn’t hate her for the things that weren't even her fault.

All of a sudden, you heard the floorboards creak from outside your bedroom, snapping you out of your thoughts. You slowly got out of bed to investigate, confused. Who the hell is up at three in the morning? Kreacher definitely doesn’t stay up this late. You placed your hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it, making sure to be as quiet as humanly possible, only to see your older brother creeping out of his room. Sirius stopped in his tracks when he noticed you, a guilty look plastered on his face, a look you knew oh so well.

“Go back to bed, starlight,” Sirius said, trying to act nonchalant but ultimately failing.

“Where are you going? Why do you have a bag packed? Are you leaving us?” You asked, your lips quivering at the sight of a bag slung over his shoulder.

Sirius sighed, walking towards you. “I’m sorry, starlight, but I have to leave,” he said gently, his breath wavering as he reached for your hand. “If I don’t, I’ll go insane.”

“What about us? Me? Reggie?”

“We can get through this, Siri; please don’t leave us…” you begged, pulling his hands away from your cheeks.

“I’ll write every day. I promise...” Sirius said, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s not safe for me here.” His chest heaved slightly. “You saw what happened, starlight—you know they’ll force me to take the mark, and you know I can’t have that,” he said, his expression solemn. “I have to leave; they’ve finally pushed me too far.”

Suddenly, the floorboards creaked again. Regulus stood behind Sirius, a confused look plastered on his face at the sight of you with tears in your eyes. “What's happening, Sirius, Y/n?” Regulus asked, worry evident in his voice.

Sirius froze at the sound of his voice. He felt you flinch in his arms. He turned to face Regulus, his eyes pleading and watery. “I’m leaving, little brother. I don’t belong here…with you lot,” he said, choking back his tears.

You buried your head back into Sirius’ chest, holding back your sobs. Your legs felt weak, and you had to grab onto your brother for support.

“You're only sixteen, Sirius,” Regulus said, his voice breaking. “You can’t just leave; you'll be disowned, Sirius.”

“I can't stay, Reggie,” Sirius replied, his voice strained. His eyes roamed over his brother's face, the pain and desperation evident in his eyes. “Mother never cared for me; father would rather die than acknowledge me.”

You looked up at Sirius in horror, tears running down your cheeks. He was right. Your parents hated him. They treated him like scum, all because he wanted to be a good and decent person. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave. We need you. I need you.”

Sirius sighed, his heart breaking at the sight of his crying sister. “I know, I know, but I can’t stand another day here. There’s so much going on—so much they expect me to do, but I can’t take this life.”

You hugged your brother tightly, silently casting a silencing charm as you let tears fall from your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your fucking parents, Voldemort, fucking ruined it all.

“What about Y/n? It's our job to protect her!” Regulus cried out, trying to reason with Sirius, his eyes blazing. “What? You’re just going to leave?”

“I know, little brother, and that’s why I need you to protect her for me,’’ Sirius said slowly, his voice barely audible.

Regulus narrowed his eyes at his older brother. “Sirius, you’re a Gyrffindor! Be fucking brave, for once!” Regulus hissed angrily, fists clenched, and his lips curled into a scowl.

“For once?” Sirius snapped angrily, moving away from you. “I have been brave for you and Y/n for as long as any of us can remember, Regulus!”

Regulus’ expression morphed into anger; his eyes were blazing with fury and resentment. Sirius took a deep breath, but before he could say anything more, you piped up. “Reg...please.”

“No, Y/n! He’s only thinking about himself-”

“No, you're only thinking about yourself—what about me? MY future—how would you have expected me to become one of Voldemort’s minions and settle down and have children with a woman I don't even love?! I don't want their kind of life, not anymore,” Sirius yelled, his voice full of anger.

You flinched at the venom in Sirius’ voice. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave.”

“I’m sorry starlight, but I have to. I can’t be a part of this twisted family and the Dark Lord's reign of terror. I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not.” Sirius said, his voice filled with pain and determination

“Where will you go? ” You whispered, looking up at Sirius.

“The Potters, James said his parents would take me in.”

Regulus’ eyes filled with anger again. “You're choosing James Potter over your own brother and sister?” Regulus hissed angrily, pulling you away from Sirius.

“Yes!” Sirius yelled, his eyes turning cold. “I'm choosing freedom and life over this twisted family and the Dark Lord! I can't stay, Regulus, and you know it. Don't try and stop me!”

“You've made your choice,” Regulus spat, grabbing your hand. “Come on, starlight.”

Sirius watched as you followed Regulus, his heart breaking. He could feel his eyes burning and his tears threatening to fall.

“Starlight..?” Sirius called out, taking a step after you and Regulus. At the word, you both stopped. For a moment, Regulus turned to face Sirius, and then he took his younger sister by the shoulders.

“Stop crying for him, Y/n, he’s weak.” Regulus spat harshly.

And with that, Sirius slung his bag over his shoulder and walked to the Floo in your father’s study. “Potter Manor!”

You and Regulus stood there in silence, watching helplessly as you let out a choked sob. “Sirius, please don’t go,” you pleaded, but your voice was drowned by the sound of the flames that engulfed him, disappearing from your sight.

Regulus pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried. “I’m sorry, starlight,” Regulus whispered, his voice breaking. “I'll never leave you, I swear.”

You clung to your brother, and tears streamed continuously down your face as you realised that everything had changed. Your brother, Sirius, the one who always protected you, was gone. And everything was going to be different from now on.

Now you have another reason to hate Christmas.

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