#objectively one of the best lupin openings of all time

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Amy's Kinkmas Day Ten

Size Kink - Remus Lupin x Reader

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Standing on your tippy toes, you reach up to kiss your boyfriend. As Remus is much taller than you, he has to lean down to meet your lips.

"You're so tiny", he chuckles, resting his chin on your head.

"'M not", you huff, leaning your head back to look up at him.

His hands around your waist squeeze, almost lifting you of your feet. He walks you backwards to stand in front of the mirror, spinning you around.

He's right, in front of him, you do look tiny. Your arms cross over your chest, "I'm not tiny."

His hand comes up to wrap lightly around your throat, "don't start a fight you can't finish", Remus says.

Your eyes roll back, not in the mood of being told that you're tiny. This, apprently, was not the best move, Remus, in one smooth movement lift you up, pushing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, his whole body wrapped around you.

"What was that, huh?" He's leaning on his lower arms, planted on either side of your head, his hips rolling once, to push his groin against you.

In this position you feel very small, his strong arms encircling you, broad shoulders covering your line of vision, heavy body against yours, "'s nothing."

He tsks, rolling his hips once more, head leaning down to kiss you again, "baby, you're so small, if i layed down I'd cover all of you", his lips kiss your nose, "it's truly amazing you even fit m'cock in you".

At the mention of his cock, you instinctively let out a whimper, it's so big, stretching you so good.

"Please", you whine, "I can take it, please."

He laughs, kissing along your jaw, "nah, baby, you're so little, gonna have to stretch you first."

This is necessarily true, but you're not going to object to his fingers filling you up. Kissing down your body, his fingers slip beneath your skirt, pulling your panties down, "there's m'pretty girl", he speaks lowly, directly into your core. Kissing your clit, his fingers start playing around your hole, circling the opening and lightly pushing the tip of his finger in.

Your hand reached down into his hair, pulling his head closer, making him moan against your sensitive bud.

He's eating like a starved man, licking, slurping, kissing. His fingers take their time in opening your hole, one finger slowly entering as his tongue licks around it. It doesn't take him many minutes before a second finger joins in, moving at a fast pace, making your back arch, moans slipping from your lips.

His lips pull away, eyes moving to your face, gauging your reaction as a third finger slips in. The stretch feels nice, it's nothing against his cock but it's definately a change from just the two.

"Go on love, let go, come for me", as his fingers plunge in and out of you, his mouth leaves small kisses along your tummy. Your fingers tense in his hair as your legs start shaking, your orgasm washing over you.

His fingers finally pull out, and he licks them clean, you know he doesn't want to waste your taste.

"Think you're ready for my cock now, little love?" He asks, dry hand pushing hair out of your face, as he kissing your forehead.

You nod, "yeah, please Remmy, so ready."

He pulls his cock free, giving it a few tugs, before lining up with your opening. His lips connect with yours, kissing you as he pushes in.

He fits, for sure, but it is a stretch, walls opening up to take him. It almost hurts, but he's used to you and knows you need the warm up, always having lube on hand in case you need it.

Your hands wrap around him, one arm around his back and one around his neck, holding him close to you. His upper body completely covers you, making him a human weighted blanket.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight", he moans, hips moving back and forth, "feel so good around me."

You love it when he tells you things like this, your walls clamping down even harder when he tells you filthy words.

"You're so small, so tiny, could probably break you in two, split you on m'cock", his control over the movement of his hips is staggering, the rhytm falling as he's chasing his high.

"Not gonna last babe, shit, so good for me", you love this, love making him feel so big and strong and sexy, love having him fill you almost the second he fills you up. You love knowing how sexy he finds you, knowing that you make him feel this good.

His hips move against yours in a final, hard thrust, before stilling as his cock almost vibrates in emtying his seed inside you, white spurts painting your walls, filling your little cunt not only with cock. This is what gets you, feeling him come inside you, and you shudder as a second, weaker, orgasm washes over you.

Remus collapsed over you, and as the intensity of your orgasm wavers you push on him, "Remmy get off, you know I'm too small for this."

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[milunalupin]

Could you do some regulus for valentines writing?

thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy :) and happy valentine's day to everyone <3

— candy grams

regulus black x reader ★ 772 words

The end of January was a cold and quiet time at Hogwarts. The holiday cheer has gone and winter truly makes itself known. Regulus Black found himself sitting in a empty nook in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower, going over his Ancient Runes essay. Shoes squeaked floors below as the other students ran outside to play. Fluffy snowflakes fell past the tall windows, Regulus' eyes flickering out the window every few minutes to watch the snowfall. If he allowed himself to, he might admit to liking this time of year. Winter meant cozy sweaters and hiding out in his dorm, reading muggle poetry books charmed to look like a spell book.

The chattering and laughter of students exiting their classes began to fill the halls, Regulus sighing softly as his peace and quiet had come to an end. He collected his things and stored them back in his satchel, making his way down the stairs past the Charms classroom. The way down to the Slytherin common room was a longer one but Regulus took his time as he was in no hurry.

A girl with a white ribbon in her hair rushed past him, but stopped and turned when she realized he was there, a smile quickly making it's way onto her face. Regulus had seen her around, a muggleborn witch with an affinity for all magical things.

"Hi! Sorry to bother you, I know you may be on your way to class or something important, but I'm selling candy grams for the upcoming holiday if you're interested in one?"

Candy gram? What the hell was a candy gram? Regulus supposed this is that 'dumb lovey muggle shit' Barty was talking about the other day. Walburga would be nothing less than disgusted if she found out he spent a single knut on a muggle object. He gives her a weird look and shook his head, declining silently.

"No worries! Have a lovely day!"

Her pretty smiled faltered but it came back up just as quick as it fell. She waved at him before dashing back down the stairs.

Regulus blinked, feeling his chest tighten slightly, shaking it off and continuing his path down to the dungeons.

Days have passed an Regulus is still wondering what a candy gram is. His mind continues to wander back to the girl and the ribbon in her hair as he leaves his last class of the day, spotting his brother's friend walking alone down the hall. He looked around to make sure no one of importance was watching him and quickly caught up to the tall Gryffindor.

"Lupin."

Remus turned in surprise as his best friend's little brother stands beside him. He notices what he believes to be nervousness masked by his composed stature.

"Regulus, can I help you?"

"What's a candy gram?"

Now Remus is truly confused. Why has Regulus Black stopped him and asked him what a candy gram is? He must have been making a strange face because Regulus glared up at him and crossed his arms.

"You're a half bre- blood, aren't you? If you don't know, then just forget any of this happened." He scoffed, waving his hand dismissively and turning to walk away. He only made it halfway down the hall when Remus called after him.

"It's for Valentine's Day. You buy candy for someone you care about, usually your friend, partner, or a crush."

Regulus' ears burn Gryffindor red as he walks away silently.

Regulus sees her again a week later. She had just returned from the Hogsmeade trip, white snowflakes sprinkled in her hair. Checking his surroundings, he carefully walked up to her as she spelled the snow off of her, quickly fixing his hair.

"Would you still happen to be selling those candy grams?" He asked, entranced by the small hairs framing her face that started to curl due to the snow.

"Absolutely! They're 15 sickles." She beamed, digging through her bag and pulling out a piece of candy with a little card attached. He handed her a few coins and opened the card up, following her finger as she pointed to two lines on the inside.

"You just write your name here, and then the person you're giving it to, here."

He stared down at the empty lines, then back at her with a small smile.

"I'm going to have to get your name then."

Her eyes widened, and Regulus had hoped it wasn't just the cold that turned her cheeks pink. Safe to say he's found another reason to like this time of year, and she wore a white ribbon in her hair.

[toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics]

Celestial Beings

Chapter Two: Talking it Out

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Summary: After many, many days of dealing with Moody's visits, (y/n) get two new visitors, who seem to be much much nicer.

Word Count: 2,285

Warnings: Torture Mention, SA Mention (it's mostly glossed over, no major details), Child Abuse Mention

A/N: Just in case I forgot to mention previously, this is not completely canon-compliant. I also have made Moody more of an a-hole, if anyone wants to know my thought process on that matter go ahead in send in a quick ask. Actually, feel free to send in an ask about anything, I would love to answer! I'm enjoying writing this, and I hope that at least some people are enjoying reading this.

Torture and pain were nothing new to (y/n), actually, it rather reminded her of home. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in the small room, nor how many times she’d had her “visits” with Moody. They rarely lasted longer than a few hours. The longest time, from what little sense of it she had, was somewhere around 8 hours.

Speaking of home, she missed it quite a bit. Malfoy Manor was a lot more cruel on the inside than most people could even guess. Not particularly any fault of Mrs. Malfoy or Draco, but rather Lucius. The head of the household, and loyal follower of her father, obeyed any and every command given. Of course, most of those orders were on how to best “raise and properly train” (y/n), which typically involved some form of torture.

(Y/n) of course, followed along as well, it was easier than dealing with the consequences. Out of everything, waterboarding was the worst. Followed closely behind spending any nights with a few perverted men, less as a consequence, more so as a reward for their loyalty to You-Know-Who. She had the scars to prove the ordeals she went through, as much as she would prefer to forget.

Even though she acted nonchalant about it all, she was still a person. She just couldn’t afford to be seen that way. In her opinion, it was better to be seen as an object or a weapon, a mere pawn on a chessboard. Then at least she herself could pretend to have no weaknesses, no breaking point. She preferred that people believed the rumors and lies, that she was as deadly as her father and as crazed as Bellatrix Lestrange.

Mrs.Weasley opened the cell door, a tired look on her face and a plate in hand. She gave (y/n) a sad smile as she set it down near the entrance.

“Couldn’t you just give him something to go off of?” Mrs. Weasley pleaded with her. “Anything so you could have a break from it all? You look downright awful, I’m worried for you.”

“What could I give him that he would believe?” (Y/n) asked, slowly grabbing the sandwich from the plate and taking a bite. “After all, I imagine it’s been at least a few weeks if not a month or so? I haven’t uttered a single thing he’s believed, including that his curses and beatings won’t work. I’m used to it, it’s what I’ve been molded to be.”

“What about something small, something that no one knows about, well You-Know-Who?” Mrs. Weasley tries, leaning against the door frame. “From what I’ve gathered he hasn’t exactly been the most caring of-”

“Don’t.” (Y/n) said flatly, meeting the older woman’s eyes. “Truly don’t go there. He cares, just in his own way.”

Mrs. Weasley is quiet after that, unsure as to what to say. She sighs, picking up the plate and turning to leave. Once the door was shut (y/n) sits back against the cold wall, no longer having the appetite for her sandwich.

“He does care. I just don’t know if it’s about me or the results I give him.” she gathers up the blanket, draping it over her legs. “No, he cares about me, what father wouldn’t care about their children? Even Lucius cares about Draco, and he doesn’t care about much else than impressing my father.” (Y/n) sat in the dark, with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company and the occasional bug scurrying across the floor.

This time when the door opened it was someone (y/n) had not seen before. Or rather two someones she hadn’t seen. Both men were tall, one with dark, long curly hair and the other with light brown, short-combed hair. (Y/n) recognized one of them as Sirius Black, the first person to escape Azkaban prison. The other took her a few seconds to place, it wasn’t until the light hit his face, revealing the scars that she knew it was Remus Lupin, a werewolf known to be heavily against her father.

“Well, isn’t this a treat?” She said, slowly getting to her feet. “A blood-traitor and a half-breed? What did I do to have you grace my presence?” Remus flinched at the mention of half-breed.

“I came down here to see who could possibly have Moody stumped,” Sirius growled, stepping in front of Remus ever so slightly. “Imagine my surprise when I see you’re nothing more than another idiot, too stubborn and ignorant for your own good.”

“I’m the idiot?” (Y/n) laughed. “Am I the one torturing the same person the same 20 ways over and over in the hopes something will give? No, I’m the one who is with-standing it because the consequences of giving in are worse than dealing with a little more pain.”

“What could be worse than everything Moody has put you through?” Remus mused. “He’s told us some of what he’s done, none of which we agreed with. The real reason we’re down here is because we took a vote.”

“A vote?” She took a step back, unsure now of the situation she was in. “A vote for what? Who gets first dibs?”

“What?” Sirius looked taken aback, holding up his hands innocently. “No, we took a vote over if Moody should be down here with you anymore.”

“We decided against it. You don’t have to deal with him anymore.” Remus conjured up a lantern and hung it on the ceiling. “From now on we’re just going to talk.”

“So we’ve moved on from physical torture to psychological, understood.” (Y/n)’s shoulder relaxed slightly. “I can handle that too.”

“No, no, no. I think you’re still not understanding.” Remus smiled, looking at Sirius. “That’s all we’re going to do from now on. Sirius has enlightened us on what you’ve probably grown used to growing up.”

“Enlightened? What would he know about any of that?” she sneered, feeling even more vulnerable than before. Somehow talking seemed more daunting than hours of Cruciatous curses and water-boarding.

“You’re forgetting what family I, regrettably, belong to,” Sirius grumbled, shutting the door. “I have a feeling your upbringing was at least somewhat similar to my own, if not worse. Your father seems to pay you the same amount of care my mother gave me, which is to say nothing unless you are their perfect doll.”

“I don’t know what you could possibly be-”

“Don’t lie, it doesn’t suit you.” Sirius glared at her, arms crossed. “Besides, you can give everyone else the whole “He cares for me, just in a different way” b.s. like you gave Molly, but it won’t work on me. I tried that too, now I realize how bloody wrong I was.”

“Sirius, we came to talk, not to therapise,” Remus warned, putting his hand on Sirius’s chest. “How about we start small, like cornish pixie small?” he glanced at (y/n) almost asking her for permission.

“Right, apologies.” Sirius took a deep breath. “Let’s just start small, right?” Remus dropped his hand and turned back to (y/n).

“I don’t see what actual choice I have,” (Y/n) sat down on top of her sleeping bag, bringing her knees to her chest. “What’s the rules then?”

“No rules, just talk.” Remus once again said, conjuring up some wooden chairs. “Would you like a chair as well, or are you okay there?”

“I’m fine.” (Y/n) watched as the two men sat down. “So, what would you like to talk about? The weather? To me, it seems the same every day to me.”

“Funny,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “But, to be completely honest I haven’t a clue.”

“What’s your favorite color?” Remus asks. “I prefer blue myself.”

“I like gold a lot,” Sirius mutters, still seemingly uninterested in the conversation. “It’s one of the few colors I can see both in my animagus form and human form.”

“It may seem cliche, but I like green.” (Y/n) admits after sitting in silence for a moment. “Not any green though, I enjoy deep greens, phthalo green is a good one, and so is forest green, and juniper.”

“You seem to know quite a bit about different shades of greens, is there any particular reason?” Sirius asked, sitting up more in his chair.

“Not really, it just comes in handy when it comes to potions and herbology.” she shrugged. The three of them were silent for a moment. “So, did either of you ever, um, I don’t know, did either of you ever find a way to sneak into the headmaster’s quarters? Because I did, plenty of times.”

“And you never tried to kill him for your dad?” Sirius seemed confused. “I feel like if you wanted his approval as bad as you seem to, you would’ve, well you know.”

“Answer my question first and then I’ll answer yours.” (Y/n) responded. “Have either of you snuck into Dumbledore’s quarters?”

“I, well, I tried to once, but not while I was still at the school,” Sirius smiled to himself. “It was after I escaped prison. I snuck into the castle looking for Peter and saw a rat head that way. Turned out to be a normal rat.”

“I never really even thought of the idea. I mean, he’s someone I imagine has a lot of security and spells cast around him to protect him from that sort of thing.” Remus admitted. “Your turn, answer Sirius’s question.”

“No, I never tried to kill him.” (Y/n) smirks. “The idea is quite intriguing though. Could you imagine how funny it’d be, if the daughter of the all and powerful Dark Lord, age 13, manages to murder the one person he fears above all else? Besides I liked school.”

“Why did you sneak in then?” Remus prodded, leaning forwards, studying her as she toyed with her fingers. “If not to kill Dumbledore, why bother?”

“To be completely and totally honest? I wanted to be the best at potions, and Dumbledore just so happened to be very close friends with a certain Nicholas Flammel. In order to be able to make a Philosopher’s Stone one would have to excel in both alchemy and potion-making.” she stood up, leaning against the wall. “He had a portrait of him in there, I would sneak in, ask him a million and one questions about potions, and then by the next time I came back I had tested and confirmed what he told me. I took great joy in Snape watching me get better at his own craft than he was.”

Sirius let out a gruff chuckle, which soon became a hollering laugh. Even Remus couldn’t contain himself, joining in with his own chorus of giggles. (Y/n) didn’t quite understand what was so funny, but watching the two of them laugh as hard as they were made her let out a giggle or two. The three of them talked, just talked for a time.

When the knock came at the door (y/n) stiffened, eyeing Sirius as he opened it. Much to her relief, it was Mrs. Weasley bringing dinner along with a small pillow. Sirius thanked her, taking the food from her arms and holding it out to (y/n), offering it to her. She cautiously took it, careful to not get too close as she retreated to her corner of the cell. Mrs. Weasley smiled and held up the pillow.

“It’s not much, but it’s better than what Alastor was giving you.” The older woman set it next to the door. “Whenever you’re ready for it you can grab it. No rush, dear.”

(Y/n) nodded, whispering a small thank you under her breath as Mrs.Weasley left. The soup and bread she had been given more than filled her up. Remus and Sirius continued talking to one another as she ate, everyone now slightly more comfortable with each other.

“I have to admit, she makes good food. Great food actually, Mrs. Malfoy has never been adept in the kitchen department, nor has anyone she’s hired either.” (Y/n) told them, licking the sides of the bowl as she finished her soup. “And as enjoyable as this has been today, I do have a serious question to pose.”

“What question?” Remus asked, stiffening in his seat. Sirius’s eyes seemed to darken as he looked at her as if he was ready to pounce if needed.

“Well, if I’m not to be tortured or forced to divulge any information, what do you expect to do with me then?” setting down the bowl she met their eyes. “You can’t possibly keep me in here forever, but you also can’t just let me out of here either. Which leaves very little option other than killing me or me somehow escaping and taking as many of you with me as I can.”

The men look both shocked and hurt, perhaps a dash of anger in Sirius’s eyes. Neither of them says a thing as they stand up and walk towards the door. (Y/n) smiles at them, pushing their now empty plate and bowl towards them.

“It’s only a matter of time as to which happens first. Personally, I’ve accepted dying in here. No resources will be wasted on a rescue for me, nor will there be anyone to mourn me. I suggest you make the decision soon before I find a way to slaughter the lot of you in your sleep.” she threatens, meeting Remus’s gaze. “Because you were right, Dumbledore does have plenty of security in his quarters, much more so than the barrier spells that get weaker day by day in here.”

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘰}~~

[moonstruck-poet]

Soft Spot

Pairing - Severus Snape x platonic!reader, Wolfstar x daughter!reader

Summary - Severus Snape, the sworn enemy of Sirius and Remus Lupin-Black maybe does indeed have a soft spot for their only daughter.

Warnings - teasing, bullying

Requested by - @roselilasstuff Hope this is good enough and thank youu<33

It was early morning, the rays of the sun just peeking over the lush green mountains to shower the world with warmth. The golden light clashed with coppery-brown irises, making them look like pools of melted honey.

You smiled from your place on top of one such small hill overlooking the gorgeous, crystal blue lake of Hogwarts.

Half an hour more, you muttered to herself. Thirty minutes more till a new school day will begin, till the Great Hall would be filled with the chattering of students, till you would once again be the object of non-stop staring.

You sighed bitterly. Five years had passed but to no avail. Every year brought new students who proved to be worse than the previous ones.

"There you are!" George Weasley's voice broke through her inner turmoil as he came sauntering towards you, slightly breathless.

"Morning George," a smile replaced that resentful frown. "What brings you here this early in the morning?"

"Nothing just wanted to talk to you," he grinned suspiciously making you narrow your eyes at him. "Come on," he urged and you let yourself be pulled by one of the few friends you had successfully made.

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"Got a new one scarface?" Pansy Parkinson, a measly third-year yelled as soon as you set foot in the Hall.

You rolled your eyes, keeping them straight while making your way towards the Gryffindor table. But suddenly it seemed as though millions of eyes were burning holes on your neck, right where you had indeed gotten a thin but long scar.

"Five points from Slytherin, Ms Parkinson," McGonagall said sternly and shot a sharp glare towards the younger girl who merely scoffed before smirking.

Sitting down at the table in your own secluded corner, you piled up your plate with whatever was within reach, not bothering to ask anyone for some syrup or jam.

Your eyes flitted to your timetable to check what all classes were awaiting you and you smiled amidst a huge bite of bacon. There was double potions today and in spite of it being one of the most hated subjects, you were proud to have excelled in it.

So as soon as the clock sounded, signalling the start of classes, you wasted no time in swinging your backpack on your shoulder and darting out of the hall. Your fellow classmates too followed your lead, not wanting to face the wrath of the Potions Master at the beginning of the day.

The dungeons were always particularly cold, so a black leather jacket, obviously a gift from your dad was snug over your frame, providing a great comfort. However your Papa's sweaters would always be the best, not that you'd tell the former about that.

Grinning at the thought of your parents you pushed open the door and sat in your allocated places which was not favoured by the others who wanted to sit with their best friends. Though you didn't seem to mind as you always worked better alone.

But maybe luck was indeed on your side as you had gotten a pretty good benchmate.

"Nice to see you smiling," Cedric Diggory laughed and sat beside you, taking out his textbooks and keeping them neatly on the table, his action mirroring yours.

"Why thank you, Ced," you chuckled back but then winced as your cheeks stretched, leading to a burning sensation from one of your fresh scars.

The Hufflepuff looked concerned but you shook him off, giving him a tight smile. The last thing you wanted to for someone to overhear and start a rant about how delicate and fragile you were.

The doors suddenly slammed shut and in strode Severus Snape, black robes billowing dramatically as he walked towards the board and flicked his wand.

The class watched in silence as instructions began appearing of the potion they were supposed to brew today. He then turned around swiftly, his dark beady eyes scanning every face to spot any shenanigans but thankfully every person was focussed.

"Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: The Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation," he spoke, his voice barely above a mutter but it was carried evenly throughout as the class listemed with rapt attention.

"Be warned, if you are too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing," Snape paused and upon receiving several nods he gave them an approval to start.

Everybody immediately hustled around to grab the ingredients, but it was all done in a systematic way thanks to the presence of a teacher who you wouldn't ever want on your bad side.

"Alright then should I get a ingredients and supplies? You're much better at this than I am," Cedric scratched his neck with a shy smile and you nodded in reassurance.

"Yep that'll work, thank you".

After an intense amount of time along with the passing of several strange incidents, it was time to stir the potion seven times both clockwise and anticlockwise and then allow it to simmer.

"Five, six, seven.. done," Cedric muttered and then checked his watch for a timer of exactly seven minutes. "And now we wait".

You sighed and pushed your slightly moist hair away from your face, "Now we wait".

The boy beside you suddenly went rigid and you looked up quizzically to only get the reason for his stiffness.

Snape was now taking rounds through the classroom as the potion was to be ready soon enough and you too looked at him nervously as he scanned your cauldron with narrowed eyes.

But then to your surprise his eyes actually softened and his hardened face relaxed. Cedric was nearly jumping with joy on receiving a nod from the teacher which most certainly was one of the highest forms of praise you could get from him.

"You must add the hellebore now, lower the flames and then allow the potion to simmer for exactly seven minutes," Snape's sharp voice snaked through the soft chatter. "If brewed correctly, the potion would emit a silver vapour".

"Godric have mercy," you whispered and lowered the flames while Cedric put on the timer and you both held your breaths, burning holes in the cauldron.

"Time's up!"

There were many mixed reactions, but a majority were definitely unhappy with whatever the hell they managed to brew. It certainly did not look like the draught of peace or even close to it.

You two simply stared as slowly silvery grey fumes were coming from the cauldron and gour face stretched wide in a triumphant grin while he bounced slightly on his feet, feeling so elated that he pulled you in a victory hug which you were more than happy to join.

Unknown to everybody else, the Potions Master allowed a small smile, or actually a slight twitch of lips to escape his stone cold persona. He was undeniably proud at the not so small achievement on one of his finest students. Yes, one of his finest.

He had trouble admitting it to himself but after all it wasn't fair to judge someone based on their family. He had experienced that first hand and was now making an effort to be a more decent person.

Atleast in the case of you. Speaking of Harry James Potter, that was a much bigger problem seeing as he totally loathed that child.

"Five points to Gryffindor," he muttered under his breath when you submitted the vial filled with the perfectly brewed concoction.

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[hauntedwitch04]

Fools in love

Remus Lupin x reader

Words: 1,8k words

Warnings: none, just fluff and idiots totally in love with each other

Author’s note: Hi everybody! It fells so good being back, I missed writing and this is the first one-shot I write in a lot of time, so I'm really grateful for every tiny bit of love you gave me. Hope you enjoy the first day of my Halloween Party

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DAY 1: “Take my sweater, I love you and i don’t want you to transform into a popsicle”

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Rain beats hard against the windows of the Gryffindor common room. The fire near me crackles, and the pieces of wood seem to break like bone after a very hard punch, as my heart probably had a few hours ago.

I've spent a lot of time by the fire, but even so, I can't shake the cold that got into my bones, in the rush in the rain I made to get back to the castle, after waiting for more than two hours for a Ravenclaw boy who asked me out, outside the Mielandia.

I still remember the feeling of the cold wind against my cheeks wet with hot tears. My sweater was now dumped on the sofa, soaked with rain, and dripping rhythmically on the floor, mesmerizing me.

The fire dances before my eyes, and I can't help but feel like two people hugged tightly, dancing to music of their own created by their love.

A little bit I feel stupid in feeling so bad, for a guy who basically I don't even like since I've actually been in love with one of my best friends for what seems like ages now, but I think the thing that has hurt me most of all is not being able to be loved even by this mysterious guy whose name I honestly can't even remember.

For hours now I've been asking myself if I'm really worth loving? Why should people fall in love with me? Am I worthy of someone's love? If I can't even date a guy I don't like, how could I ever date the one I consider the love of my life? And why the hell does Remus John Lupin have to be so perfect?

I spend what seems like days sitting there staring into the fire. I hear people passing by, coming in and out of the dorms, some stop and look at me with compassion, trying to somehow share my pain, while others whisper hypotheses and theories about why I am in that situation. I, however, remain impassive, like a marble statue, the only emotion I allow to shine through are the tears I cannot stop.

It is still a long time before I can glance at the clock without seeing it fogged up by my crying.

Midnight.

I close my eyes and pray for any otherworldly entity to erase my memory of this rainy early October day, when my thoughts are interrupted by a warm hand resting on my shoulder. I turn slightly and my breath catches in my throat for a moment, for fear that the object of my thoughts will see itself reflected in my eyes and be able to read into me, into my soul.

"Lily told me you've been stationary here for more than four hours. I had to practically make a deal with the devil to get Poppy to let me leave early to come to you, luckily yesterday wasn't too bad." He says quietly as he sits down next to me, the famous Remus Lupin, every Hogwarts girl's dream, looking at me softly. Shit, I think to myself, there was a full moon yesterday that's why I didn't see him all day. I hadn't worried about it too much actually before I went to the appointment, too caught up in the anxiety of this meeting, but now I realize what a shitty friend I've been to him. I look at him and see his face battered by sleep and exhaustion, while only a few new scratches or scars adorn his face. My eyes land on his, and selling his worried look I can't help but feel guilty and go back to crying. After a few seconds, I realize that I am not only crying out of guilt, but also out of the realization that he, the boy I love more than my own life, will never see me in the same way that I see him but only as a friend to be taken care of.

His warm hands brush my shoulders and I immediately shiver at that contact. His gaze grows even more concerned and he immediately decides to take off his heavy sweater, one of his favorites that his mother made him last year after his had all grown small when he grew up all of a sudden during the summer. As he takes off the sweater, with his arms still above his head and this one still covered by the garment, his T-shirt, which he wore underneath, rises slightly so that his athletic body covered in scratches can be seen. I feel my cheeks turn red as I look at him, but I am quickly distracted by my friend handing me his sweater.

"Take my sweater, I love you and I don't want you to turn into a popsicle," he says, fixing his hair. His words strike me more pain than a bullet, but I hide my distress behind a bitter smile, and put on his sweater. Immediately I am hit by his scent: chocolate, cinnamon, ink mixed with book pages and cigarettes. I thank him in a thin voice, before returning to silence.

"I guess I understand that the date didn't go very well." He says after a few minutes, trying to figure out if I felt like talking about it, watching me carefully as I played with my sleeves.

"Actually, there wasn't even a date." I reply, chuckling bitterly.

"What do you mean?" He retorts confused, as he moves closer to me, to study me better.

"Well he never showed up. I stood like a moron in front of the place where he told me to meet for a couple of hours, even caught some rain, then when I realized that I was merely making a fool of myself I came running back here, and I haven't moved from here since." I explain quickly, not wanting to cry again.

I see the anger mounting in his eyes as he takes one of my hands between his and brings it to his mouth.

"If anyone has made a fool of himself it's him, honey. He's a fool if he missed an opportunity like this. You deserve so much better, the best person the world has to offer." He says in a whisper as he holds me in his arms, doing nothing but twisting the knife in the wound making me bleed more and more.

After a while he breaks away from that grip and takes something out of his pants pocket, which I discover is a piece of chocolate, and hands it to me.

"Eat, you'll feel better." He tells me, but I shake my head.

"I don't feel like eating, Remmy." I try calling him by his nickname, hoping to soften him, knowing that when he puts his mind to something, it's hard to change his mind.

"Honey, I won't take no for an answer. I care about you, like a sister, and I don't want to not only see you suffer for that moron but also starve to death." He continues, pulling my face up, resting one of his fingers under my face.

I don't know why I feel something breaking inside, as if a pitcher full of water has decided to pour in, and I no longer have control over my words.

"That's exactly my problem Remmy. I'm not crying, sitting here for over four hours for a guy whose name I can't even remember, I'm feeling like I'm dying inside because what happened made me realize that the only guy I've ever really loved in my life will never look at me, if he's not even interested in me even a person who's not even worth a hole in his sock. I've been sitting here for hours crying because I'm afraid that I'm not worthy of being loved, because I'm afraid that I'll have to live with these damn feelings, because I'm afraid that I'll see this boy grow up and fall in love with someone else while I'll still be here, and he'll continue to see me as just a sister, and he just happens to have reminded me of that fact himself just a little while ago." At my last words I see his eyes light up, having realized who I was talking about, after being dark and dull throughout my entire speech. "And now if you don't mind, after screwing up our friendship, I'm going to bed." And I try to get up, but I don't make it in time because a hand encircles my wrist and Remus draws me toward him forcefully, in contrast to his delicate lips brushing against mine. It takes me a few seconds to return the kiss, unsure of what this moment might change between us, before I let myself go completely to him. I bring my hands behind his head, and run my fingers through his hair, while his hands go around my hips to take me on his lap, as we continue to kiss, as if we were suffocating and that was our oxygen.

"I love you, I love you, I've loved you for what seems like forever, and I'm just a coward for not telling you sooner." He says pulling away slightly, so he can breathe before giving me another full kiss. Then he starts giggling, and I look at him shocked, before I start laughing too. We laugh until our stomachs hurt and tears furrow our faces. Remus stands up, picks me up and lays me down on the couch in front of the fire, then lies down next to me.

"We are two idiots." I say, chuckling some more. "We are so stupidly in love that we didn't realize each other's feelings."

"We're all idiots in love, honey." Remus replies, kissing my forehead. "Sirius will never get tired of holding it against me that he was right." He says giggling and hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"Not even Lily." I chuckle in response as well, before I feel that being held tightly in her arms, sleep is slowly taking over my senses.

"By the way, you look very good in my sweater, honey." Those are the last words I hear before I fall completely asleep.

At that moment, however, neither of us knows yet that our friends will never let us forget the fact that they found us the next morning cuddled on the couch in the Common Room, in front of the fire, and I was wearing the sweater of what would become my husband and the father of my children, to whom Sirius would tell this story and how their parents fell in love and how he and Aunt Lily were right.

[lythea-creation]

I'm Nothing Like You - Remus Lupin x daughter reader

summary: (f/n) is the exact opposite of her smart and outgoing twin sister Amy. Will Remus be able to show her that love isn't tied to grades?

warnings: breakdown

word count: 1.069

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I had always lived in the shadow of my younger twin sister Amy. Growing up in an orphanage you quickly learn if you are sociable.

Amy never had any difficulties to make new friends. She was the center of attention. Beautiful, charismatic, smart, funny. She had it all.

Meanwhile I was rather a quiet and shy person, mostly overlooked.

The only thing I was good at was drawing. But nobody seemed to be interested in that.

Whenever I scribbled into my notebooks because I was overwhelmed with a task, I got scolded for playing around, ruining my expensive devices. Then they would blame my bad grades on drawing instead of paying attention in class.

They had no idea, did not even want to understand that it was hard for me to learn. Theory simply was not my strength. But instead of helping me they mocked me.

Amy had tried to support me, explain it to me. But she had given up after some time. I was a hopeless case.

I thought that might all change when we got an acceptance letter for Hogwarts. We were both absolutely excited to get to study magic, live in a literal castle instead of a run down, underfunded house.

But it turned out that I was a failure at either school.

I transformed only one half of an object, accidentally invented new potions, did not manage to fly higher than three feet above the ground.

Amy attempted to encourage me, told me that I only needed more time, but it felt hopeless. No matter how hard I tried, how much longer I trained, how many times I practiced, I just did not get any better.

What was I supposed to do?

It all took a turn for the worse in our second year, when Remus Lupin became our teacher. None of us had known that he was our father until Dumbledore had revealed it. In contrast to me Dumbledore appeared to know everything.

Amy and Remus quickly came along. Amy's easy-going nature and her awesome grades were making it hard for people not to love her.

I, on the other hand, was having difficulties to bond with Remus. Ironic that I was even failing in that matter.

We just did not have anything in common.

Instead of having a greater support system, it felt like I was falling behind my sister even more. I felt like an outcast when the three of us spend time together, even though they tried to integrate me.

I wondered if they also turned away from me if we were not blood-related.

“Now it's time to get your grades”, Professor McGonagall announced.

I was anxiously scribbling away at a piece of parchment. Remus had bought me a pencil set for my birthday.

When the professor handed me my grades, she sent me a disappointed look. I had barely managed not to fail, all thanks to Amy's help and my endless hours of studying and practicing when everybody else had been out and having fun together.

“I'm so excited to visit dad again”, Amy rejoiced during the train ride.

We had just finished our fourth year at Hogwarts. So we only knew Remus for three years now. When had Amy started calling him dad?

I was torn between being happy for her and feeling even more like an outcast.

“There are my two favorite girls”, Remus greeted us as soon as we had left the train, opening his arms for us.

Amy did not hesitate to run into his embrace.

I simply waved at him, forcing me to send him a short smile.

Honestly I was not excited to see him at all after just getting my grades. I would only disappoint him and therefore ruin the mood.

Amy and Remus were talking the whole ride home about Amy's time and Hogwarts and what they wanted to do during the holidays.

“What about you, (f/n)?”, Remus wondered. “How was your year?”

“Okay, I guess”, I stated.

I did not notice the concerned glance Remus sent my way as I was watching the landscape pass by.

After unpacking everything at home, Remus had rented an apartment for the three of us, Amy showed Remus her grades. The pride was written over both their faces, making me want to vanish.

Now of course, Remus was asking to see my grades as well.

Reluctantly I handed the piece of parchment over, hugging myself to keep me from falling apart.

I did not dare to look at him while he was scanning the page. I could not take the disappointment I was about to see in his eyes.

“(f/n), why are you crying?”, Remus worried.

I could not help it. I was feeling like an utter failure, a disgrace to both him and my sister. How could twins be so inherently different?

“Hey, what is it?”, he asked me softly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

Now I was completely breaking down, sinking to my knees and sobbing my heart out. I could not take it anymore.

Remus knelt down in front of me and pulled me into his arms, while my sister placed her hand on my thigh.

After I had calmed down Remus asked me again what was up and I told him about everything weighing me down.

“(f/n), it doesn't matter to me how much we have in common. I love you no less than Amy and it hurts me to see you so torn. Considering how hard school is for you, I think you did great. You passed all subjects. You can be really proud of yourself. Your hard work paid off”, Remus proposed. “You just have different strengths and weaknesses which isn't bad at all. Your drawings are amazing, (f/n). Don't just focus on what's hard for you.”

“To be honest I always envied you”, Amy confessed.

“You envied me?”, I reassured, absolutely taken off guard.

“You're way more ambitious and hard-working than me. You're an awesome artist and don't let society put you down. You never seemed to care about fitting in. I always adapt to make sure other people like me. You're so much stronger than me”, she declared.

I was speechless at her words. Apparently I had perceived it all wrong.

“Now who wants to go and get ice cream?”, Remus suggested smiling.

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Alternative Ending

[random-writer-person]

Who ever said werewolf’s are scary?

Remus lupin x reader

word count: 2673

warnings: none

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you were heading to your favourite class ever. Care of Magical Creatures. Today you are very worried about going because you are supposed to be learning about werewolves. your father works closely with them so you know a lot you also have a lot of sympathy for them. On top of that, you know how people are so you are trying your hardest to be calm and not lose your temper at the bigots in class. you walk in one of the first people and sit in your usual seat beside Remus Lupin.

“Morning Remus, how are you?” you put your bag down and sit.

“Oh hey y/n I’m okay how are you?” he looks up from his book to you.

“I'm okay dreading this class though” you roll your eyes.

“I thought this was your favourite subject,” he said, tilting his head confused.

“it is but today we’re learning about werewolves” You grab your parchment and quill.

“oh right you don’t like those,” he says looking back at his book and also rather sad you were about to object to him but everyone came in and the lesson began.

“Can anyone tell me what a werewolf is?” the teacher says from the projector. you raise your hand and so do some other people. he picks severus snape to answer.

“they are half-breads half human half wolf during the full moon they turn into dangerous monsters who would kill their best friend if they could hence why they are kept away from society” he finished with a disgusted look on his face looking at the wolf diagrams. you clench your hands trying to calm yourself and Remus looks at you questioningly.

“Right you are Mr. Snape they are dangerous creatchers who should be kept far away from us hence why there is a registry” Your teacher goes to walk to his desk and you can feel your blood boiling and you stand up.

“they are only dangerous because there isn’t enough research being done to find ways to help them instead they are forced to sign the registry and get locked in a cage once a month alone and don’t get proper medical attention afterwards. on top of that, there are no job opportunities for them because stupid bigots like you are too afraid of them instead of helping them they’re barely surviving then you people dare to judge them for having poor hygiene I wonder why. oh it’s because they don’t have money to pay for a place to live let alone brush their teeth.” you yell at your teacher you calm yourself down and bit grab your bag and walk towards the back of the class. Right as you’re about to leave you to turn around. “you would think a teacher would know a thing or two about this but instead he’s just a fucking idiot” you open the door and slam it behind you and walk towards the kitchens wanting to eat your anger. as you’re walking you hear footsteps behind you.

“hey I think what you did was very admirable do you believe all that?” he keeps his pace up beside you.

“My dad works closely with people like them so I’ve met a few and they’re all very nice I’m trying to help my dad figure out a way to help them. we’re all working together.” you smile up at him.

“wow that’s amazing I never knew” he looked shocked.

“I just hate how people talk about them like they’re monsters their not they’re people in an unfortunate situation that could be made better with a little bit of help” You start getting heated again.

“calm down love I agree with you it’s shity do you think I could help?” he asks wringing his hands.

“I don’t see why not I’ll mail my dad and see what you can do” You smile at him and suddenly jump in his arms. “you’re amazing Remus Lupin thank you” and you plant a kiss on his cheek after that you turn into the kitchen and wave goodbye as he walks off. after sitting in the kitchens for a while you realized lunch was soon so no point in eating you chose to just drink tea. when it was time for lunch you made your way down the hall and as soon as you walked in you heard a yell of your name you looked over and saw James Potter waving to you with the rest of his friends already with him you slowly and cautiously walked over to them.

“Uh hey, James do you need something?” you ask suspiciously of him seeing as he's never talked to you outside of classes before.

“Yeah, Remus was just telling us about the werewolf project you're helping your dad with and we want in me and Sirius that is” he smiles and points to an empty seat beside Remus for you to sit in.

“Really?! You guys want to help that's great!” you cover your cheeks with your hands smiling big. “I'll talk to my dad about it but I do not see why he would have a problem with it, and oh you're going to love the people you get to meet They are all so great and so so kind” you take a bite out of a piece of toast.

“You're passionate about this huh?” Sirius asks looking at you with a strange glint in his eye.

“I mean yeah after a year of meeting werewolves and trying to find a safe way for them to get through the full moon you get to see that they're not different than us they just have a furry little problem that comes around once or twice a month and they don't deserve to suffer more than they have to” you smile at them. James a Sirius crack a smile and start chuckling.

“A furry little problem oh Merlin that's funny,” James says slapping his knee.

“My friend Nickoli calls his that he's our age and he's been infected since he was 7” You chuckle a little with them.

“Will we meet this Nickoli?” James says looking at you and then winking you blush a little.

“Don't get any ideas he's just a friend and I don't think you guys will be able to he's been busy” You look down at your hands because he's not busy he's just given up on our movement and signed the registry. Remus’ hand touches yours.

“You okay?” he rubs his thumb against your knuckles.

“Yeah, im fine don't worry” You turn your hand around so it's holding his and continue to eat with your other the conversation has stirred off of the original one so you just sit and listen contently. After lunch, you say goodbye to the boys and head to your next class. While in class you start writing the letter to your father.

Hey dad,

How's it going with the movement? Send me all the updates and how everyone is doing after the last moon. Make sure they all receive my love.

Im writing you because I found three people who want to help with the movement. They are all very bright wizards, especially Remus Lupin. You've probably heard of the other two as well: James Potter and Sirius Black, anywho they want to help and I told them that I would write you and see what they could do.

Get back to me as soon as possible please I'll be waiting.

Lots and lots of love,

Your daughter,

y/n

After you finished the letter you ran to the owlry between classes and sent it to your dad hoping to get a response by dinner. Focusing on your classes you sort of forgot about it for a while. When you got to the main hall James called you over again and you guys just talked and ate having fun. All of a sudden an owl comes into the hall and drops a letter on your plate. A wide smile spreads across your face.

“What's that?” Remus asks calmly with a weird undertone.

“It's my dad I asked him about you guys helping,” you say while tearing the letter open.

Hello love,

Im happy to hear from you. Everyone is doing great. Im sorry to say no updates on Nickoli. Im so happy to hear that people want to get involved of course they can help we need all the help we can get. Thank you for spreading the word. I can't wait to see you this summer. I love you so much.

Lots of love,

Your dad.

“So what did he say” Sirius asked getting impatient.

“Oh sorry he said you guys can help.” I smile at them and fold up the letter.

“What else did he say” Remus asked smiling softly.

“That all the other wolves are doing good” I continue eating ignoring Nikoli because it makes me sad. Remus puts his arm around you pulling you closer.

“Everything is going to be okay we're here to help” You put your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“I know and I appreciate you guys being so passionate about it” Remus and you are just looking at each other in silence for a second. Remus seems to realize himself and looks away from you.

“Well you know it's a very important issue they need help and I would like to. As much as I can.” he coughs a little in the end.

“You're better than most people. You don't even have a connection to wolves and you still care more than some of their family members” Remus, James, and Sirius look at each other.

“Yeah about that,” James says looking down at his plate.

“What? What is it?” you look at all three of them waiting for someone to talk.

“We may have a closer connection to wolves than you think,” Sirius says chuckling a little.

“Have you met one?” you ask with a smile.

“Well yes they're here right now,” James says looking at you and then Remus.

“Oh? OH! Remus, you're a wolf?” you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Uh yeah I was bit when I was five” he looks down rubbing his neck.

“And you had to go through that all alone. Im so sorry Remus the world is so cruel. This is exactly why we need to find a solution. You are the kindest person I have ever met and you don't deserve to be locked in a cage” You rub his back comfortingly.

“Thank you y/n you don't know how much that means to me” Remus looks you in the eye sincerely.

“Of course. We should head back to the common rooms now.” you start getting up grabbing your bag and walking with all the boys catching up with you.

“Well see you at breakfast tomorrow right y/n,” Remus asked hand on your elbow right before you went upstairs to your dorm.

“Yeah of course see you guys there” I kiss his cheek wave to the others and run up the stairs.

~time skip~

After a few weeks of working with the boys you started getting very close spending most of your time together, With the closeness came your falling for Remus. You always knew you had a soft spot for Remus he was such an amazing person, You just never knew that that soft spot was a crush, Now it's developing into something even bigger. The revelation was strange, to say the least, and hard to hide but you did and you thought you did a good job at it until Sirius came to you.

“Hey y/n,” Sirius asked in a singsongy voice.

“Hello Sirius,” you ask in an equally singsongy voice “What's up?” you look at him.

“Oh nothing just a question,” he said looking around with a cheeky smirk.

“And that question is?” you ask impatiently needing to go meet up with Remus.

“What are your opinions on Remus?” his smile growing.

“What do you mean? He's great” Your confusion growing.

“No I mean like romantically” he chuckles.

“What? why are you asking?” you chuckle trying to hide the blush that is inching up on your face.

“Because I see the way you stare at him at lunch and I thought you should know that he's looking too” he put his arm around your shoulder.

“You think so?” you look up at him with hope in your eyes.

“He's crazy about you love” Sirius pointed to Remus picking flowers near where you were supposed to meet. “See you later” he gently nudged you towards him.

“Bye,” you smile at him and start heading towards Remus. “Hiya Remmy what are you doing?” you walked behind him and he jumped a little at your voice.

“Oh hi love I was picking you some flowers” he holds them out to you.

“Oh they're beautiful thank you” You take them from him and smell them. When you look back up at him he's smiling at you. “What do I have something on my face?” you start to rub your nose.

“No you just look beautiful” You start to blush and as he realizes what he said he blushed too.

“Thanks remmy I think you look very handsome” You look down at the flowers spinning them gently. You hear him cough and look up to him rubbing his very red face. You chuckle a little and put your hand on his red cheek.

“Remus do you want to go to Hogsmead with me?” you rub your thumb along his cheek getting confidence from his blush and what Sirius said.

“You want to go to Hogsmeade with me? I… yeah I'd love to go” he got even more flustered if that was even possible and you kissed his cheek.

“Great see you then I have to go mail my dad” You wave and run off flustered.

~time skip~

On Saturday morning you got dressed in the best casual clothes you have and went to the common room to find him sitting on one of the couches.

“Hey Remmy you ready to go?” you stood behind the couch he was on and he immediately stood up.

“Yeah let's go” he handed you a singular daisy. “I know their your favourite” he smiled.

“You remembered thank you” You blushed a bit and reached for his hand. “Let's go I wanna get you some chocolate” you both chuckled as you headed out of the portrait hole.

~time skip~

You and Remus made it to Hogsmeade and headed straight to the three broomsticks.

“First we power up with a butter beer then shop” You skip your way to the door.

“Find us a table love I'll order” You nod and head to the back booths. When someone sits down you assume it's Remus so you look up smiling but it's Sirius and it drops off your face.

“What are you doing this is a date” you hiss quietly. He chuckles.

“Yeah, im just warning you that Remus doesn't think that so be direct love” You sigh and nod. Sirius gets up to leave but Remus is there when he gets up.

“Hey Sirius why don't you join us” he nods towards the booth and you feel sad.

“Not gonna disturb your date moony” You look up and smile grateful for Sirius.

“Oh okay bye” Remus stutters and sits down handing you your butterbeer.

“You want this to be a date right Remus?” you tilt your head to the side a little and pick at your nails nervously.

“Yes of course I just didn't think you would want that” he chuckles a bit and you smile at him.

“I do want that” You lean across the table and peck him on the lips. It doesn't last long but it's good and as you are pulling away Remus tries to follow making you chuckle.

To think your love story started with a mixture of anger issues and awe.

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hope you guys enjoyed

XOXO

Good day night whatever

[phillipthesims]

Gen One: Chapter 11

TW: Verbal abuse

The arguments increased after Lola's birth. Each day was a different fight and unfortunately, Lily couldn't always keep the fights from happening in front of Tula or Lola. She'd be tending to the newborn and Lupin would storm in already worked up about... anything.

He hated how she folded his clothes, how she couldn't always get to folding the laundry because she was raising two young children. She told him he was lucky the laundry got done at all! That a clean unfolded shirt was better than a dirty shirt! But he never heard any of that, threatening that he should leave and never come back. That he could go sleep with anyone he wanted instead of coming home to her and two crying children.

Each time he said that, Lily would cry because it was clear he didn't love her. Maybe never loved her. He just wanted a person to clean the home, cook for him, and not question him.

So like she had done with her mother, Lily tried to pretend... say what he wanted to hear and apologize for any little thing. It didn't work, Lupin was a master at starting an argument out of nothing and making her feel worthless. She was worthless, wasn't she?

Tula... well, she heard so much more than she should. She heard the fights and when her mommy would go to her room and cry. Why was her mommy crying? Was she hungry, Tula cried when she was hungry; Lola too, Mommy said so. She couldn't reach much, but Tula was a good climber. The stool only shook a little. She ultimately managed to grab an apple and ran down to the end of the hall.

She tapped, or hit, the door to Mommy's bedroom and waited. She heard her mommy shuffle about in the room and the sniffles from crying. Then, the door opened and Lily saw her oldest daughter standing there, in her pajamas, and holding a red apple.

"Mommy, I heard your crying. So I- I brought you this apple! Cause I and baby sister both cry when we are hungry." It was so sweet... and sad, Lily had to hold back more tears as she knelt down to talk to her daughter.

"Oh Tula, thank you, but I'm... I'm not hungry." Her hand petted through Tula's beautifully pink hair.

"Oh... Then why are you crying Mommy? Are you sad?" The toddler didn't understand, but she wanted to. So that she could make her mommy happy, not sad. "Are there monsters under your bed too?"

Lily laughed a bit at that, no, not monsters. A monster maybe.... "Just... A lot of grown up things. Mommy has a lot of things to do each day and sometimes that's a lot." She tried to hide the worst of it.

"Oh... okay... Mommy, can I see baby Lola before I go to bed?"

"Of course." Lily picked her toddler up, groaning that she was getting so big and walked her over to Lola's bassinet; it used to be Tula's bassinet. The small pink baby was sleeping soundly as her older sister waved at her and whispered a goodnight. Lily took her daughter back to bed, tucking her in and kissing her head. "Sleep well Tula."

Soon, Lola became the wiggliest of infants. Her skin was indeed pink and that became clear as she grew up. However, she had her mother's white eyes and hair. The complete opposite in color to her sister. Lily had to dress her in more whites to compliment her pink skin.

And Lola could not stay still. Lily thought it was because she was always trying to catch up to her older sister. She was on the move as soon as she was able too and always tried to babble to Tula. who told her sister various stories.

Tula liked to bring toys and other objects to her sister and show them to her. Talking about how one day she too could eat apples! Whispering that the red ones are the best and not to let Mommy fool her into thinking otherwise.

Tula also told Lola about how Mommy cuts the apples into fun shapes. Stars, hearts, flowers... or Tula thought they were flowers. Also that Mommy makes a lot of cookies and dinosaur sandwiches!

Speaking of cookies, Lily saw a flier advertising that at home bakers could sell their baked goods to a local bakery. The bakery was in walking distance to the house and though she wasn't supposed to leave the house- she had so many chores to do, of course. She went anyway. The bakery gratefully accepted all of her goods and paid her well.

Lily hid that money... she didn't know what for, but she knew it'd be useful later. She did use it to buy the ingredients for her baking as she was always paid far more than the simple supplies. Therefore Lupin wasn't suspicious of Lily spending too much money. He never really noticed the extra ingredients either.

Tula, of course, got to be the master taste tester! The most exciting job for a toddler. The bakery also always gave Tula a cupcake when Lily brought in her round of goods.

Luckily because Lupin never really talked to Tula, the toddler didn't talk about the bakery. Or if she did, she only mentioned that she got a cupcake today and he'd assume Lily was baking again. There was always sweets in that fridge.

Lily often looked at her two little girls and wished she could take them away from their father. They deserved better from him... and her. They always seemed so happy but maybe that was just because they were too young to understand. And yet they were growing up so fast.

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LP's Playlist Masterlist

If something sits still long enough I'll probably make a playlist about it, so here's the playlists I've made either for my writing or for challenges within the fandom.

A generic Wolfstar Playlist if you want a themed easy listening storymode version (angst included, but it's a HFN ending with soft sad vibes.) Made this to share on HPFC if I remember correctly, so it's specifically meant to be accessible lol. Listen in order.

The playlist for Where the Wild Thyme Grows, spooky sludgy dark vibes. Weird AF. Shamefully lacking in Mammoth Weed Wizard Bastard. Great for writing horror tho. Shuffle OK.

The followup to the previous which is currently just vibes, a title, and the opening scene lol. Still dark and spooky but a little more haunted fae energy and less sludge. Shuffle OK.

MURDERWIVES. This is the three knocks playlist. Lots of post-punk and related vibes on this bitch. DAMN fun to drive to. Shuffle OK.

The ship that should not have sailed aka the cursed Remus/Ginny fic that I have a love/hate relationship with lol. Good for writing stories where the romantic leads ALSO don't want to be doing what they're doing. Shuffle OK.

When you need to feel like someone died. The Ouroboros playlist is a damn funeral march, but in like. A raw and slightly angry sort of way. Like imagine being at someone's deathbed, except you have Very Complicated Feelings about them that will probably never be resolved and you just need to make peace with that- oh, that's just the fic. Well. Here you go then. In order preferred, but shuffle OK.

A Sirius-specific playlist for a very specific Sirius that never actually ended up going anywhere but still has my heart. Also the playlist is just objectively very fun, even if there is a song on there that I actually just don't care for in hindsight. (Mother Mother is very hit or miss for me, sorry. But I was committed to the bit.) Shuffle OK.

A Remus-specific playlist, but not from his POV. Curated for a challenge. Still great fun. There is so much fucking Phoebe Bridgers and Mitski on this mfer lol. Listen in order AND on loop for best effect.

Hey so what if we made a Marauders Dark!Fic. One day I'll finish writing this thing. Too many projects. :( Anyway this is uh. A major departure from the others, and more akin to my foundational musical taste (hence why it's the longest lol.) I probably will never stop giggling about the fact that there is precisely one (1) Fall Out Boy on this one and it's very much the odd man out lmao. Great for writing action scenes with a lot of violence, physical or otherwise. Best on shuffle.

I have also chunked up relevant parts of the main All Things In Orbit Playlist which is way too long and now actually a bit outdated to add here.

Remus Lupin's Depression Hour also known as the Lost Dogs soundtrack. Covers the time from just before Halloween 1981 through the events just before Sirius breaks out of Azkaban, as covered in the ATIO-verse. CW: for themes of suicide and drug addiction. Listen in order.

Also including the LTL playlist. Literally, just the bit that's LTL. Cut out all the other crap around it from the dying embers of No Code, and the not yet published bits from Rearviewmirror. I was at one point trying to keep all the music in era, but that didn't stick well because I was spending more time researching music than writing. Once again, does best in order if you want to follow the plot. Otherwise shuffle away.

(Note: Tumblr apparently cuts you off at 10 audios. Boo.)

Anyway, this is all I've got for now. Feel free to give it a listen if you want!

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Chapter 2

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖆 few days for Harry to actually blow up his aunt. I passed the time easily. I hung up Fred's painting in my bedroom above my bed. Regardless of my feelings, it was a great piece of art and I could fully appreciate it. Next, I worked on rigging up a little stand in my bedroom so Hedwig would have somewhere to sleep.

I read Ron's book first. There was fascinating subject material, just as he'd said there would be. I read the Monster book of Monsters next which was just as easily fascinating, if not more because I loved magical creatures. Hedwig and Sadie swooped in and out of my room easily. I think they were competing about how many mice they could catch every night.

In my closet, I had the pink backpack that I had come to Lupins with. I pulled it out frequently, wondering what to put in it, if I should put anything in it at all. No, perhaps not. Besides, it'd look very out of place at Hogwarts. I couldn't remember a single pink object in the castle. Well, except perhaps Lockhart's Valentines day robes.

Finally, on the day that Harry would run from his house, I went downstairs. Dad was sitting on the couch, writing out lesson plans. We were getting closer to the start of the school year and he was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I felt proud every single time that I thought about it.

"I'm going to Diagon Alley." I declared, grabbing some floo powder from the jar next to the fireplace. Dad looked up in surprise.

"Now?"

"I had a vision." I proclaimed extravagantly with a teasing smile. "Don't worry, it's not a dangerous one and I'll be home in half an hour to tell you all about it."

"Maybe you could tell me now so I don't worry for half an hour." Dad said, a bit tersely in my opinion.

I sighed. "Harry blew up his aunt. I just want to see him."

"Oh." Dad said, frowning. "And this can't wait until tomorrow morning because?"

"I want to surprise him." I said, stepping into the fireplace. I threw down the power and shouted, "Diagon Alley."

I flew out of the Leaky Cauldron's fireplace. Tom, the bartender looked up a bit surprised. "Bit late, don't you think?"

I smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'm not staying long."

I strode off in the direction of the stairs and mounted them, listening carefully at the doors and finally I came to a room where I heard a somewhat, half familiar voice saying, "Circumstances change, Harry. . . We have to take into account the present climate. . . Surely you don't want to be expelled?"

"Of course I don't." I heard Harry's voice say behind the door. I stood alongside the wall.

"Well then, what's all the fuss about?" The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge said with a bit of a boisterous, fake laugh. "Now, have a crumpet Harry, while I go and see if Tom's got a room for you."

I heard the door open but Fudge didn't look my way, and instead strode down the way I'd come. I slipped into the room. Harry was looking in front of himself at the desk and didn't see me. I snuck up behind him and grabbed his shoulder saying, "Hiya Harry!"

Harry jumped about ten feet in the air and I watched in pleasure as he crashed into the desk behind him. "E-Elizabeth!" He shouted, gasping for breath. "You scared the crap out of me."

I grinned, grabbing a crumpet from the plate. "I'll meet you in room eleven." I said, slipping out of the room again and heading down the hallway. I unlocked the door and slipped into the room, closing the door and locking it again behind me again. Then, I sat down in a chair by the window. Hedwig was already perched on top of the wardrobe and I grinned at her.

I waited a couple of moments and then Tom unlocked the door and led Harry in.

"Hedwig!" Harry gasped.

Hedwig flew down onto Harry's arm, clucking her beak. I giggled.

"Very smart owl you've got there." Tom chuckled. "Arrived about five minutes after you did. If there's anything you need, Mr. Potter, don't hesitate to ask." He gave me a brief look, shrugged, and left the room.

Harry turned to me. "You told Hedwig I'd be here, didn't you?"

I shook my head. "She knew all on her own."

Harry came over and hugged me. "I've missed you Elizabeth."

I grinned, closing my eyes. "I've missed you too."

"Thanks for the present." Harry said. "I love the books, and the sugar quills helped at home too."

"I'm glad." I said, sitting down on his bed. "So, how's your aunt?"

"Deflated and she doesn't remember anything."

"To bad." I yawned. "She'd never pick on you again if she remembered."

"I doubt my uncle and aunt will ever have her over again as long as I'm in the house." Harry said and shrugged. "I don't mind in the very least."

I sighed, sitting up, and looking at the clock. "I told my dad I'd be back home. I'd invite you stay at our place, but I reckon you'd much rather stay here. I'll be back every day though, if you want me to."

"Yeah!" Harry said enthusiastically, which made me very happy. "I'd love that. I would come stay with you but I promised the minister I'd stay here."

"Great! It's no problem." I said, jumping off the bed and kissing his cheek. "But if you do get tired of me, tell me to stay home, kay?"

I exited the room before he could answer and sprinted back to the fireplace. Tom didn't even look up as I disappeared back to my living room.

Dad was still sitting on the couch, looking a bit anxious. "That was thirty-two minutes and twelve seconds, Elizabeth."

I looked at him, open-mouthed. Had he really kept track of every second?

Looking at my face, he burst into laughter. "I'm just joking. I don't know how long you were gone."

I sighed and then joined in the laughing with him. Then I sighed, "I'm going to go up and take a shower." I hesitated. "Are you going to be alright?"

Dad sighed, bookmarking his spot. "Elizabeth, I turn into a werewolf every month. Of course, I'm going to be fine."

I hesitated. Dad stood up and came over to me and gave me a tight hug. "I'm going to be fine, Elizabeth."

I nodded and headed up the stairs, my throat to tight to say anything. Dad would become a werewolf in a week or so, right before term started too! I felt horrible and a wave of anger and determination washed over me in the bathroom. I would make a werewolf cure, I would!

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𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 couple of days, I spent the majority of my time with Harry. He liked to spend the majority of the day at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, working on his homework. Our Uncle and Aunt hadn't let him do his summer homework so he was catching up on it now.

Florean Fortescue knew a lot about medieval witch burnings and loved to talk to both Harry and me about them, considering that was what our History of Magic essay was on. In fact, he knew so much that I threw my old essay in the fire and started on a new one. He also gave Harry and I free sundaes every half an hour.

I didn't like this much, mostly because I felt bad and knew a lot about businesses. So, I usually added the sum total of the sundaes up and left the money in the tip jar. I think he knew I was doing this though because our sundaes seemed to get larger every day.

Harry was also practicing the art of self control. This made me laugh but since he'd never had his own money, he finally knew how hard it was not to spend it on cool things. I had grown up poor, but before I learned about money, nearly everything I asked for- usually books- dad found a way to provide it or find a substitute. Once I learned about money, I stopped asking for stuff. I had practiced self-control for a long time until I'd found my fortune under Gringotts.

Harry and I also got our books one day. I'd been begging him to do this for ages and finally he gave in.

It was a bit funny as we entered Flourish and Blotts, the manger came hurrying towards us. "Hogwarts? Come to get your new books?"

"Yes." Harry started to say, pulling out his list, "I need-"

"Get out of the way." The manager said quite impatiently, pushing past us. He drew on a pair of thick gloves and picked up a walking stick and proceeded toward the door of the Monster Books' cage. I supposed they were being kept in the cage so that they weren't scuttling all over the shop, tearing up other books.

"Hang on!" Harry said quickly. "We've already got those."

"Have you?" There was a flash of relief on the manager's face and he put the stick and gloves back down. "Thank heavens for that. I've been bitten five times already this morning-"

There was a loud ripping noise as suddenly, two of the books seized a third and started to rip it apart.

"Stop it! Stop it!" The manager said, picking up the stick again and breaking them apart. "I'm never stocking them again, never! It's been bedlam! I thought we'd seen the worst when we bought two hundred copies of the Invisible Book of Invisibility- cost a fortune and we never found them. . . Well. . . is there anything else I can help you with?"

I strode towards the Monster's cage and stuck my hand in, rubbing my finger along the binding. I did this with each book and they all stopped scratching and tearing and biting and stacked on top of each other nicely. I turned back around as the manager gaped at me.

"Yes." Harry said, looking down at his list and smiling. "We need Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky."

"Ah, starting Divination, are you?" He led the two of us to the back of the room where a small table was stacked with books like Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks, Broken Balls: when Fortunes Turn Foul, and Intro to Tarot. "Here you go." The manager said, handing me my copy.

I rattled off the rest of the books that I needed and watched Harry out of the corner of my eye as he observed a book called Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst Is Coming.

"Oh, I wouldn't read that if I were you." The manager said, my letter in his hand but addressing Harry. "You'll start seeing death omens everywhere. It's enough to frighten anyone to death." When Harry didn't answer, he pressed Unfogging the Future into his hands, breaking Harry out of his trance.

"Anything else?" The manager asked.

"Yes. Er- I need Intermediate Transfiguration and the Standard Book of spells, Grade three."

The manager bustled off and brought back our books, handing each of us our relative stack. I grabbed the Intro to Tarot book and tucked it under my arm.

We paid for our books and left Flourish and Blotts. Harry didn't speak a single word and kept bumping into things, seeming a bit dazed. I kept my mouth shut though. I guess Sirius had gone and seen him too. Unlike me however, it seemed Harry didn't remember him. I said good-bye as we reached the Leaky Cauldron. It was nowhere near the time for me to leave, but he didn't seem to notice as he stumbled up the stairs to his room.

At home, I dumped the books on my bed and went back downstairs, grabbing my jacket. It was raining outside and I splashed in puddles on my way to Trang's house.

I arrived at Trang's house and knocked on the door and she let me in. Actually, she pulled me in and I stumbled over the doorstep.

"My American celebrities magazine just came in!" Trang said, giggling and I continued tripping over my own two feet as she dragged me up the stairs without waiting for me to catch my balance.

I was a bit interested. I didn't know much about America though I'd studied some of their history. I heard that their entertainment was grand though.

We went up to her bedroom and she pulled out some of her magazines, the newest on top. We looked through them together.

She kept pointing out different guys and asking me if they were cute.

"Is he cute?" She asked, pointing to a white guy. He was wearing a nice suit with a white shirt and red tie. He had a wonderful smile and I looked at his description. He was in real estate and had a cameo in Home Alone 2.

"He is handsome." I corrected, blushing a little, looking for his name. Donald Trump. "So these are the men you have in America?"

Trang giggled, "He's much older now, but yeah. What about this guy?"

I looked at the picture. He had the thin makings of a mustache and black hair, a bit curly. He seemed to be surprised in the photo that he was in. I looked at his description. Played Iron man in all the movies.

"Robert Downey Jr?" I asked, my voice squealing. "I'm in love with him!"

Trang chuckled. "All the Marvel actors are quite good-looking, aren't they?"

I rolled my eyes. "Have you seen Paul Bettany? Will Smith? Personal favorite, Benedict Cumberbatch."

"Actually, he's British." Trang laughed again. "Who's your favorite American actor?"

I leafed through her celebrity magazine. "Donald Trump." I finally said.

Trang rolled her eyes. "Have you ever even watched any of his movies?"

"Yeah!" I lied. "Okay, no, but I think he's hot."

"He is, isn't he!" Trang agreed dreamily.

We spent the rest of the afternoon looking through the magazines and pointing out whos hottest and then moved onto British celebrities and ranking the Beatles from hottest to least hottest. I ranked mine as John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, and George Harrison. Trang ranked hers as Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, John Lennon, and George Harrison.

Then, we moved our conversation to school.

"So, you're dads got a new job, again?" Trang asked innocently, reorganizing her magazine collection. It was sad to see that her American collection had grown larger than her British one. (I didn't blame her. The American guys were definitely hotter and if I was old enough, I would've married Robert Downey Jr- or so I believed. But that was only if Benedict Cumberbatch was still unavailable).

"Yeah, he's actually is going to be a teacher at my school." I said slowly, flipping through a different magazine. All the guys in this one were surfers. Usually blond, rather tan, and blue eyes. I wasn't sure if the magazine was for the surfboards or the guys.

"Oh! That's very interesting." Trang asked, still leafing through a magazine. It seemed a little to fast for her to actually be reading it. Her voice was very breezy too. "What subject is he going to teach? I didn't realize he had a teaching degree."

My cheeks flushed the way they did when I was caught keeping the magical world from Trang. I decided to go as close to the subject as possible. "Mythology."

There was a hint of recognition in Trang's eyes and then it was gone. "That's interesting. So magical creatures and stuff like that?"

"Yeah." I said, nearly holding my breath. "So what about you? How's school for you?"

Trang went along with the subject change. "Well, it's certainly interesting. I'll be starting freshman year and I've taken up an instrument, I told you that, didn't I?"

She'd mentioned it briefly in one of her letters. "I think so." I said.

"Viola." She said. "I'm not very good at it though."

"I bet." I said, a smile growing on my face and a teasing look in my eyes.

She looked at me in fake hurt. "You take that back, right now!"

"Make me!" I said, leaping to my feet and grabbing a pillow. She grabbed a larger pillow and we started to attack each other. I smacked her across the hips and she slammed her pillow over my head. I stumbled back and attacked her legs. We collapsed on each other, laughing and giggling and wrestling.

We lay there for a long time, laughing and catching our breath.

"ARE YOU GIRLS OKAY UP THERE?" Trang's mother called from downstairs.

This brought on another bout of giggles and then Trang sat up and said, "I have a secret to tell you." Her eyes were shining. She whispered in my ear, "I started my period!"

"Really!" I shrieked, a bit jealous. She was growing up much faster than I was! "Lucky!"

"Not really." She said, giggling uncontrollably. "My back hurts like hell."

I asked a multitude of questions about what it was like, what it felt like, etc. I knew I had reached the age that it usually started and I couldn't wait. Or, based on what she was saying, perhaps I could. But I was in awe because I didn't know what it would be like and I didn't have a mother or mother like figure in my life to tell me. . . perhaps Mrs. Weasley but that would certainly be one awkward conversation. Trang was like my sister (though I'd always thought of her as a little sister). Now, I thought of her like my big sister, telling me the secrets of adulthood.

"GIRLS?" Trang's mother called up the stairs.

"YEAH, MOM?" Trang called back in an annoyed tone.

"THAT TV SHOW YOU GUYS WATCH. . .SCOOBY-DO I THINK IS ON! DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU WANTED TO WATCH IT?"

"Oh yeah. . ." Trang muttered and I sat up quickly. She turned to me, "You want to watch?"

I scoffed. "Of course I do. Scooby-doo is one of the best shows out there!"

"COMING!" Trang called down the stairs.

We sprinted from her room down the stairs and into the living room. The TV was already on, the Scooby-Doo theme song playing.

You know we got a mystery to solve so, Scooby-doo be ready for your act- don't hold back-

"And, Scooby doo, if you come through you're gonna have yourself a SCOOBY SNACK!" Trang and I sang together, collapsing on the couch and giggling. Trang grabbed the remote, turning it up.

Lovely, buttery smells wafted in from the kitchen and Trang's mother brought us out Cola's and popcorn. We thanked her and settled in for an hour of about four Scooby-doo episodes.

Trang's mother invited me to stay over for dinner but I said good night and headed home. I'd stayed over later than I should've but I had a fancy for Scooby-doo. I know, childish, but it was my favorite show and Dad didn't have a TV.

Dad had dinner ready and I felt a bit bad. I usually made dinner and I never wanted him to make dinner. He wasn't a bad cook, but he'd taken me in and I wanted to repay for it.

"Elizabeth?" He called as I closed the door behind me.

"Yeah dad?" I asked, sadly. I knew what tonight was and that was another reason I should've made dinner. He'd stayed longer than he should've.

"I have to go."

"I know, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. I lost track of time."

Dad rushed from the kitchen and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry about it." And then he was rushing out the back door and I heard a crack which meant that he'd apparated.

I felt a heavy weight of anxiety settle on me and I went to bed without dinner.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, I woke up with a heavy heart, knowing that tonight Dad was going to turn into a werewolf.

Dinner was still on the stove, having not been eaten last night and, cursing under my breath, I threw it in the garbage. I'd have to make something for dad when he came home tomorrow morning. . . something to eat before we boarded the train.

I met Harry in his bedroom and we wandered out after he'd eaten breakfast. We went back to to the Quidditch store. Harry came here every day because he wanted to look at the Firebolt. My stomach turned with anticipation every time I saw it. It was the most gorgeous broom I had ever seen since Silver Arrows. Even my Nimbus 2000, a wonderful beautiful broom, somehow wasn't in the same beauty rank as this one.

The cherry handle and all the twigs that gave it the impression that it was on fire near the end. I sighed. I had the money in my vault. I wondered if it would even make a dent. But there was no way that I was going to empty my vault on a broom. What if dad had a financial issue and our vault couldn't fix it and I didn't have any gold in my separate vault because I'd spent it on a nice broom?

"Let's go to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor." I said suddenly, a flash of a vision lingering in my eyes.

Harry pursed his lips. "I don't know if that's where we should eat today."

I rolled my eyes. "That's not why I want to go there." I grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the Ice Cream Parlor.

"Elizabeth! Harry!" Hermione called from one of the seats at the Ice-cream. Harry grinned at me.

"Finally!" Ron said as we sat down at the table. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you'd left, and we went to Flourish and Blotts, and Madam Malkin's, and-"

"I got all my school stuff last week." Harry said and then asked, "And how come you knew I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Dad." Came Ron's one-word answer.

"Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I didn't mean to." Harry said as Ron roared with laughter. Under any other circumstances, I would've laughed too, but I just smiled. "I just- lost control."

"It's not funny. Honestly, I'm amazed Harry wasn't expelled." Hermione said sharply.

"So am I." Harry admitted, frowning at the table. "Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested." He looked at Ron and then at me and then back to Ron and asked, "Your dad doesn't know why Fudge let me off, does he?"

"Probably 'cause it's you, isn't it?" Ron shrugged. He was struggling to speak without breaking into laughter again. "Famous Harry Potter and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry'd do to me if I blew up my aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would've killed me." I did laugh at this but it was a bit thin. "Anyway, you can ask Dad this evening. We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight too! So you can come to King's Cross with us tomorrow Hermione's there as well!"

Hermione nodded, beaming. "Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things. Are you staying over, Elizabeth?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm going with Dad to Kings Crossing tomorrow." At least, I certainly hoped so. I didn't foresee any trouble though.

"Excellent." Harry said happily. "So, have you got all your new books and stuff?"

Ron reached into his bag and pulled out a thin box that I knew contained a wand. "Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. And we've got all our books. What about those Monster Books, eh? The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two. They were fine until he handed them to us. Once Hermione and I touched em, they came to life and we dropped em and they started tearing up other books."

"What's all that, Hermione?" Harry asked, pointing to the three bulging bags next to her chair.

"Well, I'm taking more new subjects than you, aren't I?" Hermione asked a bit defensively. "Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Divination, the Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies-"

"What are you doing Muggle Studies for?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes. "You're Muggle-born. . ."

I stopped listening. I was so worried about dad. I shouldn't have come today. The last time I'd left the house before he'd come home. . . our house had been robbed and I thought I was going to be murdered.

"Elizabeth?" Harry asked, bringing me back. Ron and Hermione were standing up with their bags and I quickly jumped up.

"Sorry." I muttered and trailed after them as we made our way to the Magical Creature shop. I supposed that Hermione was going to get an owl then. Or a big huge fluffy orange cat was what she really was going to get.

"So, Elizabeth?" Ron asked, "What kind of owl is Hermione going to get?"

I sighed. "She's not."

She gave me a look, "Then what am I going to get?"

"A cat named Crookshanks." I said in a dull voice. "He's a big orange cat."

"Yes." Ron sniggered. "We got that he was a cat the first time."

"I'm going to wait outside." I said. Ron and Hermione went in but Harry stayed outside a moment longer.

"Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "No. I'll tell you eventually, just not right now, kay?"

Harry nodded his head and headed into the shop. I closed my eyes. I wanted to see dad arriving home safely. It took a heck of a lot of concentration and a lot of mis-visions taking place at Hogwarts. Eventually, I found a vision of dad sitting on the Hogwarts train, his raggedy trunk up in the luggage compartment, fast asleep.

I opened my eyes, a weight lifting off my chest. Suddenly, Scabbers- Ron's rat- shot out of the Pet store. I quickly lunged and picked him up.

"Yeesh, Scabbers." I said. "The cat wasn't going to kill you." I stared at him a bit longer. "To bad it didn't." I added on for a random reason. I felt a sudden intense dislike for the rat. But that might have been because I absolutely hated rats.

Ron and Harry raced out of the shop, looked around, and I held Scabbers out to Ron. I didn't want to touch such filth.

"What was that?" Ron asked Harry.

"It was either a very big cat or quite a small tiger." Harry said placidly.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked, looking around.

"Getting her cat." Harry said.

At that moment, Hermione came out clutching a large orange cat with a squashed face. It was also a bit bowlegged. Seeing it in the light made me realize that it wasn't orange, but rather ginger.

"You bought that monster?" Ron asked, his mouth hanging open. He turned to me, "That's the cat that you saw?"

I nodded, my lips twitching. "Don't you think you're overreacting a bit?" I asked innocently. I personally hoped the cat killed Scabbers. . .but why? Why the sudden intense disliking of Ron's pet rat? Each year, there was someone I didn't like for uncertain reasons until they were revealed at the end of the year: Quirrell, Lockhart, and now a rat. I shrugged. I supposed I'd find out eventually as I always did.

"He needs rest and relaxation! How's he going to get it with that thing around?"

I sighed. "They will be in separate dorms. Now, can we please go up to the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Hoping to see Fred?" Ron asked, flashing me a smirk.

I blushed bright red and muttered something along the lines of no, not at all. The others laughed and we headed up the street to the Inn.

We entered and found Mr. Weasley sitting at the bar, reading a newspaper. "Harry! Elizabeth! How are you?" He asked, looking up as we came in.

"Fine, thanks." Harry said.

"Wonderful." I said, just a bit too heartily, "How are you, Mr. Weasley?"

"Ah." Mr. Weasley said, putting down the paper and showing the picture of Sirius Black staring up at us.

"They still haven't caught him, then?" Harry asked, interested.

"No. They've pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to try and find him, but no luck so far." Mr. Weasley said, polishing his glasses quickly before putting them back on.

"Would we get a reward if we caught him?" Ron asked, interested. "it'd be good to get some more money-"

"Don't be ridiculous, Ron." Mr. Weasley said shortly. He looked very stressed, I realized. A bit like Dad before a full moon. Just not as sick looking. "Black's not going to be caught by a thirteen-year-old wizard. It's the Azkaban guards who'll get him back, you mark my words."

Before anymore could be said, Mrs. Weasley showed up in the bar, laden down with shopping bags and followed by the twins, Percy, and Ginny.

Percy walked up to Harry and held his hand out solemnly like they'd never met and said, "Harry. How nice to see you."

"Hello Percy." Harry said, a quiver in his voice. Like me, he was trying very hard not to laugh.

"I hope you're well?" Percy said, pompously, shaking hands.

"Very well, thanks-" Harry said with a hiccup, still trying not to laugh.

"Harry!" Fred said, elbowing Percy out of the way. My laughs were about to come through. Fred bowed deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy-"

I started giggling.

Now, George elbowed Fred out of the way, seizing up Harry's hand. "Marvelous. Absolutely spiffing."

I was openly laughing now. Percy was scowling.

"That's enough, now." Mrs. Weasley said, exchanging a look with her husband. I looked back. He was grinning as well, covering it up now that Mrs. Weasley was scolding him.

"Mum!" Fred said, turning and seizing her hand into both of his. "How really corking to see you-"

"I said, that's enough." Mrs. Weasley said and the shopping bags went into an empty chair. "Hello, Harry dear. Hello, Elizabeth. I suppose you've heard our exciting news? Second Head Boy in the family!" She said, swelling up with pride. Percy was wearing the silver badge on his chest.

"And last." Fred muttered under his breath. I giggled again.

"I don't doubt that." Mrs. Weasley said, frowning. "I notice they haven't made you two prefects."

"What do we want to be prefects for?" George said, looking as though he was allergic to the idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life."

Ginny and I laughed.

"You want to set a better example for your sister!" Mrs. Weasley snapped at them.

Percy said, "Ginny's got other brothers to set her an example, Mother. I'm going up to change for dinner. . ."

He strode proudly up the stairs while the rest of us laughed. George heaved a large sigh and turned to Harry and I. "We tried to shut him in a pyramid. But mum spotted us."

I giggled and then glanced up at the clock. It was getting on pretty late. I should go back to the house for dinner. . .Dad would be home from last nights full moon. . .

"Hey Liz!" Fred said, coming up to join our little cluster.

"Hey Fred." I said, blushing. "Thank you for the birthday present, it was real lovely."

Fred grinned. "Oh, glad you liked it. You figured out how to enlarge it then?"

"Dad did it for me." I said.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Fred asked.

I hesitated. "I'll ask my dad. But probably not."

"Alright." Fred said, seeming a little disappointed.

I waved bye to all of them and went back home. I tripped over my own two feet getting out of the fireplace and landed on the floor.

"Ow. . ." I muttered, getting up and wiping the soot off my knees. "Dad?" I called out hesitantly.

There was no answer and my heart started pumping. I thought about going back to the Leaky Cauldron to get the others but thought against it. Perhaps dad was outside. I hurried into the kitchen, pausing to look at the calendar. Oh wait. . .tonight was full moon.

For some reason, he had changed his spot for transforming into a werewolf. He still hadn't told me why. That's why he left yesterday. It still threw me off, always making me think that the night he left was the night of the full moon. But no, tonight was full moon.

Well then, I would go back to the Leaky Cauldron and eat dinner with the Weasleys. I'm sure dad wouldn't mind as long as I was back in time to pack. . .I'd have to pack for him too.

I waited until dinnertime, reading It by Stephen King. It was a vulgar horror book, with many cuss words and sexual occurrences. I knew dad hadn't read it because if he had read it, I certainly wouldn't be sitting here reading it right now. He'd have burned it before letting me read it.

At the moment, I was reading a very vivid scene in the beginning of the book between Beverly and her husband Tom. Tom was reliving some of the nights he'd 'trained' Beverly so that she didn't smoke cigarettes. Very strange feelings came over me whenever I read that part and I didn't completely understand the feelings at all.

Despite that, the book was very good, though a bit inappropriate, and I read it over and over again between other books.

When dinnertime came, I went back to the Leaky Cauldron and joined the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry. I sat between Fred and Ginny, talking to each of them in turns.

There were five different courses that we ate through. Well, they did. I'm a picky bird. First there was an appetizer of bread and fruits and cheeses. And then soup and salad followed by some sort of magical food that I'd never had before. There was stew after that with more bread followed by spotted dick.

Then, for dessert there was chocolate pudding. I didn't care for it much and nibbled around it. The conversation was very light and fun. I'd never quite eaten in an atmosphere like it. If it was dad and I, we might be reading or doing mundane talk. If it was Trang and I, we were talking about American, British or Australian actors or American politics or American food (I found out that American pizza wasn't a disease after all, but quite like an Italian pizza just with more grease). At Hogwarts, well I usually didn't eat with everyone else at Hogwarts.

As we neared the end of dessert, Fred asked, "How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?"

Oh, I had forgotten that they didn't have a car again. I quickly glanced at Mrs. Weasley and felt guilt surge through me. I put my spoon down. I had forgotten to put gold in their vault this year. I'd have to do that next year.

"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars." Mr. Weasley said in what he probably thought was an offhand, causal voice. Everyone except Mrs. Weasley and I looked up at him.

"Why?" Percy asked, curious.

"It's because of you, Perce." George said in the most serious voice he could muster. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-"

"-for Humongous Bighead." Fred finished for him.

Everyone except for Mrs. Weasley and Percy snorted into their pudding. I was a bit surprised that Mr. Weasley had laughed, simply because Percy was his son, and that Hermione had laughed, because she liked Percy. But then, again, it was funny.

"Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked, trying to be dignified and show that he was above petty insults. But he clearly upset because he'd said 'are' instead of 'is.' Why is the Ministry providing cars, Father? I may not have mentioned this before, but I hate improper grammar.

"Well, as we haven't got one anymore, and as I work there, they're doing me a favor-" Mr. Weasley said, his ears red. But he'd said the sentence so casually.

An unexpected flash was in my head.

"Elizabeth?" Mrs. Weasley asked and I jerked, "Are you okay, dear?"

"Oh!" I said, bit loudly. "yeah, I'm fine." I blushed and looked down at the table.

Dinner finished and the Weasleys started to make their way upstairs, but I grabbed Harry's arm and jerked my head towards the door to the back of the Inn.

"What did you see?" Harry asked the minute we were outside. He tapped the proper brick and we started to walk down the street of Diagon Alley.

"Well, it wasn't much, but it was the answer to why Fudge let you off without any punishment, and why the Ministry is giving Weasley the car. It's why the Weasleys even stayed over a night instead of staying at the burrow. It's cause of Sirius Black. The Ministry believes that Black is coming after you."

"After me?" Harry asked incredulously. "But why?"

I shook my head. "That part, I don't know. Nor do I even believe or know if he really is coming after you. However, it's believed that he is coming after you because he was friends with ou- your father. I don't know all of it though."

Harry looked stunned.

"I have to go, Harry." I said and we turned back around. Once we were back in the Inn, I said, "Harry, Mr and Mrs. Weasley will be talking about it in the parlor. I don't know if you've missed the conversation by talking with me, but maybe you could catch something."

I waved, hopped in the fireplace and went home. Was Sirius after Harry? If so, why? I climbed the stairs, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. I rolled over and over, distracted by the fact that dad wasn't home yet. Finally, I got out of bed, and went into Dad's room, grabbing a throw blanket and fell asleep in his bed.

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[hitmyheadagainstthewall]

The light covering everything in yellow, orange and red

Summary:

Dazai himself was there beneath the dim light from the sign, leaned against the doorframe, his partner was wearing a hospital gown—looking recklessly pathetic.

“Hey," Chuuya acknowledged.

“Hey,” Dazai responded.

-

or, Dazai got captured and Chuuya takes care of him on the aftermath.

In less than an hour the stool where he was sat was left empty, and Bar Lupin was ten-yens in debt. He never liked sake, anyway.

For weeks, or months, perhaps—long enough for Chuuya not be able to say with the tip of his tongue and quick thinking—, his colleagues in Port Mafia were not able to organise a reunion, or just talk with each other outside of a bloody mission, the heavy weight of lives over their shoulders, the aroma of madness, and grief.

Somewhere inside Chuuya, deep in his guts, at the bottom of his mind, he missed it.

The warmth that domained his chest when he was around his people, familiar faces everywhere he gazed, he missed it; the heat of the alcohol sliding down his throat and sitting wrong into his stomach, as his organs had shifted placement, however it was mixed with himself amid of his drinking companions—felt like home.

(One day, in his forsaken life, he will outgrow it. He will find comfort at his own singularity, and trust no-one but himself, because nobody is worth it. There , he was sixteen, and he was human.)

God knows that he had not been able to enjoy it for at least a year. He doesn’t have the time.

Dazai. Dazai Osamu.

The contradictions of his partner made him capable of appearing in the rushen encounter of his friends at the Bar Lupin, in the first place.

Dazai had become a enduring partner, not only because of the boss orders, where neither of them had the whim to disobey, but because Chuuya started to understand the person fighting at his side better than his own skin—and it was not the easiest—, and he was determined to learn even more of Dazai’s depth, as well the weight of his mind.

It had maintained him occupied.

They had been tossed back and forth, mission after mission; days, weeks, closer to months, where they had the misfortune to spend together with no outside communication, stuck with each other in hideouts scattered everywhere, and locked inside cells into enemy’s territory. Just so Mori would give them a tap on their shoulders (or a punishment—even though he never received much of those, and he was not as stupid as Dazai liked to pretend he is.)

Chuuya hated him.

His partner; annoying at the best, with his talking and with his gestures, just altogether provocative. They could (and would) wrestle for days, non-stop. Nevertheless, Chuuya had seen Dazai build brick-by-brick of a new wall of his facet towards foreign people, but keep the old, chipped on the borders ones towards him—all masks made from clay, sagging within the heavy gravity.

(He will understand, in the future, that he had mined on dead soil. Nevermind Chuuya gave Dazai his truth, and his soul, Chuuya never gave Dazai purpose.

How selfish can it be? Expect compassion from the inhuman. Fortunately, he expected nothing at all.)

Chuuya was not the most academically gifted person to wonder the Port Mafia’s paths, no matter how much it hurts him to admit; he, as well, struggled to understand the simpler of schoolarity subjects, biology, quimics, mathematics—he understood physics, nonetheless, or at least the most important slice of it.

“Osmosys,” Dazai had humbled for Chuuya once. His provocative tone falling into a soft sigh, more thoughtful, “is the easiest way to learn about anything on this planet.”

Himself, was the gravity pull, and he comprehended easily, with the littlest complies, as he fell into Dazai Osamu’s orbit. Albeit, every object with mass has the urge to fall.

He needed a fucking break.

Their operation—the one that Dazai commanded from afar, and Chuuya obeyed because in some point between trying to crack his partner’s cranium open against the wall but also preparing hot cocoa for their sore throats during nights neither of them were going to sleep, he gave Dazai his life—was a success, at least for their superiors.

His partner gave the command to evacuate their man, despite Chuuya’s angered barks towards the enemy’s base (how antagonic to say, considering what he is). That day, Dazai muttered towards him, “Take control of the mission— don’t question it at least, alright? Be back here when I give you the sign.” He might have added a “Good dog!” he doesn’t remember.

The mission was for the recovery of leaked confidential files; it took weeks, and yet Chuuya was not aware of what those files contained. Leaked, a formal way to say the papers were transferred from the underground by a traitor, unknown, that was able to come out clean.

Dazai was able to track down those documents into a building disguised as a Nonprofit Organisation amid the crowded urban centre. Chuuya knew that attacking a “light-hearted” business was not close to being one of the cruellest things the mafia could do to protect its own interests.

But they did not.

They did not, and Dazai disappeared for a weekend after that short command.

The sign came as a phone call. An exchange: his partner’s life or the precious documents he knew nothing about.

Chuuya and his men were at the building’s entrance not an hour after, and he invaded with nothing more than a knife on his left hand.

It was the scent of blood, and the loose track of footsteps that led Chuuya towards Dazai; the gravitational pull, where he keeps falling, falling, falling, all the downsteps from that mouldy staircase, and guides him towards the centre.

Albeit, Dazai is almost unrecognisable. He found Dazai inside of an interrogation cell, lacking his coat, and his tie. Dazai stayed, as still as a marble statue, handcuffed to a metal chair.

All he could think was: “This fucking idiot…”

No self-destructive behaviour of his would condicionante him to be tortured from own whim—but, again, Dazai was just something else, with an impressive lack of surviving skills.

The door crinkled with his gravity, dented as a soda can within his hands. He was not capable of seeing the cell’s depth—he could only curse towards the walls he couldn’t gaze, and hoped the dim red-light from his ability was enough to guide him frontwards, and it was, until it flickled.

His right foot stepped over a wet, sticky puddle.

Chuuya was comfortably familiar with the No Longer Human. Chuuya could explain the feeling as sinking, misstepping, or just jumping and never finding the floor, Dazai had explained to Chuuya his ability was as bugs crawling beneath thin skin. He felt the urge to call his partner dramatic, however he couldn’t, not when Dazai looked at him like he was gazing himself through Chuuya’s eyes.

It was impossible for him to not shiver, the couple of seconds after he realised he had sunk his feet is partner’s lake of blood; the chair in the middle of the puddle like the centre of a spectacle.

“Dazai,” he begged. Chuuya’s hands drew his companion’s head upwards, who had lolled back and exposed neck; and he jumped, heart dropped into the bottom of his stomach (falling, falling, falling), and the distant whir from No Longer Human, as he accidently gaze directly on Dazai’s open eyes, no bandage around his useless eye, as looking towards the bottom of burnt caramel. “Snap out of it!”

The absent mist covering Dazai’s eyes cleared as he shook his partner's head back and forth—he did not want to think how terrifying it was, the body heavy within his hands, looking lifeless, his partner.

Dazai blinked, slow, and Chuuya could almost see the boom of his pupils, enlarged unnaturally, it almost hid the bursted capillaries from his sclera, through the murky cell.

Dazai grinned. “It took you enough time.” Dry blood that had flowed from his nose flaked.

“I should leave you here.” Chuuya leered.

He did not. The tramble of his hands proved it as he moved towards the handcuffs, winced as his knees sank on the bloody mess, just to figure both thumbs were dislocated, and the metal slided down his nude wrists.

As soon as Dazai could move, he stood, rapidly, and stumbled a few steps towards the door before stilling. 

“Hell, you must be out of your mind,” Chuuya mumbled and straightened his legs.

His hands drew towards Dazai’s back right away; he felt the body slightly swing against the palm of his hands, as how buildings wobbled during wind storms. “Oi!” he said, and Chuuya snapped his fingers in front of Dazai’s nose, anxious to clean the dissociated gaze that worked as a cloud, it had prinprinks of light that he could recognise on the same eyes when Dazai drunk cheap whiskey after three days without eating nothing more than chips and peanut.

Before he could think—Dazai’s eyelids, looking so heavy, sluggishly closed—, his partner’s body slumped.

He seized Dazai’s both arms and dragged the limp body towards his chest, fixing his sprawled limbs on his hold, the elbow pierced his shoulder (he ignored, for his own sake, as his hand ran towards the neck, as his breath hitched before he could find the constant beat from the heart, and he swallowed the lump of panic stuck on his throat, because Dazai felt dead. Dazai collapsed as he had his strings cut, and he felt so, so scared.)

“Fucking bastard Dazai,” Chuuya swore, whining. Dazai’s weight firm against his back, lanky arms wrapped on his neck, and Chuuya pretended not to eye the nails chewed to non-existence, as he climbed the staircase, the warmth of hot blood spilled on his jacket as wine was able to make him wince, but all he felt was too lazy, too slow rise and fall from his partner’s breathing.

Mori appeared, like he always seemed to do to leer Dazai at his worst, and most vulnerable parts, however it only made Chuuya sick on the stomach rather than confidence that his companion would be safe within his boss’s gloves.

Beneath the moonlight, accompanied by the stars, he could hear the distant whir of sirens from vehicles he was so used to the sound, Mori hoisted Dazai from his hold as someone picking a feral, stray cat, and tapped his shoulder two times—Chuuya blamed the burnt to his aching limbs, and not because the touch from his boss was so foreign to him, and the presence was so hefty, that he was terrified of the superior gaze.

“You did a good job, Chuuya-kun,” Mori sang. “I think you deserve a break, don’t you think? How about a commemoration?”

The Bar Lupin was filled with known faces, nonetheless the stool he commonly sat was empty. He soon became familiar with the side-looks he received, no matter how much liquor he had drank. One small talk with a group of friends he engaged with was enough for him to realise he knew none of these people—and the heat from the partnership was only the burning throat from a quick shot he took to ignore how he felt misplaced.

“The warmth that domained his chest when he was around his people, familiar faces everywhere he gaze, he missed it”— and, yet, all he was capable of thinking was Dazai Osamu.

Leave the stool as more of an easy decision than he wanted it to be. He wanted to struggle with it for a while, he wanted the urge of following his partner to hell and back to be difficult, a pin in the back of his head; nevertheless before he could think straight, his legs were wandering the Underground paths, where he knew his partner would be awaiting for him.

Chuuya had called himself independent—he never bent under superior’s wishes without bickering, without fighting back. His partner’s contradictions conditioned him, in some way, to not give up his will, and never give people the force to fold his power. Yet, his loyalty was never something he could work with, carved on stone and his flesh as the burning swirl pattern from Arahabaki, both Dazai and him knew that outstandingly well.

Wind blew and tousled his knotted hair, and he still wrinkled his nose with the smell of salt poured on his face; he dwelled in Yokohama’s pathways since the first thread of his memories, snuggling with homeless, pathetic kids to expel the deadly cold from their small bodies, and he lived exclusively for the city, for those people, however he never got used to the sour whiff streaming in the air, too familiar, almost nostalgic, even that he never left.

The way his veins ran inside his body are the same from the streets that contrived the nerves of his home town, and he had ranged those dropping-drunk, bled out, with blind eyes—he arrived just in time.

When his face got lighted with more than the thin veil from the moonlight and now with the neon sign from a foreign clinic, it being the only enlightened structure into the whole street, he was already shivering. The dry blood from Dazai on his back created a cold crust on his jacket that sent shivers down his spine.

And Dazai himself was there, which made him release a chuckle, beneath the dim light from the sign, leaned against the doorframe, his partner was wearing a hospital gown— looking recklessly pathetic.

Dazai’s skin was ashen, and the bandage around his face was loosely back but not on his arms—Dazai was a mosaic of scar, stained glass teared until it returned to sand—then he scraped the harsh skin until it drew blood—suddenly it wasn’t as funny. He looked lanky without them, sprawled limbs and joints pointed out from the muscles.

“Hey,” Chuuya acknowledged.

He noticed the black and blue bruises, fingerprints and memorable sore from punches that gave Dazai life, nevermind how unbelievable it may have sounded.

“Hey,” Dazai responded.

His voice was rough on the edges, like the burnt ledge from a paper, and weary. Chuuya strode towards Dazai and cupped his corned hands—he ignored the constant quivering, since he knew Dazai, when Chuuya weared such a thin jumper he could see the skin beneath the cloth, his hands were the only organs he could not control, always gesticulating and shaking…

“Huh,” Chuuya breathed. “I expected for you to look more–”

Dazai sneered. “Fuck up?”

A nose tugged on his scalp, the faint blow of his partner’s inhale made his guts wiggle with joy, something as stepping over hot sand with bare feet, and something like pride, because he knew Chuuya was the only that Dazai started contact with; Chuuya was the one who Dazai talked about nightmares, and Chuuya was the one who Dazai snuggled when he was sick—not Ango , not Mori.

(Not Odasaku—it would be a lie.)

He tightened his hold on the hands, and Dazai rested his cheek above his tousled velvet hair, just breathing. “Yes, jackass.”

Dazai hummed, “They’re more into waterboarding, you know?” he drawled, “and a little bit of carving, but they’re so, so bad at it, Chuuya, and too talkative, as well–”

“Carved?” He interrupted his partner’s humbleness.

“Oh,” Dazai breathed. Swiftly, he withdrew—Dazai’s nose wrinkled after the light itch from his hair, and he absolutely, utterly, abnormally hated how his heart stuttered, too fond and with beyond care—, then moved way slightly the fabric from the gown and showed bandages that balled from his chest to his stomach: scattered slashes of blood leaked from the white bandages, distant from each other, but still near for Chuuya to understand a pattern.

It remembered him a little excessively like Mori…

He leisurely brought the tip of his finger towards the woven cotton, but stopped himself as Dazai winced.

Dazai must have, too, Chuuya wondered. He was not the one to miss irony when he saw it.

Dazai’s right hand attempted to escape his loose grip, going towards his free arm, however Chuuya stopped him by clutching the fingers.

“Ouch,” Dazai verbalised, suddenly remembering Chuuya from the dislocated thumbs from earlier that night. “I can’t believe you just did this to me, Chibikko–” Chuuya growled. “Hurting me like this. When I’m already miserable. When at the verge of death.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Chuuya groaned, “you can’t shut up. You just can’t.”

They kept humbling at each other, insutes and words they can barely hear, or understand leaving their mouths. Nevertheless, at every moment, at every bastard mackerel, petite mafioso, fucking wimp, shorty slug they leaned more and more against each other, until the point where he sustained the slim body from his partner with his own, and dug his heels onto the paved street.

In some minutes, or hours, perhaps, it was going to sunrise, and the last thing he wanted was to be standing on a random pavement in front of a clandestine hospital clinic Mori must had built with the money he gathered from a million others clinics, scattered through all Yokohama, with the limp body of his partner, and Chuuya was tired.

He was tired— tired from the investigation that endured days alone, from the sleepless weekend, from seeing Dazai teared as a ragdoll, and of sitting on a stool thinking about his partner. He got tired from the feeling of home Dazai had brought, of thinking of him, and talking about him, and the lack on his heart where his idependency used to live, of a past where he did not knew Dazai; he missed it, whole-heartedly missed it, but could not bring himself to live like that again.

Chuuya, then, lazily kicked Dazai’s left leg, and he fell hitting his shoulder onto Chuuya’s chest, as his leg shook and bent. Dazai whimpered, loudly and childish, and Chuuya rolled his eyes even though he was only fifty days apart in age.

Inhaled, they still smelled like blood, like madness, and grief. Exhaled, the sky became pink in front of his eyes, a ray of sunshine, light piercing the heavy clouds and the injustice from the silent nights.

“I waited for you,” Chuuya said.

“I know,” Dazay muttered, “me too.”

The trip towards the apartament had them panting—Dazai puked once, and Chuuya had to stop merely three times to not do the same due pure and unfiltered exhaustion, his limbs costing all his energy to simply lift. They sat against each other as the lifter climbed through ten floors, and Chuuya did not even live in the penthouse.

As they arrived the sun was glowing outside, the sunrays covering everything in yellow, orange and red like oil paint, leaking through the gaps underneath doors and narrow windows.

Dazai looked as ashen as he did before, eyes closed and leaned against the wall from the hallway as Chuuya attempted to open the lock from his own apartment, and he could see the veins that contrived beneath the eyelids, as well the rapid back and forth spasms from his pupils; oily hair clung on his forehead and pale lips like white marble—it made Chuuya wonder how much of a good idea was bringing Dazai from a hospital to his house.

Sleeping while standing up was not something that fitted well on Dazai, it appeared too vulnerable, and weak, for a mafioso with a nickname as cruel as Demon Prodigy, or a fame of a heartless, inhuman death-machine, and his partner would be contorting if anyone could see him in this state, but not with him— there, the pride again, warmer and more colourful than the sunrise.

“C’mon,” Chuuya mumbled after unlocking his door—on the third key, as well. His brain felt like cotton, or milk inside his scalp. “Get in, Mackerel, I’m not carrying you inside.”

He did.

They did not take off the shoes, nor his carmesin-covered jacket, then uneven footprints scattered over the carpet, of mud and dirt. “Heavy mother-fucker,” Chuuya lied, his partner was concerningly light, on thin ice for him to him to feel the ribcage. He carried his companion by the armpits, then Chuuya pushed Dazai onto the sofa, the body collapsed, slouched on the leather.

“You’re a meanie,” Dazai whined. “I’m very high,” Dazai added, for no particular reason, half-lidded eyes staring towards the dim yellow lights.

“Are you, really?” Chuuya arched an eyebrow. Dazai nodded. “Good, so I don’t need to waste proper medication on you.”

“Chibi–” Dazai’s hands moved towards his both bare arms—it was a habit that could not vanish, Chuuya was sceptical it ever would—, he firmly moved the hands away. “I’m itchy.”

“So put on some pyjamas, and go to sleep,” he growled.

“You know that’s not how it works, petite.

“You need to stop callin’ me that,” Chuuya humbled, finally, finally, removed the tight shoes from his feet, waggling his toes. He felt so relieved he pretended to not hear the giggles from when he lost balance and was close to stumble over Dazai. “I am growing, on my way to tower over you, I just need time!”

“Hum,” Dazai closed his eyes, “I bet your motorcycle that it’s not true.”

Chuuya removed his jacket, the blood flaked away, tearing over the fabric like clay. His face reddened, heated with familiar anger—more familiar than those people, than the Yokohama streets, a different kind of warmth from enragement only Dazai could have brought. “That’s not how bets work, dipshit.”

I am home, he felt, I don’t want it to end.  

“Where are you going?” Dazai asked after Chuuya rubbed his feet on the carpet, grounding himself, and dragged his weary body forward in the living room.

“I’m gonna’ shower, what do you think I’m doing?” Chuuya stopped with a hand seizing his wrist.

“No, that won’t do,” Dazai hummed. He opened his eyes, poodles of burnt caramel, or toffee apple, and Chuuya got distracted by it— for some forsaken second he was lost within them, for a split second…—, swiftly he was being pulled over Dazai’s damaged body. “Now, sh, sh, sh, sh, calm down, dog.”

“What the fuck?” Chuuya yells, his head resting beneath his partner’s chin, he felt as much as he heard the heart beats constantly, and the rise and fall from his chest—the chin tugged on his hair, then Chuuya held his breath for merely seconds, exhaling accompanied with the soft breath from his partner. Tangled legs and sprawled arms, Dazai’s hand kept clutching his wrist, and other hand lolled outside the sofa. “Dazai, let me be, I’m disgusting.”

“I don’t remember you from havin’ such low self-esteem.” Dazai sighed. “Just go to sleep, Chuuya, we can resolve everything tomorrow.”

Gravitational pull: everything with mass has its own orbit, and everything with mass is attracted towards its force— it was the law of Physics, raw and bare, when Chuuya snuggled closer to Dazai, arms wrapping firmly on his back and Dazai did not flinch.

“‘Solve everything tomorrow’ isn’t just you being lazy until the problem is over?”

They breathed with one another. One soul from two bodies. He can feel every every flapped from his eyelashes, or every gasp from the narrow gap on the mouth, and the snorts, and the uneven pace from the heart—and it was not as overwhelming as it was supposed to be, it felt as a continuation of his body, it recorded him Dazai was alive beneath him.

“You know me very well! Now, sleep.”

The lights were on, and Chuuya spended the next ten minutes thinking about the stool, he thought if the people were already with their heads resting over the pillows, if there were family waiting from them wild awake. He thought about the blood from that cell, whether it was blown up, vanishing without remains, or whether it was cleaned new.

Dazai rested a lazy hand over his curls, and the thoughts suddenly didn’t matter.

“Good night, Mackerel.”

Dazai did not respond, because he was already asleep.

[starlitscars]

Older Remus Lupin| Professor| Smut| Part 2

Words: 3.2k (Part 1 here)

Summary: Y/N has an argument with Remus and doesn't talk with him for two weeks. One day, she wakes up and notices her classmates are gossiping about him and his new pet. Lupin's pet!

Thinking that there's someone new, she goes to his office to find it out. But Remus knows a good way to show Y/N who's his only pet...

(wrote this months ago, so it's not the best. yay)

After a minute, you hear footsteps from behind and open your eyes to watch him approaching you with something in his hand.

Something that makes you imagine all the naughty things he's able to do with it...

That's a chocolate.

No, wait. Not just a chocolate. Something is poking out of the pocket of his grey cardigan too.

You try to watch closely as he stands in front of you and unwraps the foil from around the chocolate.

As you blink a few times to get a better view, you figure that the object is shining under the room's dim light. It seems to be made of metal, round and... and.... It can't be a set of handcu-

Like really? Were you a very bad and naughty pet that deserves to be cuffed?

Obviously, yes.

You bite your lip excitedly and let your mind imagine how and when he was able to buy them, because he has never used handcuffs on you and more importantly, what he's going to do with chocolate?

The thought of what he does next, never crosses your mind.

"Why oh why a jealous little girl like you deserves a treat, I don't know." He mumbles to himself and brings the thick heart-shaped chocolate up to your mouth, watching expectantly as you take a small bite.

You forget to breath for a second when he inches his face closer to you and his gaze falls from your eyes to your mouth. He doesn't move the chocolate from its position above your lips. Instead, he tilts it a little and lets the caramel filling inside of it spill out and drip down on your lips, covering them with sweet sticky liquid. You don't dare to say anything or part your lips as the caramel dribbles further down and makes a line on your jaw.

You just let the sweet piece melt in your mouth and swallow heavily as he tosses the remaining chocolate aside on the desk. He then turns his attention back to you, admiring his masterpiece on your face as he licks his bottom lip.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He's teasing way too much.

'Anything you want.' Your mind answers his question, hoping he reads your thoughts now that your mouth is closed.

Oh, he definitely reads them.

His smirk widens and his hand starts caressing over where he'd spanked you a few minutes ago, sending a new group of butterflies down your stomach.

"Anything? Needy, aren't you?" He questions amusedly as his other hand snakes around your neck, but he doesn't wait for an answer this time.

Sparks flow in your body and you tilt your head back when Remus licks the spilled drop from the side of your jaw. He slowly kisses up your jawline and swipes his tongue over lips before crashing his lips to yours, easily deepening the kiss now that your mouth falls open. Then he bites your bottom lip and sucks on it, licking off all the caramel and eliciting low moans from you.

The way he does all of that is just so hot. It drives you crazy when all of his attention is on you.

Especially when he mixes his all-time favorite food with you and licks you like his life depends on it.

"Now I have to always keep my chocolates to eat them with you. That tastes so fucking better." He pants breathlessly and a satisfied smile tugs at his lips, making you smile too.

But your smile soon vanishes when he puts a hand on your chest, pushing you down on the desk of his office. Your arche your back as your upper body comes in contact with the cold wood.

Remus keeps his intense gaze on you and takes his time to discard his reddish tie from around his neck, enjoying the whole scene while you lay there half naked and desperately squirm underneath him.

He really looks at you like his meal. He wasn't really kidding when he said "You made me be late for dinner. You're going to pay for it."

"I haven't even started yet and you can't keep yourself still. How pathetic it can be when you're jealous." He taunts you and it unbelievably turns you on even more.

You notice that he's just being agonizingly slow to tease you. You know you deserve it, but the tingly feeling between your legs only gets stronger by each passing second which leaves you no choice. When he looks away for a moment, you slowly reach down to touch yourself to ease the tension, but he notices just on time and slaps your hand away.

"Don't touch what's not yours." He points at you warningly, his voice low and dangerously calm. He then seems to think for a moment before finally pulling out the set of handcuffs from his pocket.

"I was going to think that I didn't need to use this, but with you being so dumb and desperate, I have no choice." Remus shakes his head in mock disappointment and reaches up to grab both your hands, pinning them firmly above your head at the edge of the desk.

He effortlessly fastens the handcuffs around your wrists, charming them to keep your hands there.

The odd and new sensation of not being able to move or use your hands stirs something inside you and your breathing quickens. Something about Remus having full control over you makes the room feel extra hot and breathtaking.

You swallow nervously and feel the taste of remaining chocolate down your throat as your gaze eagerly follows each of his movements.

"Now much better." Remus situates himself between your legs again and places his large hands flat on your stomach, moving them towards your chest and letting your shirt ride up as much as he pleases.

He begins to caress your smooth skin in soft and slow motions as if he's getting prepared to gradually devour his meal.

His stubble brushes on the area right above your stomach when his head suddenly replaces his hands, causing you to let out a gasp.

The devilish smirk on his face says how much Remus enjoys playing with you and getting you flustered without giving you what you want.

He definitely wants to make you regret every single moment of those two weeks when you were away from him.

He wants to show you what you were missing.

Goosebumps erupt in your body when he leans down to press open-mouthed kisses around your belly button. He locks his hungry eyes with you as he does so, forbidding you from looking away. However he still resists to give your dripping heat any attention as his warm lips move to your thighs.

You give him a pleading look, silently begging for more.

"What's that look baby? Should I take care of my needy pet?" He asks in a mocking tone, tracing his pointer finger alongside your waistband.

"Please. I need you... so bad."

He chuckles darkly at your whiney tone and his hand comes up to your throat and cups your jaw while he glances at your cuffed wrists.

"Helpless and so fucking gorgeous," Remus cooes, brushing strands of hair away from your flushed face. "You want me to touch you and do bad things to you all night long, hmm?"

You nod quickly, but he's not having it.

He squeezes either side of your jaw before going down between your legs. "Use your words, you nasty pet."

"Yes, yes sir."

With that, he hums contentedly and begins to pull your panties all the way down, but not with his hands. with his teeth, causing you to shudder.

He brings the piece of fabric up to his face and inhales deeply. "Told you I could smell it. Jealousy jealousy." He remarks and tucks the fabric into the pocket of his cardigan, giving you a disappointed look.

Adrenaline starts rushing in your veins as you try to anticipate what he's going to do next. Embarrassed by how wet you must be by now, you suddenly feel vulnerable and close legs together, only to be furiously pushed open again by his hands.

"Bunny, don't you think that it's a bit too late to shy away? You're being really naughty tonight. I won't tolerate it." He ridicules you and runs his fingers through your slick folds in order to spread your arousal, eliciting a low moan from you.

"Gonna taste my wet little pet" He purrs, licking his bottom lip.

Your heart skips a beat when he stops and bends down to spit on your cunt, wasting no time to dip his head and giving you a long slow lick. You close your eyes and throw your head back, letting out a strangled moan at the feeling of his warm tongue.

However the feeling soon fades and a sharp sting of his slapping on your thigh replaces the short-lived pleasure.

Your eyes instinctively fly open as both pain and pleasure course through your body.

"This won't work if you don't keep your eyes on me." He shakes his head tauntingly, faking a frown.

"I'm sorry, sir." You whimper, trying not to be too jittery and jumpy under his lustful gaze. He nods and pushes your legs more apart, his warm breath fanning all over your wetness.

"Can you keep your legs open too or shall I tie them apart?" He asks, pointing at your restrained hands.

"Can do it myself, I promis- ohh." You begin, but don't get the chance to finish when he finally dives in and licks at your dripping cunt like a starved man, lapping up your arousal with the flicks of his tongue. He circles his tongue around your clit before sucking it between his lips, treating you exactly like his midnight sin.

Relentless moans escape your mouth and fill the empty room and a familiar feeling starts to slowly form in your insides.

You would always want to be his midnight sin. You didn't lie when you said that earlier.

His middle finger circles around your entrance before slowly pushing into you and curling up to meet the spot that makes you see stars.

"Th- that feels so... so good." You stutter as you try hard to keep your eyes open while your hands struggle to find something to hold onto. It's a torture when you can't run your hands through his hair and push his face more into your heat.

Remus adds his ring finger alongside the middle, his teeth gently grazing over your clit as his fingers work to stretch you nicely. He sucks on your clit between his fingers once more, causing you to buck your hips up from the extreme pleasure he's given you.

Your legs begin to shake and he takes the hint as his fingers work faster inside you.

"I- I'm close... can I..."

"Yeah baby. You're going to be a good pet and show me that you deserve what I give you," He encourages you with his raspy voice before leaning down again to roughly suck on your clit for one last time. "Cum for me."

With his demand you let go and clench around his skilled fingers, your eyes falling shut at the overwhelming sensation. Your back arches off the desk and you let out a loud moan as waves after waves of pleasure erupt in your body, causing you to cum over his hand and tongue. You had missed this feeling so much.

He keeps fingering you through your orgasm until you come down from your high and pant heavily. A proud smirk forms at the corner of his mouth as you look down at him.

"Damn Y/N, all your classmates wanna be you, don't they?" He slowly pulls back and stands up, licking his glistening fingers clean as he continues. "And here you are... all worked up and wet because of their gossips." 

You glance at the clock for a moment and silently smile to yourself. All those girls and boys who were gossiping about Remus in the Great Hall are probably asleep by now.

And you feel kinda sorry for them.

None of them will ever be in your place and know Remus the way you do. The thought makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. Your gaze falls back on him as you silently adore him, your chest heaving up and down.

He easily takes off his cardigan along with his shirt and tosses them aside, revealing his beautifully scarred chest to your desperate eyes. You forget your situation for a moment and begin to move and sit up, only to be stopped by the stiff handcuffs that keep you stuck on the desk.

You try again and he only chuckles. Remus knows what he's doing and it only flusters you more.

He wants to punish you by not letting you get your hands on him.

He ignores your struggles and unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants down enough for his hard cock to spring free. His pink tip drips with precum and the pulsating veins on his dick beg for release, all because of you.

For you.

Your mouth waters at the sight in front of you.

"It's so pathetic how getting jealous turns you on." He taunts lowly and lines himself up with your entrance, but you can't focus on his words while he so deliciously rubs his tip up and down your cunt in slow motions.

You hopelessly tug at the restraints to free your hands, but it seems that they get tighter around your wrists with each try.

"Let me get rid of these. I want to touch you." You pout breathlessly.

He shakes his head, coming up to press a kiss to your lips. "None of that. This will make you learn how to be a good pet." He taps his finger on your cheek and gets back down.

"But..."

"Shh," He shoves his middle and pointer fingers in your mouth to silence your whines as he slowly pushes into your entrance, causing both of you to let out a low growl. "Just as how I like you. Taking me so well, hmm?"

You nod silently and moan around him as he pushes himself all the way inside you, inch by inch until he's fully in. He waits for you to get adjusted to him while all you can do is to dutifully swirl your tongue around his finger and suck.

"Fuck girl. You do things to me." He says in a throaty voice, slowly beginning his thrusts as brown strands of hair fall loosely on his forehead, making him look hotter than ever.

Oh and god, he's so hot.

You suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of him stretching you out and wonder how you were able to go two weeks without him. His other hand runs up and down your side, stopping at your hip.

His fingers work perfectly to conceal your moans and all while he keeps his continuous pace. You dutifully swirl your tongue around his fingers as you silently suck.

After a few minutes, he pulls his fingers out and puts his hands on your thighs, holding them firmly as you wrap your legs around his waist. That familiar feeling of fullness begins to form in your insides again, this time stronger than before.

"Fuck, yes." You moan out when his thrusts become a little faster and harsher, your mixed whimpers and moans echoing freely in the room as he hits the right spots.

"Don't swear, my naughty little pet." He warns huskily, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. Your legs begin to shake again and you bite your lip eagerly as he twitches inside you, signaling that he can't hold it any longer.

"You know you're mine, right?" He says breathlessly while his hands cup your breasts, sending chills through your body.

All you can do is a brief nod as you focus on the second extreme pleasure of the night he's giving you, but he's not having it even now.

He wants to hear you say it.

"Say it." He demands, one of his hands finding its way between your legs to rub delicate circles over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan and feel yourself growing closer to your second orgasm.

You obey him with all the passion and strength that is left in your body.

"I'm yours. All yours." You whine out, feeling your walls clenching around him as his thrusts become more erratic and deep. A satisfied smile spreads across his face at your confession.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" He asks, his fingers working faster on your soaked clit.

"Yes... Please." You plead impatiently.

"Go on then. Cum around my cock." He nods encouragingly, his own thrusts becoming sloppy and slow.

With his words you let go and intense waves of pleasure begin to course through your body, causing you to shut your eyes and tighten your grip around his waist as your hands hold onto the metal restraints to keep your balance.

He pulls out with a groan, and with a few strokes of his hands, he releases all over your belly, his chest heaving up and down heavily as he shots you a charming yet consumed smile.

You stay like that for a while to gain your breaths and ride out your highs, looking admiringly into each other's eyes.

Remus then composes himself and retrieves his wand, flicking it to unfasten the handcuffs from around your wrists before he taps it on your stomach to clean you up. He takes both your hands in his, slowly lifting you up from the desk. He then caresses his thumbs soothingly over your wrists and presses soft kisses over the red marks.

"Does it hurt?" He asks softly, his voice concerned.

"Not anymore." You reply with a giggle, falling into his embrace as he hugs you protectively and strokes your hair.

"Let's get you off my desk before I decide to keep you up for the rest of the night." He cooes into your ear, hooking his hands under your thighs to pick you up.

"I'm always up for it, Professor." You wink tiredly as you wrap your hands around his neck, kissing him slowly and burying your head into the crook of his neck.

He gently lifts you up, making his way to the stairs that lead to his private chambers. You had a pretty long night. He wants you to sleep peacefully.

In his arms.

"Shh. Let your beautiful eyes close for now." He walks up the stairs carefully as your eyes feel heavy with each step. His voice is like a lullaby to your ears."Just know that you're going to remember who's my little pet everytime you walk into my class and your gaze falls to this desk." He points at his desk from upstairs, finally reaching the door of his bedroom.

"I sure will remember it, Mr. Handsome." Is your last reply before you fall asleep on the best bed in the world.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[comfortscripts]

Hi <3

Could you do how each Marauder would kiss you for the first time? Like the confidence levels for each would be soooo different I think and just the way they'd go about it, idk but yeah

First Kiss ¬ Marauders

Of course! Honestly, I have so many thoughts but....

Also for this, I just did James, Sirius and Remus but I am willing to do other Marauder era characters (including girls) in the future.

James Potter

"Honestly James, it's embarrassing at this point. Just admit I'm the better keeper"

This had been going on for years. Both of you claiming to be the best keeper in Hogwarts, neither willing to submit. Some say it's rivalry, some say it's unresolved sexual tension but whatever it was, you and James loved it.

"Let's make this interesting, shall we?" The Gryffindor retorted with a smirk. "Whoever saves more goals during practice wins and that's the end of it."

"Okay, deal Potter but if I win, you have to stand up in the Great Hall and announce that I'm the best. Got it?"

You see the flash of fear run across his face before he responds with his same cocky smile, "And when I win, I want a kiss."

Before you could make some form of objection through your flushed cheeks, James was already in the air and prepping for the friendly competition.

You were both on fire. The pitch replicated a professional practice rather than a school-sports one but for every one he saved, you saved two. Whilst you did sometimes long to feel the Gryffindor's lips against your own, the idea of him praising you so publicly was too good to give up. And it seemed like the push worked, you won.

Landing back on solid ground, the two sweaty keepers reunited. James' couldn't even be upset at his loss when he saw your face. Pride beaming through your smile as your flushed cheeks framed it and your skin glistened. You were magnificent.

"Good game, I guess you really are the best" Offering his hand out for good sportsmanship hand shake.

Grabbing his hand and closing the space between you, now chest to chest. "I think you deserve a consolation prize for your efforts today, Potter."

The collision of your lips against his was more thrilling than any quidditch match. Pent up tension releasing in waves as you feel the bespectacled boy get over his initial shock and lean into the kiss. Lips melding and moving together, all whilst allowing your hands to grip his broad shoulders. Pulling away to regain your breath, you look up at the flustered boy as he too, steadied his breathing.

"Well, I think in some ways we both won" Joked the red and gold keeper. Causing you to giggle at his cheesy flirts.

"I guess so but you still have to do the announcement. Maybe you should wear my house colours for effec-" Before you could complete your sentence, his lips were back on yours. Not that you minded.

Sirius Black

Hogwarts was a soothing place in general but nothing could beat the astronomy tower. The atmosphere, the fresh crisp air and the silence meant that it was almost the perfect way to escape. And tonight, that's what two young Gryffindors needed.

Leaning against the brick tower, you let out a sigh of relief. Worries and fears washing from your bones as the stars shimmered in the sky and your best friend blew a puff of smoke.

"You what's crazy, the stars have seen everything. Love, happiness, life but also pain, suffering and death. Yet they still shine so brightly, it's inspiring."

Sirius was never a stranger to profound thoughts, especially on these late night excursions but this shook you. Pushing off the cold wall, you shuffle towards the dark-haired boy before sitting shoulder to shoulder and admiring the stars alongside him.

"You're right. I guess that's why you are named after a star."

You knew how much pain the boy had bundled up within himself but still, he could outshine any star in the galaxy. He had endured more pain than he could ever deserve but still managed to light up people's lives and make people feel more love than most.

Sirius swore his heart stopped at your words. His brain was telling him that it was obviously you hearing him wrong or a joke, he managed to choke out a small "What do you mean?"

Turning to look at the oblivious boy, you could almost chuckle at his adorable furrowed eyebrows and quirked smile but instead, you offered the truth.

"Sirius, you are a star. You have been through so much that I couldn't even begin to imagine but every day, you get up and make the most of life. Bringing smiles to peoples' faces, making all of us laugh with your pranks, loving your friends and protecting us no matter what. You are the impressive one and honestly, those stars pale in comparison to you."

Gazing into his eyes, you saw emotions swirling through his stormy orbs. Processing your words and conjuring up a reaction but nothing seemed right. How could he respond to you? His love for you already threated to spill out every time your eyes met but now, he worried that opening his mouth would release his confession.

As yours eyes stayed locked onto one another, neither of you noticed your bodies unknowingly leaning towards each other. Sirius notices your eyes flicker down to his lips, this was all the confirmation he needed before leaning in and meeting your supple lips.

The love that radiated off the two of you was more powerful than any spell you had learnt. Feeling the warmth spread through your being as Sirius deepened the kiss, trying to get closer. His arms wrapped around your waist as he drank in your sweet lips. You felt all the hidden emotions, all the pain and sadness of the night drift away into the distant sky.

All that mattered was you had Sirius and he had you.

Pulling away only to find yourselves lovingly embracing the other, protecting your bubble of happiness just a while longer. Sirius always knew that you made him shine brighter but now, he felt that he could outshine the stars.

Remus Lupin

Rainy evenings were always your favourite. But tonight was perfect.

James, Sirius and Peter were off pulling a prank on some unsuspecting 2nd year Ravenclaws, whilst you and your long-term crush were huddled up in the common room with two muggle books and two steaming cups of hot chocolate. You had no idea how the lanky wizard looked so comfortable on the sofa but you weren't complaining as you felt your knee bump his every once and awhile, sparks erupting at the physical contact.

Diving into the pages of the latest muggle book Lily gifted you, becoming so lost within the words that you didn't notice the chocolate moustache you had left after your previous gulp. The rich chocolate liquid which formed a frame over your plump lips caught the attention of Remus, who had be sneaking longing glances at you all night.

Your book induced trance was broken by Remus' hearty chuckle, a sound that you could listen to on repeat. Breaking away from the words, you looked up to find the werewolf already looking at you with an amused look painting his handsome face.

Immediately becoming conscious of the fact that the amusing thing was you, you released a small whine, "Remusss, why are you laughing at me".

"You have a bit of, well. You have a hot chocolate moustache"

Eyes widening in embarrassment, you quickly attempt to wipe away any chocolatey remnants with your sleeve before presenting your face back to the taller boy and asking, "all gone?"

Scooting over so he was looming over your figure, hand resting on your knee to steady himself. Remus reached up to gently wipe away the remaining flecks of chocolate that settle in the corners of your lip, allowing his thumb to caress the outline of your bottom lip.

The moment seemed to last forever, with the both of your eyes locking together as the young Gryffindor cautiously traced the outline of your jaw before entangling his hand within your hair, bringing your lips together.

The overwhelming sense of emotion accompanied by the rich lingering taste of chocolate engulfed the both of you as you leant into the kiss, resting hands on his shoulders. Remus raised his hand to grasp your hip and slowly move you closer toward his embrace.

You always thought that your first kiss with the werewolf would be more passionate and spark filled but no, this felt like home. This felt like you had fallen into his arms and discovered you belonged.

Breaking away, you stared into his amber orbs. Looking for any sign of regret or fear but you found that his eyes were filled with adoration and love, matching the very same look you held for him.

Giggling as the now giddy Gryffindor pressed a flurry of light kisses on your plumped lips, you knew that this would beat any love-story in any muggle book because this, this was perfection.

[vanillann]

thank you for 1k

i would like to start this by thanking everyone who follows me, you’ve opened me up to a world i didn’t think possible. i had stopped writing and givin up, but i posted a fic out of boredom and i never felt more alive. thank you for all the love!!

also thank you to my mutals, y’all are cooler than words will ever describe and i love you.

so in honor of 1k, i joined the bandwagon and did a fic resquest list!!! done below i did my best to include every fandom i write for!! i don’t read as many fics i i’d like so the list of short but my next one while hopefully be longer!!

i love you all and thank you, now read some fics

ron weasley

hermione’s always right by @gcdric

carrot cake by @magical-elixirs

george weasley

so this is love by @wand3ringr0s3

fred weasley

embroidered hearts by @starlightweasley

love and other strange contraptions by @tragically-here

get the camera by @badfvith

charlie weasley

the rarest cat by @a-simple-imagine

james potter

never just a friend by @theweasleysredhair

wrong idea by @mentally-in-northern-italy

potter. by @mellifluousmalfoy

change of heart by @padfoot-and-prongsie

sirius black

say it back by @blisfvll

object of affection by @yourssuccubus

50+ reasons by @princesse-de-ravenclaw

girl on the go by @coffee--writes

champagne problems by @wlntrsldler

remus lupin

intertwined by @yourssuccubus

misunderstanding by @theboywhocriedlupin

spencer reid

you are in love by @evermorereid

amplification by @constellationsreid

fifth time’s the charm by @baubabble

the other shirt by @issamhysa

the closing shift by @halloweenhoneylover

five nicknames by @gayprentiss

not the cheesy love trope by @reidemandweep

you broke me first by @feverdreamreid

edmund pevensie

thunder’s getting louder by @isolemnlyswearpevensie

desk notes by @annascorpia

bedtime stories by @fangirlyah

steve harrington

nowhere feels like somewhere when i’m in your arms by @kurtsbuckethat

talk too much by @1800-lazyskater

i’d pick you by @allfandomxreader

peter parker

for fake’s sake by @parkerpeter24

luke patterson

screwed by @sunsetholland 

i just want breakfast by @jatphatones

safe place by @happyyyandcrazyyy

unexpected confessions by @sunsetcurving

reggie peters

will they, won’t they by @celestialmolina

nothing to lose by @dxestars

about love by @bright-molina

finally got the girl by @i-understood-that-reference

‘til i forget about you by @dream-a-little-bigger-x

worldwide by @jaskiers-sweetkiss

another shot of espresso by @jatphatones

wake up by @fanficimagery

[saintlike78]

Ok so... I have a little request : Bill is not with Fleur, but he meets Harry's cousin (Dudley's sister, who is the complete opposite of her family and loves Harry as her own brother) and she arouses his interest, and from here you can continue as you wish, if you could do a little smut if you are comfortable.🤗🤗🤗

I know Dudley doesn't have a sister, but I like the idea. And sorry for the mistakes, but I don't speak English so well.

Never seen anyone like you [B.W.]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry for the long wait, but I loved this idea so much, but I just didn’t know which direction to go with it, but I hope you like what I came up with. Reader is the same age as the twins and is also a muggle. This is also kinda paired with another request, where the person just wanted a Bill Weasley smut, which is also included.

Pairings: Bill Weasley x Fem! Muggle! Reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, fingering, unprotected sex, age gap (7 years), mention of death, mention of nightmares, mention of injury.

The wind hit your back and made a chill run up your spine, making you shiver. Standing in the driveway of nr. 4 Privet Drive, you and Harry were watching your mother, father and brother leave because of the wizarding war threatening their safety. Your mother had tried but failed to get you to leave as well, but you couldn’t imagine leaving Harry behind and not being able to be there for him and to protect him, even if you had no magic yourself.

You had always loved Harry and saw him as a closer family than your actual family. You never understood what the problem was with him or why your family seemed to despise him so much, that was until he got his letter and he left for Hogwarts. You were so happy for him, but not being able to see him and only during the summer was tough because without Harry there to take all the slander from the Dursleys you, unfortunately, became the family's punching bag. When you turned 18 and finally moved out, you let Harry stay with you in your flat instead of going home to your family.

The house seemed eerie with only you and Harry and no future. You sat on the kitchen counter, Harry was pacing around the kitchen whilst you were waiting for the order to come and transport you both.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to leave and go into hiding yourself,” Harry said looking at you with worry.

“I’m sure, Harry, I want to be here with you and make sure you’re alright.”

A knock sounded on the door and you jumped down from the counter, following Harry to the door. Harry opened the door and inside stepped many familiar faces and some you hadn’t seen before. Having had Harry stay with you, you had met all the Weasleys (except for Charlie and Bill), when you had gone to visit The Burrow.

They all stepped inside one at a time and greeted you. The twins had made a huge show about picking you up and spinning you around telling you how much they had missed their ‘favorite muggle’, you slapped both their arms lightly and let them pass you. The last two people to enter was Arthur Weasley who you greeted, and one person you hadn’t met before. He had red hair, letting you know he was a Weasley as well, he was tall and had scars running down his face like Remus Lupin. You were almost at a loss for words when he stepped inside, your mind completely blank after looking at how handsome he was. You could already feel a little crush starting to form and you got butterflies when he made his way to you and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Bill Weasley, a pleasure to meet you, at last, my family has told me much about you.” He said as you shook his hand. “Y/N Dursley, lovely to meet you too,” you said knowing you should be letting his hand go, but letting it linger a little longer.

You both just stared at each other, completely forgetting where you were and that you had things to do. That was until Fred and George came up on either side of you, each placing a hand on each of your shoulders, prompting you to let go of Bill’s hand.

“Well, now you’re just missing Charlie and then you’ve met the whole Weasley-clan,” Fred said with a laugh.

You just laughed and nodded your head.

“I’m going to go find Harry,” you quickly smiled at Bill and got out of the twin’s grasp, leaving them alone with Bill in the hallway.

“Blimey, why did none of you tell me!” Bill exclaimed in a low voice.

“Tell you what?” the twins said in synch.

“Tell me about Y/N,” he said as if his statement was obvious.

“We did, we said she was really nice and that she came round the shop and by the house a couple of times,” George said, still not really understanding what their brother meant.

“Yes, you said she was nice, but you didn’t tell me she looked like that.”

Both Fred and George let out a laugh, “Well mate, we didn’t think it was important to say that she doesn’t look like the other Dursleys.”

Bill hmphed like a child, “you could have told me. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Alright alright, calm down Bill,” Fred laughed.

“But if you must know… she’s the same age as us, so a bit young for you eh? But she’s also single, from what we’ve gathered,” George informed their brother.

Bill just nodded and was about to ask more about you, but Moody’s voice was heard from the lounge telling everyone to gather around.

Entering the lounge, Bill spotted you and came to stand beside you, but slightly behind you. You felt his presence and turned your head slightly to give him a smile, one that he returned.

Moody briefed you all on what was going to happen, not without an objection from Harry. When Moody told everyone that he wanted there to be seven Harrys’, you had volunteered, since you felt kind of useless, being a muggle and all. This also didn’t go over well with Harry, telling you that this was out of the question, but you being just as stubborn as he would not let him talk you out of it. You told him that you wanted to help and that this was the only way for you to help with this situation.

After much convincing from not only you but everyone, he finally agreed.

“Alright, all the Harrys’ have a companion to ride with except for you Y/N.. you can ride with Bill,” Moddy informed you.

You nodded and felt a hand fall on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. You looked back at Bill, whose hand it was, and smiled again. He kept his hand on your shoulder as a form of comfort and encouragement, squeezing once in a while. You could feel the butterflies swarming around in your stomach and you felt all warm and tingly all over, just because of his small touch.

Not long after, you were clinging on to Bill as you made your way to The Burrow. You didn’t know what you were thinking volunteering, since you couldn’t really protect yourself against the swarm of death eaters that followed you through the sky. Bill was trying his best to steer and fight back against them all. Moody was trying to shield you from the other side, but then suddenly a green spark hit him, and he tumbled towards the ground.

You let out a scream and buried your head into Bill’s back.

“Don’t worry, the worst part is over, we’ll be there soon,” Bill shouted against the wind so you would be able to hear him.

Arriving at The Burrow you were met by Molly attacking both you and Bill with a gigantic hug.

“Are you alright?” she asked looking between Bill and yourself.

“We’re alright mum, but Alastor… he didn’t make it,” Bill said looking down.

You put a hand on his back, slowly rubbing up and down trying to soothe him. You knew everyone was close with Moody and that his death would hurt the Order.

“How is everyone?” You asked Molly, hoping she would bring you some sort of good news.

“We’re still missing Fred and Arthur, but it would be best for you to come with me inside… George was hurt, he’ll be fine, but I need to keep an eye on him,” Molly informed you both.

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You were startled awake by the image of Alastor crashing towards the ground. You were trying to catch your breath, your hands shaky and sweat running down your back. You decided you needed a glass of water and perhaps some fresh air to calm down. You quietly got out of your makeshift bed on the floor and tried your best not to wake Ginny and Hermione, as you made your way out of the bedroom and down the creaky stairs towards the kitchen.

The cold water slid down your throat and you instantly felt better, but you still needed some air. You quietly opened the door to the garden and walked outside, the cool summer air instantly lowering your body temperature and relaxing you. Finding a nice spot, you sat upon the grass looking up at the stars, you hoped everything would turn out alright, but you weren’t so sure with how intense everything had been last night and that was just a tiny mission. Your head raced with millions of thoughts you didn’t notice the scar-faced ginger looking at you from the door and making his way over to you when he noticed the number of clothes (or rather lack thereof) you were wearing.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly as to not startle you with his presence.

You looked up at him and nodded. You patted the spot beside you, indicating for him to sit.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked in the moonlight, even if he was just wearing some casual plaid pajama pants and a knitted jumper, which you could tell was a Molly original.

You sat in silence as you both stared at the moon, the cool air having finally cooled you down, your temperature was now a bit too low, and you could feel goosebumps rise on your bare arms and legs. Bill who had been watching you making sure you were comfortable quickly removed the knitted jumper and handed it to you.

“Here, you’ll get ill if you don’t warm-up,” he said and you didn’t argue, pulling the jumper over your head. It smelled good and was already warm from leftover body heat from Bill, which made your stomach do a flip and fill with butterflies.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, “please tell me if you get cold and want your jumper back.”

“No problem, and it’s fine, I don’t really get cold,” Bill said.

Putting his hands behind his head, he laid down looking up at the stars. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the way his muscles flexed in the grey t-shirt he had worn underneath the jumper. Your mouth watered a little, but you quickly pulled yourself together and laid down as well.

You laid in silence and looked at the stars, it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was like you had known him your whole life, it felt so right.

A couple of minutes passed before Bill broke the silence.

“Why’d you decide to go with Harry instead of your family?”

You were a little taken aback by the bluntness of the question, but nevertheless answered quickly, not needing time to think about your answer.

“Harry is my family, and I couldn’t just leave him, especially now… I want to be there for him, even though I’m just a muggle, I..I’m going to be there until this war is over.”

Bill nodded turning his head towards yours, your head already turned towards him meeting his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close your face was to his, the way his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips made your stomach do flips. Suddenly he started leaning in, “I know this is very sudden, but may I kiss you?” Bill said lowly, almost a whisper.

You nodded and leaned in the rest of the way connecting your lips with his. You knew it was so cliché, but you felt instant sparks of electricity shooting through your entire body.

The kiss was slow and gentle, but then you felt Bill’s tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission to enter your mouth, which you granted. He leaned upon one of his arms, so he was above you, his free arm cupping your cheek and keeping your face towards his.

This went on for a while, but begrudgingly you pulled apart for air.

You stared at each other, both taking deep breaths trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“wow,” Bill sighed out, “you are unbelievably beautiful.”

Your cheeks turned red with the heat of the blush settling on your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered and reached a hand up to caress his cheek.

You ended up talking until the sun rose on the horizon, the morning dew settling on the grass, making everything damp.

Your head was on Bill’s chest, hugging him to keep warm, but also just to be close to him.

“You don’t think I’m too old do you?” Bill asked, gently stroking your back.

Your headshot up from his chest to look into his eyes, “of course not,” you laughed and shook your head, laying it down again. Bill just chuckled and mumbled “alright.”

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You ran across the lawn as the black smoke figures landed around you. You tried to find Harry or Bill.

One of the figures shot a spell towards you and you ducked and covered your face, even though you knew that wouldn’t help. You waited for an impact, but it never came, instead, you were yanked by your arm into a broad chest. You looked up and saw Bill already looking at you, a concerned look on his face.

“Okay get ready, love,” he said quickly.

You didn’t get a chance to ask for what before the air was knocked out of you and the world spun around you.

You landed with a ‘thump’, eyes closed, still holding on tightly to Bill, afraid you were going to be sick.

“It’s alright now, you can open your eyes now,” Bill said quietly.

You opened your eyes, and you were met with the bright sun shining down on you. The light breeze caught in your hair and the smell of the ocean met your nose.

You looked around, the ocean was in front of you, and behind you was old, but cozy-looking, cottage.

“Where are we?” you asked, still not letting go of Bill.

“Shell cottage, it’s my family’s place… I took us here because we’ll be safe here,” Bill explained.

You nodded, but the relief was quickly replaced by worry and fear.

“But what about Harry and the others? They’re not here!” you rushed out, also leaving Bill’s arms to pace in front of him.

He pulled you back and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“The rest of the family is fine. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all went somewhere, where I’m not sure, but Ron promised he would let us know that they’re safe.”

You sighed out, still very concerned, but relieved that you were safe and hoped that Harry would be as well.

“Let’s go inside, love,” Bill whispered, taking your hand and leading you inside.

He first showed you around the house and then showed you to your room and let you freshen up or take a nap, just letting you calm down in your own space.

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You were startled awake by the images that played behind your closed eyes. You focused on the room, the moonlight bleeding in through the window, lighting up a part of the floor.

Your breathing was heavy, and your body was sweaty.

You tried to calm down for about 10 minutes, but you just couldn’t find a peaceful enough state to let yourself go back to sleep.

Your feet hit the cold floor and the wood creaked beneath your feet. You made your way out of your room and across the small hallway to where Bill had let you know his room was.

You opened the door slowly, peeking inside.

Inside you were met with a sleeping Bill, his shirtless figure on his back. You closed the door behind you and tip-toed your way over to his bed.

“Bill,” you whispered, already feeling guilty for disturbing him.

He stirred a little, not opening his eyes, but letting out a little “hmm?”, indicating that he was awake enough to hear you.

“I can’t sleep,” you mumbled shyly.

He didn’t say anything further, he only moved his blanket to the side and opened his arms for you to crawl into. You didn’t hesitate before crawling into the bed and curling up close to his body, already feeling calmed by his steady breathing.

“thank you,” you whispered, breathing in his calming scent.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, you could feel his breathing even out and you knew he had drifted off again.

You closed your eyes and listened to the steady beating of his heart, lulling you back to sleep.

You woke up, your entire body warm from being wrapped up in Bill’s arms. Your legs tangled with his, his arms still holding you tightly against him.

You looked at his calm sleeping face, you felt so at home with him, and you let out a content sigh.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” Bill said, startling you.

“I’m not staring,” you fired back too quickly to sound convincing, causing Bill to slightly smirk.

“Whatever you say, darling,” he said and hugged you closer.

He opened his eyes, looking over your face and smiling.

Bill leaned in and pecked your lips slightly, gauging your reaction. You just smiled and leaned in again kissing him longer.

Bill deepened the kiss, moving so he was above you. You spread your legs slightly allowing him to get between them on top of you. The kiss turned more passionate and heated as Bill slowly ground his hips into yours, causing you to softly moan into his mouth.

Bill broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, “Is this okay? Do you want this?”.

You whimpered slightly, “please Bill, I want it.”

Bill let out a groan at your words and reconnected your lips, hips grinding into your own.

The small whines and whimpers that left your lips egged him on and went straight to his cock.

Bill reached one hand between you feeling your wetness through your panties. “So wet for me and I haven’t properly touched you yet.”

You whined at his words, craving more of his touch.

“what is it you want, pretty girl?” he asked, teasing you.

“please touch me, Bill,” you whimpered out, eyes big and begging.

“Such a good girl,” he praised before moving your panties to the side and finding your clit drawing slow circles on the nub.

You moaned at the feeling and grabbed his arm that wasn’t working on you.

His fingers moved down, and he slowly pushed a finger into you causing you to let out a small gasp.

“I just need to get you ready for me,” Bill said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He then added a second finger, creating a delicious feeling because of the slight stretch. Bill used his thumb to rub your clit bringing you closer to your release.

He curled and scissored his fingers making you clench around his fingers, Bill’s lips curled up into a slight grin.

“Cum for me, my beautiful girl.”

His words made the coil in your belly snap and you came on his fingers as you shook and closed your eyes in pleasure. You were panting as Bill worked you through your orgasm. He removed his fingers and brought them up to his lips sucking them clean and releasing them with a ‘pop’.

“absolutely divine.”

He made haste work of removing your panties and the shirt you had slept in, as well as his own boxers.

When you were both completely naked, he stroked his cock a couple of times before running it through your folds to gather your arousal as a lubricant. Bill slowly started pushing into you and you both released simultaneous gasps at the feeling. He pushed all the way in and bottomed out in you but didn’t move as he waited for you to adjust.

“I’m okay, you can move,” you said and moaned when he pulled back his hips and snapped them back into yours, and set a steady and pleasurable pace.

Leaning down so your chests were pressed together, he sloppily kissed you drinking up all the moans that spilled from your mouth to his.

He broke the kiss and leaned up slightly to snake a hand between your bodies to rub your swollen clit. You didn’t have time to process before you came for the second time that morning. Your whole body shook, and your legs tightened around Bill’s hips.

“Such a pretty sight… think you can take one more?” Bill panted out.

You whimpered and nodded.

“Ah, use your words angel.”

“Yes, Bill, I can take another,” you moaned out as he kept pounding into your sensitive cunt.

“Good girl,” Bill said as he pulled out of you and laying himself down, guiding you by your hips to straddle him.

He positioned you above his cock and guided it into you again.

“There you go, my pretty baby, go own ride me,” Bill encouraged, and you wasted no time in obeying him.

You rocked your hips, circled them, and bounced on him until you felt yourself nearing another release and you moaned loudly.

Bill’s hand found your clit again and rubbed it until your knees quivered as you came again.

When you had finished, Bill grabbed your hips and angled you so he could fuck up into you, chasing his own release.

Not long after, his thrusts faltered, and he stilled as he emptied himself in you.

You collapsed onto his chest trying to catch your breath. Bill rubbed your back slowly, before pulling out of you causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“You did so well,” Bill praised, kissing your forehead.

“I’m never going to let you go, my pretty girl.”