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autistpride · 6 months ago

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Autism Acceptance

For @wolfstarmicrofic April prompts

April 12 prompt: College AU

Wordcount: 4650

Part 1

Dedicated to @mia-675 who sent the ask with the prompt idea

The university experience was overrated. Oh don't misunderstand! Remus was grateful to his parents for fighting for him, for advocating that he got all the tools he had needed to get him to this point.

For at one point taking the local primary school and local council to court and winning! His mum taking it upon herself to home educate him through to college. Then for Lyall, driving him two hours there and back everyday to the college that had helped ensure Remus got the education he not only craved but deserved. For staying up late and helping him study for entrance exams, for editing mock papers, and for pushing for accommodations when it came time for Remus to sit them. His mum was a fierce advocate when they tried to insist that Remus shouldn’t bother.

They were optimistic and hopeful, telling Remus that his scores were delayed because he did great and then cheering him on when he not only passed, but got offers for his choice in university. He had his pick, something unheard of for an autistic individual, especially one that was non speaking like he was. So many saw that information and immediately rejected applicants due to “lack of appropriate accommodations to meet the needs of SEN students.” It was just a polite way of saying they were ableist and elitist. But no one wanted to turn down a non speaking autistic individual with his marks. They all scrambled to have him enrolled through them, hoping to use his story as inspiration porn.

So when Remus picked University of Cambridge, his parents were surprised. They at first asked over and over if he was sure he didn’t want to pick something closer to them. That the University of Norwich was a great choice and only an hour away. Then they asked if he didn’t want to pick something better. That if he was going to go further away and go to university, if he didn’t want to go to go to a better choice. But Remus had thought about it and felt like this was the best place for him. He wanted to study psychology and it was rated second!

The other top choices were in London and Oxford and Remus really didn’t want to go to either of those places. Not that there was anything wrong with them, the cost of living in London was so much higher and the bigger city with the crowds and noise worried Remus. That and he was comfortable navigating Cambridge for the most part. They had gone weekly when he was growing up for therapies and then eventually quarterly for appointments. So he at least knew his way around the hospital, train station, and shopping area. He had also calculated that this was a good middle ground in regards to the cost of his schooling and living expenses. His parents finally gave their approval in the wake of his hour-long powerpoint presentation about it.

All that to say, now that Remus was here, he felt like it was overrated. All the extracurricular things, volunteering, clubs and fraternities, parties. Remus didn’t care for any of it. He was just there to get his education and leave. But some of his professors made that so challenging, stating that they needed these hands on life experiences to become informed and well rounded people. A lot of his professors at least attempted to work with Remus, many exchanging emails to ensure Remus was understanding and keeping up well enough. But there were a fair few who honestly seemed like their only purpose was to misunderstand. Then add in the long lectures and late nights studying and Remus was just exhausted. The line between doing okay and a burnout being used like a jump rope.

One such professor is what led to Remus spending all his freetime in the Haddon Library. Remus preferred it over the main library because it was quieter and more out of the way. There were many libraries in Cambridge and he could have chosen any of them, but something about this one called to him. Sure it didn’t have all of the books he needed, but he would just check them out and bring them with when necessary and it just so happened to also be down the street from the psychology building. It also was near to the museums of zoology, archaeology, history of science, and earth sciences which allowed Remus the ability time to binge a little on his other interests.

Remus had procured a table in a corner that was fairly secluded, two stacks of books making it feel enclosed. The massive window that overlooked the courtyard below and a radiator kept the area well lit and toasty in the drizzling chilly autumn which allowed Remus to actually remove his beanie, scarf, and fingerless gloves. When he was there all day, he even went so far as to take off his sweater, revealing his well worn graphic tees underneath, as he furiously took notes from the mountains of books piled around.

—--

Sirius was starting over with his degree, previously studying law at his parents' demand. But after months of lectures that Sirius hated every second of, his room mate and best friend James had convinced him to speak with someone about switching. His change of majors without their consent or approval, especially to one that wasn’t on their approved list of majors, was the final straw with his parents. They disinherited Sirius. After a week of anger at them, Sirius spiralled and if it hadn’t been for James and Lily he would have crawled back to them begging for their forgiveness. The university had been understanding and with some help, set Sirius up on the path he was now on.

Sirius studied archaeology and volunteered part time at the Archeology and Anthropology Museum next to his department. Although sometimes he would work at the Museum of Classical Archaeology. His volunteer work helped cover some of his education costs, free labour in exchange for a discount. He also worked at the Cafe Au Chocolat all day on the weekends to help pay for his expenses. Sirius pretended like he didn’t notice the fact that every so often, a donation would be made to pay down his education expenses, but he knew that it came from the Potter family. James’ parents had practically become his own when they were in secondary school and when his parents finally cut him off and kicked him out of the family, they welcomed him with open arms.

Sirius had studied in many places, mostly cafes, but his midterm was coming up and he was absolutely stressed over it. So when his best mate James' girlfriend Lily had suggested a library near her department, psychology, one Sirius was aware of but honestly had never stepped foot in, he finally caved. Sirius packed everything he would need for the day and trekked there. He wandered the library for a bit, running his fingers over the spines of texts before searching for a table to work at. He found the perfect one within moments and it was empty, which came as a surprise to Sirius. It seemed despite there being many students in there working, some even sitting on the floor leaned against the shelves, this table was left alone. Not one to question a gift from the universe, Sirius unloaded his bag and began to work.

Sirius was deep in a sketch for his project when the light from the window dimmed. Sirius looked up in confusion only to be face to face with a sandy haired student who would tower over him even if he rose to his feet. Sirius’ eyes trailed over the other man, bundled in layers and layers of clothing and staring down at Sirius as if he couldn’t believe the audacity. This must have been why the table was empty before. Sirius sighed and slowly began to pack up. He wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight with someone who was possessive over the other half of a table in a library. He just wanted to study and then go to work.

The student seemed to realise what was occurring when he waved his hands at Sirius and offered him a tentative smile, sitting his stuff down and motioning for Sirius to sit. Sirius bit his lip, uncertain but nodded, pulling back out his notebook and textbook as the other boy sat across from him, unpacking his own things.

They never spoke, not once the entire time they worked. Both content to have a table mate that seemed just as keen to focus on their studies as the other was. When the library began to close up for the night the other boy gave Sirius a soft nod of approval as he left.

Sirius was busy the next two days, between lectures and his volunteer work, he hardly had time to sleep and eat let alone study. Sirius was so behind he was overwhelmed and so grateful that he had the Friday to spend all day in the library working. He filled up at breakfast with James and Lily, eating until his stomach hurt so he wouldn’t need to leave the library for any reason until evening. Lily had expressed concern at that, but James had whispered it was better than him going on an empty stomach into a hyperfixation. James had been witness to many of those incidents over the years. The longest being the entire week he dived into studying the Queer History in Britain after realising and coming to terms with the fact that he wasn’t straight.

Sirius almost sighed in relief when he sat down at the table across from the other young man that was there before. He looked up at Sirius and gave Sirius a small smile and nod before returning to his own work. He had two papers and five drawings to do and Sirius felt like he was going to explode if a single person interrupted him while he was working today.

—--

To say Remus hadn’t been surprised and upset when the dark haired boy was at his table for the first time would be a lie. Remus had in fact been prepared to storm off or demand the other person leave. That was his workspace. He had claimed that table on the first day of lessons and everyone else saw fit to leave him alone, his annoyed expressions and tiny scoffs of annoyance at the jokes and small talk when he was trying to work left an unspoken rule for the others to just not bother him.

Apparently that didn’t endear him to his peers since he could hear them frequently explaining to new people not to talk to him because he was a bit of a dick. But Remus didn’t care. He wasn’t there to make friends, he was there to study. And furthermore, none of them seemed to notice his acc device nor his many signs of signalling that he was autistic. For fucks sake, he wore a lanyard with his student ID that said Autistic AF. His beanie had a rainbow infinity symbol on the brim. He hated that he had to flag himself like this, but he refused to explain himself to people. Those who understood would get it, and those ignorant well they could just assume he was an arse and fuck off.

His parents and therapist over the years had said this was not conducive for making friends or having a relationship with people, but Remus was frankly tired of trying. He had put so much time and effort into masking and trying to befriend people in school only for them to like him until he became too much for them. Remus was sick of people ghosting him, dropping him the moment he couldn't mask anymore, and in one situation outright trying to sexually assault him because he had been naive and easy.

Someone hadn’t informed this bloke though, he sat intently sketching a copy of an artefact from the textbook at his side, occasionally referencing another book. Remus stood watching him for a bit when it seemed the boy finally realised he was there and looked up confused before sighing and scrambling to pack up. Remus was taken aback by the annoyed expression on the other person's face, apparently upset to have to find someplace else to work, and Remus had to admit that the other man was quite attractive. So he waved his hands and motioned for him to sit, to stay, before sitting in his own chair and beginning to work. Remus could share his table just this once.

Only it hadn’t been once. The other person came back two days later practically melting into the chair across the table from him as if he was relieved to be there before taking a deep breath as if to prepare himself and began to work. Remus wouldn’t admit to anyone that he didn’t spend as much time as he should have working. Using this time to silently observe his table mate in curiosity. He worked with a ferocity Remus had never seen in another person, outside himself that was. He wrote quickly in scratchy but tiny looped cursive and referenced almost as many books as Remus did when working. At one point he soundlessly groaned and rubbed his temples before putting whatever he was working on away and taking out a sketch pad to work on another drawing of some ancient item. He never tried to whisper to Remus, to interrupt him. He just worked diligently all through the day, straight through lunch, until the library was closing up for the evening. Remus determined then that he could stay. He would share his table with the other young man.

The other person was missing over the weekend but was already sitting at the table when Remus arrived anytime he made it to the library that week. The following week he was absent everyday. There seemed to be no rhyme or rhythm to the other man's schedule and that was honestly bothering Remus. He never knew when the other man would be there or when he wouldn’t and Remus not only hated unpredictability but he dreaded surprises.

As if the other boy could read Remus’ mind, the following weeks were in fact predictable. He was there before Remus on Monday and Wednesday. He was there a few hours after Remus on Tuesday and Thursday. They were both there not long after opening on Fridays and he was never there on the weekends. It continued this way straight through midterms. Remus was looking forward to the ability to focus on something else for a while after. He had heard there was a new exhibit at the Fitzwilliam Museum and he really wanted to go see it.

—-

As midterms approached Sirius turned in his project, his sketchpad filled with detailed drawings of various artefacts. Sirius was grateful to see that one assignment finished and took the following week to pick up extra shifts at the chocolat. He used the extra money that week to pay in advance his cell phone bill for the next several months and left money with Lily for his part of the water and electric bills. After that he buckled down and spent every spare moment not in lectures or working in the library.

He was determined to pass his midterms and prove everyone wrong. So many of the people in his courses thought he wasn’t cut out for it, a few of his professors hinted as much even. The information and art portions didn’t come naturally. He had a poor memory for just memorising facts, preferring more to understand the hows and whys then to just spout off random dates and locations. But he was always fascinated and determined to succeed, so he studied.

Midterms finally came and Sirius nailed them. He had literally screamed, “in your face!” when he aced the one from his hardest professor. Luckily, he did it when only James and Lily were present. He would have hated to anger that professor any more than he already was. The Potters had celebrated for all three of them, praising them and having a nice luncheon before everyone was passed around for hugs. Monty slipped fifty quid into Sirius’ hand and told him to use it for something nice. That he had worked hard and deserved it. Sirius had no idea what to use it on and honestly wanted to give it back, but Monty had insisted that he would know if Sirius spent it on bills or groceries because he had enlisted James to dob on him. So Sirius placed it in his wallet and figured he'd just use it for an emergency or something.

Sirius’ study schedule changed again following the midterm, his hours at the museum changing some. He had to drop two of his study times and now was there Monday, Thursday, and Friday. That worked for him though, because he really enjoyed getting to talk to the children that came in about the displays. Answering their questions that adults rolled their eyes at. Sirius never did though. Children always had the most intriguing questions and thoughts because they hadn’t been beaten down by society yet to not say what they were thinking. Sirius loved that!

Sirius continued on at the chocolat like usual and the weekend following midterms was a bit hectic with orders, one woman came in and practically bought out the shop. Sirius had asked why she had needed so many, if the order was for an event, and she just laughed and said it was a gift for her son for passing his midterms and she hoped they would last longer than a week but she seriously doubted it. Sirius had laughed and sent her off with congratulations for her son and a wink at the register when he added a few extras for herself.

Anytime he was in the library, the golden haired boy was there too. Either sitting and working already when he arrived or joining him not long after he had started working. Sirius had taken to watching him sometimes, when the other was working and he was less likely to be caught. He glanced at him through his lashes when he was drawing or made it look like he was referencing another text but would watch the other for a few moments.

He was actually really pretty. His hair was a soft brown with curls that looked golden when the sun's rays hit it through the window. His eyes were dark brown, sharp and quick. Sirius could tell he was wicked smart. His handwriting was neat and tidy, unlike Sirius’, and he always kept a tablet near him that he never touched. He always seemed to be dressed in layers, but after weeks of working near each other, Sirius noticed that the beanie had a rainbow infinity symbol.

He didn’t know what that meant and spent one Friday evening after the library looking it up. Leading him down an all nighter about the term neurodiverse and the neurodivergent movement and the many things that fell under that. Sirius learned that ADHD was considered under that umbrella and immediately ran to James to express his excitement that he wasn’t broken like he had been led to believe. That the way they talked about ADHD and others were with a more positive and prideful tone.

After that he tried to notice everything he could about the other boy. Without knowing it, he had helped Sirius and Sirius was determined to find a way to thank him. But the other young man never ate or drank anything when in the library and Sirius didn’t know what he liked. He guessed his major by only seeing the enormous pile of psychology texts.

Apparently he talked about this other boy a lot, because one day when Sirius brought it up to Lily, she just smiled at him and said, “you know most people just ask the people they are interested in out on a date. But maybe you should start by finding out his name first.”

That led Sirius to a crisis. He panicked and avoided the library for two weeks.

—-

Remus passed his midterms with no problem. His parents came down for a weekend and they celebrated. Remus showed them around and took them to two of his favourite museums. They wandered the arcade and Lyall insisted on buying Remus new docs while there. Remus rolled his eyes but thanked him while his mum went into the chocolat while Remus and his dad went to get his docs and bought Remus a small supply of sweets.

Remus occasionally noticed the other boy staring at him but Remus never called him out on it, because then he would have to admit that he was also watching the other just as much. He had soft blue eyes that seemed to jump between a blue so light they looked like glass and as dark as the storm clouds that currently gathered outside the library window while they worked.

The sky got darker faster and faster as they neared Yule and soon Remus was walking to and from the library in the inky blackness. The cold seemed to seep into Remus’ bones and he never removed his layers and Remus debated moving the table closer to the radiator some days just to feel a little warmer.

Remus noticed when the dark haired boy wasn’t there the first time. He thought nothing of it. The second time, he glanced around often during his stay wondering if he had chosen someplace else to sit. The third time, Remus got up and subtly wandered the library curious if he was even in the library at all. The fourth, Remus struggled to focus. Somehow he had gotten used to the other boys' quiet noises. The house of his pen scratching on the paper or his pencil sketching out antiques. He had gotten used to looking up and seeing him sitting there, trying unsuccessfully to not be looking right back at Remus. The fifth day Remus couldn’t work at all. He spent the entire time staring out the window worried that something bad had happened to him but didn’t know how to check. The sixth, he resigned himself that somehow without even speaking this time, he had lost another friend.

When the other boy was sitting at the table just like he always was on that following Monday, Remus gasped in surprise. The sound apparently louder than he had ever made before alerting the other to his presence because blue eyes quickly met his own. The dark haired boy quickly looked down at his lap and then up at Remus again offering a nervous smile and a tentative wave. Remus slowly took his seat and started to pull out his books. And without any words, just like that, they were back to their usual routine.

Remus had never been so grateful to see someone okay in his life, other than his own family that was. Somehow without him ever noticing this other person had become part of his routine and he felt off kilter without him. That confused Remus. So he did the only thing he could think of, he video called his mum. She read through his long rambled sentences that strung together, often repeating themselves as he typed quickly. The sound of his messages incoming on her end became a string of small bings until he had written himself in circles and she bid him to pause and take a breath and give her a few moments to catch up.

Remus had not been expecting her to tell him that he should introduce himself. That this other person seemed like they could be a friend. That Remus should take that step once more, try again. Remus was adamant that it was a bad idea. That it would end badly when he didn’t show up again. Hope combated his arguments with logic. “If you’re friends then he could just tell you when he won't make it. Then you wouldn’t worry.” Damn her for knowing just what to say.

So Remus decided that he would try, one more time, to make a friend. But he swore if this didn’t work that he would become a hermit. His mum laughed and rolled her eyes at his dramatics but told him she loved him, blew him kisses through the video, and told him to go.

Remus walked into the library that Friday with a folded piece of paper in his pocket. He worried it, turning it over and over with his hand in an attempt to stay calm. When he got to their table, he was there. He hadn't unpacked yet and stood awkwardly shuffling his feet.

He looked up at Remus as Remus approached and Remus could tell he was nervous. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his hands clenching and unclenching the sides of his trousers.

Remus stood up straight and walked over, displaying a look of what he hoped was indifference to whatever was about to happen.

“Hi. I know we haven't talked before. But I'm Sirius. I mean I'm not serious, well sometimes I am. My name. I mean my name is Sirius, like the star.” He said in a rushed out whisper, “and well I was well I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me. Like as well as a date.”

—-

He stared at Sirius, his bag slowly sinking to the ground. He didn’t say anything, just stared at him. Sirius waited a moment, two, three, and then nodded. “Oh well um thats okay. Just pretend like I hadn’t said anything please.”

Sirius turned back to the table to pack up, before freezing, confused for a moment before he remembered he hadn’t unpacked in the first place. He wanted to bang his head on the table now. He looked like an idiot.

The golden haired boy tapped his shoulder and Sirius turned, expecting to see pity on his face, when a piece of paper was held out for him. The boy smiled at Sirius and raised an eyebrow. Sirius took the paper and bit his lip as he unfolded it.

“Hi. My name is Remus. I'm nonspeaking and autistic.”

Sirius read it and looked up at the boy, Remus, who was quickly typing away on his tablet and then held it out for Sirius. Sirius took it and the screen said, “yes. I’d really like to go on a date with you Sirius, the star who is only sometimes serious.”

Sirius chuckled and looked up at Remus, “really?”

Remus nodded and motioned with his head to the door with his eyebrows furrowed.

Sirius quickly nodded and gathered his stuff, handing the tablet back to Remus. “Ya. We can go now.”

The date went really well, at least Sirius thought so. He would talk to Remus and Remus would type back. It wasn’t until near the end of the date when Remus let the robotic voice speak the sentences instead of having Sirius just read them, obviously becoming more comfortable using it with him.

Sirius asked if Remus had a cell phone and could text. Remus snorted and nodded, holding out his hand for Sirius’ phone. Sirius handed it to him and Remus added himself to Sirius’ contacts. When they parted ways, Sirius asked Remus if he would be at the library Monday. And despite Remus not saying anything, Sirius could see him roll his eyes and Sirius knew he was laughing at him before nodding his head and waving bye.

Sirius called into work that weekend, choosing instead to hole up learning everything he could about autism and nonspeaking communication.

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band--psycho · 2 years ago

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Young!Remus Lupin x Reader- You're Here

It's been a while since I've written a Young!Remus Lupin story!

Thank you so much @xacatalepsyx for helping me with this story for my Christmas Writing Challenge!

Warning: Grief

Prompt - I wasn't going to let you spend Christmas alone

This isn't exactly the happiest of stories; but I think it's always to import that Christmas can be a difficult time for people too!

Y/n was staring numbly at her surroundings, taking in the bright twinkling lights, the cheery ornaments and the cheesy Christmas music playing in the background.

She’d spent most of the day putting up all of the decorations.Christmas was her favorite time of year, it had been ever since she was little. So decorating her house was a habit.

But this year was different.

Normally putting up Christmas decorations had always managed to cheer her up, always made things seem brighter, no matter how much shit had happened.

It was almost like her own form of therapy.

But this year; she did not feel happy, hopeful, excited or festive.

She just felt hollow.

Like her heart had been ripped out of her body.

Memories of Christmas’ gone by kept flashing in her mind.

Memories that she wanted so desperately to remember and keep ahold of whilst equally wishing she could forget them.

How was that possible? To want to remember and forget a memory in equal measure?

Remembering previous Christmas’ were painful; and the memories kept dragging her to depths she was struggling more and more to rise from.

This time last year, Y/n, Lily, and the boys, had all been preparing together. They were all decorating each other's houses, baking Christmas treats, belting out Christmas songs at the top of their lungs, shopping…

This time this year; they’d planned on having an extra member of their group; Lily and James’ baby, Harry. Y/n had even got him a baby’s Christmas ornament to place on the tree…but that decoration remained in the box it arrived in, purely because Y/n knew how much pain it would cause her to see it again.

She was trying so hard to hold it together.

But then her eyes gazed down at the homemade Christmas silver and gold, glittery star that she was holding in her hands and that’s when the dam broke.

The pitter patter of tears hitting the handmade ornament has her raising it out of the way, holding it up so you can get a better look at it.

Her mind wandered back to a simpler time and an easier time; when she still had her chosen family.

Memories of James and Sirius arguing over what colour the star should be fills her mind; and as much as she wants to push it aside, to forget the memory entirely she can’t help but allow the memory to sweep her up in its embrace.

It was years ago now, Y/n and Lily had attempted to explain some more muggle traditions behind Christmas, granted both of them were quite confused by some of the traditions but, they both immediately had taken a liking to the idea of having a star in the Gryffindor common room.

Remus of course had been the brains behind putting the base together, and he merely sat with Y/n and Lily, eating Christmas cookies as the boys argued. Peter, bless him, had tried to be a mediator but to no one’s surprise he gave up in the end, when both boys decided that two colours would be better than one.

Simpler and easier times.

She hiccuped a laugh at the thought. When a silly color had been their biggest concern.

And now they were gone. Lily, James, Peter… Sirius. Even Remus.

She hugged the star to her chest and dropped down to her knees, her tears wracking through her body as the weight of her own grief overwhelmed her.

How did it come to this? In one night, she had lost everything.

They were gone… lily and James. Peter. Sirius. Even Remus had left.

James, Lily, Peter and Sirius, they were out of her reach, gone forever.

But Remus, despite how close the two were becoming in the months prior to everything, he had left. Left her on her own and she couldn’t figure out why.

She didn’t blame him.

Y/n understood better than most what he was feeling, but couldn’t help but hate that he had left her like this.

At least if they were together they could comfort one another in moments like this.

She didn’t know where he was, or what he was doing but she had hoped he might make an appearance.

It sounds cliche but over the years at Hogwarts, her friends had become like her family…and right now, she just wanted her family back.

She wanted to hear Remus’ sassy retorts to Sirius, Lily's infectious laugh, Sirius’ and James' constant bickering as well as their surprisingly good singing voices and Peter's constant questions about Christmas.

But things couldn’t go back to how they were, how could they?

Falling to her side, curling into the fetal position, she holds the star close; like it’s the only thing that’s stopping her from completely falling apart.

She doesn’t know how long she was like that; giving into the weight that had been slowly crushing her for months now.

In the silence of her tears; Y/n heard a knock at the door; the sound of the faint knock was enough to drag her out of the painful memories racing through her mind.

At first, she thought she was hearing things, perhaps it was her imagination playing tricks on her, it wouldn’t have been a shock she’d hadn’t slept properly for months now.

Then she heard a knock on the door again, louder than before.

Slowly, she sat up, quickly wiping away her tears in a fruitless attempt to clean herself up before she pushed herself to her feet, placing the star down on a cushion on the sofa beside her.

Then she began to make her beau to the door; glancing up at the clock she saw that it was nearly ten in the evening. That was enough to have Y/n questioning who was outside her door, perhaps it was Dumblrdore or McGonagall, they’d both been to check on her previously so it wouldn’t be that off. She was fairly certain it wasn’t any type of enemy, given the fact that an enemy probably wouldn’t knock.

Pure shock came over Y/n as she looked through the peephole of her front door to see who it was that was outside.

“Can’t be,” she whispered to herself, a shaky breath slipping past her lips, her mind racing.

“I can hear you, you know…”

Despite being muffled with the wooden barrier of the door between you, his voice still sends a shiver down her spine. Husky, and low.

“I-“

He seems to bite his tongue as she reaches out to spin the locks, the noise putting his dialogue on hold as he waits to see her face to face.

As she tentatively swings the door open towards her, he straightens himself up from his previously slightly slouched position. He had clearly attempted to make it easier for her to see him, knowing she’d look to see who it was.

“R-Remus?”

“Surprise…” he mumbled weakly. His voice was rough, as though he hadn’t used it lately, and you could definitely believe that. Had he been hiding away as well? She thought he wouldn’t turn up, he’d been gone for nearly two months, so why did he decide to make an appearance now?

Tilting her head at the thought, she took a step back in order to get a better look at him, the words falling from her mouth before she could process them, her mind trying to work out if it was really seeing Remus Lupin before that was standing before her.

“What are you doing here? I thought…”

Seeming to pick up on your state of disbelief and confusion, he offers.

“I wasn’t going to let you spend Christmas alone.”

Once again, Y/n can feel tears building, blurring her vision as they started to fall from her eyes.

Smile falling, Remus crosses the threshold, closing the distance between the two of them. He shuts the door over as he does so, enclosing Y/within the privacy of your hallway.

“Y/N, I- '' before he could utter another syllable she threw herself into his chest, arms wrapping around his waist as she held him tightly, fearing that if she loosened her grip even for a second, he’d disappear again.

Remus himself didn’t waste a second before returning the affection, leaning down to hold her close, both of them seeking comfort in one another after months apart.

He buried his head in the dip between her shoulder and her neck, the shaky breath that escapes him warms her neck, but what really gets her attention is the feeling of liquid sliding down your collarbone.

Not a second passes before she realised that Remus was also crying. In all the years you had known him you’d seen him cry once after a full moon, but this was different.

He wasn’t mourning himself, like Y/n, he was grieving for what couldn’t be.

And I’m this moment, both he and Y/n were two broken souls seeking refuge in one another.

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“You decorated.” It wasn’t a question, she could tell he wasn’t surprised, and she knew he wouldn’t judge her for it, he’d known her for all these years, so he knew how much she adored Christmas.

“I wanted a bit of normality, I thought… I know it’s silly, but I thought it might help me.”

When she thought about it, it had helped a little bit, going through the boxes of old decorations, falling into this tradition from childhood, had helped a little bit. Things didn’t seem as dreary in the apartment that once hosted so many.

“It isn’t silly at all, you did a wonderful job.” His soft admission drew her attention to his gaze, only to find him smiling down at her. She noticed his eyes were still red from the tears, much like hers probably did.

He looked worn down and exhausted. But still handsome.

“Thank you. There’s just one more thing though.” Turning away from him she made her way over to the sofa, reaching out to grab the one thing she had yet to put in its place.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

A small smile tugged at Y/n's lips, she had piqued his curiosity, she could tell by the way the pitch of his voice increased.

She couldn’t help but notice the glitter left in its place upon the cushion, but made no effort to swipe it away, instead she turned back to Remus and held it out to him.

“You kept it?” He asked, feeling another tear slip down his cheek as he gently took hold of the star; examining it closely.

Y/n could tell by the look that was growing in Remus’ eyes that he was clearly reliving the same memories that she had done earlier in the night.

“Of course I did,” she stated softly; gently wrapping a hand around his wrist, before pulling him over to the tree.

Yes they could’ve used magic to place the star on top of the tree; but in all the years since the star had been made, one of the members of the group had always placed the star upon the tree.

It was something James and Sirius would quite often fight over; until either Lily or Y/n took it from them and placed it there themselves.

Remus had rarely ever placed the star upon the tree even though he was probably the tallest out of everyone in the group.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Y/n asked, glancing between Remus and the top of the Christmas tree.

“I’d be happy to, sweetheart, ” the words fell from his lips effortlessly, placing a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead before he reached up slightly to place the star in its pride of place.

Tagging:

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#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagines #young!remus lupin imagine #young!remus lupin x reader #young!remus lupin imagines #remus Lupin imagine #marauders #marauders era #marauders era x reader #marauders era imagines #marauders era imagine

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sweeethinny · 1 year ago

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hard day

Today wasn't the best therapy session, and sometimes I feel like Lily, for every one step forward, I feel like I take ten back. anyway. just hard days and hard diagnoses and treatments.

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Things weren't easy, the challenges were definitely bigger than what James had been promised when he married Lily.

He hoped their fights were because he had left something out of place or because she had a terrible habit of leaving lights on and closet doors open.

He definitely wasn't expecting that they would fight over this.

''You treat me like I'm a child!'' Lily yelled angrily back at him, and James took a deep breath thinking that she was just still digesting the news and that this was just another sudden change of mood caused by the turbulent day she had had. She didn't hate him and didn't want to leave him, Lily was just mad and wanting to explode with the first one who walked in front of her — and unfortunately, it was him.

''I'm just saying, it would be a lot easier if—''

''You don't know.'' Lily spoke so enraged, her cheeks were the color of her hair, as if she were fifteen again and they were fighting in the middle of the classroom because he made some joke that she didn't like. She didn't even remotely resemble the twenty-year-old woman he'd married.

''But I'm trying hard to know at least one percent, to help you!'' He almost shouted, throwing his hands up like a madman and closing his eyes to try to remember the words Remus had said to him; ''tone of voice matters a lot in conversation.'' ''Lils, I just want to help you, and I understand that you're angry and sad, it's totally your right, but let me help you at least, tell me what you want me to do or say if you just need me to hold you and be silent by your side, but say something. Let me get closer. Let me show you that there is a solution.”

''There is no solution, James, that's what I'm trying to tell you, I want you to understand that–''

''Don't repeat that I have a broken wife, or whatever the fuck you were going to say.'' James took a deep breath, almost losing his temper. ''We'll get through this together, I'll help you, and we'll be in this side by side as we've always been, what will be different now?’’

''What if during treatment I change? And if…''

"I will love you, whether you're skinny, fat, pink, white, green, blue, with or without hair, tall or short, just a walking head or full body... I will always love you," James said, knowing exactly what she meant. ''I didn't marry you for what you look like, I married you because I love who you are, the whole of you, and you're not just a body, Lily. It's not the weight on the scale or a mental or eating disorder.'' He sighed. ''Let me help you.''

''I don't want to feel like I'm a burden on someone's life, and every time we think I'm getting better it feels like I take ten steps backwards,'' She cried, standing on the step of the stairs wiping her face and sniffling, clearly getting more nervous and starting to let out the feelings she was just swallowing and pretending didn't exist. ''I feel like I'm a walking failure.'' Lily then collapsed, and James only had time to pull her into his arms in a tight hug, allowing her to pour out all her pain there.

There was nothing he could say, he knew, words at that point would be thrown to the wind, so he just stood there. With her.

#james x lily #jily #lily evans #james potter #my fic

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possessingtheproperspirit · 2 years ago

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Fic Author Self Rec

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Thanks for tagging me, @kay-elle-cee <3 I found this very hard haha as self-reccing goes against everything I hold dear, but nonetheless here we are...

the way you left me || At nineteen, James vanishes, and Lily breaks.

I wrote this in a fevered rush, and I think it's the one I'm most proud of overall. Not entirely sure why, which doesn't lend itself to this sort of post, does it? It's sad and sweet and painful and all the things I like writing most. Angst with a happy, hopeful ending is my sweet spot.

2. Uninvited || With NEWTs looming, friends gather at the Potters' cottage in Wales to study and let off steam during the Easter holidays of their seventh year.

What's not to enjoy about pining, a Welsh beach and a 'there was only one bed' scenario? It includes this sentence, which I feel nicely encapsulates the gang:

They ate their fill; Mary tried to teach them a strange Muggle game called cricket, which James had a natural affinity for (“ever the fucking sportsman,” Marlene jeered from her position on the opposing team); Sirius tried to lead a team into the shallows, forgetting that the waters around the British Isles were frigid at the best of times; Remus built a bonfire in a bid to stop said team from developing frostbite.

I mean, what more can I say?

3. Forget-Me-Not (cw: sa). ||. At eighteen, Lily Evans fell - and fell hard - for James Potter, a classmate she had never given much thought to before. He seemed as into her as she was into him, so why is it, when she starts a new job almost a decade and a lot of water under that particular bridge later, that her new boss - James Potter himself - doesn't seem to remember her at all? A Don’t You Forget About Me by Mhairi Mcfarlane AU fic.

I wasn't going to include this one, but I guess I changed my mind? I'm proud that I a) finished this fic at all, and b) hopefully managed a very fine balance in dealing with an extremely sensitive subject. It was all a very personal writing experience and I guess I'm glad it all came out okay in the end.

4. A Lesson in Communication || There's a rule at his school that teachers are strictly not allowed to date the parents of pupils. James has never minded this rule before...

This largely started because it so amused me to think of James wrangling children at sports day. This is one of those stories that was supposed to be a quick thing, and then morphed into a nearly-12k monster whereby the misunderstandings piled up on top of each other like delicious pancakes. Yes, if anyone asked a straightforward question this fic would be about 500 words. Yes, my favourite bit is still Remus' reaction when he realises James' mistake.

5. The Price We Pay || As the summer before their sixth year comes to an end, Sirius, Remus, Lily and James consider how things may be different on their return to Hogwarts. When Sirius finally breaks free from his toxic home, it should be a fresh start - but unfortunately, it's the start of a spiral that will threaten the foundations of friendship, and change their lives irrevocably.

Last but not least! That blurb could do with updating, really, given that now – 27 chapters in – we're into seventh year and rather a lot has happened, haha. Still, when I started it, I didn't think I'd write more than maybe five or six chapters, and then it sort of grew its own little legs and scurried away from me. You know, how writing does? It's my original baby fic and I love it so but I also go through phases where I worry it's all utter bollocks, so it's very much a rollercoaster of a relationship. There is something both wonderful and challenging in writing a canon multi-chap, especially in this fandom where there are so many amazing canon multi-chaps. We battle on.

What a strange, therapy-esque post this ended up being 😅

Tagging (please feel free to ignore if you don't fancy it/have already done it) @wearingaberetinparis @mppmaraudergirl @clare-with-no-i @thequibblah @isahorcrux

#writing #fic #jple #jily #tagged #self-rec

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touchtranscendslanguage · 1 year ago

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*cracks knuckles* Janus dies au, you say? well then:

what would Janus "fixing everything" actually look like?

what are Logan and Pat doing in all this?

does Prince Pride ever face consequences?

how do Janus and Virgil react to being reunited?

Okay, so what you have to understand is that Janus was the glue holding the seelie royal family together. They just didn't realize it until he was gone because they always took him for granted (except Remus).

I'm going to put a cut here because this got long

Janus being the villain is what allows Roman to be the hero and Patton to blissfully believe he's morally good because Janus does all the 'bad' stuff so that they don't have to get their hands dirty and covers for them when they do. Janus pushes good mental health and gets them to communicate when things go wrong. Janus is always in the background manipulating and fixing things. He's so good at it no one's aware of even half of what he does.

And then he dies and suddenly the rock they never spared a second thought is gone when they need it most.

Fae don't handle grief well. It's not something they're built for; not something life prepares them for. Fae almost never die, seelie especially. Even the ones who go into combat have long life expectancies. No one ever thought they would lose a member of the royal family.

When fae mourn (especially seelie) they do it with their whole hearts. Sometimes they subcome to the grief and become one with magic or nature, essentially dying of a broken heart. The other princes don't go so far as to give up on life but they do give up on themselves in a way.

Janus literally smacks them upside their heads and bullies some sense into them. And they listen. What else can they do? They're baby brother who they've been mourning for centuries is back from the dead and he's offended by what they've been doing in his name. Of course they're going to apologize and in exchange help him right their wrongs.

Janus kept Roman's ego in check. Time to rein it in again. Remind him it's okay to be proud but he also must be humble.

Janus kept Remus balanced. He made sure he was heard and accepted for all his eccentricities and got the help he needed. Time to kick his brothers' asses into treating him right again and get him back into therapy. (he's going to send all of them to therapy)

Janus made sure Logan knew it was okay to be both emotional and professional. The emotions don't compromise his well-being. At some point Logan forgot that and became cold and heartless. Time to thaw him back into the spring he is.

Janus helped Patton cope with his depression but he also made sure he knew he wasn't perfect and challenged his world views. With no one to challenge the way he thinks Patton became a purity snob and perfectionist. Time to remind him of reality.

As for the war, Janus can manipulate peace if he wants to. It's difficult and takes time but they get there. After humbling Roman and smacking some sense into him of course. He can't undo what's been done but things will work out in the end.

As for fae politics, the seelie gentry have become horribly corrupt. It's time to clean house. Killing their own people when needed has always been Janus's job and he's damn good at it.

As for Remy and Roman. Well, there's not much he can do about that. He can only encourage Roman to reach out to Remy. Because after everything they still love each other. They're still bonded by the claim. That doesn't mean Remy is willing to forgive Roman. Things will never be the same between them, but Roman can try to build something new from the ashes if Remy lets him. First he has to prove he's changed and is going to put in the work he needs to.

Logan and Patton have been enabling Roman. Losing Janus made them lose parts of themselves and what's left behind isn't pretty.

Prince Pride and Prince Ambition faced the wrath of their father which wasn't pretty, but they deserved worse. King Thomas and King Roman wanted vengeance but didn't know who exactly had tortured and killed Janus and none of the unseelie would fess up. They couldn't risk declaring war on all of them, so nothing was done for some time.

When Janus is resurrected he gets his revenge.

Janus and Virgil's reunion is tooth-rotting sweet.

When a faerie who's claimed someone dies the claimed has an option to either let the faerie's piece of soul die in them and go back to the way they were before dissolving the claim or to keep it and stay claimed to someone who is dead.

Virgil had no reason to keep the claim. He barely knew Janus and he was already immortal on his own. He didn't know about the magical benefits of being claimed

Janus doesn't know what's happened in the centuries he was dead or how Virgil's changed. He never really knew Virgil in the first place. But he knows Virgil went out of his way to be with him in his final hours and he kept the claim.

Virgil knows that Janus saved his life and is basically the same as he was hundreds of years ago. He never really could let go of Janus.

Virgil didn't hesitate to run into Janus's arms. A lot of kissing and cuddling ensued.

#anon #bluewic answers #ttl janus dies au

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full-of-roman-angst-trash · 2 years ago

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What is Home? Chapter 10

Masterpost Epilogue

TW: Abuse, Neglect, Mention of Relapse, Drug Abuse, Criminal Trial? (Ask to tag)

Ship(s): Anaroceit, Intrulogical.

Roman and Remus knew that the case with CPS wouldn’t be the end. They knew that their fight for freedom wasn’t over yet. If they truly wanted to be able to grow and heal, they wanted full justice.

So, they continued working with their lawyers and police to take their parents to court with multiple charges. Some of the charges included child abuse, child neglect, child endangerment, and drug abuse. It was decided that the parents would have a joint trial of codependents. The case would quickly go to court and a new chapter of the twins’ life would begin. This court case would prove to be much more challenging and difficult than the case with CPS.

The case was open to the public, something that would make it quite infamous. Articles and news channels began to cover the case, the shocking abuse the twins endured would disgust people as much as it captivated them. Every court day strangers would fill both the benches inside and the streets outside of the courtroom. The case would be televised, a decision the judge hesitated to make.

The twins wouldn’t be in the courtroom every time. Neither of them could stomach doing so. The fact that they were still minors also made it easier to avoid having to go to court too much. The only time they went to court was during witness testimony.

On the days the twins were brought into court, cameras were forbidden to protect their identities and safety. Any time they took the stand, they’re friends and loved ones would be in the public benches.

Roman hated testifying. They hated standing in the front of the courtroom. They hated feeling the eyes of strangers and their parents on them. They hated being surrounded by news reporters and cameras when walking out of the courtroom. They hated reliving their trauma multiple times. They hated being cross examined and having to hear their story being scrutinized by the defense team.

Remus wasn’t the biggest fan of testifying either. However, instead of the situation making zir upset like it did to Roman, it made ze angry. Ze felt as if the abuse that ze and zirs twin experienced was being exploited by the media. Ze felt that zirs parents liked the attention they were getting. Ze felt that the defense team was disgusting by being able to call the abuse nothing more but a lie that never happened.

Every time the twins left court, they would experience mental breakdowns and even relapses. Their friends would do their best to support and cheer them up every time, but unfortunately they were rarely successful. The twins would also take up therapy to try and cope with their trauma that now haunted their minds.

The abuse case was far worse than they ever expected it to be. The media is what made the situation worse. They hated having to constantly see the news on their phones or TV constantly talking about the case. They hated seeing their parents giving interviews and putting on their fake persona to try and sway the public opinion. They hated knowing that the pictures of their cuts and bruises were being shared to thousands of strangers. They hated people online constantly pitying them or trying to figure out their private information. They hated having to be escorted out of the courtroom by police with hoodies covering their faces.

They hated the world.

Well most of it at least. The only thing that was still a source of comfort for the twins was their friends.

Roman was only able to smile and continue living because of their boyfriends. Virgil and Janus were always there to comfort them. They listened when they needed to vent or just cry things out. They supported them through therapy and their declining mental health. They always gave Roman all the hugs, cuddles, and kisses they needed. And Roman could confidently say their boyfriends, along with their twin, was the best thing in their lives.

On the other hand, Remus relied mostly on Logan and Remy for comfort.

Something about Remy was strangely reassuring to Remus. Maybe it was the fact that Remy’s expertise in self care or how good she was at listening without interrupting or maybe it was something completely different. It didn’t truly matter what sparked their friendship though. In the end, Remus just appreciated having someone to go to vent and then relax with.

When it came to Logan, Remus just liked having someone around who could provide a rational explanation for most situations. Ze found it reassuring to know that there was logic and reason behind zir struggles. On top of that, their romantic feelings for each other continued to grow for one another. A level of trust established between them as Logan was one of the few people who has seen Remus in zir most vulnerable state. Despite how horrible the circumstances were, the two of them were grateful for the fact that it allowed them to get to know one another better and grow closer.

The trial didn’t last too long. It took 11 days to go through all the evidence, statements, and witnesses for all charges. The jury deliberated for about 6 hours.

Roman and Remus stared at the tv intensely, surrounded by their friends. They decided they wouldn't go to court on the day of the verdict so that they could be comforted by their friends in case their parents were found not guilty.

They held their breath as the jury walked back in, handing their decision to the officer in the courtroom, and then it’s handed to the judge. First it was the verdict of their father. Roman holds their twins hand tightly as the judge begins to read the jury’s decision.

Roman begins to cry. Remus holds zir twins hand tighter and smiles in shock as their father is found guilty on all charges.

When the judge moved onto reading out their mother’s verdict, the twins were much more optimistic. Roman had stopped crying and Remus was bouncing in zir seat anxiously.

And as the judge finished reading out the guilty verdicts for their mother, the twins couldn’t help but celebrate.

“We won!! Yes!” Remus jumped up in excitement before getting a hug from Remy.

Roman hugs their boyfriends, now crying out of pure joy again.

“It’s over Ro! You did it! I’m so proud of you!” Virgil whispers to their lover, “They’ll never be able to hurt you again!”

Janus nods, “You’re safe now, dear. Let it all out. Everything will be okay.”

For the rest of the day, the twins celebrate the victory with their friends. They were so happy that their parents were finally going to go to jail for all the pain they caused them. They didn’t let anything else affect their day. Not even the media that made it so that they couldn’t go outside all day due to the fact that they were trying to get their statement on the verdicts.

The next day the twins went to court for the last time. This time they were confident and ready to face their parents and the public. They were there to give victim impact statements to sway the judge into giving their parents the heaviest sentence possible.

The twins held their breaths, deciding to stay in the courtroom as they waited for the sentencing. Once again, their father was first. For the combined charges their father would get a total of 70 years consecutive in jail with a minimum of 45 years. Their mother would get 50 years with a minimum of 30 years.

The courtroom went wild. For the twins’ father his sentence was basically a life sentence since he will be 108 by the time he completes his 70 years. On top of that, it will be highly unlikely that he’ll get out earlier than intended due to his track record of violence. When it came to their mother though, people were upset at her getting such a lenient sentence. She’ll be 83 if she serves her full sentence.

The twins didn’t really think their mother’s sentence was light. They knew that with her poor health, she probably will be in jail for life. In the end, they’re just happy that they won’t see their parents ever again. They were finally free. They finally get a chance to live their life the way they want to.

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@thedeadandthedecaying

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unstablereader · 7 months ago

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Right, so I was just going to leave this but i feel that it needs to be addressed. And i mean no attack on @tiredofthehumanlife because they have so very very valid points.

NO ONE should be out there saying who and what people are allowed to ship or what that character MUST look like. Because thats none of your business and has zero impact on you so if you dont like it, dont read or interact with it.

On the other hand, this leans more the opposite way. If a characters race or skin tone isnt specified, then there is no reason someone cant veiw them all as white without it being white washing. Just as you could imagine them all as people of colour. I personally dont veiw James as Hindi (??) And i love Aaron Taylor Johnson as James but I also have my own image of James that IS tanner than ATJ. Euphemia is a name of Greek origin and i absolutely LOVE the idea of James being Greek. Just as Sirius is often seen as French desendant and Remus is Welsh (who often have a pale darker tonned skin).

The fact of the matter is that Hogwart is European, and just calling them 'white' doesnt fit, because each country has different skin tonnes. In summer, Italians olive skin becomes very dark, very much the same as the Greeks. Those in the Middle East are also varying shades of tanned. It is almost the same as saying Asians are white. In Africa a lot of African born people are white but that doesnt make them any less African. And there are more than a few polynesian communities that have darker skin than those of African heritage.

Summarised, people are free to veiw/imagine characters as they like but just as it isnt fair for them to push that "theyre all white" it isnt fair for anyone to say "they ARE poc." People imagine things based on what surrounds them.

Also, the only wrong ships are starcest and pedophilia. (My opinion but if you enjoy these i reccomend therapy).

Its the same with the gender identity of characters. If someone wants to write Regulus as trans thats their porogitive, however MY Reggie is a boy because thats how ive always imagined him. That doesnt make either identity wrong. A lot of people love genderfluid Sirius, but MY Sirius is a male who challenges gender norms. Again, neither is wrong.

Now, seperating us all into people who play with 'monster high dolls' and ' barbie dolls' isnt fair. Why cant we play with both?? Why arent we allowed to intermingle?? Why cant we build a city with the doll houses?? The only real difference is that ones cardboard while the others plastic. Theyre both loved by their users the same. It doesnt potray a welcoming community. And in my experience most people are?? I havent come across many people who are forceful in what they think the fandom should be and when i do there are 5 other people explaining why thats not cool to say.

If you are finding that there are alot of these in peoples comments, say something to them. And if its there posts?? Just ignore them and move on because the less its interacted with, the less its out there.

Of course no one has to agree with me and im sure i'll upset a few people on either side but at the end of the day, the community that I found on here are lovely and we have fun dicussing our differences in opinions.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk ✌️

Not to be a bitch or anything but I feel like the marauders fandom is losing their flavor and sense of whimsy

Like maybe it's bc it was a new sparkling thing for me to enjoy but I feel like before I had stumbled into a room with everyone sitting in a circle with their monster high dolls out and like sharing clothes and they were like "hey have you seen these two guys in the Harry Potter movies? Yeah well they kiss now wanna play with us?" And then I went and sat down with them and it was all gravy and there were so many new characters to relate to and put in different scenarios and it was so fun bc like everyone was just like little bottom dwelling queers with raccoons as their role models like "actually so I think Sirius is genderfluid what do we think?" And the crowd went wild

and now its like all white characters with no flavor and people are like "guys James Potter is a swiftie" and "Taylor Swift wrote all the young dudes" and "Sirius black is manly and I hate the way you twinked him it's so unrealistic" and "Jily is the only acceptable ship bc jegulus nor regulily wouldn't have happened" and it's just like when the annoying kid in your class goes "no I'm tired of you guys they're my friend now" and then sits next to you and pretends to be asking you genuine questions all while glancing over at their friends and its like we spent all this time playing with our monster high dolls and diy-ing their outfits and made our doll houses out of shoeboxes and these guys come in here and start stomping on all our toys and bringing in their two story barbie house

Basically it used to feel like playing with monster high dolls with all my cool monster high doll friends and now I feel like everyone is playing with Barbies and I miss our MOTHER FREAKING CARDBOARD DOLL HOUSE

Anyways going to get back to writing rosekiller smut

#poly marauders #marauders #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #pandora rosier #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes

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Hi!! I was reading that fix you wrote where Remuz was having a panic attack in the hospital. There was a part when he was remembering when his parents would calm him down when he was in the hospital with his shoulder, and I was wondering if maybe you could write a full version of that - when Remus was in the hospital and afraid, and sad, and in pain and his parents helping him through it.

Just a thought, love your work! ❤❤

Fic O'Ween Day 6: Nightmare. Honestly this is a big ol' cathartic whumpfest, ft. my endless love for Hope Lupin. Characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

TW for description of injury, trauma, hospitals, crying

The faint sound of plastic wheels on linoleum rattled through the door. There was the squeaky, bubbling laugh that only a five-year-old could muster; the wheels rattled again, returning from the end of their path to the timbre of a gentle voice. The lights inside were dim and Hope was grateful.

Julian rolled his toy across the hall floor again and Lyall chuckled, making some comment that was lost to the thick door. Voices hummed like the wings of bees in a hive, interrupted now and then by the ping of a PA system or the tchack-tchuck of crisp cart wheels going past. Remus was doing an awfully good job of pretending to sleep.

Today was hard. They had arrived early—so early, if there was a God up there she prayed she would never have to coerce a toddler into the car before sunrise again—and waited for long enough that she began to resent the asscrack-of-dawn appointment. Jules passed the time dozing in Remus’ lap; small miracles. When the doctor finally arrived, she read an Eye Spy book with him while Lyall and Remus went in for the debrief, both too tense around the shoulders. They had all been too tense lately. It made her sick to think about shoulders for too long.

Two weeks of silence had begun clotting between them and sticking to the corners of the house. Hope didn’t like hospitals much, never had, but she was just glad to be able to breathe. Dislocation and multiple muscle tears, they had said. Get to the doctor within the month, or you’ll run the risk of severe infection. Festering. Shredded. Damaged. All those words, and none of the truth.

Hope looked down at the hand laying limp in her own. Freckled. Strong. Determined. That was her son. That was the truth. The doctors always seemed to overlook his kindness, his gentle heart, his unending courage—they never wanted to just listen for two seconds. Maybe Remus would have told them what happened, then. Maybe he would finally speak up because Hope might not be a doctor but she knew for damn sure that an injury like that didn’t come from a stray hit, and not a single person cared to look further.

She would have done it herself, if she had the time. But she didn’t. She just didn’t. There wasn’t enough Hope Howell to go around.

“Remus.” Her voice stuck in her throat and she coughed lightly, giving his hand a squeeze. “Re, baby.”

He remained quiet and motionless, save for the steady rise and fall of his chest under the blankets. They only let him have pudding in the hospital, some fakey vanilla nonsense that smelled like plastic, and the antibiotics had brutalized his appetite—he was too skinny, now. Tears welled in her eyes and she bit the inside of her lip, looking to the ceiling until she was sure they wouldn’t fall.

“Come on, trooper, let’s get some water in you.” She squeezed his hand again, tighter. “You don’t have to sit up or anything. Dad and Jules are in the hallway. Just—just have a drink and then you can go back to sleep, okay?”

No response. Something warm slid down her cheek and she wiped it away on her sleeve. It wouldn’t do any good to cry right now. She had done enough of that earlier, when Remus couldn’t regulate his breathing by himself and the nurse asked her to hold his hand while they put the anesthesia mask over him. Hope didn’t plan on dying anytime soon, but she knew she would never forget the look on his face as long as she lived. Clammy and shaky, wide-eyed until the medicine kicked in and his lids slipped down into something almost restful if his brow hadn’t been creased so deep. It was the stuff of unimaginable nightmares. They told her he slept through the whole thing, all three grueling hours.

Two pins and an immeasurable number of stitches later, he still thought he could fool her.

There was no sense in wasting her energy to push down her emotions anymore. Remus had to know it was alright to feel them, and to let them go. Hope sniffled and watched one drip onto her jeans. “I know you’re awake,” she said quietly. “I know you’re probably feeling sick and awful but I am so proud of you, sweet pea.”

The blanket hitched.

“I’m so proud of you,” she repeated, voice wobbling. “You did so good. And I promise I’m not going to grill you about anything, I just want you to drink some water, if you want me to tell Dad you’re still asleep that’s fine—”

A low, broken sound cracked her somewhere deep, beyond her heart and lungs. When she leaned over in an awkward hug, Remus didn’t try to pull away like he had since that night, didn’t do anything but grip her cardigan with his good hand while half-breathless sobs wracked his body.

“I know.” She pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair. “I know, I know, I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t.” Remus sucked in air like a fish on land; she could hear it catching somewhere too shallow for it to do any good and held him closer. “Momma you don’t ‘n’ I’m sorry but I can’t.”

“Why not?” She closed her eyes tight enough to ache. “Re, baby, you’ve gotta tell me or I can’t help you.”

“The hit—the hit—”

“Please don’t bullshit me.” She sounded frail to her own ears. “Don’t tell me it was the hit, Remus, your dad and I both know that’s not true—”

The next sob was louder and she winced in sympathy at the seizing of his chest. “It was, it was—”

“No.” She sat up just enough to see him, though Remus’ hold on her didn’t loosen by a bit. His face was blotchy and streaked with salt tracks, lips white at the edges from trying to keep it all in. He was Remus, age five, with a red mark on his forehead from a doorknob. He was Remus, age eight, split-lipped and bruised after going head over heels over his bike handlebars. He was Remus, age 14, roughed-up from his first hockey fight once the adrenaline faded and he was just scared and in pain.

Hope gently pried him off her sweater and held his hand in both of her own. A deep breath eased her headache by a degree, but nothing could stop the heartache watching Remus choke down his tears again, and again, and again. There was something darker in his eyes. Something more than fear and hurt. It was where his sobs kept catching and his breath couldn’t get through. Part of Remus had died that night, she knew that much, but this cesspool of abject terror was something he hadn’t let them see yet.

“I won’t ask for details.” Please, please tell me or I’m never going to sleep again. Remus watched her like a wary deer and somehow that hurt even more. “I won’t. I promise. You can tell Dad and ask him not to share with me if you want. But I need to ask you one thing, Remus, and I need you to be honest.”

His throat bobbed. He sniffed, though it didn’t do much. His left arm was bound tight to his body and it took a second for him to shift up on the pillows. He nodded.

“Did this happen during the hit?”

Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he shook his head, lashes clumping with fresh tears that spilled over and down toward his ears. Hope let out an unsteady exhale and bent to hug him again.

Sitting there in the plastic chair, back aching, holding her son who had done nothing to deserve anything but the best in life, Hope found that she couldn’t wish death on whoever did this. Death was too good for them. Too light of a punishment. She wanted their life razed and salted and burned until nothing could grow there again and when their time was finally up, she wanted them to pass on with nobody at their side.

In a sense, it was a good thing Lyall was still keeping Jules entertained for the millionth hour, bless his sweet soul. If he had been there for Remus’ confession, the person who did this to their son would be six feet underground before the day was up.

Remus had quieted, resigned to sniffling and the occasional tremor. Hope brushed his hair off his feverish forehead and wiped his tears with the corner of the blanket. “Thank you,” she said at last.

“I don’t think I can do this,” Remus rasped.

“Yes, you can.” She met his gaze, holding strong under the shattered thing staring back at her. “And you will. It’s alright if it takes time. You and me and your dad and Jules are going to get through this, Remus. Step by step. This is not the end of the world.”

Later, when she looked through the window while Jules finished his snack in her lap and saw Lyall holding Remus like his lanky body could shield them both from the world, it almost felt like a beginning.

#hope lupin #remus lupin #julian lupin #lyall lupin #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #injury #hospitals #hurt/ comfort #angst #hugs #remus go to therapy challenge #noot fest #fic o'ween 2022

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logan-is-noggin · 3 years ago

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Side Lined- a sanders sides party game

i made up a fun game that would be great for a large group of fanders. if it happened to be at a meet and greet or just a group of friends at someone's home.

Object of the game:

Make it to the end of the " Episode" with the least amount of points by reciting the lines correctly.

Number of players:

It depends on the episode being played. 2 to 7 players can play at a time, but as many people can play.

Roles needed:

1 referee ( can be switched per episode)

1 player per side + C! Thomas at a time ( total: 7)

Objects needed:

a buzzer or horn to indicate mistakes or changes

a way to keep score

Gameplay:

Players will stand in a circle similar to the sides order in videos ( See Chart above )

The referee stands nearby, holding the buzzer. they will choose the episode to be played.

The characters/sides needed for that round get into position. (either the referee or the players can choose who plays first)

Any remaining players will get in line behind the first players for the characters they wish to play.

( Each lineup of characters is considered a team; all Logans, all Pattons Ect.)

Then the group will go through the episode reciting the dialogue ( acting and impressions/costumes are optional but encouraged)

If a player gets a line wrong or the wrong player speaks, the referee will buzz and call out the sides name. that player is "Side Lined" and must leave and go to the back of their team's line. That team receives a point.

When the episode finishes, the team with the least amount of points wins.

Scoring:

Each line of players is a team. Every time a character has to move out of line, that character team gets a point.

The object is to get the least amount of points by the end of the “episode”

Notes:

it is up to the referee what constitutes as a mistake. (for example, the 'logan' mixing up the scientists names or stumbling around words can be forgiven)

certain players have a certain level of difficulty in the game. Characters that have more lines ( such as Thomas or logan) are harder to perform than Remus or Janus. So choose your team carefully because you might cost your team points.

Players can be required to “ sink in and out” of the scene ( Virgil, Janus, and Remus can jump up as they just appear) but that can be up to the referee.

Special Rules:

Falsehood: If a player believes another player has messed up a line and the referee didn't call it out, each team has one Falsehood per round. In logan fashion, they have to shout falsehood and point out the player in question. The referee will determine if the mistake was warranted. if not, the player who called the falsehood has to go to the back of the line.

as fanders, we like to recite certain lines and inside jokes from the show, but it carries that if a different character says a line, it will count as a mistake and receive a point.

Adaptation:

If you want to get creative you can take this game and use it on Cartoon Therapy Videos or even the Blooper Videos if you really want a challenge.

As a special episode for this game, Making Changes, since the sides swap looks you can have players for Joan, Tayln, Terrence, and Valerie as well, and as they swap sides have them run to the correct line and stand next to that Sides player.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #games

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onlydreamofmysoul · 4 years ago

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Let Them Eat Cake Part i (Wolfstar Bake off AU)

Welcome back to the newest season of The Great British Bake Off.

Remus walked into the iconic tent, holding his breath. He had quite literally grown up watching this show - it was a staple in the Lupin household and now here he was, about to be on it.

He wasn’t even sure if it had properly hit him yet.

He made eye contact with one or two of the other bakers, some of whom he had begun to get a little acquainted with, all of them smiling nervously back at him and he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. This was really happening. He wandered over to the bench he had been assigned, running a hand over the wooden worktop reverently. It was pristine now - all the surfaces were, but Remus knew for a fact that the particular sparkle they boasted would be gone quick enough.

“Welcome bakers!”

Remus looked up as the two presenters; Sirius Black and James Potter waltzed into the room, followed closely behind by the two judges; Minerva McGonagall and Dumbledore. Remus’ breath hitched in his chest in a cacophony of feelings and somehow all he could think of was ‘does Dumbledore have a first name?' Remus had certainly never heard of one.

“It’s lovely to have you all here for this season’s Great British Bake Off.” James said, picking up from where Sirius had left off. “I’m sure you all must be very nervous to meet your judges, but let me assure you,” He paused to look around the room seriously. “The only person you need to impress here is me.”

The room let out a nervous laugh - a quick release of tension and James grinned. “In all seriousness, it is great to have you here. Now, allow me the pleasure of introducing you to our judges.”

McGonagall and Dumbledore both stepped forward, smiling slightly. “Welcome, everybody.” Dumbledore said, looking around the room. “It is with pleasure that I announce that this week is our cake week.”

Remus nodded. They, of course, already knew this, having practiced their showstopper challenge about a million times each (or precisely sixteen and a half in Remus’ case) but this was for the benefit of the viewers. He had to admit, it was really strange looking around the tent he had familiarised himself with long ago and seeing a bunch of cameras and microphones. He had expected them to be there of course, but it was still slightly off putting having someone with a big metal stick follow you around.

“For our first challenge, Dumbledore and I want you to bake twelve individual muffins, with six of one flavour and six of another.”

“Each cake must be identical,” Dumbledore continued, “We’re looking for a lovely even bake with a nice firm inside and of course,” He said looking around teasingly, “No soggy bottoms.”

Remus chuckled along with everyone else in the tent and the two presenters stepped forward once more.

“The time has come Jamie, are you ready?”

“I most certainly am Sirius, but the question is… are our bakers ready?”

Sirius looked right at Remus and grinned. “I suppose we’re about to find out.”

“On your marks,”

“Get set,”

“Bake!”

Remus set off, measuring his ingredients and pulling out bowls and whisks as the tent broke out into a flurry of movement. He was careful not to let his nerves get the best of him - he would stay calm and take his time, rushing wouldn't help anything. He was vaguely aware of the camera crew moving around the room but he was in his own little bubble for the moment.

“Hey, Remus yeah?”

Remus looked up at the familiar voice and fuck, Sirius Black was talking to him.

“Um yeah, that’s me.” He laughed, trying to pull himself together because there was a camera trained on them and he would be damned if the entire nation saw him make a fool out of himself.

“So, what’re you making today?” Sirius asked, leaning his hip against Remus’ worktop and essentially looking like one of Remus’ many daydreams about the man in that very same leather jacket.

“Enchiladas.” Remus deadpanned and was delighted when Sirius laughed. “I’m making lemon and blueberry and also bacon and maple syrup muffins.”

“Bacon and maple syrup?”

Remus nodded, his face flushing a little. “Yeah, I've been making these ones for years actually. When I was a kid I used to put maple syrup on literally everything so it’s really not surprising that it made an appearance in my baking.”

Sirius grinned at him and began to move away. “I’m excited to try them so.”

Remus smiled, biting his lip before shaking his head and getting back to work. He wasn’t here to chat to Sirius Black. He was here to bake.

Baking had always been one of Remus’ pastimes. It was like his own little form of therapy. Whenever he was stressed - he would bake. Whenever he was really stressed, he would mix everything by hand. All that beating was really cathartic (Also it gave him really strong arms but that's besides the point). He whipped up the batch of lemon and blueberry first - they were a staple in his house and he could make them with his eyes closed. He used his time chopping walnuts to relieve any remaining nerves that lingered after talking to Sirius Black for a mere minute.

“Hey Re.”

Remus whipped around to face Lily, the contestant right behind him. They had met last night - in the ‘Bake Off Bubble’ after everyone had moved in and Remus had known straight away that they would be friends.

“Hey Lily,” Remus glanced at her counter. Well, what he could see of it, the entire surface was covered in a layer of cinnamon and sugar, left behind after she had dusted one set of cakes. “How’s it going?”

Lily leaned forward a bit giggling. “I’m afraid to say this, because I’ll totally jinx myself, but it’s actually going really well so far.”

Remus grinned. “I’ll say it for you instead.”

Lily nodded solemnly. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” She paused, grinning, to stop her mixer, running her spatula along the edges of the bowl a few times in quick, practised movements to ensure all the batter was being thoroughly mixed before turning back to Remus. “Have the judges been over to you yet?”

Remus shook his head. “Not yet, just Sirius.”

Lily wiggled her eyebrows. “Ooh, having chats with Sirius, are you?”

Remus rolled his eyes. Pre-competition bonding, alcohol and a curious redhead did not go well together. Remus hadn’t even been here a full twenty four hours and he had already exposed the fact that he used to have a bit of a crush on one of their presenters.

“Oh hush you, they’re coming around to all of us.”

“Indeed we are, Mr Lupin.”

Remus whipped around, his face burning to see the two judges standing in front of his bench. “Oh, hello.”

“Good morning.” Dumbledore said, smiling warmly. Remus pretended he couldn’t hear Lily sniggering in the background. “What will you be presenting today?”

The pair listened, nodding along as Remus told them of his plans, only stumbling over his words once and managing to restrain from toying with the cuffs of his sleeves. He knew the cameras were on him.

“I must say, I’m surprised at the lemon and blueberry choice, some people would say that it’s a little predictable.” McGonagall said, peering at him over the rim of her glasses.

Remus didn’t blush, he had known this comment would come. “That’s true I suppose, but they’re my favourite. I’m a coeliac and this was the very first recipe I got right with gluten free flour so they’ve always had a special place in my heart.”

Dumbledore smiled, meeting his gaze and Remus was startled at how incredibly blue his eyes were. “I look forward to trying them.”

Remus glanced back at Lily once, as they left in a ‘please tell me they didn’t overhear our conversation’ but Lily was no help, she just laughed at his pain. Remus just sighed and set back to work. He lined his muffin trays with strips of bacon, making sure they were all nicely covered before pouring in the batter. He popped the trays in the oven, taking a moment to appreciate how well everything here worked - all the doors slid seamlessly, every knife was deathly sharp and every tool was gleaming. Back at home, there was nearly always something broken or in a state of disrepair that would make Remus have to improvise a little bit. He put the lemon and blueberry muffins on a cooling rack and having already made the maple filling he set about making a cup of tea.

“Oh can we have a cup too?”

Remus looked up to see both James and Sirius at his bench, grinning wickedly at him.

“Yeah, of course.” Remus pulled out two more mugs and dropped a tea bag into each. Strong or weak? He asked as he left his to brew.

“Weak please.” James said while Sirius went for strong. Remus slid James’ mug and milk across the counter while he removed the tea bags from the other two mugs before adding a fair amount of sugar to his own, causing Sirius to raise an eyebrow.

“What?” He defended himself. “I’m on Bake Off, it can’t be a surprise that I like sweet things.”

Sirius’ laugh was like a lovely little reward for saying something even remotely funny and the little fanboy inside Remus perked up at the sound. “Besides, who drinks black tea these days? I thought only dramatic movie characters did that.”

James nodded along as he swung himself up to sit on the bench. Remus raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “That’s what I say! I think he’s too pretentious for his own good really. It’s the same with his coffee - ‘Black for Black’.”

“Wow.” Remus said, smiling into his cup even as Sirius hot James’ shoulder playfully. “That’s dedication if nothing else.” Before Sirius could reply, Remus’ timer went off.

“Ooh muffin time!” James sang, hopping down from the counter and out of the way as Remus opened the oven and pulled out the muffins. Not to brag or anything, but he thought they were perfect.

“We’ll leave you to it.” They said, taking their mugs with them and moving out of the way. Remus was a little disappointed, but also glad because he needed to focus and he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to do that if Sirius Black had stayed to watch.

He placed the hot muffins on their own cooling rack and filled a syringe with the maple syrup concoction before injecting a fair amount into each one. It was ridiculously satisfying to watch them swell a little as he filled them, but he had to remember to pull back lest he add too much and throw off the delicate balance.

“Bakers, you have two minutes left.” James called and despite being nearly finished, Remus felt that little spike of panic flow through him. Where had the time gone?

He quickly transferred both sets of muffins onto his plate for presenting them, lining them up in four rows of three, quickly dusting just a faint hint of icing sugar over the top and moving away.

“Bakers, your time is up, please place your cakes at the end of your bench and step away.”

Remus sat down on the stool he pulled out from under the bench and took a deep breath. He made it in time. His cakes looked okay. He could totally do this.

The judges entered the room and started making their way around the tent. Remus smiled at Lily nervously before tucking his hands under his thighs to hide the fact that they were trembling softly. He tried to pay attention to what the judges were saying to the others but really he could only hear his heart pounding in his ears. They moved away from the first contestant and then a few minutes later, from the second and then they were standing right in front of him. This was it - his first chance to prove himself.

“Hello again Mr Lupin.” McGonagall smiled as James and Sirius flanked the judges. There was a tense silence for a few minutes as each judge picked up a cake.

“They’re all identical, which is really nice to see.” Dumbledore said, right before halving a muffin. “Lovely even bake through this.”

McGonagall cut open a bacon and maple syrup and the sweet filling oozing out of the cake. “Look at this,” She said, “Really lovely work there. And I really like how the cake is wrapped in the rasher.”

Remus held a breath as they each took a bite, barely able to breathe.

Dumbledore smiled and relief flooded through Remus’ system. “Some excellent work here today Mr Lupin, well done.”

“Thank you,” Remus stammered, hardly able to talk though the beaming smile that had taken over his face. The judges moved away but James and Sirius lingered a moment longer.

“Can we try?” Sirius asked, pointing to the cakes. Remus nodded and while James went straight for the bacon and maple, Sirius paused.

“You said the lemon ones were your favourite, right?”

How did Sirius even know that? He wasn’t even there when Remus had mentioned it to the judges… he must have overheard. Nevertheless, Remus nodded and tried to hide a confused little smile as Sirius plucked a lemon and blueberry.

“Oh my god this is unreal.” James moaned as he started to walk away, clapping Remus’ shoulder. “Well done mate.”

Sirius closed his eyes, smiling as he chewed his. “They’re my favourite too.”

Remus was glad he was sitting down. Having anything in common with his celebrity crush was in itself nearly too much for him to handle, but said celebrity crush liking his baking? Well, not to be repetitive but; Remus was glad he was sitting down.

“That was crazy.”

“I know.”

“Like… So crazy.”

“I know.”

Remus and Lily were sitting outside on the lawn, eating their lunch before they had to take on their next challenge and they had both been saying the same thing for a solid two minutes.

“It’s just so crazy!” Lily exclaimed. “We just did our first challenge! And it went well!”

“I know!” Remus was still in shock himself. He had given all his cakes to the crew - all the bakers did, bar one for themselves. Remus had eaten his gluten free lemon and blueberry muffin, savouring the fact that the judges liked it and certainly not thinking about how Sirius Black had liked it too.

Nope, definitely not.

“The whole thing has made me a bit calmer about the next challenge, how about you?”

Remus nodded along in agreement as he stabbed another bunch of lettuce with his fork. “Yeah, I mean I’m still a bit nervous, but less so having actually done one.”

“And let’s not forget the fact that you had a bit of face time with Mr Black himself.”

Remus refused to let himself blush. “Oh shove off, I never should have told you that.” He said laughing a little defeatedly, wiping at his flushed face with his hand.

“No, you were definitely right to have told me. Now I can say that he looks at you way more than the others.” She teased, drawing out the ‘way’.

Remus rolled his eyes. “He’s Sirius Black. I’m just a book-loving, cardigan wearing, baking nerd from Wales. Until today, he never even knew I existed and whenever this show is over, he’ll soon forget about me.”

“Okay.” Lily said, her tone indicating she in no way believed him but she would let it slide for now. Remus breathed a sigh of relief. He could totally do this.

Remus Lupin could not do this.

His cakes weren’t rising, his cream was melting in the heat and those fucking instructions were useless.

“Ah I recognise the face of someone dealing with their first technical challenge.” Sirius said, appearing at his side.

Remus scrubbed his face tiredly. “Make a Victoria sponge.” He said lifelessly. “Those were their instructions. Nothing more. Like, what?”

Sirius bit his lip. Remus had to avert his eyes, he already had one crisis to deal with right now. “Yeah those two apparently aren’t very big on words.”

Remus just groaned at the attempt at humour. “This isn’t going to work.”

“And you called me dramatic?” Remus peeked out between his fingers to see Sirius leaning on his worktop grinning up at him. “You’ve got this Lupin.”

Remus began to nod slowly. “You think so?”

Sirius scoffed. “Of course!” He stood up straight and began to walk away. “Besides, if everything goes to shit, the worst thing that could happen is you embarrass yourself on national television and get sent home.”

At that, Remus burst out laughing. “That’s certainly an… interesting pep talk.”

Sirius grinned. “That’s me.”

Remus was still smiling a little while later as he assembled his cakes. Yes, the sponges didn’t rise as much as he would have like, but otherwise they were fine. He had managed to salvage the cream by putting it in the fridge for a while and the jam that he made had turned out really nicely. If nothing else, he had that going for him. The two presenters called time and the contestants all placed their cakes on the table at the front of the tent, behind the pictures of their faces. This challenge was a blind judge - McGonagall and Dumbledore didn’t know who had made what until after they released the results.

Remus sat down on a stool, with Lily on one side of him and a bloke named Peter on the other.

“Good luck.” Peter whispered to him and with that, the judges re-entered the tent.

“Good afternoon bakers!”

“Afternoon!” Everyone chorused back and Remus had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at the sudden sensation that he was back in school and the teacher had just come into class.

“Okay, let’s just dive right in shall we?”

They all waited with baited breath as the judges tried each and every one of their cakes.

“Now this one is excellent.” Dumbledore said, taking a bite of the cake behind the picture of the pretty girl with bubble-gum pink hair. Remus glanced down the line and saw she was trying to hide a relieved grin. Lily was bouncing her leg incessantly and Remus had to cover her knee with his hand to get her to stop. He knew the cameras had caught the movement and to top it all off, Sirius raised an eyebrow at him. Remus bit his lip but didn’t move his hand - Lily had smiled at him gratefully and they both needed a little human contact right now.

“Now this one is a bit flat - the sponges didn’t rise enough in the oven it would seem.”

Remus flinched and looked up. Yep, they had reached his. The seconds seemed to crawl by as they cut themselves a slice and finally they tried it.

“However it tastes very good, I particularly like the jam - blueberry, that's quite unusual.”

Remus finally let out the breath he was holding. He was going to be just fine.

“Okay Mr Lupin, stand right there, if you would.”

Remus adjusted himself to stand where the camera woman had pointed to and looked at her. “This okay?”

“That’s perfect Mr Lupin-”

“Just Remus, please.”

“Alright then Remus, I’m Marlene.” She reached over and shook his hand, her green eyes kind and an array of wild blonde curls piled on top of her head.

“So Remus, how are you feeling after today?”

“Um, I feel pretty good?” Remus said, laughing a little at himself when he phrased it like a question. “It’s really hard to tell - especially since this was the first time I’ve done this. It was good though, no matter what it was a great experience and meeting so many like minded people is pretty cool.”

“And what about your placement in the technical challenge? Third place? Not too shabby.”

Remus laughed properly at that. “Yeah, that was really great.”

“And how are you feeling overall?”

Remus tilted his head side to side in a ‘so-so’ gesture. “Alright. I’m excited but also nervous. I think today was the most exhilarating yet stress inducing day of my life.”

Marlene giggled. “Yeah I’m getting that impression. That was great Remus, you’re free to go.”

Remus’ shoulders slumped and he was surprised at himself, he hadn’t realised he had been that tense.

“Please tell me that I didn’t look like a deer in headlights.” He groaned, making Marlene laugh. “Nah, you’re good I promise, no deer here,” She paused, leaning in conspiratorially, “Except the deer that’s James’ screensaver, but shh, you didn’t hear that from me.”

Remus chuckled to himself all the way back to the hotel.

“Round two, here we go.” Lily said, rubbing her hands together eagerly as she and Remus walked into the tent together.

“Okay but, how weird is it that we have to wear the exact same outfit again today?” Remus asked.

“So weird.” Tonks replied, magically appearing at their side. “Usually at home I take off my clothes and fling them somewhere in my room but last night I had to consciously put them away together so I wouldn’t lose anything.”

Lily giggled and Tonks grinned at her. Remus was settling nicely into the sense of camaraderie that was forming in the tent. Being in a ‘Bake Off Bubble’ changed the dynamic to other years (not that Remus really knew what other years were like) but essentially living with the others was allowing for a nice bond to form between them all.

They chatted a little as everyone filed in and James and Sirius wandered over to them.

“Hey guys!” Tonks chirped and the two lads grinned.

“Ready for another day?” James asked, the question posed to the group, but his eyes were on Lily. Her cheeks flushed a little and Remus made a mental note to tease her about that later.

“As ready as we can be I suppose.” She said, fiddling with equipment that did not need organising. Remus met Sirius’ eyes and they both grinned and for a moment, just for a split second it felt like they knew each other, like they were friends and had jokes and shared secret knowing looks.

“Okay guys, let’s get going.” A producer called and it snapped Remus out of his thoughts. He and Tonks went to their own benches and Sirius and James walked to the front of the tent to stand next to the judges.

“Today, my lovely little bakers,” Sirius began dramatically, “We want you to bake a cake.”

“I think that’s a given, considering it’s cake week.” James chimed in and Sirius shushed him.

“Hush, let me finish. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” He said, glancing pointedly at James to the amusement of the rest of the tent, “Today we want you to bake a cake. But not just any cake,” He said grandly. “We want a cake with several tiers and three different flavours. Your cake can be decorated any way you like, however it has to represent something important to you.”

Remus wasn’t surprised. None of the bakers were - they were told about this challenge in advance so that they had time to prepare and practise. The challenge was being announced simply for the benefit of the audience.

“Ready?”

“Set.”

“Bake!”

Remus cracked his knuckles and set to work.

“Does three different types of chocolate count as three separate flavours?” Sirius asked him, standing on his tip-toes to peer over Remus’ shoulders.

“I sure as fucking well hope so, cause it’s too bloody late for me otherwise.” Remus mumbled, concentrating too hard to even register what Sirius was saying properly.

“Language Re, now we can’t use this footage.” He laughed, scuffing Remus’ shoe with his foot.

“Oh no, the nation won’t get to see a few more seconds of me stressed off my head, what a fucking pity.”

Remus didn't look up but he could practically hear Sirius’ eyebrows raising.

“Mr Lupin, what would the queen think of such appalling language?” He asked, pressing a hand over his heart. Remus did glance up this time, to shoot the presenter a dry smile.

“I’ll be sure to ask her, if I ever meet her.”

Sirius’s eyes lit up at the banter, and one part of Remus wanted to say ‘fuck this competition, just spend all your time here chatting to Sirius bloody Black’, but that part of him was very small and the urge to win was very very large, so instead, he let Sirius wander along to the other contestants and he set back to work.

His white chocolate and milk chocolate sponges were still in the oven, but Remus had taken out his dark chocolate layer. He set to work, cooling it and carefully cutting it in half, repeating the process with his other two cakes. Next, he carefully stacked all of the pieces on top of one another, spreading a thin layer of salted caramel icing in between each layer, leaving him with six tiers total. He took a moment to step back and roll out his shoulders quickly before continuing to give his muscles a quick break.

“All good Remus?” James asked and Remus smiled weakly. “Yeah, all good.”

He had his cakes stacked on the stand he would be presenting them on, and set to work carefully cutting off sections of the cake until he was left with a lovely sphere shape. Satisfied, he grabbed the bowl of icing he hand made, the salted caramel a pale yellow and Remus added just the tiniest hint of food dye so it had the faintest grey tint before spreading it liberally all over the cake.

“So Remus, might I ask what you’re making today?” Marlene asked, appearing by his side, camera braced on his shoulder.

“Um it’s supposed to be the moon actually.”

“Oh hey, I can kind of see that.”

“What? Only kind of? I’ve completely finished!”

A panicked look overtook Marlene’s features and Remus burst out laughing. “I’m only messing with you. I’m not done yet. I’m going to get to work doing all the craters and stuff now.”

Marlene looked at him, her face completely blank. “I feel like I should inform you that if it wouldn’t get me fired I’d totally kill you for giving me that heart attack.”

Remus stuck out his tongue playfully. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now leave me alone, I need to get back to work.”

“Yeah, you tell her Re!” Sirius enthused as he walked past, not even pausing in his path over to James and only having heard the tail end of the conversation. Marlene just rolled her eyes and followed him.

For the first challenge, the judges had come around to their benches. All of the cakes had been presented at once during the second. The third, Remus decided, was most certainly the worst, because you had to carry your cake all the way up to the judges and present it to them.

Remus really fucking hoped he didn’t trip.

“I must say, the detailing on this is quite nice.” McGonagall said, picking up a rather large knife and Remus smiled weakly. “Thank you.”

She cut right down the centre and Remus almost winced because he had worked so hard on that but these are the troubles when your artwork is edible.

Dumbledore looked at him curiously. “Are these just different flavours of chocolate.”

Remus pursed his lips. He had no idea if they hated it or not. “Yeah it is… I really like chocolate.” He added lamely and flushed a little at the chuckles that elicited from around the tent.

“Well Mr Lupin, I must say I’m rather impressed.” McGonagall said after trying it and Remus honestly thought he was going to cry with relief. One thing was for sure - the endorphin levels that being on this show elicited were on a whole other level.

He walked back to his bench, half in a daze, smiling at Lily who passed him on his way, her arms full with a cake decorated with the most realistic iced lilies he had ever seen.

“Remus? Are you ready for your interview?”

Remus looked up from the cup of tea he was nursing. “Yeah. Outside again?”

Marlene nodded and he followed her out, taking a deep breath of the clean country air.

Marlene signalled to indicate the camera was rolling. “So, you survived?” She said, her tone teasing.

Remus smiled. “I survived.” He confirmed. “I’m so, so delighted for Lily, she really deserved to get star baker.”

“So you weren’t disappointed?”

Remus laughed at the almost ludicrous question. “I’m still surprised that I made it here in the first place! I wasn't expecting star baker, I wasn't even aiming for it today, I just wanted to make it through the week.”

“And you did.”

“That I did.” Remus repeated, smiling warmly. Some guy, Caradoc, was going home. Remus had only spoken to him once so he couldn’t say he was all that torn up about it.

“This question is for a bit of voice over for the episode, alright?”

Remus nodded.

“Your cake was a moon, can you explain the significance of that?”

Remus sheepishly rubbed his hand over his face. “It seems kind of dumb now that I say it but, I used to be obsessed with the moon. Still am really, if I’m being perfectly honest. It got to the point where I now have the nickname of ‘Moony’.” He paused smiling as Marlene laughed. “But it just always made me calm. My mom and I used to drive to the beach in the evening just to watch the sun go down and the moon come up. It was great.”

Marlene smiled. “Perfect, that’s enough, thanks Remus.” She hit a button to stop the recording and Remus began to move away.

“So you’ve reason to stay another week anyways?” Marlene asked.

“Yeah.” Remus said, surprised to find his voice soft. He turned slightly and his eyes landed on Sirius walking out of the tent, pulling his hair out of the top-knot it had been styled in for the last two days. “Yeah, I think I do.”

#wolfstar #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin/Sirius Black #remus lupin x sirius black #bake off #bake off au #great british bake off #the great british bake off #tgbbo #James Potter #Lily Evans

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softanxiouspatton · 4 years ago

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Adult Talk | Intruality

Prompt from @fivenamereveals

Pairings: Implied Romantic Intruality by the end, mentioned Logicality but it’s platonic.

Word Count: 932 words

Warnings: Adultery mentioned many times, Suggestive themes, mentions of therapy and Swearing.

Remus was going to lose his mind and that was not a usual occurrence.

But for some reason, it was beginning to happen more and more often.

You see it started out as a conversation between himself and Roman. They were discussing the other sides and Roman made a comment of Patton being the most innocent and Remus took that as a personal challenge to prove him wrong.

And then he found out about the adultery thing.

“You cannot be serious. Adultery- Is fucking nothing like the process of becoming an adult!” Exclaimed Remus. Logan poured his coffee as Patton tilted his head.

“But it’s in the word?” Said Patton. Remus groaned loudly. “Adultery is much sexier than just growing older.” Huffed Remus.

“I wouldn’t bother Remus. I’ve tried to teach Patton it’s the wrong word to use and he’s quite stubborn on using it incorrectly.” Said Logan before taking a sip of his coffee. “What is it then?” Asked Patton. Remus grinned widely and Logan coughed, almost choking on his coffee. “Wouldn’t you like to find out…” Purred Remus. Patton blushed, startled.

“Technically Remus, Patton would need to be married and he is not. So whatever plan you had wouldn’t work.” Said Logan. Remus stuck his tongue out at Logan causing the other to roll his eyes. “Aren’t you two basically married?” Deadpanned Remus. Patton laughed. “Logan and I just friends!” Giggled Patton.

Remus blinked in surprise and blushed at the sound of Patton laughing. “Ah, so friends with benefits.” Blurted Remus. “If you count hugs as a benefit then sure.” Snickered Patton. “Well since I’m demi-romantic and Patton is demi-sexual, I wouldn’t say that’s a correct term either. Just friends.” Said Logan, sipping his coffee again.

Remus nodded surprised, suddenly aware and fixated on the fact of how single Patton actually was. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to work before Thomas summons me for editing.” Said Logan as he sank out. Patton waved before turning to Remus. “I should too! Catch you later, alligator!” Said Patton before skipping off instead of sinking out.

Remus found himself staring at Patton’s butt as he left. “I need to get him to wear shorts or skirts.” Thought Remus.

~~~~~

“Why is learning how to cook so stressful…” Groaned Virgil as Patton finally calmed him down. “Takeout is easy and delicious.” Hummed Remus. “Well, learning is adultery. And Takeout all the time isn’t good for Thomas’ health. Virge, do you need some painkillers for the headache?” Said Patton calmly.

Remus spluttered and Virgil sighed. “ADULTERY IS FUCKING-” Screeched Remus before Virgil cut him off. “REMUS! Volume!” Hissed Virgil, wincing as his stress headache got worse. Patton cringed at the suddenness and summoned some painkillers for Virgil. “Thanks…” Mumbled Virgil as he took them. Patton gently threaded his fingers through Virgil’s hair and Remus went silent, staring at his hand.

Remus pouted and huffed. Patton looked over at him and blinked confused. Virgil sighed. “I’m going to nap.” Mumbled Virgil. Patton left his hair alone and rubbed his shoulder. “Alright. I’ll wake you for dinner. Sleep well.” Said Patton softly. “Have nightmares, Emo.” Said Remus. Virgil flipped the middle finger at him and Remus cackled while Virgil sank out.

“Speaking of dinner, I should get Logan so we can cook. Don’t make too much of a mess while I’m gone.” Chuckled Patton, ruffling Remus’ hair as he left. Remus tensed at the surprise touch. Patton left unaware at the gay panic he left Remus in.

“Pat’s hand was so gentle.” Thought Remus.

~~~~~

“You did so well kiddo!” Exclaimed Patton after Thomas finished a therapy session and got home. “Thanks Pat.” Said Thomas with a relieved smile, rubbing away the tear marks on his face. “You truly are doing so well with Adultery.” Said Patton.

Remus rose up and screamed, making Thomas fall off the couch. “What the-” Exclaimed Thomas, cutting himself off. “ADULTERY IS A MARRIED PERSON FUCKING SOMEONE WHO ISN’T MARRIED TO THEM!” Snapped Remus, red-faced.

Thomas stared at them and slowly got up, unable to understand what was going on. “I’m… going to shower.” He said, quickly getting out of the room. Patton blinked and the two sides stared each other.

“Shit. Have Patton’s eyes always been that pretty cocoa brown?” Thought Remus, getting distracted. It wasn’t until they heard the shower start when Patton grinned and giggled. Remus blinked in surprise as Patton walked over.

“I know.” Whispered Patton. Remus felt like he got struck by lightning while soaked. “The fuck?” Blurted Remus, unable to process. Patton leaned closer and Remus sucked in a sharp breath. Had Patton always smelt so sugary good?

“I know what Adultery means. I like to pretend I’m innocently dumb around the others.” Murmured Patton, grinning. Remus’ eyes widened and Patton’s grin widened. “After all, how would Thomas know what’s scandalous and what’s innocent?” Teased Patton. Remus felt his jaw drop open. Patton gently pushed his jaw close with the tips of his fingers. “Now there Remus. Wouldn’t want to catch flies now.” Teased Patton, tapping Remus’ lips.

“Holy fuck. Kiss me.” Gasped Remus. Patton blushed bright red and smiled shyly. Remus barely could react when he felt the lightest touch of Patton’s lips against his cheek.

“You’re adorable when you’re surprised.” Giggled Patton with a wink before sinking out. Remus was left in shock until about ten minutes later when he screamed while sinking out.

No one could understand why Remus chased after a laughing Patton. At least they didn’t see the messy makeout session Remus initiated once he caught Patton which was eagerly reciprocated.

#Patton writes #Adult Talk #intruality #romantic intruality #patton sanders #ts patton #ts remus #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts virgil #logan sanders #ts logan #roman sanders #ts roman #adultery mention #suggestive themes #tw swearing #read the warnings #therapy mention

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remromfantasies · 4 years ago

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RemRoMile - A Date?

Summary: Roman and Remus see a hot therapist.

Word count: 1034

Warnings: Big word (don’t worry, it gets explained), hitting on your doctor person guy, therapy, cheek kisses, PDA (public displays of affection). Let me know if i should add more!

Tagging: @pleasedonthurtcjstar cuz you helped motivate me! (Also I’m sorry i cant put it under a cut fhdsjkfs)

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Remus’ leg bounced anxiously. The office was quiet, clean, and full of pastel decor. His eyes shifted across the room to every cutesy nick-nack in sight. A hand on his thigh brought his gaze to his boyfriend.

“Relax, Re,” Roman muttered. “He’ll be here any minute.”

“You really think we need this?” He questioned. His leg continued going up and down, even as Roman rubbed soft, slow circles on his knee.

“It’ll be fine.” Roman looked back ahead and his boyfriend crossed his arms in a pout. They waited the same length of time for the therapist to show as one would finally deciding to say something after a long, awkward pause.

Roman picked up a small figurine from the tea table and brought it to Remus’ attention with a smile.

“Look, cute!” Remus broke his resolve with a grin of his own.

“Not as cute as you~” Roman giggled and pushed his shoulder. His boyfriend took this as a challenge. Forgetting all his worries, he learned over his boyfriend, trying to pepper kisses across his face in revenge.

“Stop!” Roman laughed, attempting to shove his partner back. They managed a compromise and settled on a meaningful kiss on the lips.

The clearing of a throat brought a blush to Romans cheeks, and a cocky grin to Remus’. Straightening their clothes, the couple turned to greet the therapist. Although they both fell silent at the man before them. Their counsellor had soft brown eyes behind lopsided frames, and short, chocolatey hair pushed to the side. He looked like a preschool carer; in other words - adorable.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Dr. Emile Picani apologized. The pair shared a look as their couples counsellor spoke. “It’s not very often that I have guests so clearly still in love. Anyways,” he took a seat in his chair across his patients. “It is a splendid pleasure to meet you both! I am Emile Picani and everything that we discuss today stays between us.” The couple nodded their heads in sync. “And please, keep things PG,” He giggled to himself. Remus was quick to make conversation.

“Well, Dr. Picani, I am Remus and this is my pulchritudinous boyfriend, Roman.” Emile blinked.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Much more than good, doctor~” Remus earned himself an elbow to the ribs, but he hardly flinched. “It means sexy! Something that could easily be applied to you, handsome.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Roman elbowed him harder this time, simply earning an ouch! and a glare.

“Remus!” Roman stage-whispered. Flirting so outright was Remus’ typical style, but he did not want to have to search for a different counsellor so soon.

Emile, though he didn’t exactly condone flirting on the job, doesn’t turn him down. Remus leaned back on the therapy couch. He continued to give the doctor bedroom-eyes.

“So,” Emile continued, switching the topic and pulling out a notebook. “You two are dating or married or...?”

“We’re dating.” Roman spoke up. Emile beamed.

“And how has that been going?”

This man’s smile has a PHD in being gorgeous, doesn’t it? Roman thought. He quickly tuned out his thoughts and joined back in conversation.

“Great! It’s been 5 months so far and we’ve loved every minute!” He turned his head and smiled warmly at his boyfriend. Emile melted in his chair.

“Awe! So, what brings you two in then?” He eyed them curiously, readying his pen. Roman went to speak, but found that his voice got caught in his throat. He took a subtle breath in and tried again.

“I, I guess it's more for me.” Roman avoided the cute doctor's eyes. “Just, I’m so afraid that, that we won’t last, as, as partners.” Emile nodded along, raising his eyebrows in concern. When Roman didn’t continue, Remus sat back upright and looped an arm around his partner; this didn’t go unnoticed by the therapist.

“See, doc,” Remus began. “Roman is very self-conscious,” the mentioned lowered his gaze to the floor. “I think his biggest fear is not that I won’t always love him - though that is also un problemo - but that we will be driven apart like two brothers that broke the norm and law and societal standards for all men by falling in love with each other and committing to acts of the romantic and sexual kind.” Emile muttered a soft ‘oh’ and leaned forward, forgetting about his notebook entirely and just allowing it to sit in his lap.

“And why is that?” He asked. Remus hardly hesitated to give an answer.

“Because we are.” Emile, rather than turn up his nose and usher them out of his office, smiled and relaxed his hunched up shoulders.

“Awe, you’re brothers too? Gosh, I’m so happy for you too,”

“You’re not uncomfortable?”

“Happy enough to let us take you on a date?” The twins asked in sync. Dr. Picani chucked behind his pen.

“No, Roman, I’m not uncomfortable at all,” He gave a genuine smile to the older brother, hoping to ease the crinkle in his brow. It worked, and both Emile and Roman huffed in relief. Pointedly, he refused to acknowledge Remus’ question. “However, you are afraid of losing Remus as a significant other because you’re brothers; why does being related scare you?” Roman sighed and rubbed his hands together in his lap.

“Just, societal standards, I guess.” Emile hummed in understanding. The three began discussing methods to help alleviate all the brothers' concerns and multiple TV references. Emile had handed Roman a fight item and by the end of the session, Remus gave the doctor his personal phone number.

“Don’t forget about everything we talked about today, okay, boys?” The twins stood to leave, Emile coming up its them to show the out. He released a gentle hum as they made it to the door. As the taller men turned around, he placed a kiss against the youngest’ cheek, just barely brushing his moustache. Remus’ face got stuck in a manic grin of joy.

The therapist then turned and did the same on the elders adjacent cheek. He smiled contently before turning and heading back into his office. The twins shared a look.

“Rem… I think you just got us a future husband.”

#remrom #remromile #my fic #remus sanders #roman sanders #emile picani #i dont know what to tag aahhhhh #i hope you like it though!

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