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Remus and wolfstar!daughterâs daddy daughter dates would just be them being nerds together.
Imagine him and toddler wolfstar!daughter going out in their matching overalls and patchy cardigans! (a tradition that doesnât stop.) Sirius takes (over a dozen) pictures each time so he can put them in the scrap book. (He also keeps one in his wallet so he can really show off his family when he wants to.)
Theyâd probably start at a bakery to drink coffe/hot chocolate and have a few baked-goods before their busy day.
Then, they head to the library. First they do a puzzle together for about thirty minutes before looking for books to check out. When sheâs younger they pick out a few picture books or beginner chapter books so he can help her read them. As she grows older though, they start picking out books for each other and then meeting up to discuss them as needed.
And theyâd go to the park to read outside for a while before heading home to dinner that has been lovingly prepared for them by Sirius.
#anyway I needed to get this off my chest because it was aching with all the fondness.#wolfstar!daughter!reader#wolfstar!daughter#wolfstar x wolfstar!daughter#wolfstar x child!reader#wolfstar x daughter reader#wolfstar x daughter!reader#remus lupin x daughter!reader#Remus lupin x child!reader#Remus Lupin x daughter reader
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WOUNDS THAT NEVER HEALâRemus Lupin â Son! Male Reader.
Summary: Remus had within him a destructive beast that destroyed and destroyed itself. And on one of those nights he gives himself a wound that cannot be healed.
Warnings: Angst, the kind of Angst that will destroy you. Happy ending tho? There is some Fluff (father-son bond) but mostly Angst. Description of wounds (the wolf attacking itself). Sensitive topics. Remus is a great dad :( Enjoy?
Btw, english is not my first language so there may be some errors in my writing. I'm still learning!
Remus' body was covered in scars of all sizes. Some longer, some shorter. Some more painful, some less painful. But they were all there. Written on his skin, telling his story. Like a brand that would stay with him forever. The evidence of his pain, his past, his present and his future. The wounds he had inflicted on himself as a result of his own desperation, of his own pain, of that beast that lived inside him and escaped from his interior every full moon. Remus hated himself, he always had. And he didn't believe he ever stopped doing it. It was something he couldn't help. His condition, his curse, that burden that he carried with him everywhere. The burden that he forced everyone around him to carry. His family, his friends... His son. Remus felt like that, a burden. A nuisance.
That's how it was for many years. Eventually, he learned to live with it. Maybe it was all the nights that Sirius had comforted him or the responsibility of being a father that had made him put his own pain aside, but Remus felt happy. Happy because, despite his lycanthropy, he had a wonderful life. He had people who loved him. He had friends, he had family. He had lost many loved ones, yes, but he still had many more to carry on for. The most important person in his life; his son, would soon be graduating, and Remus' only wish was to see him grow up. That was the only thing he wanted. Remus was happy because for the first time in his life he looked around and didn't see pain, he saw love. He saw a future that he was eager for. Seeing his son grow up, graduate, fulfill his dreams, was enough for him to forget everything that had been tormenting him for so many years.
But life is cruel, isn't it?
Just a few days after his son turned seventeen, Remus had a particularly rough night. He didn't have Wolfsbane, he had spent that month's money buying his son a gift. It was a sacrifice he was willing to do for him, so he simply decided to find a place where he can spend the full moon. Just like old times. He had already been through that many times so he didn't thought this time would be different. What a mistake. Remus would never be able to get that night out of his head. It would repeat itself in his consciousness over and over again like a broken record because that day his life changed completely.
His wolf was enraged. Out of control like it hadn't been in many years. He dug his long nails deep into his own skin, Remus could feel the burning pain course through his body as his wounds spurted blood. It was horrible. Maddening. A pain that Remus had forgotten and didn't want to remember. But there it was, reminding him once again like a macabre joke. His wolf bit and tore his own skin, almost skinning himself. It seemed like the animal wanted to kill itself. Hitting against things, banging his own head against the wall until he almost lost consciousness, biting and scratching his own skin until the floor was painted with his own blood.
It was a blurry night. The only thing Remus remembered from that night was all the pain he had felt and waking up in the hospital the next day. Bedridden. Not being able to move, not being able to speak. Completely paralyzed.
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Time passed since that night.
It was a cold morning. Christmas was near, the year was ending. Many people were celebrating with their families and friends, but Remus couldn't. Not in the condition he was in. His son dragged the wheelchair to the kitchen, settling it in front of the table where [Y/N] hurried to put the dishes. âToday I cooked your favorite, dadâ the teenager said, speaking with a naturalness unbecoming of the situation. Remus watched him carefully, the boy was serving breakfast with a smile that Remus knew he was forcing onto his face. âI tried to do it like you used to. It was a little difficult because I had to do it from memory but hey, I don't think it's that badâ [Y/N] said, showing him a weak, gentle smile, sitting next to him.
[Y/N] still spoke to him, and Remus was deeply grateful for that. He understood that it wasn't easy to talk to a person when you know you won't receive an answer. [Y/N] was strong enough, thoughtful enough to still talk to his father. And Remus was grateful. He never in his life wanted to say âthank youâ as much as in that moment, but he couldn't. Even if he tried, only a few sounds would come out of his mouth. Nothing more. [Y/N] looked at his father, motionless in that wheelchair. He felt a horrible lump in his throat, and the deep need to cry. But he held back. He couldn't. Not there, not in front of his father. â...Here, let me help you,â he said, bringing the plate to him.
Helping him, that was what [Y/N] had been doing for him since the accident. That and so much more. Since that night, since that full moon, Remus had been confined to a wheelchair. His body was completely paralyzed. Weak movements with his face and hands were all he could do. He couldn't speak either, a few moans were the only thing he could let out with effort. Remus was imprisoned in his own body, a body that had become useless. [Y/N] had practically become the man of the house, Remus couldn't work anymore, he couldn't do anything for himself. And the responsibility had fallen on his son, who wasn't even an adult yet. âWanna try?â [Y/N] said, holding the fork to Remus' mouth as if he were a baby. Remus swallowed, one of the few things he could do on his own. He felt useless. âIt tastes good, doesn't it?â [Y/N] couldn't help but let a small proud smile leave his lips. He didn't usually cook, he had been forced to learn to do so after the accident, and every small achievement was a source of pride for him, and for Remus too. Remus was happy for him and at the same time he was so sorry. âI'm not that bad of a cook after all, huh?â he said with a boyish smile. He felt so proud of himself, Remus wanted to smile at him so badly. Tell him that of course he was a good cook, that he could be the best if he wanted to. But he couldn't. He was trapped behind his motionless body.
Remus never felt so miserable in his life. He felt so useless, so desolate. He was screaming in pain inside but he was silent outside. A silence that drove him crazy. It was a pain and desperation that he couldn't show and Remus had never in his life appreciated being able to speak as much as he did now. He couldn't stop thinking about all those times he didn't speak, all those times he kept things to himself. All those times he had something to say and didn't say it. All the things he had to say and couldn't. It was an overwhelming anxiety, wanting to scream and not having a voice.
But you don't appreciate what you have until you lose it, right?
âI've talked to mom.â [Y/N] continued talking while feeding his father. âShe said she will send us money this month too. Luckily she's been.. ehm, nice.â Remus didn't get along with [Y/N]'s mother. It was a strained and uncomfortable relationship. The woman seemed to hate Remus and has stayed away from him since [Y/N] was born. She only spoke to her son's father because she had no other option, and Remus was sure that if she could make him disappear she would. But her heart seemed to have softened when she learned of Remus' new condition -which only made Remus more miserable-. She had been the one who had been helping them financially since the accident, because Remus could no longer provide for himself or his son. âStill, I've got a job for this vacation,â he smiled at him, âI want to help, you know? Even if it's just a little.â The teen said, giving Remus a small smile that reminded him of his own. Remus felt so guilty. His son was still a child, Remus still saw him as a child. A teenager who didn't know anything about the world yet. A boy Remus had yet to finish raising, whom he still had so many things to teach. He was just a boy. His boy. His son, who had been robbed of his teenage years. He, with his limitations, had taken away his teenage years. Even so, [Y/N] continued to help him in every way possible. Cooking for him, helping him bathe, change clothes, even getting a job to help financially. Remus was so proud of him and at the same time he felt like he owed him so, so much.
âIt's in a bookstore, that bookstore where the old lady who always wears flowers on her head works, remember?â [Y/N] spoke normally, as if it were just another day in his life. One more of those days before everything happened. Remus remembered that lady. She was a kind, chubby lady, a lady who had practically seen [Y/N] and even Remus grow up. In Remus' first memories of that woman she was already old. And she already worked in that old, small bookstore. Remus remembered a little [Y/N] standing on his tiptoes on the counter every time he went to buy a book there, trying to see over it with his eyes barely catching the old woman's tender smile. Remus would give anything to live those days once again. âShe told me that she heard about⌠you know, the accident. And she said that she wouldn't hesitate to give me a hand if I needed it.â Remus sighed, everyone had been doing that. Feeling sorry for him. Was that supposed to make him feel better? Because he only felt more miserable.
Remus rambled on about that lady for a moment. He had been doing that a lot lately. He couldn't do anything but think, so he had become something of a gossip lady. He couldn't remember the lady's name, but he could remember something very specific. He remembered that that lady's daughter had died, and that she was taking care of her grandson by herself. It was curious, that thing in particular seemed to have been erased from his memory until now. He was surprised to notice all the suffering that that lady had been hiding behind her smile for so many years and Remus not only didn't give it any importance, he also cared so little that he simply forgot about it. He couldn't help but wonder if that would happen to him too. If everyone would eventually forget about his suffering, about his accident. Remus couldn't help but think of his friends turning their backs on him, of his son turning his back on him.
At that point he was just rambling. But his mind had become a black cloud of negative thoughts that followed him everywhere. Maybe they were just stupid thoughts, but he couldn't help it. It's just that he felt so, so useless. He felt like a baby that needed to be taken care of, and he didn't believe that anyone would want to take care of him forever.
It seemed curious how everyone seemed to have so many experiences, so much pain within them. And how simply everything that makes a person cannot be seen behind a look, behind a smile. It was even cruel how everyone just continued with their happiness when so many others were suffering in silence, forgotten. Remus assumed that; everyone suffers in their own circumstances, but that we were always selfish enough to put our pain above that of others. No matter what. Because at the end of the day, we are all a little selfish. Even him, completely forgetting the suffering of the lady he saw almost every day on his way to work.
And no one cared about the pain of a man who couldn't even move.
âAnd then I remembered that I hadn't seen her grandson in a while, I asked her about it and she didn't hesitate to tell meâ He couldn't help but let out a small giggle at that. [Y/N] remembered how much that woman liked to talk and vent about her life. âShe told me that her grandson moved, that he was studying at a university. Then she started complaining that her princeâ He rolled his eyes at the nickname, smiling. Remus would have smiled alongside him if he could. He had never before noticed how beautiful it was to smile at his son. âleft and given up the cashier job. So I didn't hesitate and asked her when I could start working.â He said, with a boyish, victorious smile. Like a child proud of his little achievement.
His son was growing up alone in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything to accompany him. It felt horrible to miss out on his son's life as time continued to pass and pass before his eyes. Remus looked at his boy, barely noticing the innocent features of his little boy on the face of the teenager about to become a man in front of him. [Y/N] was so much like him, in some way or another. Molly had mentioned it several times, his son looked like him. Sometimes it was small gestures, sometimes it was the way he explained things, or sometimes the angle where he looked at his face. But his boy had a lot of him in him. Sometimes Remus looked at [Y/N] and couldn't help but see himself. To see in his son's eyes the same eyes he had been looking in the mirror for years. Remus couldn't help but think that [Y/N] was an improved version of him. And he was so proud of his son.
âMhm! I haven't told youâ [Y/N] said, removing the fork from Remus suddenly, just when Remus was about to make an effort to swallow. [Y/N] raised the fork to his mouth casually, as if he didn't notice. And watched as his son swallowed the food that was meant for him and couldn't help but want to giggle. It was such an innocent, dumb action. [Y/N] hadn't even realized and for some reason it touched him. Remus really, really wished he could hug his boy right then. âI had a new DADA teacher this yearâ [Y/N] began to tell, Remus' interest quickly piqued. âI think he's my favorite so far.. he's not as good as you, of course, but I like him. His name is Edward.. I hope he lasts and doesn't leave after a year like all DADA teachers, I don't want Snape to be my teacherâ [Y/N] said, making a small expression of disgust that Remus would laugh at if he could. He was happy to know that [Y/N] liked his new teacher. Remus regretted not being able to continue being his son's teacher, but at least now he knew that his replacement was good and that his son would continue to maintain a good education. Although he would love to be able to teach his son himself.
Remus looked up, meeting [Y/N]âs eyes again. But this time [Y/N] was silent. Remus knew his son well enough to know he was thinking about something. [Y/N] seemed hesitant this time, his lips pressed together, trying to decide if he should express what he was thinking. Finally, he decided to do it. â...They miss you... your students, they miss you.â Remus knew it, he had received many letters from his students after the accident. He loved teaching DADA. Teaching, communicating, connecting. He missed it so much. His classes, his students. And they missed him too. He was missed, and he didn't know if that made him feel better or worse. â...You were a wonderful teacher, dad.â
A bitter tear ran down his cheek. And then another, and another, and Remus couldn't stop it. He tried to swallow the heavy lump in his throat but the bitterness ran through his body and swallowing hurt. His eyes clouded over and Remus couldn't see his son's worried face anymore. Remus missed so much, so much, that he would give what little was left of him to relive a single day of his old life. âDadâŚâ [Y/N] murmured worriedly, terrified to see his father crying. He reached out and gently placed his hand on top of Remus'. Oh, his boy. His sweet boy. Remus owed his boy so much. His weak hand struggled to move, finding his son's and giving it a gentle squeeze, a squeeze that was the only thing he had left from those old hugs. He missed being able to hold his son. Remus remembered his baby, his little baby boy, so small and fragile in his arms. So innocent and so pure, sleeping in his father's arms with all the tenderness of a small being. Remus couldn't believe that that tiny baby was now this amazing young boy in front of him. Remus didn't know how he managed to raise someone so wonderful but he was so proud. Remus didn't deserved him, he just didn't.
âDad don't.. don't cryâ He stammered, feeling emotional himself. His father was the strongest person [Y/N] knew, and seeing him like this, so vulnerable, so fragile, so hurt, broke his heart. Things weren't easy for [Y/N] either, he had cried entire nights missing his father. It was all so scary, so sudden. He was just a young boy who now had to face everything by himself. And he still needed his dad, he needed him so much. His care, his guidance. Now he was the one who had taken over as caretaker, and although [Y/N] knew he would do anything for his father, he was terrified. And lost. âIâŚâ [Y/N] bited his lip, trying to hold back his own tears. He didn't know what to say. Seeing the man who raised him break down like that in front of him scared him so much.
[Y/N] could feel the weak grip on his hand. His father's desperate attempt for contact, to feel him close again. He squeezed his hand back, feeling completely destroyed inside. Was this all that was left of his father? [Y/N] missed him so much. He would do anything to be able to hear his father's voice one more time. [Y/N] trembled, swallowing the lump in his throat. His father used to tell him how brave and strong he was when he was little, he wanted to have those words present at all times. Especially now that his father couldn't use his voice to remind him himself. He knew that's what his dad would want him to do. He wiped away the tears with his free hand and then leaned towards Remus, giving him a soft, gentle kiss on the cheek. âItâs okay dad⌠don't be sad.â He said with a trembling voice, not knowing what to say to take away his father's immense pain. He looked at him, his father's gentle face now static and haggard. He could see the deep sadness behind those empty long-suffering eyes. His father's warm chocolate eyes seemed to have darkened.
âI⌠I love you so much, dadâ His voice had become small and weak, no matter how hard he tried to keep it steady. âAnd⌠you don't know.. how much it hurts me to see you like thisâ this time he just couldn't hold back his tears. âI just⌠I miss you so much⌠You don't know... You don't know how much I need you... I need my dad, I...â he trembled âI know you raised me to be brave but... Dad⌠I'm so scaredâ He looked at the ground, unable to look his father in the eyes as he finally broke down like a little child. âPlease.. come back⌠I still need youâŚâ He whispered weakly, sobbing as he looked at the ground. Trembling with no one to comfort him.
[Y/N] let himself cry, cry like he had been crying all those nights since the accident, cry like a scared little boy. He liked to imagine his father's long arms hugging him, hiding him in his chest, away from fear, away from everything. Just him and his father's warm love. He wanted to be comforted one more time, just one more time, like when he was a little. He needed it more than ever. He remembered his small form, tiny in front of Remus' large body. He remembered how he used to crawl under his father's sweaters and long coats in the winter, refusing to leave. He remembered his father's sweet chuckle, looking down at him with his warm eyes âSo you're going to live in there, huh? Then I guess I'll have to pay you rent.â [Y/N] perfectly remembered his father's voice saying that and it hurt him so much.
It was at that moment when he felt a subtle, soft, almost phantom caress of his father's thumb on his hand. [Y/N] looked up, thinking that perhaps it had been his imagination, that his mind was cruelly playing with him. But there it was. His father's long, weak fingers were moving ghostly. Caressing him. Speaking without speaking. [Y/N] began to cry again, but no longer from sadness. He trembled as he felt his father's caress, because it was a caress that provided comfort, it was a caress that provided love, it was a caress that said 'I'm still here.â
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UPDATE: 07.06.2024
NOTE: You can find other masterlists in my mother masterlist
I have updated the following masterlists:
Marauders Era Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles
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Dad Remus headcannons
- Tells the best bedtime stories
- Always sneaks you chocolate at bedtime
- Makes the best roast potatoes (donât ask me how I came to this conclusion I just know)
- Gives the best hugs
- Always has a cup of tea ready in the morning for you
- LOVES Christmas I mean the man goes all out (terrible at wrapping presents though)
- Also loves Halloween and laughs at the werewolves in horror movies
- Really good at giving advice
- Teaches you how to tie a tie for school
- loves it when you fall asleep on him during a movie
- him and Sirius make silly faces at you when youâre at Grimmauld place and the order are around to make you less anxious
#daughter reader#harry potter#sirius black#child reader#remus lupin x reader#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#remus lupin
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Celestial Beings
Chapter Two: Talking it Out
Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Summary: After many, many days of dealing with Moody's visits, (y/n) get two new visitors, who seem to be much much nicer.
Word Count: 2,285
Warnings: Torture Mention, SA Mention (it's mostly glossed over, no major details), Child Abuse Mention
A/N: Just in case I forgot to mention previously, this is not completely canon-compliant. I also have made Moody more of an a-hole, if anyone wants to know my thought process on that matter go ahead in send in a quick ask. Actually, feel free to send in an ask about anything, I would love to answer! I'm enjoying writing this, and I hope that at least some people are enjoying reading this.
Torture and pain were nothing new to (y/n), actually, it rather reminded her of home. She wasnât sure how long she had been in the small room, nor how many times sheâd had her âvisitsâ with Moody. They rarely lasted longer than a few hours. The longest time, from what little sense of it she had, was somewhere around 8 hours.
Speaking of home, she missed it quite a bit. Malfoy Manor was a lot more cruel on the inside than most people could even guess. Not particularly any fault of Mrs. Malfoy or Draco, but rather Lucius. The head of the household, and loyal follower of her father, obeyed any and every command given. Of course, most of those orders were on how to best âraise and properly trainâ (y/n), which typically involved some form of torture.
(Y/n) of course, followed along as well, it was easier than dealing with the consequences. Out of everything, waterboarding was the worst. Followed closely behind spending any nights with a few perverted men, less as a consequence, more so as a reward for their loyalty to You-Know-Who. She had the scars to prove the ordeals she went through, as much as she would prefer to forget.
Even though she acted nonchalant about it all, she was still a person. She just couldnât afford to be seen that way. In her opinion, it was better to be seen as an object or a weapon, a mere pawn on a chessboard. Then at least she herself could pretend to have no weaknesses, no breaking point. She preferred that people believed the rumors and lies, that she was as deadly as her father and as crazed as Bellatrix Lestrange.
Mrs.Weasley opened the cell door, a tired look on her face and a plate in hand. She gave (y/n) a sad smile as she set it down near the entrance.
âCouldnât you just give him something to go off of?â Mrs. Weasley pleaded with her. âAnything so you could have a break from it all? You look downright awful, Iâm worried for you.â
âWhat could I give him that he would believe?â (Y/n) asked, slowly grabbing the sandwich from the plate and taking a bite. âAfter all, I imagine itâs been at least a few weeks if not a month or so? I havenât uttered a single thing heâs believed, including that his curses and beatings wonât work. Iâm used to it, itâs what Iâve been molded to be.â
âWhat about something small, something that no one knows about, well You-Know-Who?â Mrs. Weasley tries, leaning against the door frame. âFrom what Iâve gathered he hasnât exactly been the most caring of-â
âDonât.â (Y/n) said flatly, meeting the older womanâs eyes. âTruly donât go there. He cares, just in his own way.â
Mrs. Weasley is quiet after that, unsure as to what to say. She sighs, picking up the plate and turning to leave. Once the door was shut (y/n) sits back against the cold wall, no longer having the appetite for her sandwich.
âHe does care. I just donât know if itâs about me or the results I give him.â she gathers up the blanket, draping it over her legs. âNo, he cares about me, what father wouldnât care about their children? Even Lucius cares about Draco, and he doesnât care about much else than impressing my father.â (Y/n) sat in the dark, with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company and the occasional bug scurrying across the floor.
This time when the door opened it was someone (y/n) had not seen before. Or rather two someones she hadnât seen. Both men were tall, one with dark, long curly hair and the other with light brown, short-combed hair. (Y/n) recognized one of them as Sirius Black, the first person to escape Azkaban prison. The other took her a few seconds to place, it wasnât until the light hit his face, revealing the scars that she knew it was Remus Lupin, a werewolf known to be heavily against her father.
âWell, isnât this a treat?â She said, slowly getting to her feet. âA blood-traitor and a half-breed? What did I do to have you grace my presence?â Remus flinched at the mention of half-breed.
âI came down here to see who could possibly have Moody stumped,â Sirius growled, stepping in front of Remus ever so slightly. âImagine my surprise when I see youâre nothing more than another idiot, too stubborn and ignorant for your own good.â
âIâm the idiot?â (Y/n) laughed. âAm I the one torturing the same person the same 20 ways over and over in the hopes something will give? No, Iâm the one who is with-standing it because the consequences of giving in are worse than dealing with a little more pain.â
âWhat could be worse than everything Moody has put you through?â Remus mused. âHeâs told us some of what heâs done, none of which we agreed with. The real reason weâre down here is because we took a vote.â
âA vote?â She took a step back, unsure now of the situation she was in. âA vote for what? Who gets first dibs?â
âWhat?â Sirius looked taken aback, holding up his hands innocently. âNo, we took a vote over if Moody should be down here with you anymore.â
âWe decided against it. You donât have to deal with him anymore.â Remus conjured up a lantern and hung it on the ceiling. âFrom now on weâre just going to talk.â
âSo weâve moved on from physical torture to psychological, understood.â (Y/n)âs shoulder relaxed slightly. âI can handle that too.â
âNo, no, no. I think youâre still not understanding.â Remus smiled, looking at Sirius. âThatâs all weâre going to do from now on. Sirius has enlightened us on what youâve probably grown used to growing up.â
âEnlightened? What would he know about any of that?â she sneered, feeling even more vulnerable than before. Somehow talking seemed more daunting than hours of Cruciatous curses and water-boarding.
âYouâre forgetting what family I, regrettably, belong to,â Sirius grumbled, shutting the door. âI have a feeling your upbringing was at least somewhat similar to my own, if not worse. Your father seems to pay you the same amount of care my mother gave me, which is to say nothing unless you are their perfect doll.â
âI donât know what you could possibly be-â
âDonât lie, it doesnât suit you.â Sirius glared at her, arms crossed. âBesides, you can give everyone else the whole âHe cares for me, just in a different wayâ b.s. like you gave Molly, but it wonât work on me. I tried that too, now I realize how bloody wrong I was.â
âSirius, we came to talk, not to therapise,â Remus warned, putting his hand on Siriusâs chest. âHow about we start small, like cornish pixie small?â he glanced at (y/n) almost asking her for permission.
âRight, apologies.â Sirius took a deep breath. âLetâs just start small, right?â Remus dropped his hand and turned back to (y/n).
âI donât see what actual choice I have,â (Y/n) sat down on top of her sleeping bag, bringing her knees to her chest. âWhatâs the rules then?â
âNo rules, just talk.â Remus once again said, conjuring up some wooden chairs. âWould you like a chair as well, or are you okay there?â
âIâm fine.â (Y/n) watched as the two men sat down. âSo, what would you like to talk about? The weather? To me, it seems the same every day to me.â
âFunny,â Sirius rolled his eyes. âBut, to be completely honest I havenât a clue.â
âWhatâs your favorite color?â Remus asks. âI prefer blue myself.â
âI like gold a lot,â Sirius mutters, still seemingly uninterested in the conversation. âItâs one of the few colors I can see both in my animagus form and human form.â
âIt may seem cliche, but I like green.â (Y/n) admits after sitting in silence for a moment. âNot any green though, I enjoy deep greens, phthalo green is a good one, and so is forest green, and juniper.â
âYou seem to know quite a bit about different shades of greens, is there any particular reason?â Sirius asked, sitting up more in his chair.
âNot really, it just comes in handy when it comes to potions and herbology.â she shrugged. The three of them were silent for a moment. âSo, did either of you ever, um, I donât know, did either of you ever find a way to sneak into the headmasterâs quarters? Because I did, plenty of times.â
âAnd you never tried to kill him for your dad?â Sirius seemed confused. âI feel like if you wanted his approval as bad as you seem to, you wouldâve, well you know.â
âAnswer my question first and then Iâll answer yours.â (Y/n) responded. âHave either of you snuck into Dumbledoreâs quarters?â
âI, well, I tried to once, but not while I was still at the school,â Sirius smiled to himself. âIt was after I escaped prison. I snuck into the castle looking for Peter and saw a rat head that way. Turned out to be a normal rat.â
âI never really even thought of the idea. I mean, heâs someone I imagine has a lot of security and spells cast around him to protect him from that sort of thing.â Remus admitted. âYour turn, answer Siriusâs question.â
âNo, I never tried to kill him.â (Y/n) smirks. âThe idea is quite intriguing though. Could you imagine how funny itâd be, if the daughter of the all and powerful Dark Lord, age 13, manages to murder the one person he fears above all else? Besides I liked school.â
âWhy did you sneak in then?â Remus prodded, leaning forwards, studying her as she toyed with her fingers. âIf not to kill Dumbledore, why bother?â
âTo be completely and totally honest? I wanted to be the best at potions, and Dumbledore just so happened to be very close friends with a certain Nicholas Flammel. In order to be able to make a Philosopherâs Stone one would have to excel in both alchemy and potion-making.â she stood up, leaning against the wall. âHe had a portrait of him in there, I would sneak in, ask him a million and one questions about potions, and then by the next time I came back I had tested and confirmed what he told me. I took great joy in Snape watching me get better at his own craft than he was.â
Sirius let out a gruff chuckle, which soon became a hollering laugh. Even Remus couldnât contain himself, joining in with his own chorus of giggles. (Y/n) didnât quite understand what was so funny, but watching the two of them laugh as hard as they were made her let out a giggle or two. The three of them talked, just talked for a time.
When the knock came at the door (y/n) stiffened, eyeing Sirius as he opened it. Much to her relief, it was Mrs. Weasley bringing dinner along with a small pillow. Sirius thanked her, taking the food from her arms and holding it out to (y/n), offering it to her. She cautiously took it, careful to not get too close as she retreated to her corner of the cell. Mrs. Weasley smiled and held up the pillow.
âItâs not much, but itâs better than what Alastor was giving you.â The older woman set it next to the door. âWhenever youâre ready for it you can grab it. No rush, dear.â
(Y/n) nodded, whispering a small thank you under her breath as Mrs.Weasley left. The soup and bread she had been given more than filled her up. Remus and Sirius continued talking to one another as she ate, everyone now slightly more comfortable with each other.
âI have to admit, she makes good food. Great food actually, Mrs. Malfoy has never been adept in the kitchen department, nor has anyone sheâs hired either.â (Y/n) told them, licking the sides of the bowl as she finished her soup. âAnd as enjoyable as this has been today, I do have a serious question to pose.â
âWhat question?â Remus asked, stiffening in his seat. Siriusâs eyes seemed to darken as he looked at her as if he was ready to pounce if needed.
âWell, if Iâm not to be tortured or forced to divulge any information, what do you expect to do with me then?â setting down the bowl she met their eyes. âYou canât possibly keep me in here forever, but you also canât just let me out of here either. Which leaves very little option other than killing me or me somehow escaping and taking as many of you with me as I can.â
The men look both shocked and hurt, perhaps a dash of anger in Siriusâs eyes. Neither of them says a thing as they stand up and walk towards the door. (Y/n) smiles at them, pushing their now empty plate and bowl towards them.
âItâs only a matter of time as to which happens first. Personally, Iâve accepted dying in here. No resources will be wasted on a rescue for me, nor will there be anyone to mourn me. I suggest you make the decision soon before I find a way to slaughter the lot of you in your sleep.â she threatens, meeting Remusâs gaze. âBecause you were right, Dumbledore does have plenty of security in his quarters, much more so than the barrier spells that get weaker day by day in here.â
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Harry Potter: The Age of Marauders
hey! i decided to open requests for writing headcanons or drabbles because i don't have a lot of ideas right now.
I can write a headcanon or drabble with your favorite character from the fandoms listed above. In your application you need to indicate:
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vola! your request will be ready within a few days.
now, topics i don't write about: NSFW, pdf, pairings (I only write about reader/character)
that's all for now. thanks for reading. i look forward to your inquiries.
ps: it will be awkward if no one sees this post and there are no applications, lol.
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Hello! I got news! So, I will do x readers Now ! Um, I am taking requests! and I had another account on here, But i deleted it cuz i kinda didn't know what to post, but here are the things i will do! FANDOMS - will do My hero academia One piece (anime and live action) Percy Jackson and the olympians Avater: the last airbender The legend of Korra Hunter X Hunter Harry Potter Hazbin Hotel Helluva Boss I also will do A.U's Genre- will do Fluff Smut Angst Platonic Every under age character will be aged up if smut or makeout, maybe kissing too, but We'll see
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My requests are open! Iâm a bit stuck on what to write, so Iâm open to most requests rn lol!
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âi am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.â
summary: how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.
pairing/s: poly!marauders + lily x reader.
tags: reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair, edited: very minor detail.
note: there is little plot, itâs just the marauders and their adoration for you. thank you all so much for your kind responses to my first marauders fic :(( ilysm! i hope you enjoy this one as well! because there are parts when i was writing that i ended up kicking my feet in the air and smiling to myself.
âMY NAME IS HARRY POTTER. I come from twenty-years in the future, youâre my mum â one of my âem, actually. Itâs complicated. And youâre married to James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black.âÂ
You blink.Â
âGet the fuck out of my room!âÂ
Harry James Potter has dodged many things in his life. Killing curses, jinxes, girls, Draco Malfoy, and Dudleyâs sloppy punches, but heâs never had to dodge his sixteen-year-old motherâs fuzzy slipper before. (Godric, that sounds weird, even in his head.) He doesnât know precisely how he arrived here. In the Slytherin common room, to be exact, in your dorm. Harry remembers duelling with Death Eaters, Hermione calling his name, and a flash of light hitting him square in the chest, then he remembers waking up in the cold tiles of the snake dungeon. He nearly throws himself off the window when he meets your eyes, bleary from interrupted sleep â itâs not often he gets to meet [read: one of] his dead parents, after all, three had been brutally murdered by Voldemort, and one killed by his own loony cousin. He misses Sirius, though. A lot. And right about now, he could do with some of Hermioneâs nagging and brilliant plan-making.Â
At present â or past, Harry guesses â he watches you scramble out from your duvet, hand clumsily reaching for your wand as you snarl at him. He wonders if his mother knows that heâs encountered other creatures far more threatening than her. Oh shit, he realizes with all the forces of an angry Hermione Granger, isnât this the last thing heâs supposed to do? But, well, Harry has given, and given, so much of himself all for the greater good â just this once, heâd like to see his parents alive and well. Even if they were currently trying to blast him into the walls.Â
âIf youâd just let me explain, mumâ!â Harry pleads, nearly dropping his glasses after dodging one of your stinging hexes. Godric, youâre crazy. âPlease!âÂ
âStop calling me that!â You screech, eyes set ablaze. Harry finds that youâre quite dynamic with your attacks. A hairbrush, followed by a stinging jinx, then a thick History of Magic textbook â which rudely hits him in the face, but he doesnât dare complain because youâre his mother, and heâs respectful like that â and after youâve exhausted your breath, running him into a corner, and your nostrils flare with the stubbornness of a lion, you point the tip of your wand at him. âIf this is another one of the Prewettâs shitty pranks, I want you to leave! You are in the girlsâ dormitory beyond midnight, and so help me, if you arenât walking out that door in the next five seconds, I will kill you and string you up by your bottoms for everyone in school to see! Maybe all your stupid rumours of me being a Death-Eater might come true after all!âÂ
âYouâre a Death-Eater?â Harry asks dumbly.Â
You growl furiously, and Harry figures that was not the right thing to say. âI wonder what McGonagall would say if I delivered your head to her on a silver platter.âÂ
âProfessor,â Harry corrects with a toothy grin. âProfessor McGonagall.âÂ
You slam his head against the wall.
Definitely the wrong thing to say.Â
Harry groans, little Dobby heads floating around his vision. Why was this so much harder than actually facing Voldemort? Quick, he needed to think of something, otherwise heâd end up eviscerated to ashes on your cold, stone floors. Harry is pretty sure youâd use his remains as decoration to send off a message to your enemies.Â
âYou hate your father,â Harry slurs through the pain, remembering Remusâs stories of how you were the gentlest magical being heâs ever had the privilege to love â now that Harry thinks about it, Remus was being extremely biased, nothing about you is gentle at all. âHeâs forcing you to marry someone old enough to be your grandfather. You love to read Muggle literature but had to stop when your father burnt your whole collection of books. Your favorite novel is Persuasion by Jane Austen. Itâs the one book you carry with you everywhere, you could never get tired of it.â Â
Your grip on his shoulders falters, but the fury in your eyes crackles. âThis isnât funny.âÂ
âItâs not meant to be funny, mum,â Harry croaks, voice cracking pathetically â strange how this is the most heâs ever uttered the word, mum; itâs a peculiar string of letters, foreign on his tongue. âYou have tremors in your left leg from when your father cast the Cruciatus curse on you. One of your dearest friends is a Hogwarts house-elf named Pipley. You cheated on your Transfiguration essay once, andââÂ
âThatâs enough!â You bark, eyes narrowed in dangerous slits. âI donât know where you heard those from, you creepy, little stalker, but if you want to keep breathing, then I suggest you shut up.âÂ
Harry scoffs â you donât understand. Everything heâs learned about you is from Sirius and Remus. They talk about you with whispered devotion, your name like a prayer on their lips, their eyes glazed with wistfulness as though they could see you reaching out for them â but you were dead in Harryâs time. Yet, you might as well have been alive with their tales of you.Â
(âSheâs a different kind of beautiful,â Sirius had said, a year after breaking out from Azkaban, sitting by the fire in Grimmauld Place, taking a swig of decade-old firewhiskey, âThe kind of beautiful you donât want to take your eyes off from because youâre afraid sheâll disappear from your eyes. But you wonât forget her, oh no, youâll memorize the freckles and moles on her skin, the scars from her years, the light in her eyes, and the way she holds her head up high. You should have seen her, James, she. . . she was â is glorious.â)Â
âI told you,â says Harry firmly â although he loves his mother very much, sheâs beginning to wear him out, âMy name is Harry James Potter, I come from twenty-years in the future. You are one of my parents.â A lightbulb flashes in his head. He squirms in your hold, reaching for his robe pocket until he finds the thing heâs looking for. Harry dangles the ring in front of you, grinning in success when your eyes flash in recognition. âItâsââÂ
âA family heirloom,â You say breathlessly. The alexandrite winks under the light, a familiar gold band with the Latin inscription of your House words. âWhere did you steal this from?âÂ
Harry rolls his eyes. âYou left it for me in my Gringotts vault. Itâs my heirloom now. You have to believe me, thereâs no way you can deny this.âÂ
You take a step backwards, nibbling on your lower lip, as you stagger to your bed â Harry nearly stumbling to catch you in case you fell; adjusting to the living proof of time travel was quite difficult, he, of all people, should know. He exhales, dragging a hand down his face. âMagic, amirite?âÂ
You throw a pillow at him, which he catches gracefully thanks to his Seeker reflexes, as you plop down in the comforts of your quilts. âSleep. The other girls wonât be back until the end of the holiday. We can deal with whatever this is in the morning. Itâs way too early for me to process the idea of a future Potter spawn following me around.âÂ
Harry smiles. âYes, mum.âÂ
ONE THING THAT his fathers failed to tell him about you, and that Harry had to learn himself, was that you took ages to get ready. You sat on the chair in front of your vanity mirror, the birch wood legs whittled with snakes, and it was as though you had a Sticking Charm on the cushion. Harry didnât know there could be so many creams, oils, and serums, and powders one put on their face. He blanches when you turn to offer him a cream for his under eyes. (âSuit yourself.â You shrug, turning to brush your cheek with dusts of pink. âJust saying, those dark circles arenât doing you any favors.â)
âWhat am I like in the future?â You ask, a kind lilt to your voice, much like a warm hug, much like home.Â
Harry stiffens, shoving his hands in pockets of the robes that were twice his size â you had given him the garments of Lucius Malfoy to change in, which you apparently had stolen from his room. Itâs come full circle, really, the Sorting Hat had once told him he would be great in Slytherin, and now here he was, looking fabulous in green â because he was about to hurl at the feel of the velvet on his skin, knowing slimy Lucius Malfoy had worn it. (âNo sonââ You pause with a tight purse in your lips, as if you still canât accept the fact. Harry doesnât blame you. ââno son of mine will be parading around in red of all colors, future or not.â And Harry finds that he really doesnât care, so long as you call him your son.)Â Â
âLoved,â replies Harry gruffly, avoiding your eyes in the reflection of your mirror â they were piercing. One look and Harry wanted to spill all of his deepest, darkest secrets. He remembers the photographs in his album, the one heâs stared at so many times as a child. Itâs a moving photograph of the five of you, fresh out of Hogwarts, each wearing a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. Before Sirius and Remus, it was the only semblance of proof that Harry had â that you had once been alive. Remus is holding you by the waist in the picture, twirling you around as autumn leaves fell. You were â are â loved, and Harry thinks thereâs no better description than that.Â
(âI bloody hated her cat,â says Remus with a roguish quirk to his lips, regalling Harry with more talks of his parents. âSirius, too. We just never got along with the little creature. But your mother loved it, and we would have done anything to make her happy. She deserved it, you see. She deserved more than what I had to offer her, but still she chose me anyway. And I am a selfish man, Harry, I crave glimpses of her and the whispers of her voice. She has made me a mad man whose only reprieve is her touch.â)Â
You hum knowingly. âStupid question, I guess. Since you arenât allowed to reveal anything more about the future.â You sigh, gracefully threading your arms in the sleeves of your shirt, a green tie in the center of your collar. âExcept, of course, when you gave me a heart attack in the middle of the night by telling me the last thing I want to become â no offense, I just donât see how a relationship with those rowdy bunch would work. They get on my nerves far too much for me to ever feel anything other than disgust.âÂ
Harry doesnât need a mirror to see that his expression has contorted in confusion; brows knitted and upper lip crinkled. By their memories of you, you all were madly in love in Hogwarts. Damn. This just made his trip to the past a lot harder. No maze seems to be ever just a maze.Â
Luckily, you donât notice him brewing a grand master plan to bring his parents together. Instead, you say, âBut you donât seem to be phased by any of this. If I had been thrown twenty years into the past, I would have puked my guts out twice at some point.âÂ
âThanks for the image,â says Harry with a scowl. Truthfully, it had either been a present with a noseless Dark Lord to face, trauma to unpack but really never have the chance to, or a past where all of his parents were alive, and a chance to talk with them for however long he has. He knows where heâll be staying, thank you very much.Â
âAnytime,â You reply with an impish smile.Â
Your heels pad across the floor as you walk over to him, mouth clicking as you pat the top of his head, full of wild, untameable Potter hair. âYou need a trim soon,â You mutter, frowning, as you brush the thick strands away from his eyes, then you gasp â and Harry knows exactly whatâs coming next. âOh, youâve got Evansâs eyes. Thatâs freaky.âÂ
âI know.â Harry grins.Â
âHereâs the plan,â You say as you lead him out of your room, making sure no one saw him walking out of your door and getting the wrong impression â because that would be so wrong on many levels, but also, explaining to someone else that the person beside you was a time-traveller was just complicated in general. The Slytherin dungeon is unfamiliarly familiar, eerily quiet, as the two of you made your way out. âJust say youâre Potterâs distant relative, twice or thrice removed, and youâve always been here. If you lie to their faces enough, theyâll believe it eventually.âÂ
âWill that work?â Harry doesnât really mind â he needs a connection to James, his father, if heâs going to work out a connection between you and the others, because at the moment, it doesnât seem like youâre too fond of them. Thereâs a tick on your jaw every time you mumble the word, Potter. Nevertheless, Harry decides heâs going to spend the duration of the holiday break trying to set you up with them â on the list of most insane things heâs ever done, living out the Parent Trap was high up the tally.Â
You shrug. âTheyâve fallen for less.âÂ
(âSheâs got this adorable habit when she lies,â Sirius tells Harry, whipping up a stack of pancakes for their breakfast â Remus browsing through the morning paper. Itâs the closest heâs ever been to a normal family. âItâs not obvious to her, of course, but I know her more than I know my own name. So we play along with it.â For a moment, he stops drizzling the maple syrup on the well-cooked batter, gazing at Remus fondly. âDâyou remember that, Moony? She led us straight to one of her pranks, and we ended up covered in slug slime. She was so obvious â with her adorable fucking giggles. I need help with Charms, she said, and we knew right away it was a set-up. But it didnât matter. Iâd happily let her lead me to my ruin.â)Â Â
The Great Hall is the same as Harry remembers. Now that most have returned home for the holidays, those who stay back mingle with students from other Houses, sharing meals under the bewitched ceiling, their low murmurs and hushed Christmas greetings bouncing off the walls. Harry scours the four tables to find a hint of blazing red hair, or the scent of impending trouble. Fortunately, he doesnât have to search very far. As fate would have it, James Potter finds you â and where he is, Sirius Black is sure to follow.Â
Youâre barely seated when James comes bounding over to your table â more precisely, he struts, and Harry is horrified to ever be proven wrong by Snape, of all people. He ignores the roll of your eyes as he drags a leg over the bench, sitting to face you as Sirius occupies the space to your left before Harry can even sit down. He canât even fathom how weird it is to see his parents as rambunctious teenagers. Lovesick, rambunctious teenagers.Â
âMorning, dove.â James preens under your glare, stealing a grape from your bowl with a boyish smirk. His hair looks as though heâs ran his hand through it many times. âYou look ravishing today.âÂ
âAs always,â Sirius pipes in. âBut that eyeshadow really isnât complementing your skin tone, my darling.âÂ
You smile at him, right before your lips twist into a cutthroat sneer. âPiss off, Black.â
James stifles a laugh as he shovels a mass of potatoes on your plate, then pumpkin pasties, and slides a steaming cup of Dragon Well tea in front of you.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing, Potter?â You reach over to smack his arm when he sprinkles apple slices and bacon on your breakfast.Â
âWhat does it look like?â James smiles lopsidedly. âYou need to eat more, honey.â
(In the future, Sirius will tell Harry, âIt started off as a joke, a way to get on her nerves â but then, it just became this thing about taking care of her, making sure she got enough sleep before her tests, wondering if she had breakfast or dinner, staying with her in the library, walking her to the Slytherin common room, and sending her stupid notes just to make her laugh. You donât get it, Harry. Iâd give my every breath to ensure her life. We all would.â Harry doesnât see Sirius any more during that evening, but he hears a bottle crashing against a wall, cracking into a million pieces, and the masked sound of Sirius sobbing, and Harry decides to leave him alone for the night.)Â
Then, you tear your eyes away from James â he huffs, pushing your plate to you, mildly annoyed that youâve deprived him of your eyes; they were his favorite part of you, you see, so expressive and full of life; James thinks you put the stars to shame â and thankfully, you remember that Harry still exists. You lightly smack Siriusâs leg until he gives Harry some room to sit. âPotter, meet other Potter. Itâs the holidays, shouldnât it be the perfect time to let go of House prejudices and spend time with family?âÂ
James looks at Harry up and down. âYou must be from dadâs side of the family with all that hair.âÂ
Harry lets out a breath of relief. That was easy â way too easy. When he takes the vacant space in between you and Sirius, you dump all the available food on his plate, just as James had done for you.Â
âEat,â You say with a tone of finality. âYou look like the wind could snap you in half.âÂ
âYes, mââ Harry stops himself before he could finish his sentence, avoiding Siriusâs curious gaze.Â
âWow.â Sirius pokes Harry in the shoulder and in the cheek. âYou really look like a mini-James, youâve even got his terrible eyesight.âÂ
âOi!âÂ
Your fork clatters against the silverware as you turn to Sirius with a shrill. âNot that I do enjoy your company â because, trust me, I do not want you here at all and would very much prefer if you got out of my sight â but why are you here? The Gryffindor table is over there. Unless your housemates finally got sick of you, Potter, which I can definitely see happening.âÂ
James chuckles, tossing another grape in his mouth without taking his eyes off you. âItâs as you said, isnât it? Itâs the time for putting aside House prejudices. And I think itâs a lovely day to enjoy a meal with my favorite snake.âÂ
âDrop dead,â You retort, digging into your chicken with a little more force than necessary.Â
âOh, dove.â James shakes his head, a teasing grin pulling at his lips. âItâs cute that you think death will keep me from you.âÂ
(Harryâs been told before, probably by Sirius, that this line had been wedged into his wedding vows for you. âA dramatic one, James was,â Sirius chuckles to himself one morning, Harry and Hermione listening intently, âHe always said heâd rather die than ever hurt her. There was this time in seventh year, they had a fight â it was ugly â and she had ignored him for a week. James cried in Remusâs arms begging him to cut his heart out, saying that he didnât deserve to keep on breathing, not after making you cry.â)Â
âThat is so creepy,â You say in disgust, scrunching your nose. Sirius chortles at your side. âI still wonder why Evans agreed to go out with you.âÂ
âItâs all part of the charm, dove.â James winks. âItâs all part of the charm.âÂ
Harry wants to barf, actually.
After breakfast, James then decides to introduce Harry to Lily, Remus, and Peter. (Heâs gonna need the patience of a saint to not Avada Kedavra that rat on the spot.) Harry had spent the whole morning watching Sirius peel oranges and give them to you with a smitten look in his eyes â naturally, you gave whatever Sirius offered you to Harry, and each time Padfoot would visibly wilt. If he were in his Animagus form, Harry thinks he would be whining by now, tongue out and all. James and Sirius follow after you like lost puppies when you extricate yourself from the table.
âWhere are you going?â James calls, hot on your heels as you leave the Great Hall.
âAway from you, Potter!âÂ
And James actually sighs when you turn the corner and disappear from their peripheral vision. Seconds later, he turns to Harry with a blinding smile, âSheâs definitely charmed.â
Harry chortles.
âWell, come on then!â James guffaws as he wraps an arm around Harryâs neck â this is so, so strange. They begin walking in the opposite direction of where you went. âI still canât believe weâve got another Potter here and in Slytherin. I think I would have remembered Minnie calling your name during the Sorting Ceremony. What year are you in?âÂ
Heâs supposed to start his sixth-year in a few weeks. âFifth.â Technically.Â
âWe should ask Lily,â says Sirius, hands in his pockets and ebony ringlets tickling his nape. âSheâs got the best memory out of all of us.â
Itâs odd, Harry thinks, meeting the person whoâs got his eyes â or the other way around, as people have told him. Itâs like someone carved out the emeralds of Lily Evansâs eyes and bestowed it upon Harry for safekeeping. She sits beside Remus Lupin, head resting on his shoulder, hands clasped together, as they enjoy the shade. Nex to them, oblivious to their intimate conversation, is Peter Pettigrew â with his rosy, cherub cheeks and innocent blue eyes; not at all the image of a pathological, cowardly liar. Their heads snap in attention as James boisterously cries for their name.Â
âMarauders â and Lily-pad â meet ickle Potter.â James lightheartedly whacks Harry on the back, to which Harry feels his lungs spill out from his mouth, heâs sure thereâs an imprint of his fatherâs hand on his back now.Â
âThereâs two Potters in Hogwarts?â Sea-green eyes look at him in scrutiny as Lily knits her brows. âHow even is the castle still standing?âÂ
James cackles like itâs the best joke heâs ever heard in his entire life, slapping his knee for dramatic effect. Oh, well, at least theyâre buying Harryâs half-baked lie. At this point, itâs not even baked, itâs just wet, soggy, and poorly done. âGood one, Lily-pad!â
Sirius ruffles Remusâs shaggy blonde hair, canines bared in a wide grin. âThis one hereâs Moony, uptight prefect in the morning and absolute beast in the evening.âÂ
Harry blanches. Surely he was talking about his furry problem, right? Right?Â
Remus doesnât even flinch, just peels off Siriusâs hand from him and extends his hand out to Harry. âPlease do not mind him. Remus Lupin, nice to meet you. Although, I canât believe this is the first time weâve met. We would have definitely remembered if we had another Potter in our midst.âÂ
âItâs true, we Potters are just hard to forget,â says James, smiling cheekily.Â
Harry pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. âMum didnât take the Potter name. Iâm part Dursley. Muggle.âÂ
Lily hums, toying at the ends of her bright hair. âDursley, huh? What a familiar name.âÂ
âItâs a common one,â Harry assures her â not at all the names of the people who would take him in after they died. And make his life miserable.Â
âI suppose youâre right,â says Lily, unconvinced.Â
âAnd this is Peter.â James introduces the boy eagerly, pride in his voice â as though this isnât the person who literally allies himself with Voldemort. As if Peter wonât betray his friends all because of fear.Â
âNâNice to meet you,â Peter stammers with a nervous fidget, âAny family of James is a friend of ours.âÂ
Harryâs eye twitches.Â
IT IS ALMOST COMICAL â the way their eyes land on your figure, bursting through the courtyard from the corridors, winter cloak swishing with every step, tendrils of hair swaying in the crisp wind, and head held up high, thick books under your arms. You pause in front of the Marauders, face blank, then you turn to Peter, greeting him with a: âHello, only Gryffindor I can tolerate.âÂ
Peterâs cheeks burn a saccharine hue of pink. Oh, no, no, no â absolutely not â Harry will not stand for a little crush Peter Pettigrew has on his mother. He needs James to act now. âHi,â Peter replies shyly.Â
Lily quirks her lips. âHello, princess, see your score for the Astronomy test yet?â
You scowl. âZip it, Evans.âÂ
The sound of Lilyâs laughter fills the atmosphere â itâs the sort of melody that makes flowers bloom in deserts. âHad a bit of difficulty with the star charts?âÂ
Sirius pinches your cheek â Harry thinks youâre going to murder him on the spot. âDifficulty? I think this one just slept through the whole thing.âÂ
James snickers. âMust have been one hell of a nap, princess. You were drooling on my jumper.âÂ
âI most certainly do not drool!â You gasp, appalled, eyes wide as you step away from Sirius.
Sirius rolls his eyes. âWhat? Is drooling too barbaric for the pretty, little pure-blooded princess now? Newsflash, pet, youâre just as human as we are.âÂ
âOh, you horrible, loathsome, infuriatingââ You whip around to beat his chest with the course book in your grasp â itâs the kind of book Hermione would consider for light reading.Â
âIrresistibly attractiveâ?â Sirius supplies for you, grin widening with as he captures your wrist with his hands.Â
âIn your dreams!â You shrill.Â
You exhale slowly, eyes closing, chest rising when you take a sharp inhale. You open your eyes and stare straight at Harry â for a moment he fears that youâll bite his head off. âHarry, dear, will you accompany me to the library? I think Iâve found something important regarding your situation.âÂ
Harry nods. âIs it time already?âÂ
âYes,â You say firmly. âAnd time is of the essence. Come on.âÂ
âWait!â Lily calls out to you as you turn to head back to the castle, Harry in tow â he tries to avoid the way James is glaring at your linked arms. âHogsmeade next week?âÂ
Your jaw falls to the ground â this must have been unrehearsed, if the othersâ reactions were anything to go by; Remus had dropped his book in shock, Sirius looked like he couldnât decide between applauding Lilyâs bravery or shaking her, and James was somehow frozen in time. âExcuse me?âÂ
âYouâre excused, princess,â says Lily, dimples poking out of her cheek as she takes another step towards you. âYou, me, Hogsmeade. A date. Iâm sure youâve gone on one of those before.âÂ
Harry elbows your stomach as you stare at Lily in shock. It takes a few moments to break you out of your stupor. âAâAnd what makes you think Iâll just go with you?âÂ
Lily shrugs. âIâm fit. Arenât I, Remus?âÂ
âThe fittest,â says Remus without missing a beat.Â
You laugh incredulously. âDo you just expect me to go along with this? Youâre mad, Evans.âÂ
Harry glares at you. You need to go along with this.Â
âAre you scared, princess?â Lilyâs face is inches away from yours, noses almost touching â Harry doesnât know if he should keep watching this painful way of flirting â as she grins at you, happiness barely contained within her eyes.Â
To your credit, you donât back down. (Harry has to say this for the masses: he saw your gaze flitter down to Lilyâs lips for a split second.) âStop calling me that, Evans.âÂ
âOne date, then.âÂ
You growl in exasperation, eyes flickering to the boys behind her back â pretending not to hear their conversation. âI suppose Iâll have to deal with them as well?âÂ
Lily beams and Harry swears sunflowers could grow in her direction. âWeâre a package deal.âÂ
âUnfortunately,â You utter â but Harry notices it, the lack of venom in your voice. You straighten your posture, nose lifted haughtily, âI choose where weâre going.âÂ
âDone.â The sun peeks out from the cloud just as Lily smiles at you.Â
âAnd I want toââÂ
âDone,â Remus interjects raspily, peering up at you from underneath his lashes. âAnything you want, itâs yours.âÂ
You fight a growing smile, but continue, âIf weâre going out in public, youâre going to have to wearââÂ
âDone,â says James giddily, he looks as though he could kiss you in front of everyone without a care in the world. Â
âYou canât just agree to anything I say!â You flap your arms in frustration.Â
âYes, dear,â Sirius teases.Â
âDo you know how much you piss me off, Black?â You squawk. âBecause you are this close toââ
âYou are so fucking beautiful,â Sirius confesses, every pretense shed raw from his skin, sincerity pouring from his words.Â
âIââ You falter, heat rushing to your cheeks. âYouâve gone mad.âÂ
âItâs your fault, dove,â says James, eyes twinkling like crescent moons as he smiles. âYou best take accountability for this.âÂ
âYouâre incorrigible â all of you,â You say as you avoid their gazes.
(But they were yours. Past, present, and future. They loved you so much that their soul was no longer their own â it was yours; yours to keep, yours to break, and yours to love. It would be unjust to ask them why they loved you. Do we ask why the sun rises each day without rest? Do we ask a daisy to stop blooming, or a tree to stop growing after it has endured storms and floods? After all, we do not ask why humans follow the light in a tunnel shrouded in darkness.)Â
âCome on, Harry, letâs go.â You reach for his hand, he notices immediately that the tips of your ears are pink, and your palms are warm with sweat. He barely sees Peter wave goodbye before you tug him in the direction of the castle entrance.Â
âWait up!â Remus catches up to you two in quick strides, offering to carry your books for you â not that you agree, stubborn Slytherin that you are. âIâll walk you to the library.âÂ
âThereâs no need for that, Lupin, thank you.â You dodge his eyes, lips tightly pressed together, nails slightly digging into Harryâs arm.Â
âRemus,â He says with a twinkle. âCall me Remus.âÂ
âAlright.â You pause. âRemus.âÂ
(In that moment, Remus wonders if you remember decking Lucius Malfoy in the face to defend him in your fourth year. He didnât think he deserved to even breathe in the same air as you â the pure-blooded princess, dressed in clothing worth more than his life, adorned in jewelry he could only dream to afford, raised to believe she was better than everyone else. Then, you beat up Evan Rosier the next month in the courtyard, eyes ablaze, extravagant silk marred with grass stains and mud, and knuckles split open. You spit blood on the ground, looking at Lily then back at Rosier. âRed,â You say, kicking him one last time in the stomach, unafraid of McGonagallâs wrath growing louder and louder. âJust like everyone else. Like those Muggleborns you fear. Weâve all got dirty blood, Rosier. Suck it up.âÂ
âIâll tell your father about this!â Rosier bellows through bloody teeth.Â
âTell him!â You grab his neck and slam your forehead against his. âTell him that I decide my own future now!â
Remus doesnât even have to think about it.Â
He falls in love.)Â
FUNNILY ENOUGH, ITâS LILY who gives you her heart first, before anyone else does. Itâs the last month of her first year at Hogwarts â it still hasnât quite sunk in yet that she was a witch. Her, not Petunia, but her â Lily Evans, the witch. Apparently, some people canât believe it either. A girl from Ravenclaw calls her this foul word, sheâs heard it a few times now but it always hurts the same. James and Sirius get into a fight for her honor, now faced with detention later this evening. But she canât help but wonder, what if they were right? What if she really didnât belong in this world? It was too good to be true, anyway. Perhaps sheâll just run a flower boutique with Petunia.
âOi.âÂ
The sound of your voice startles her, and she nearly topples over in the Great Lake. Lily catches sight of your Slytherin colors and resigns herself to another round of name-calling. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âTheyâre wrong, you know,â You tell her, ignoring Lilyâs question. You look down on her with your nose raised arrogantly â she wishes she could be like you. Born to be magic. âYouâve got a terrifying brain locked up in your head there, Evans. And they know it, too. Theyâre scared.âÂ
Lily scoffs. âIâm just a Mudblood to them. Thereâs nothing to be intimidated by.âÂ
You sneer. âDonât say that word. Youâre more than that. More than them. Theyâve got long ways to go to prove they have a place in this world. But you â youâve defied the odds and you were destined to become magic. You donât have to prove anything. You have the right to be in the wizarding world and no one can take that away from you.âÂ
Then, you pivot on your heels, not bothering to hear her reply. âYouâre my rival now, Evans. Do keep up. Weâve got an Astronomy test tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you do then.âÂ
Lily just gapes. Sheâs certain thereâs butterflies in her stomach. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage. Lily raises her hands to feel her blushing cheeks. Thereâs a light unfamiliar sensation in her stomach â like the urge to kick her legs and scream into a pillow, or more precisely, chase after you and hold your hand.
She stiffens.
Oh.
part two
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Request from an anon: Can you do where all the characters are safe and happy after the war, but at the last second wolf!daughter moves their hand from their blood soaked gut? (this is pretty depressing lol sorry)
A/N: hey guys! Two blurbs back to back!! Productive era!!! This is some of my best writing I think. But it is sickingly sad so be advised.
Cotent warnings; implied stabbing, death, and blood.
You can send a request here.
Part two.
War is over.
You watch everyone, checking on their friends and tending to the wounded as what were once tears of sadness and grief give way to ones of pure relief. The Dark Lord is dead. For good this time.
Your dads are holding on to each other just a little tighter than normal. Even from where youâre slouched against the wall, you see them trembling. Perhaps theyâre waiting to wake up from some fever dream, to a world where Sirius is still locked up and Remus is still struggling alone without him. You want to go and join their hug, but you donât have it in you to even yell, let alone walk. You donât mind though. Watching them come out of their shock and hug had the same effect.
You didnât notice your eyes closing until the patter of several concerned-sounding feet startles them open. Your friendsâand family are watching you, Sirius and Remus front and center. You try to give them a smile To reassure them ofâŚsomething, but itâs too small to stick. They waste no time sitting on each side of you. You welcome it. Itâs nice to have company.
âYouâre alright darling?â Sirius speaks first, squeezing your hand. You relish in the fatherly gentleness of his touch. You get an odd feeling like you should savor it this time. When you donât say anything Remus tries this time; a little more desperate. âWhatâs happened? Are you alright?â You see heâs trying desperately to hold it together but heâs slipping. The tremor in his voice gives him away. You want to tell him youâre fine and everything is okay, but itâs not up to you. Not even what your body does is up to you anymore, maybe thatâs why your hand falls off your side to reveal what youâve been trying to hide this whole time.
Blood is steadily seeping through your shirt, the stain getting bigger by the second. Youâre not sure who did it. All you remember is fighting of deatheaters, holding your own pretty well until you felt something sharp pierce straight through you, then pull out again. When you turned around whoever did it had already run off, leaving a sickening cackle behind them. But even as you bled, you managed to clear out another three of them before they finished you off.
The wound startles your poor parents, but not into doing nothing. Remus rushes off to find something, anything to help. Sirius squeezes your hand tighter. âItâs fine sweetheart. W-Weâre going to fix it alright?â His voice is now quiet and his body and stare unmoving. Like heâs scared you might fade away if he doesnât keep watching. You manage a weak smile and tilt your head just enough to lean on his shoulder. âThatâs alright papa. Iâm just tired, itâll wear off Iâm sure.â Your eyes want to flutter closed but you force them open. You canât rest yet, youâre not finished. âI think I might sleep now though. Once Harry turns up, tell him thatâŚthat I love him. And Iâm proud.â Sirius is shaking, but he nods.
You think heâs going to say something to you, but you donât stay awake long enough to hear.
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HIII, I wanted to know if I could request a poly marauders x festy slytherin reader.Something of how they started or whatever you have inspiration for.I would love another part of that, if you feel up to it. Hope you are taking care of yourself <3
feisty/slytherin reader x poly!marauders is actually my favourite thing to write (followed closely by any ship with whimsical reader) so I was more than happy to whip this up for you! Thanks for requesting! đŤś
poly!marauders x feisty, fem, Slytherin!reader
p1 // p2 // p3
CW: werewolf prejudice, making fun of possible birth defects due to Pureblood's being terribly inbred, swearing
Remus felt that generally, he was a very understanding person. And not just in a compassionate way, but also in a sense that he just understands a lot of things.
He understands Siriusâ need to defy his family whilst simultaneously looking after his brother as if his life depended on it.
He understands Jamesâ need to make sure everyone around him feels as loved as humanly possible, even if itâs at his own expense.Â
He understands that Gryffindorâs hate Slytherinâs, but he also understands that not all Slytherinâs are horrible, prejudiced racists.
He understands everyone makes fun of Hufflepuffs for being soft and emotional, but he also understands that Hufflepuffs can be some of the most heartless, ruthless friends you can have.
What Remus has had a hard time understanding, however, was his boyfriendsâ sudden interest in you.
Remus could admit that you were quite attractive, but you were also sort ofâŚterrifying?
âWhat have you boys done?â Lily murmured in quiet horror (quiet awe if you asked James).
âWe pranked Slytherin!â Sirius said jovially, as if Lily had somehow missed that key piece of information.Â
âI can see that, Sirius.â She said like one might speak to a small child who was quite dumb. âBut on portrait day?â
Sirius smiled smugly as he watched Slytherinâs enter the Great Hall for their school portraits. As they passed through the door, they were unknowingly walking under a charmed mistletoe (which was very difficult to find this time of year, thanks James very much) which turned their green and silver robes and ties to a beautiful red and gold.Â
The best part is some students still hadnât noticed yet, and another amazing part was that those who had noticed couldnât figure out how to turn it back.
âMr. Black, Mr. Potter, Mr. Pettigrew, and Mr. Lupin. I suppose the four of you have no idea who may be behind this prank?â Professor McGonagall challenged as she looked down her nose at them sitting at the Gryffindor table.
Sirius smirked as he responded âWhy, not a clue Minnie. But Iâll keep my eye out and let you know if I see any mischief makers.â
McGonagall let out a long suffering sigh as she took five points from Gryffindor for improper address of a professor.Â
âYou rotten dugbogs.â Remus heard you screech before he saw you. He had the good sense to cringe as you stormed up to their table whilst Sirius and James grinned enthusiastically.Â
âWhy hello Y/N, my beautiful angel.â James greeted as Sirius let out a sultry âDonât you just look smashing in red.â Accompanied by a wink.
âI donât know what you sods have done, and quite frankly, I donât care about the rest of them; but you will fix this.â You spat angrily gesturing to your faux Gryffindor uniform.
âBut that would be such a crime, dollface.â Sirius lamented.
âYou canât expect us to mess with perfection.â James added.
You shot your hand out and grabbed Jamesâ collar, pulling his face to yours until your noses were nearly touching.Â
âI swear to Salazar himself, Potter, if you do not change my robes back, I will cut your dick off and charm it to your forehead so you walk around looking like a limp-dick unicorn. Change. It. Back.â
Your voice was low and threatening, and Peter actually gulped as he hid behind Remus. But looking at Jamesâ face pressed up to yours, you would have thought you had just serenaded him with the greatest love song known to man.
âYou have such beautiful eyes.â He murmured in awe. Remus was certain he could see steam forming behind said beautiful eyes, but before it could shoot out of your ears, Sirius came to your rescue.
âVery right, Prongs. She does have beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, I believe her usual green does compliment them better than the red.â Sirius said lasciviously as he cast the counter charm to return your robes to their rightful colour.
You looked down at your form before looking back at the boys skeptically. You seemed only then to realize you were still holding onto Jamesâ collar like a vice and dropped it. Remus almost chuckled at the look of loss that crossed Jamesâ face.
âRight.â You said and cleared your throat, backing away from them as if you weren't fully trusting what just happened. âThank you.â
Siriusâ head actually reared back in surprise at your thanks and James beamed.
âAnytime angel, truly.âÂ
Jamesâ pet name seemed to snap you out of whatever trance youâd been in as you narrowed your eyes at him. âDonât call me that.â
âTerribly sorry, my love.â He relented.
You groaned in exasperation and carried on towards the Slytherin table.
âIsnât she lovely?â James whispered in awe, eyes still glued to your form as you bodily shoved Evan Rosier out of what Remus could only assume you had dubbed as your seat at the Slytherin table and sat down.Â
âTry bloody terrifying.â Peter shivered in horror as he finally extricated himself from behind Remus.Â
âOi! Donât talk about our future missus that way, Wormy.â Sirius squawked and swatted at the poor sod with his copy of the Daily Prophet.
âIs he wrong, though?â Remus asked as he let out his own breath of relief.
âDon ât worry moons,â James murmured into Remusâ cheek as he pressed his nose into the werewolfâs hair line. âSheâll win you over soon.â
Remus wasnât so sure.
You were the only Slytherin photographed in proper uniform that day.Â
A few weeks later found Remus sitting horrifyingly uncomfortable in Defense Against the Dark Arts as they moved on to the unit featuring Werewolves.
James sat on his right, and though the shaking of his knee under the table gave away his nerves, he spent the entire class rubbing soothing circles along the back of Remusâ hand with his thumb.
Sirius, sitting on Remusâ left, was incredibly stiff and clearly poised to fight if given the chance which did nothing to ease Remusâ discomfort. It also didnât help that they shared this period with the 6th and 7th year Slytherinâs.
He just wanted this day to be over.
âWhy are we even talking about this?â Mulciber sneered, interrupting the professor as they discussed elements of the Wolfsbane potion.Â
âWhat is your question, Mr. Mulciber?â The professor drawled out in a bored tone.
âWhy bother discussing werewolves? The lot of them should be culled anyway; euthanize them on site for all I care.â He spat, earning snickers from Avery, Goyle, and Snape.Â
Sirius sucked in a breath in preparation of a verbal (and possibly physical, should he be so lucky) spar when Remus dug his nails into Siriusâ thigh. âPlease, Pads.â He begged quietly; voice taught with emotions.
Sirius let out a pained sigh and leaned back further into his chair.
âFunny, Mulciber.â A bored tone commented, âI was just thinking the same about you and your lot.â
Remus, James, and Sirius all turned to see the majority of the eyes in the room already on you, though you never bothered lifting your head from your textbook.
âCare to repeat that, L/N?â Mulciber sneered, sitting up in his chair as if ready to lunge at you if necessary.
You lifted your bored gaze from your book and stared at him head on. âDo I need to repeat myself, Mulciber? Mummy and daddy kept it too close in the family tree, huh?â You murmured in faux sympathy. âI was just thinking, most of the Sacred Twenty-Eight ought to be culled. That would save the wizarding world a whole lot of trouble.â
âHow dare you compare me to some filthy half-breed. My family is royalty compared to those disgusting creatures.â Avery shouted.
âThe only one acting like a disgusting creature here is the likes of you tossers.â You shouted back.
âAlright.â The professor tried (not very hard, albeit) to quell the quickly spiralling discussion.
âI could hardly look at myself in a mirror if Iâd been tainted with a curse like lycanthropy.â Snape sneered, pointedly facing the Marauders across the room. Sirius burned with shame and protectiveness, being the reason Snape knew Remusâ secret and the overwhelming need to defend his lover. Remus took that moment to dig his nails into Sirius' thigh again, pinning him to his seat.
âAre you sure, Snape? Are you sure you wouldnât rather live a life with lycanthropy than have to look at that mug of yours in the mirror every day.â You drawled.
âYou insolent little bitch.â
âHey!â James finally shouted from across the room, far more stern than Remus can ever remember seeing the boy. But you carried on, completely undeterred.Â
âIâd bet ten thousand galleons that not one werewolf ever asked to be a werewolf, yet you wake up each and every morning actively choosing to be the ugliest, most hateful, vile, disgusting beasts known to mankind. That is what is despicable. That is what should be euthanized on site.â Your voice grew louder and louder with each word until you were standing behind your desk and punctuating each word with a slam of your fist against the table in front of you.Â
âAlright, thatâs enough.â The professor finally called; tone booming across the lecture hall intoning no nonsense.Â
âMr. Mulciber, Mr. Snape, and Miss. L/N. Detention with me this evening.â
The Slytherin boys all scoffed and cursed under their breath whilst you offered a bored shrug of your shoulders, returning to your textbook as though this was just a run of the mill day for you.
The boys had been absolutely right; you just won over the affections of one Remus John Lupin. Â
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OLD PAIN, NEW HAPPINESSâRemus Lupin â Son! Male Reader.
Summary: Voldemort was back, and Remus was terrified. Not for him, but for his son, who insisted on associating with The Order of the Phoenix. Still, they had time to remind each other how much they loved.
Warnings: Fluff, a lot of fluff because this man deserves happiness. Some Angst (Remus' past, the wars, u know), Second Wizarding War, Reader's mother is not present because who needs a mother when your father is Remus Lupin, Reader and Remus are very affectionate, Remus being the dad I wish I had, idk I just love him so much. Enjoy!
Btw, english is not my first language so there may be some errors in my writing. I'm still learning!
Remus never really believed he would be a father. He was terrified of being one, actually. The possibility that his child could inherit his condition had distanced him from the idea. But, to his surprise, just a few years after finishing his studies at Hogwarts Remus already found himself with a son. It wasn't planned at all. Remus was terrified when he found out. [Y/N] had arrived at the worst time he could have arrived. Remus was struggling to support himself financially and the first wizarding war was beginning. It wasn't a good idea to add a baby to all that, a baby that Remus feared would inherit his condition. Remus didn't want it, he was terrified. He didn't even love the woman he had slept with. The moment he found out that [Y/N]'s mother was pregnant, everything seemed like a nightmare. But everything changed when he finally held his baby son in his arms for the first time. He was so small, so innocent, that Remus couldn't help but feel the immense need to protect him. To take care of that little being that was, in some way, a part of him. That was how Remus, with thousands of obstacles and full of fear, raised his son. On his own. Since when [Y/N] was born, his mother gradually distanced herself from his life. By the time [Y/N] could speak Remus no longer knew anything about her. And Remus didn't do anything to stop her either. The woman was not interested in her son, she did not give [Y/N] anything good, so she was better off away from their lives.
Years had passed and his son had become a teenager. To his relief, [Y/N] had not inherited lycanthropy from him. Remus lived every day in fear that perhaps one day his son would wake up and that horrible condition that had tormented him for so many years would now torment [Y/N] too. But that never happened. And his son was just a normal teenager, without any trace of lycanthropy in him. And Remus was completely pleased.
[Y/N] was, among other things, somewhat stubborn. And he had inherited that from him. So Remus had no one to blame but himself. When the dark times returned and the feared name began to resonate among the people again, [Y/N] was the only one of the minors who wanted to join the order with him. Remus flatly refused. He wasn't going to let his son get involved with such dangerous things. But Dumbledore, who seemed to find pleasure in going against Remus' wishes, had decided that [Y/N] should be in the order, along with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Remus was upset with that decision, but Dumbledore and [Y/N] himself were against him, and there wasn't much he could do. [Y/N] wanted to be in the order. [Y/N] wanted to help his father, and the cause. Although in Remus' opinion a boy like him shouldn't be worrying about such things (even though Remus knew perfectly well that he acted exactly like [Y/N] when he was his age. But when it came to his son it was different. His son's safety was the most important thing to him). Remus had no choice but to accept it, but he put many conditions in between. Because he wouldn't stand by and watch Dumbledore do whatever he wanted with his son. He would protect him, one way or another. Because it was his boy they were talking about. And Remus was, although he didn't like to admit it, somewhat -very- protective of him.
That was how Remus managed to accompany his son on all his missions. They weren't complicated things, this time [Y/N] had to get something from Dumbledore's vault at Gringotts. Father and son walked through the snow-filled streets, their feet making a satisfying noise every time they took a step. It was winter, the houses were covered in snow and people wore scarves that covered most of their bodies. It was a particularly cold winter. Even for Remus, who was a cold-tolerant person. They were both walking in silence when Remus heard [Y/N] sniffle, for what would be the fourth time in twenty minutes. Remus glanced at his son, noticing that his nose was red, probably because of all the times he had sniffled. [Y/N] was unsheltered for how cold it was, he was not wearing a scarf or gloves. And Remus could tell that his son was cold. Every little blizzard made the teenager shiver.
âWhat have I told you?â Remus said, stopping walking and turning to his son âYou need to stay sheltered in cold weather like this.â His voice sounded somewhat stern, but he wasn't really angry. Although he remembered telling [Y/N] to make sure he dressed warmly before leaving the house. But he was just worried. His son was so focused on pleasing Dumbledore that he forgot to take care of himself. And that bothered Remus (although he didn't know if it bothered him more that his son was so absent-minded or that he so desperately sought Dumbledore's approval. Maybe he was a little jealous).
âDad, I'm fineâ [Y/N] said, sounding like the teenager he was. Trying to make light of the matter.
âI can see you shivering, [Y/N]â Remus said, pulling a handkerchief out of his coat pocket. âLet me see that nose.â
âI can do it on my ownâ [Y/N] said, taking the handkerchief and blowing his nose. Remus smiled, chuckling softly. [Y/N] looked like a stubborn little child, with the tip of his nose red. It reminded him of when [Y/N] was a little boy and used to catch colds in the winter. Remus could hardly help himself from stroking [Y/N]âs hair.
âThere you go, there's a good boy.â He said and [Y/N] stuck his tongue out at him, Remus giggled. âI told you it was cold outside, why didn't you bring a scarf?â Remus said as he brushed some snowflakes out of [Y/N]'s hair.
âI didn't think it was that cold,â [Y/N] said and Remus sighed, but then smiled, amused. He just couldn't stay mad at his son.
âYou are too stubborn to be my son.â
âShut upâ Remus let out a soft laugh, feeling the domestic atmosphere between them.
âLanguage, boy, you don't talk to your father like thatâ he said, smiling at him. âHere, I don't want you to catch a cold.â Remus took off his scarf, wrapping it around [Y/N]'s neck. [Y/N] let his father do it, because although he didn't want to admit it, he was freezing to death. The scarf was warm, and it smelled like his father. He buried his nose in it, enjoying the involuntary comfort it gave him.
âThanksâ [Y/N] said, a little more relaxed. Remus smiled kindly at him.
âYou're welcome, son... Now, let's go, or we'll miss the train.â [Y/N] nodded, following his father. Walking close to him. Trying to somehow get some of the heat of Remus' body.
Luckily for [Y/N], the train arrived before his feet froze. He entered the train hurriedly, ahead of Remus, who giggled at his son's haste. The train was a bit empty so he sat in the first seat he found. Settling into it. Inside the train it was much warmer than outside, so it was a nice feeling. He looked out the window, thoughtful. Many things had been happening in his life, things out of his control, like the approaching war. He knew his father's past in the order, and everything he had done during the first war, and he didn't want to sit idly by. He didn't want to be left behind. He wanted to help, even in the smallest way. Even doing Dumbledore's stupid errands. [Y/N] wanted to be there, present. Doing at least something. He knew he shouldn't be worrying about such things, as his father had told him several times, but [Y/N], as stupid as it sounded, felt somehow destined to do something. His family, his father, were closely involved with Voldemort and the war. His best friend was the chosen one, for God's sake. [Y/N] had a much better chance of helping than anyone else, and he would.
[Y/N] seemed deep in thought, because he didn't notice Remus' gaze on him. Not until he turned around and saw his father smiling at him. He couldn't help but smile too. âWhat?â
âNothing, I was just thinking what a handsome son I haveâ Remus said, a tinge of pride in his eyes. [Y/N] giggled, somewhat embarrassed. But he wouldn't shy away in front of his father.
âI got it from my dadâ He said, and it wasn't a lie. He had seen photos of his father as a young man. âThe casanova of Gryffindor tower, huh?â He teased, he remembered seeing writings from the marauders in his father's old notebooks calling him that. Remus' eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect that. Then his cheeks turned red and he giggled sheepishly.
âYou got me, sonâ Remus said, feeling a little shy. âThe Marauders and I used to give each other very curious nicknames.â
âOh come on dad, don't be so modestâ
Remus chuckled âFine, fine, let's say that in my youth some considered me attractiveâ [Y/N] rolled his eyes, smiling. Sharing a giggle with his father. He remained smiling for a few seconds, but then his smile faded from his face. He sighed, getting closer to Remus snuggling against him, hiding his face in his father's neck. Remus put an arm around him, holding him close. Letting his son settle on him.
âWhat is it, my son?â he asked softly, stroking [Y/N]'s arm. Remus knew his son was worried, overwhelmed with everything that had been happening.
âNothingâŚâ [Y/N] said against his father's shoulder, closing his eyes and sinking into the warmth of his father's arms. Perceiving in his father's clothes the aroma of books and hot chocolate that reminded him so much of him. Trying to forget everything and become a child again. Without fear, without war, without the order. Just him and his dad. Remus understood that, and stopped insisting, knowing that [Y/N] would speak when he felt ready to do so. Remus nuzzled [Y/N]'s arm, burying his nose in his hair, leaving a moment of comfortable silence between them. After a few minutes, [Y/N] spoke again. â...I heard you arguing with Dumbledoreâ he said, without moving his face from his shoulder. Remus knew what he was talking about. That last week he had had many arguments with Dumbledore, it was to be expected that one of them would reach [Y/N]'s ears. Still, Remus felt bad that [Y/N] heard it. The discussion was about him after all. âI know you don't want me here... In the orderâ [Y/N] said and Remus sighed.
âIt's not about you, son... You know I worry about you, about your safety... You shouldn't be involved in thisâ he said softly, his voice low. Talking to him gently, trying to make him understand. Remus really wanted his son out of all that. He was terrified that his son was involved in the war, fighting against those people, fighting against the man who had taken so many loved ones from him. âYou don't know what you're getting into, [Y/N].â
âYes I do.â
âNo you don'tâ Remus raised his voice a little, but quickly lowered it again. âListen, son, the war... It has brought a lot of pain in my life... I have lost so many friends, so many people I loved... And I don't want to lose you too.â Remus confessed, letting his son see a little of his vulnerability. The pain he has been carrying for so many years. And his fear of losing the only loved one he still had left; his son.
â...You're not going to lose meâ
âYou can't know that, [Y/N]â Remus said, somewhat sternly. He sighed âThis is not a game, [Y/N], this man is⌠unpredictable, a murderer who would not hesitate to kill you if he mustâ He said softly, stroking [Y/N]'s hair. âI know you're brave, and too stubborn for your own good, and that you want to help... But believe me, son, when I tell you that war is horrible⌠You don't want to be part of this, you don't want to go through all the things I've been through.â
[Y/N] was silent for a moment, thinking. And then he looked up. âI really want to do this, dad⌠I know you're worried about me, I understand... But I feel like this is the right thing to do.â
Remus sighed â[Y/N]â
âNo, listen⌠All my life I've known about the horrors of war... About all the people he killed and... About Uncle James... And if that happens again... if I can prevent that from happening... I think it's my duty to do it.â [Y/N] said, but Remus didn't look convinced âDad please⌠You did the same as me, you know why I'm doing this.â
âThat doesn't mean you should do it.â
âI know, but... I want to, dad, I want to be a part of this... I want to help.â [Y/N] looked at Remus with puppy dog eyes. âBesides, Dumbledore wants me here. And if he wants me here he must have reasons to do so.â
Remus snorted âOf course, because Dumbledore is amazing and has never made a stupid decision in his life.â Remus said sarcastically, not hiding the disgust in his voice. [Y/N] looked at him surprised and then giggled. Remus didn't often show his displeasure with people so openly, much less Dumbledore.
âYou don't like him, don't you?â he said, amused. Remus sighed, his lips curling into a smile.
âDumbledore is a great wizard, and he has done a lot for me and for the order, no one can deny that. But I have a few strong disagreements with the man. He's not as infallible as he thinks he isâ. [Y/N] chuckled, he liked that side of his father. He moved closer to Remus again, snuggling against him. Remus kissed his hairline. âYou're gonna be the end of me.â
âProbablyâ he smiled â...I love youâ
Remus smiled, unable to stop a feeling of warmth from flooding his chest. A mix of happiness and nostalgia. Remus couldn't help but notice how much his boy had grown. How he almost couldn't fit in his arms anymore and how he now seemed to love going against him.
âI love you too, son.â He said, squeezing [Y/N]'s shoulder and pressing him against his chest. Resting his cheek on his son's hair. Enjoying the tranquility of the moment as the snow fell outside the windows and the train continued its journey.
Remus had a rough past. He had been bitten when he was just a boy. He had gone through a war. He had lost many loved ones. He hadn't been the luckiest person and his life had been tainted with a lot of pain along the way. His life had taken a turn when he found out that he would be a father, and that now he had to take care of someone other than himself. A small, fragile life that he thought he was too rough to take care of. How wrong he was. That little baby wrapped in blankets like a burrito had meant more to him than Remus ever believed. And now that baby was grown, and he argued with him like it was his favorite thing. As if he loved making him nervously worried. Remus loves and loved many people, but his son was his everything. The day [Y/N] was born meant a new beginning, where he would leave the pain of the past behind and give way to new happiness. A kind of happiness he had never felt before, a kind of love he had never felt before. One that would not erase, but would heal the wounds of past pain. Turning them into scars that one day he would learn to appreciate. Remus had a rough past, he was no stranger to pain. But neither to love.
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UPDATE: 29.07.2024
NOTE: You can find other masterlists in my mother masterlist
I have updated the following masterlists:
Maurauders Era Masterlist - Series
Marauders Era Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles
Genshin Impact Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles
Criminal Minds Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles
OT7 Masterlist - One-Shots/Drabbles
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New Masterlist
Hereâs where youâll find everything Iâve written đ
Marvel
Natasha Romanoff
The winterwidows child
Bucky Barnes
The winterwidows child
Frank castle
Protect her
Part one part two part three part four
Criminal minds
JJ
Miss momma
Will LaMontagne Jr
Miss momma
Derek Morgan
Suspended
Hospital stays and side effects
Aaron Hotchner
All too much
Hiding from school
Sons of anarchy
Protection
Part one part two part three
Happy Lowmann
Harley Lowmann
Part one Part two
Bloody hands
Mayans M.C.
Angel Reyes
Daddyâs girl
Harry Potter
Remus Lupin
Scared me
Nightmares
Under the weather
Not good enough
Dad Remus headcannons
Christmas
Scared of the bad man
Sirius Black
Nightmares
As long as you need
Scared of the bad man
The Walking Dead
Negan
Scraped knees and kisses better
Peaky Blinders
Tommy Shelby
Molly Shelby
Part one Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six
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Double Surprise | R.L.
summary: The Marauders and Lily come over for Christmas Dinner but you and Remus have a little surprise for them all.
pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader
includes: mentions of sex, talks of pregnancy, drinking, sirius and reader acting like siblings, overall just fluff
a/n: this idea came to me randomly đ¤ˇââď¸ (and itâs not even Christmas time yet??)
Ever since you fell for Remus all those years ago, you knew he was the one you wanted to be with forever. He did as well. You went from talking, to dating, to engaged, and the latest: married. And every single time you fell harder and harder for him.
So it was no surprise that you wanted a child with him. A mini version of your love right beside you. After a long conversation with a worried Remus, you both decided it was time. You were able to soothe his thoughts about the full moon and a baby at the same time which you knew was his greatest worry. He didnât want to accidentally turn you nor the baby into what he was.
With many nights of trying â although both of you could argue that some of those nights were much more passionate than others â you were finally pregnant with his child. There was no other way to tell your friends about the news except over Christmas dinner, of course.
âHow do I look?â You bit the tip of your thumbnail in anticipation, looking at yourself through the mirror hung in the hallway. âPresentable enough?â
It wasnât like you were scared to tell them⌠Actually, you were beyond terrified to tell them, especially Lily. She was practically a sister to you at Hogwarts and you always told her everything that happened in your life. And having a baby was the most important news of all.
âGorgeous as always, dovey.â Remus murmured as he carefully wrapped his arms around you with his hand placed on your stomach, cradling the growing fetus.
You werenât showing at all. You were barely two months, but you knew he meant it as a comforting gesture. You tilted your head to look at him properly and smiled when he placed a gentle kiss to your lips.
You parted and bit your lip softly, smiling even harder as you looked between his eyes. âWhat was that for?â
âJust admiring the one I love.â He nudged his nose with yours and kissed you once more.
The moment was sweet enough to give you a cavity, but the rapid knocking from your front door caused the both of you to snap out of it. You lean your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes for a second, letting yourself stay in comfort for a little longer.
Finally â after more aggressive knowing from the door â you sigh and press a loving kiss to his lips. âGet the door, please? I need to check on dinner.â
âYou just donât want get cold.â Remus patted your hip as you sent him a cheeky smile.
âYou know me so well.â You blow him an air kiss as you sauntered into the warmth of the kitchen.
But even from the kitchen you could hear the shouts of the people at the door, which amused you beyond all doubt. Sirius â of course â was the loudest voice you could make out. His shouting loud enough for the neighbors to hear over the thickening snow.
âMoony, let us in! Itâs freezing!â Sirius shouted as he pounded on the door with his fist, teeth chattering.
The next voice you heard was James. And it was no surprise to you that he used his wifeâs name to get Remus to open the door faster.
âYou donât want Evans to freeze, do you?â
Finally, you heard Lilyâs voice through the thick door. âItâs Potter now, but we all know Iâm still your favorite, Rem!â
You snickered when you finally heard the door unlock and feet stumbling into the warmth of your house. The clunking of boots and your coat rack filled the air as you pulled the food out of the oven.
âOh, thank Godric.â Sirius immediately collapsed onto the arm chair, propping his feet up toward the fire place. âI couldnât feel any of my bloody fingers.â
Lily hastily placed her coat into Jamesâ hand before directing her attention to the Welsh man beside her. âRemus, I love you, but I love your wife so much more.â
At that, you perked up and rushed into the living room, colliding with Lily and crushing her in a tight hug. âItâs my favorite Potter!â
âHeyââ
âSays you, Mrs. Lupin.â Lily kissed both your cheek and held you in front of herself to get a better look at your figure.
Thankfully, you wore a comfy sweater that covered your barely showing bump. Lily rubbed your arms, smiling so bright it challenged the sunâs rays. You tuck strands of hair behind your ears, face radiating pure joy.
âHow did we both get so lucky?â You return her smile and lead her into the kitchen with questions trailing after. âHow are you?â
James looked at Sirius and Remus in disbelief, still surprised that the girls left them faster than the speed of light. Remus shrugged and still had a lovesick look on his face.
âYeah, Iâm not doing that.â James propped his coat and Lilyâs on the rack and snapped his fingers in front of Remus, sighing when he glared at him.
âAre you sure?â Sirius wiggled his eyebrows and nudged Remus with his elbow. âIt could be fun.â
âYou two are so weird.â Remus rolled his eyes and left them to set up the dining table, shaking his head when he heard the two of them bickering as they followed him.
âYouâre part of this friend group!â
As the smell of Christmas dinner filled the house â along with chatter from all of you â it was finally time to reveal your surprise to the group. They were merely talking amongst themselves as they ate dinner, oblivious to the glances you kept sparing to your husband.
You were still anxious about how the reveal would go down. Noticing this, Remus brought your hand up and kissed the back of it with a look a reassurance. Now you knew you had to tell them.
âMm, you know the Longbottoms? They have a child on the way.â Lily drank from her iced tea as she told you the latest gossip she heard since the last time she saw you.
âReally? It seems like everyone we know is.â Sirius swirled his wine around before downing it all in one go.
You grimaced at him, masking your face when he made eye contact with you.
He glanced around at the table and gave you and Lily confused looks, refilling his wine in the process. âHang on now, how come you,â He pointed a finger toward your figure. âAnd you,â He then pointed at Lily. âArenât drinking wine? Christmas is the best time to drink some.â
âSaving it for the in-laws.â You waved a hand around and did your best not to project nervousness. âBesides, Remus isnât drinking either.â
Sirius stuck his tongue out at you then quickly retreated when you sent him a dirty glare. He was about to protest when Remus interrupted. Remus knew that you two fought like siblings and it wasnât needed today.
âSpeaking of giftsâŚâ Remus squeezed your hand and grabbed your attention once more. âDovey got you guys early gifts.â
You nod slowly and clear your throat, letting excitement take over when you saw Lily light up. âWeâre going over to his parentsâ house for Christmas and I really want to see your reaction to this present. Itâs one that canât that long.â
As you stood up to find the presents for them, Remus guided them over to the living room right in front of the Christmas tree. The three of them sat across the carpet like children on Christmas morning. You handed them their gifts and took a seat next to Remus, his arm naturally moving across your shoulder.
Before Sirius could even tear into his gift, you stuck your hands out to stop him. He frowned and crossed his arms, almost like he was a child.
âSiriusâ I want you all to open them at the same time.â You swiftly spoke and fiddled with Remusâ fingers instead, effectively calming yourself down.
All together, the three of them opened their gifts and suddenly, gasps filled the air. Lily and Jamesâ mouths were gaping and you couldnât tell if it was good or bad sign.
âWhat do you guys think?â You bit the inside of your cheek and leaned your head in Remusâ shoulder, trying to defuse the nervousness creeping up your body.
Sirius huffed and spun the picture a thousand times without looking at the other gift inside. âI canât tell what it is⌠Whatâs written on it?â
âYouâre kidding.â James looked between you and Remus before down to your stomach, running his fingers through his hair.
âReally? Youâre being so serious right now?â Lily twisted the ends of her tissue paper in excitement, ready to jump all around the room.
âHey, waitââ Sirius tried to intervene, still clueless to what the photo was supposed to be portraying.
âCongratulations! The odds of this happening is pretty slim.â James stood and clapped Remusâ back, giving you both happy looks.
Your face twisted in confusion as you looked up at James, Lily trailing right behind. âWhat do you mean?â
âMe too.â Lily placed a delicate hand on her stomach, making you gasp in return.
âReally?â Your eyes shined brightly, grasping her hands in yours.
âYeah, just found out a couple of weeks ago.â She shrugged and watched James and Remus converse about the new fatherhood they would embark together.
âCongratulations, Lils!â You giddily exclaimed and pulled her into another soul crushing hug.
Lily laughed in enjoyment. Not only was she happy you were pregnant, but she was overjoyed by the fact you were pregnant as the same time as her. Although you were ahead by a little.
âWhat is happening?â Sirius whined, throw the paper onto the ground before looking inside the gift once more. Once he found the onesie that said he was going to be an uncle, everything clicked into place. âOhhâŚâ
âYou poor thing.â Remus rolled his eyes before meeting your happy eyes.
You radiated pure joy because of today and he swore that this memory would be etched into his mind forever. No matter what happened, he knew you always had someone to talk to about anything. He pulled your waist and kissed the top of your head, knowing damn well your face was red.
âIâm so happy for you, dovey.â He murmured softly and rubbed your stomach. âI love you more everyday.â
You look up and smile back, âI love you too, Rem.â
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ME TOO. PLEASE SEND ME HARRY POTTER/FANTASTIC BEAST REQUESTS.
I've been recently sadly falling back into my Harry Potter/Wizarding World phase, so if you have any Harry Potter/wizarding world requests, please send them in!! the tags will show what ill write for but you can always ask if you don't see something you're interested in!
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