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futurebicon · 5 years ago

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I love your writing! If you're interested in le prompt, maybe something about how Sirius reacts after Re's first bad hit on the ice now that the lovebirds are playing together? Just a (quite angsty) thought lol 😅

(I was writing this when I got the ask)

Inspired by my best friends boyfriend who has collapsed his lung 4 times in the past 3 months because he wont listen to the god damn doctors.

Warning: Injury, panic attack

Now he knew how Remus felt.

Powerless.

Logan held him back from jumping onto the ice as medics surrounded his husband.

“Logan” Sirius muttered. “Logan”

“Let them help him, he’ll be okay.”

“James, please” he pleaded as his best friend skated over.

“I don’t know. I can’t see anything.”

“How- how bad do you think-” Sirius couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I don’t know.”

Sirius knew if it wasn’t bad James would tell him. “Oh god” he sat on the bench and looked down, away from all the cameras.

“Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.” Sirius whispered against his necklace as if Remus was connected to the cold metal. “Please be okay, mon amour.”

“Sirius” Coach crouched next to him.

“Do they know what it is?” Sirius snapped his head over to look at him.

“Not yet.” Coach shook his head. “But you’ll be the first to know as soon as they do.”

“Arthur I need- oh god no.” He put his head back down, lacing his fingers together behind his neck.

“He’ll be okay.” Coach rubbed his back as he stood up.

Sirius wasn’t thinking about anything. He could hear the mutters of the crowd, the whispered of the team, the talk between coaches and refs and medics, the sound of wheels on ice.

He heard it all, felt all the hands touching him in failed comfort. But none of it was real.

He couldn’t stop himself from glancing up as Remus was rolled past on the stretcher. His eyes closed, body limp, he was just a blur with the speed of the stretcher.

There were only 5 minutes left in the third quarter. Part of him screamed to be on the ice, connect his fist just one more time to Wallace’s face, finish the game, win it fairly for Remus.

But the other part roared with protest to the thoughts. It replayed Wallace slamming into Remus’s chest like a scratched CD. He couldn’t stop seeing his head hitting the solid ice. The endless images making him want to run out of the stadium and find his husband, curl up around Remus and never let anything happen to him.

Sirius knew he would never be able to play when his mind the way it was.

“You’re benched.” Coach told him, reading his thoughts.

Sirius just nodded, staring ahead with steel eyes as everyone got back on the ice.

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Time swam around him.

The last 5 minutes lasted a blink and a year.

It took him 10 minutes on each piece of clothing but when he looked down he was dressed.

His mind was confusing him. He needed it to stop. Remus knew how to stop it.

Remus.

Sirius perked up, turning his head to look for his love but the hit smirked at him.

“F-fuck” He collapsed into his stall. Because Remus couldn’t stop it. Remus was the reason for it. Remus might never be able to stop it again.

“Don’t” James sat in front of him. “He’s okay. You have to breathe.”

Sirius couldn’t understand him.

“Take a breath. Breathe, Sirius.”

Sirius didn’t realized he’d been holding his breath. He let it out and gasped for air.

“Slow down. Take deep breathes. Sirius stop, you’re going to hyperventilate.”

James was doing it wrong. It wasn’t his fault. No one knew how Remus calmed him down. Sure, they’d seen it a million times but could never calm Sirius down without Remus’s help.

“Sirius you have to breathe slower. Slow Sirius.” Dumo tried.

It was all wrong. Sirius knew they were just trying to help but it was making it worse and he could barley form the words.

“Sirius, it’s okay. He’s okay.” Dumo tried again.

It all felt wrong. So, so incredibly wrong.

He wanted Remus. He needed Remus. But Remus wasn’t there.

“It’s okay. He’s okay. He’ll be okay.” Everyone tired to comfort.

Remus was probably fine.

But Sirius needed him and he wasn’t there. And if he’s not there when Sirius needed him that means something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Sirius’s hand flew to gold and silver, he grasped it tightly and sobbed.

He fell into James as he cried. The back of his mind told him that he was overreacting, that Remus was okay. But he wasn’t listening to it. All he knew was that someone slammed into his husbands chest causing him to fall and hit his head against the ice.

All he knew was that his husband didn’t get up off the ice.

All he knew was that medics surrounded his husband and took him off the ice on a stretcher.

All he knew is that his husband was hurt and he wasn’t here.

Sirius didn’t know how long he had been crying for until there was a voice in his ear.

“He’s okay.” Moody told him. “He has a collapsed lung and minor concussion, but it’s not extreme. He’s okay.”

“W-when can I see him?” Sirius turned to look at him.

“Now if you’re ready”

Sirius nodded and stood up quickly, grabbing his keys that laid on top of his bag.

“Non.” James took them out of his hand. “I’ll drive you.”

“James, I can drive.”

“I can see your mind spiraling. You’re not driving.”

“I’m fine just let me dr-”

“None of us are going to let you drive so you can either, have someone drive you and go see Remus now, or, you can fight us and see Remus later.” Dumo ended the fight.

Sirius didn’t respond, just walked out of the locker room with James following behind.

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“Oh nom Dieu.” Sirius pulled out of the kiss and rested his forehead against Remus’s, mindful of the oxygen tube around his head. “How are you feeling, my love?”

“I’m okay. Worried about you.” Remus stroked his cheek.

Sirius let out a sad chuckle. “Only you would worry about me when you collapse your lung.”

“I always worry about you baby. And you always worry about me.” Remus kissed him softly. “Don’t like the thought of you being scared.”

“Scared doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Sirius shook his head. “I wasn’t- I didn’t know how bad it was or what was happening and just, fuck- I love you. I love you. I love you.” Sirius kissed him.

“I love you too.” Remus hugged him.

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vynefiendfyre · 4 years ago

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ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕃𝔸ℂ𝕂 𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕐 𝕎𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 ℝ𝔼𝔸ℂ𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℙ𝔸𝕊𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔼𝕏ℍ𝔸𝕌𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ

Ray • he probably wouldnt notice • I'm sorry • slap him • he'd be too busy with his duties to notice you wobbling around • he would notice your shaking but just think it was his imagination since hes pretty exhausted too • that is until you set his tea down and then disappear in front of his desk • he calls out your name a couple times before standing up from behind the Mountain of paperwork • "Y/N? Y/N?" He calls before going around his desk and finding you in a heap of skin and muscle • "oh shi-" he covers his mouth and rushes over to you • "wake up, come on..." he mumbles, trying to get to to wake up • when you dont, he drags you to his room and sets you on his bed • he assigns a lower ranked member to watch over you and make sure you dont get out of bed • will force you back even if he has to physically restrain you • he'd try to cook something for you because he's a worried boyfie • almost burns the building down • sets the oven on fire • he also makes luka panic • got banned from the kitchen by luka • got banned from touching hot things from sirius • he cant really take a day off so he just checks in on you periodically when he has a couple minutes • luka has to make him tea now • honestly wouldnt make you do crap for the next couple days • just worries about you a lot "No more kitchen." Sirius and Luka collectively agree on that. "Fine... No more kitchen." Ray pouts softly as he goes up the stairs. He knocks on the door to his room to make sure he doesnt startle you and closes the door behind him. He sits on the edge of your bed and sighs. "I tried to make some food for you but I messed it up and now I'm banned from the kitchen." You sit up and chuckle, shaking your head slightly. "You know you can't cook, silly." He blushes and scratches the back of his head. "I just worry that you arent eating enough sometimes and I wanted to do something nice for you." "You being here for me, although I could get up since it's already been two days, is enough for me. Thank you though." You open your arms for him and he slides in, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. Sirius • wouldnt notice either • too busy • slap him pt.2 • doesnt even notice you're shaking • just thinks its normal and goes on with his day • it isnt until he goes to take care of his horse and he finds you face down in the dirt mixed with horse poo • it stinks • he low key screams loud enough the whole building can hear it • luka, seth, and fenrir come running out • he picks you up like you're a moldy cloth and takes you inside • the rest are low key laughing at his face but are worried about you • he doesn't let your feet touch the ground the whole time • puts you in your bed after putting down a towel • you wake up and freak out then realise you're in your room • "wash yourself off" • "but I cant" • "why cant you" • "sirius I cant move my arms" • *throws washcloth* • "suffer alone." • but the moment you fall asleep hes cleaning you off • you stink and he cant handle it • would worry • are they okay • are they eating • forces you to eat if you havent • would keep you in bed for like 2 weeks • worried about you constantly • kinda snaps because hes so worried • yells a lot but doesnt know it • assigns someone like luka or seth to take care of you • trust issues to the max • he most likely assigns luka because they can cook together and sirius can bring up your meal while luka cooks and after they're done sirius can put the stuff away and luka can look after you • would tie you to the bed if you dont want to stay in it • did I mention hes worried "You still smell like horse poo." Sirius sighs as he sits on the side of your bed with your portion of dinner on a plate. "It's because you wont let me get up and take a shower without someone watching me." You grumble, taking the plate and utensils. "I just don't want to find you face down in the horse stable again." "Then let me take a shower." "Fine... But I'm going to be

standing guard in case something happens." You blush a bit at the thought and rub his hand. "Stop being such a worry wart." You smile at him before beginning to eat. "I'm not worried." He adverts his gaze and looks down at his hands. "I-I'm gunna let you eat in peace." He stands and leaves. "He's so worried." You mumble with a fond smile. Luka • he's the most • um • blunt I guess • so he would notice the dark circles under your eyes or how you wobble around while baking and just blatantly ask you • "are you okay?" • if you answer yes, he knows something's off and hes going to get answer from you one way or another • unfortunately hes too late and he finds you passed out in the kitchen after going to grab something from the pantry • he'd panic at first and think you're dead • he'd rush over to you and try to shake you awake but you wont budge • low key starts to cry • big sigh of relief when you finally wake up • he'd hold you close and not let you go • he's strong so good luck getting out of his hug for a while • the food goes cold and you're like "Luka the food's gunna get cold." • he's like "I don't care I thought I lost you." and then blush because he didn't realise he said what he said and you started to laugh • "I wasnt gone forever." • "I know..." • cue more blushing • he'd make some food and tea for you to munch on after • he'd be really clingy and Stone would definitely notice and squeak at him in a teasing way • would pin you down to the bed if you tried to leave the next day • insists that you need rest and wont let you go until hes satisfied • sneaks back hugs and kisses to make sure you're feeling well • presses his lips against your forehead to check your temperature • hes amazing Arms wrap around your waist as you mix the batter for Ray's muffins. "Hey, Luka." You say, concentrating on mixing. "You feeling okay?" He presses his lips against your temple, pulling back before resting his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Yeah, what's up?" "Just makin' sure you're okay." His voice comes out muffled as he presses some kisses against your shoulder. "Luka, I have to finish these." You try to shake him off but he just holds you tighter and whines. "Nooooo." He groans before you slither out of his arms, his blushing face left for the world to see. "I need to get these in the oven and make the tea. I promise I'll hug you when I'm done. You can make the tea if you want." "Fine." He mutters and gets the stuff for the tea. Fenrir • this man • slap him pt. 3 • not really • but pls slap him • he wouldnt notice and he'd just be like "huh what's up?" if you seemed really tired • he'd probably have to listen to the queues of Ray or Seth to even get a thought that you're exhausted • honestly I wouldnt blame him though, he has a lot of stuff on his plate as the Ace • hes probably just as overworked as you are but hes too charismatic to show it • he thought that you'd get through it because you're tough but freaks out when you pass out on the way to Ray with his tea • he decided it would be best to walk you from the kitchen to Ray's office after Ray pretty much ordered him to • he would've done it anyway • boyfriend material smh • when you came crashing to the ground the last thing he was worried about was the tea • he panicked inside and cursed himself for not letting you rest enough • he'd resituate you so that your back is leaning on the wall as he cleans up the mess of the tea • I love him • he'd bring the tea to Ray before rushing back to you • you had woken up and were lowkey scared about how you ended up in that situation • he'd hug you really tight to hide the tears forming • hides in the crook of your neck • drags you into bed and makes you lay down with him • he'd take the next day off and coax you back into bed and cuddle with you • good luck getting away from him • he has an iron clad grip on your hips so you arent moving anywhere • would probably put you on his chest and wrap his arms

around you because that's how he feels most comfortable • would take the next day off too just to make sure you're okay before going back to his duties • would keep a close eye on you from then on "Babe, I'm fine." You say as you climb the stairs to Ray's room for the first time since you passed out. "I just want to make sure you don't pass out again." Fenrir says in his usual go-lucky voice. "But babe, I got a full nights rest last night." "I don't care, I'm still worrying about you." He rubs the back of his head. "You know, my duties as your boyfriend and the ace is to keep you safe from harm. And I failed to make sure you were doing okay, so I won't slip up again." He looks at his feet as you both turn to Ray's office. "Look at me, Fenrir." He locks eyes with you and you lean up to give him a peck on the lips. "I'll be fine." You nudge open the door with your foot before stepping in. Seth • girl good luck being exhausted around him • he'd notice immediately • would not let you go • files for a couple days off to releive stress • makes you go out no matter how much you object to it • takes you to a bakery since he knows you love to bake • let's you buy what you want and then buys for himself • drags you to a dress store to get a new outfit for you • he notices how you begin to get sluggish and let's you sit down while he brings dresses to you • panics when he sees you slumped over when he comes back with a cute white dress • thinks the red army did something and drops the dress to rush over to you • shakes you a bit until he realises you passed out • "you silly girl/boy... you should've told me if you were this tired..." he mutters to himself • puts the dress back and hoists you on his back • he walks through most of the central quarter with you on his back before you wake up • you're really confused as to what's happening and why theres so many people • and you're tall?? when did you grow? • then you see the blue hair of seth and realise you passed out • "sorry if I scared you..." you mumble in his ear so he can hear you • he just looks back and smiles and it says it's fine • he gets you back to the black army base with a little retaliation from you to set him down • he just keeps a strong grip on your thighs and keeps you held up no matter how much you squirm • he sets you down on his bed and settles in before you can leave, practically tying you to the bed and not letting you leave • insists you need your beauty sleep even though you dont think so • will make you sleep one way or another • takes at least 3 days off to make sure you get rest • would give you back hugs and kiss your neck or shoulders more often just to check up on you • super teasing about it • slap him pt. 4 • golden retriever bf • 10/10 would reccomend "Aliiiiiceee..." Seth whines in a high pitched voice. "What is it?" You ask over your shoulder from folding laundry. He wraps his arms around you and rests his head on top of yours. "How are you feeling today? Have you eaten?" You think for a moment before you realise you haven't slept in a while and you haven't eaten today. "Uh... no..." "Your bags say you haven't slept in a while either." He drags you to his bed and throws himself on top of you, making sure not to crush you. "Seth... I was in the middle of doing something..." "I don't care. Now sleep." He puts his hand over your eyes and flips over so you're on top of him, resting on his chest. His heartbeat is soothing and strong, indicating that this isn't a dream or hallucination, this is reality and you have such a wonderful lover. His hands are still wrapped around you and prevent you from moving, so you decide to just lay there. You drift off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat and slowed breathes.

A/N This is a request from @Chaosangel767

hope you like it!!

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breanime · 6 years ago

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dance lessons with Logan or Billy

“I don’t want to do this,” Billy grumbled, glaring straight ahead.

“We have to,” you said back, trying to sound positive, “It’ll be fun.”

“This is ridiculous—I have work to do.”

“We’re the Best Man and Maid of Honor,” you reminded him, “we have to dance.”

Billy grunted, crossing his arms. You sighed. You’d hoped, when Frank and Karen asked the two of you to be in their wedding, that this would move you and Billy from friends-with-benefits to… something else. You were sure Billy liked you for more than just the convenience of sex—and you definitely liked him. But your encounters were either friendly and platonic or sexual and heated, never both at once.

The instructor came over then, introducing himself and leading you into the dance studio. You’d both come dressed for a workout—per request—and you were glad to see that you were the only ones in the class. It occurred to you, as the instructor led you in some stretches, that Billy probably had a hand in that.

“Wonderful form, Mr. Russo,” the instructor said as Billy spun you around, “But remember, your legs are much longer than hers…” He was next to you now, and he put his hand over Billy’s on your shoulder. “May I?”

Billy looked like he wanted to say something, his dark eyes narrowing as he looked over at the other man, but instead he simply stepped back.

“See how I move her?” The instructor asked, twirling you. “You want to adapt to your partner, make her an extension of yourself…” His hand slid up your back as he dipped you, his other hand on your waist. He grinned as he pulled you back up. “And with a partner like this… How could you not?”

You blinked, unsure how to respond, when Billy stomped over to you. He took you from the instructor, his hand on your wrist, and pulled you to him again. “I got it,” he said gruffly. He glared at the instructor before turning to you again. The instructor took a step back—getting the hint—and let Billy take over.

“You know,” you smiled, one hand on Billy’s shoulder as he led you around the room, “that’s gonna happen at the wedding.”

“What? Him interrupting us?”

“No, other people interrupting us,” you corrected him, “Everyone’s gonna want to dance with the Best Man.”

“Too bad,” he said back, “cause I’m only gonna dance with you.” He dipped his head so that his mouth was near your ear. “And if another man tries to take you from me like this asshole just did…”

“Billy…” You said in a warning tone, trying to stop yourself from smiling at the possessiveness in his voice.

“I mean it,” he pulled back, his dark eyes glimmering, “You’re mine.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but you were silenced by his mouth on yours. Billy kissed you softly, much softer than he’d ever kissed you before, still twirling you around the studio with his hand on your waist.

He only stopped moving once he pulled back, watching your face closely for any signs of discomfort or unease. He didn’t find any. For the first time since you’d gotten there, Billy smiled.

After that day, he didn’t seem to mind your dance lessons that much. You’d made it a habit to go out after each lesson—and Billy even called those outings “dates”, confirming your new relationship—and you were both improving in your dancing.

The day of the wedding, Billy had been true to his word—the only people he didn’t mind you dancing with besides himself were Frank and Curtis, anyone else would get shot down if they tried to interrupt while Billy was dancing with you, and glared at if they took you to the dance floor when his back was turned. You would just laugh, and go to him with a kiss once you were done dancing.

You had such a possessive boyfriend, but man could he dance.

You ended up dancing way more than you’d thought you would, twirling around in Billy’s arms, breathless with laughter, only stopping to kiss him back when he pressed his lips to yours.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as the last song of the night played, a love song with a slow beat. “This was nice,” you said, eyes closed as Billy held you close.

“Yeah,” he admitted, “I guess the lessons paid off, didn’t they?”

You giggled, and Billy leaned down and kissed the top of your head in a surprisingly public, intimate gesture.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “they definitely did.”

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Remus x Sirius - I’m Not Going Anywhere

When you get the time, I’d love a (PG) Remus x Sirius, just slice of life type stuff. Thank you so much! @bronzetomatoes

Slice of life...but also a lil angst :D

Sirius watched as Remus took in a deep breath, eyelids pressing harder together to block out the afternoon light that was streaming in from the window. This full moon had been harder as Remus had forgotten to take his wolfsbane potion one day. He was understandably exhausted. Sirius was too, he’d followed his best friend around all night but Remus hadn’t been himself and Sirius had paid the price. He had an impressive set of scratches on his arm that would kill Remus to see.

“Hey, Moony, I got you something,” Sirius muttered, throat dry. He’d been up for some time but hadn’t got out of the bed they had been sharing once the sun had set Remus free. He waved the chocolate in front of Remus’ face and smiled when the boy’s face lit up, his gorgeous eyes now open and peering at Sirius.

“Chocolate is always worth waking up for,” Remus said, pushing himself up until he was sitting against his headboard, limbs aching and stiff as he snatched the coveted snack from Sirius hands. “Thanks,” He said earnestly, knocking his knuckles gently against Sirius’ chin, making him beam with pride.

Remus’ hand fell softly against Sirius’ arm and the boy couldn’t help but wince, hoping that Remus was too distracted but unfortunately as he stared back with narrowed eyes, chocolate forgotten, Sirius knew they were about to get into a very uncomfortable conversation.

“Do you want me to wait for you to tell me what I did last night or are you going to make me ask?” Remus growled and Sirius ducked his head into his hands, fingers tugging at the hair. “Sirius!” Remus demanded, hand going to his boyfriend’s as he intertwined their fingers. This was new territory for them but it wasn’t frightening. Remus worried more about hurting Sirius and it seemed he’d done just that.

“I wasn’t watching last night, just ended up running past a branch and I got scratched,” Sirius said nonchalantly but his eyes couldn’t meet Remus’. He couldn’t look him in the face and lie, it felt wrong. He never wanted to lie but he didn’t want this on Remus’ conscience. He felt fine. He was fine. He didn’t want to worry Remus.

“Show me,”

“You don’t need to see a scratch,”

Remus wasn’t wanting to go back and forth, dead set on finding out what had happened to Sirius’ arm. He knew it was his fault, felt it settling in his gut and making him sick with guilt. Remus grabbed the back of Sirius’ neck and pulled him into a kiss, searing but gentle. It made him feel dangerous if he was anything other than gentle.

He could feel Sirius relax and he took the chance to yank the short sleeve of his band t-shirt up. Sirius pulled away nearly immediately, a scalding look on his face. “No kissing just to distract me!” He pouted even if his eyes were still glazed and warm.

Remus didn’t have the air in his lungs to reply back. It had been knocked from him completely at the sight of two jagged gashes in Sirius’ upper arm. With shaking hands he traced the edge of one, pulling back like he’d been burned when Sirius winced.

“Watch it!” He hissed, peaking at the wound for only the second time since he’d been injured.

“You haven’t even bandaged it! Please tell me you’ve at least washed it to make sure it doesn’t get infected,” Remus pleaded, already knowing the answer.

Sirius could only look away.

“I didn’t want to leave you! You were resting and I thought if I get out of bed I might wake you...” He defended but Remus just looked at him like he was nuts.

“You- You absolute git!” Remus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Bathroom. Now.”

“Ooh, want to save water and take a shower together?” Sirius teased, kissing Remus’ cheek but frowning when he realized his stern look hadn’t budged.

“Not in the mood,” Remus muttered, taking out a cloth and some bandages.

Remus stayed quiet as he tended to Sirius, glad it was just the two of them. The rest of the Gryffindors were off to classes, it was probably just after lunch. The silence stretched on uncomfortably for Sirius. He could see the gears turning in Remus’ head and knew whatever he was stewing on wasn’t going to be good.

“I don’t think you should come with me when I change. James or Peter included. I can’t hurt you again, I won’t,”

“But-”

“No buts. I can’t hurt you Sirius,” Remus said, eyes burning as he ran his fingers through the other’s dark locks. “It’s either that or I don’t hang around you three anymore...”

“What!?” Sirius said in alarm, sitting up, arm gripping Remus’. His eyes were wide and panicked. “Don’t say shit like that!”

“I mean it!” Remus defended. “I won’t be the one responsible for hurting people I love.

“I’d rather you tear me to shreds then leave me behind Moony,” Sirius said with an intensity that broke the other boy’s heart. “It’s nice having James and Peter, they’re my family but you are different then them, you own more of my heart and you know it. I’m not going to let you push me away,”

Remus sighed, forehead resting in the crook of Sirius’ neck. “I’m sorry... I’m not pushing you away. I wont do that to you, but do you at least understand why I can’t let this happen again?”

“It wont Rem, I’m fine. It was just because you missed your wolfsbane potion. That won’t happen again, we will be fine. Besides, we are better together, please tell me you believe that too,” Sirius begged, suddenly nervous.

“Of course I do, I’m sorry. Together is better,” He repeated, rubbing Sirius’ back absentmindedly as Sirius played with the hem of his boyfriend’s sweater.

“I’m not going anywhere, as long as you promise the same,” Sirius muttered, hands going to Remus’ shoulders as he pulled away enough to look the boy in the eyes.

“I promise,” Remus muttered, brushing his nose against Sirius’. He grinned wolfishly and tugged Remus by his sweater connecting their lips again. “And Sirius?”

“Yes Moony, center of my universe?” Sirius teased.

“I’m not even going to go into why that isn’t correct, but I think I’m ready for that shower you were talking about.” Sirius’ eyes popped out of his head. He had died and gone to heaven.

“But!” He exclaimed, “No funny business, I feel gross and tired and I don’t want to feel more gross and tired just because you’re a horny bastard,”

“Fine,” Sirius grumbled but smiled all the same. “You’re stuck with this horny bastard though, I mean it you know, I’m not going anywhere,”

Remus relaxed and kissed his cheek knowing the affection would help him calm down as he had helped Remus calm down. “I won’t stop hanging out with you and the others, I’m sorry I even said it,”

“I know,” Sirius reassured, squeezing his hand as he turned on the shower. “Now lets get this over with, I wanna cuddle,”

Remus chuckled and nodded. He could always count on Sirius to be there for him after full moons, and hopefully they were going to be together for many more to come.

#remus lupin #sirius black #remus black? bet #sirius lupin? bruh idk which one is better #sirius would totally wanna have Remus' last name though #random thought but he would feel like the Black name was a stain and he wouldnt wanna do that thanks for coming to my ted talk #sirius black x remus lupin #remus lupin x sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #drabble #THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS OKAY #:D #not my best work?#but i dont hate it #hope yall like it though

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lumosinlove · 7 years ago

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Solntse

part ii

Remus sits in Lily and James’ tiny living room and tries to ignore the subtly laid out pillow and blankets set on the corner of the couch. Lily doesn’t let him.

“Your apartment has flees.”

Remus sets his glass down, “That was one bug and it was a beetle.”

Lily twists her hair over one shoulder, unrelenting, “Remus. Please.” She nods towards the pillow, “Just—I’m worried. We’re worried.”

Remus looks away so he doesn’t have to see the way James nods, they way they’re both looking at him like he’s already a lost cause. He wishes for a moment he’d never told them what he does other than serve pizza and take the early shifts at the gas station around the block, but then he’d be all alone in it. And they were his best friends, that was why he had told them. Just in case one day all of James’ fears came true and some guy murdered Remus in a hotel room. Or something.

James sighs, “Mate, we’re not ganging up on you.”

“No, I know.” Remus nods down at his mug of tea, “I know. I just…I don’t want to be that friend you can’t get rid of. Like. That would be awful.”

“Re, you’re never going to become that.” Lily puts a warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing, “That’s not how we think about it at all. We just want to know your safe.”

James raises his mug to his mouth, “As safe as you can be…”

“James.” Lily snips, then her face turns soft again for Remus, “Will you stay here?”

“Lils, really, my apartment is fine.” He curls his feet further beneath him, “I’ll finish my tea and go. Don’t worry.”

He thinks back to his two night hotel escapade and shakes his head more firmly at Lily. He already feels enough like a charity case as it is. Even if he did get good money for it. Sirius had pushed an extra eighty dollars into his hand at the door and closed it before Remus could protest. He had pressed a chapped kiss to his cheek too. Remus was still mulling that over.

When he finally does make it out of the apartment he pulls his ratty coat tightly over his shoulders and ducks his head against the wind. He could probably buy a new one if Sirius called again. He did ask for two nights in a row, and it went great so, maybe. But he didn’t want to be flashy about any new money. His landlord had already raised his eyebrows when Remus had handed over two months rent in advanced.

His apartment wasn’t flea infested although it did give off that sort of look. He had a cheep futon bed frame, just to keep his mattress off the floor so it didn’t mold, and a dresser from IKEA. His kitchen consisted of a stove and a sink. The gas was usually pretty iffy and his sink ran mostly cold, like his shower, but…he had a roof and food. It’s fine. He has James and Lily if he was really, really in trouble but he doesn’t want it to come to that. He’ll never want it to come to that.

He throws his keys down on the dresser and goes to check the leak under the sink. It hasn’t gotten worse but he empties out what water is in the bucket just while he’s there. He re-tapes the crack in the window and makes a note to ask his landlord about that. Again. He’s just sitting down on his bed when his phone rings. He groans and closes his eyes when he pulls it out, hoping it isn’t one of his less polite customers. He sighs in relief when he sees the name.

“Frank, hi.” Frank almost never wants sex. He likes to talk. He’s lonely. Remus can relate. He’s the son of two wealth-soaked parents who don’t pay him a lick of attention. Remus can half relate. “How are you, mate?”

“Oh. Hi, Remus. Wasn’t sure I’d get you, um. I’m fine. I—um. Was wondering…” He trails off.

“Sure, when were you thinking? I’ve got something Tuesday and Sunday and you know when I work, so…”

“Actually, I was thinking now?” His voice is up an entire octave with nerves, “I just…Family problems right now. Was hoping to just talk a bit.”

Remus runs a hand over his face but tries not to pause too long. He doesn’t want Frank to think he doesn’t want to, “Sounds great! Should I meet you at the—“

“I couldn’t get the usual room. It’s 207 tonight. Same hotel though, the Pierre.”

Remus nods, tries to keep a smile in his voice, “Great. See you soon.”

He’s barely hung up when another name flashes up at him. He’s almost embarrassed by how fast he answers, “Sirius. Hi.” That didn’t come out anywhere close to how he wanted it to.

“Remus! Life is good?”

Remus laughs lightly, still caught off guard but warmed by Sirius’ simple honesty, “Uh, yeah, life is good. How are you?”

“Good. Busy. Always busy, you know? I’m at airport now, going to be in town on Wednesday. You want see together? Or, ah, not together.”

“Each other.” Remus supplies.

“Yes, perfect. You always know. What you think, Remus?”

Remus half wishes Sirius would stop saying his name like that and half wishes he’ll never stop saying his name like that, “Yeah, that works for me. What time were you thinking?”

“Seven? I get us dinner in room, so don’t eat. I’m, ah…” Sirius lets out a soft laugh and Remus presses the speaker closer to his ear, “I’m think about you a lot.”

Remus swallows over a suddenly dry throat, “Yeah?”

“Hm.” There’s a loud speaker in the background and Sirius says something low in Russian, “Flight calling me. Wednesday okay, yes?”

“Yes. Have a good flight.”

“You too. Or—“ They both laugh, “Okay, I’m go now. Bye, Remus.”

The line goes dead and Remus lets the phone fall to the bed. He breathes in deeply and looks down. He’s half hard in his pants now and he really doesn’t know why. He’s suppose to be on his way to Frank’s, he tips well, he honestly needs Remus a little bit and…fuck. He splashes some freezing water on his face from the sink and yanks his door shut as he leaves.

Frank’s is fine. The hotel room is nice and Remus ends up sucking him off—twice. He doesn’t get hard either time but Frank seems either completely fine with that or he doesn’t notice. What does get him going is the ping he gets on his phone while he’s walking home from the tube. It’s a picture. Of Sirius. A selfie. He’s grinning in front of a beautiful sunset outside a plane window. There’s no message except a few sideways parentheses that Remus takes as smiles. Looking at the grin triggers thinking about Sirius’ large, warm hands on his hips and back. That leads to thinking about the way Sirius had carefully pushed his fingers inside of Remus, then the hot slide of his cock to replace them, his weight covering Remus’ back—

By the time Remus is walking up the stairs to his apartment again he’s more or less waddling around his tented trousers. By the time he’s throwing his keys on his dresser all he can do is lean back against his door and shove his hand into his boxers. They’re already damp with pre-come so what’s the point anyway? He smears his thumb over his head and squeezes the base, letting out a breath. It’s not as good as Sirius and his fucking huge palms. Now that he’s got a hand wrapped around himself he can really feel the difference. He pushes his pants down around his knees so he can get two hands around himself instead, twisting around the head and keeping a tight grip around the shaft. It barely takes a dozen pulls before he’s shooting into his fist with a harsh sound, Sirius’ name almost on his lips. Almost. He makes the mistake of thinking about the way Sirius had trailed his fingertips over his sensitive cock after he’d made Remus come in his mouth, keeping the pleasurable nerves alight, and takes a cold shower so he doesn’t have to go again. The shower only makes him think about how, next time, maybe Sirius won’t come untouched. Maybe Remus will get to return the favor. He doesn’t even know how much of Sirius he could fit in his mouth but fuck if he doesn’t want to try. He groans and wraps a hand around himself again. He’s too sensitive but he doesn’t care. He works himself fast and hard until his cock is a flushed red and he comes weakly against the shower wall, panting into the cool spray.

He looks at his phone as he towels off his hair. It’s Saturday, and it’s going to be a long couple days.

There’s a different woman at the front desk this time and Remus is glad. Not that he thinks the other one would remember him but, still. He stares at the twelve on the door for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate, before he knocks.

The door doesn’t open immediately so he knocks again, feeling more awkward by the second.

This time there’s a muffled shout and a few seconds later the door is yanked open by Sirius—dripping wet and a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.

“Sorry!” He gasps, “Sorry, flight late, felt kind of like plane—plane all over me? Thought I be fast, sorry.”

“Okay.” Remus meant to say it’s okay but, well, Sirius’ towel is slipping sort of low.

“Come in, come in, I’m be ready in minute.”

Ready for what? Remus wants to ask.

He goes to sit on one of the couches and strokes his hands over a soft pillows while Sirius pads back to the shower, dropping his towel without closing the door. For a second, Remus debates on whether he can consider that as an invitation or not. He stands up twice and sits back down before the water shuts off and he sits again. Sirius emerges a second later, grabbing the towel from the floor to wrap around his waist and another for his hair. He rubs at his hair until the waves fluff around his ears and into his eyes. He smiles over at Remus somewhat guiltily.

“Sorry again. You want look at menu?” Sirius flips open a sleek looking suitcase and starts rifling through it, “Starving. Airplane food most bad, you know?”

Remus doesn’t but he’s not about to start that conversation. Instead he reaches for the leather-bound hotel book, “Where did you come from?”

“Sydney, ah…Hard for me to say.”

“Australia.”

Sirius laughs and pulls a loose fitting pair of sweatpants on—bare, “Yes, right.” A white long sleeve shirt follows and—to Remus’ surprised delight—a black snapback. It sits snugly on his damp hair, pushing the front part back out of his eyes while the rest wings out above his ears. Remus can see the shape of his ring necklace through his shirt. He swallows. Sirius looks good.

He pulls some warm looking socks on and Remus glances briefly at the hole in the heel on his own left foot. The couch bounces a little as Sirius settles next to him, leaning in close to look at the menu, “Good food? What you like?”

Remus tries to read the menu, he really does, but Sirius’ arm is thrown over the back of the couch and his fingertips are brushing over where he sweater gives way to skin. He holds the menu out to Sirius, “You decide. I’ll eat anything.”

Sirius gives him a teasingly disapproving look but takes the menu and reaches towards the side table for the phone. He orders too much. A steak, fries, a plate of brisket ravioli, a cheese board, a salad, calamari, and two slices of chocolate cake. Remus doesn’t know where they’re going to put it all, but he hopes maybe he can take some of it home.

“We do tea later,” Sirius reaches out and fans one of Remus’ curls between his fingers. “After.” He amends, “They say thirty minutes.” Then his fingers are lightly brushing Remus’ hip, just beneath his sweater, “We stay busy while wait. Is okay?”

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, because what Sirius doesn’t know is that he got off to the mere memories of what they did last time every night leading up to now. Sometimes twice. Of course it’s okay. He’s never had a job this fucking okay, and he’ll damn sure make the most of it until Sirius moves on. They always do. Remus usually feels more grateful when they do, but he has a feeling Sirius will be different.

Sirius flashes him a grin and tugs him right into his lap. His lips are warm and chapped against Remus’, but the rough texture is nice. Remus feels like it keeps him there, in Sirius’ arms. He runs his tongue across Sirius’ bottom lip just to feel it and is rewarded with a soft sound and a palm to the small of his back. Sirius, who seems to be able to take Remus aback in almost everything he does, is holding Remus close, chest to chest. Not by the hips, not by the shoulders. Remus has never had any problems with abuse and he’s lucky in that way but Sirius, Sirius isn’t holding him like he’s there for sex at all. He’s cradling Remus in his lap, hands running lazily up and down his back. He’s licking into his mouth like they have all the time in the world, like they’ve been kissing forever and they’ll do it tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Remus’ palms cup his jaw and he runs his fingers along the edge of the snapback.

“You want off?” Sirius’ voice sounds like he’s just woken up.

Remus shakes his head and his eyes slip closed as Sirius’ mouth moves to his jaw, “No.”

Sirius’ warm breath against his neck as he laughs softly almost feels better than the wet kisses he’s leaving there. Almost.

They stay like that until the knock on the door makes Remus blink his eyes open blearily, suddenly aware of how warm he is.

Sirius shifts him to the side gently, kneeling on the couch for one last peck, “I’m get food, relax here.”

Remus blinks at him, licks his kiss-swollen lips, and honestly just wants to ask Sirius why he is like this. He rests his head back on the couch and listens to Sirius’ bright voice chatting away to the bell boy who brought their food. He’s thanking him, telling him how good it all looks, and Remus thinks maybe he’s just this nice to everyone he meets. He isn’t sure what to do with that.

“Hey,” Sirius head pokes back through the door, cart trailing him, “Food.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that.

The spread of food looks even bigger when laid out and Remus can’t help but laugh as Sirus sits down next to him again, “Sirius, this is…a lot.”

Sirius shrugs one shoulder, “We don’t finish, you take home.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that, either. He has a brief moment of wondering whether ordering this much was purposeful on Sirius’ part, but pushes it aside. That’s ridiculous. Sirius doesn’t even know him, much less anything about his financial situation. Well. He might know a little given who they are to each other.

Remus spends most of the meal listening to Sirius try to explain some funny story that happened on his trip, and anticipating the occasional moments of being fed bits of steak and such by Sirius, who barely breaks in talking despite how it takes Remus’ breath for a moment.

“I spend lot of time in hotel, you know?” Sirius’ voice breaks into Remus’ thoughts, mid story. He wished he’d been listening fully to know how to respond.

“I, ah, lonely?”

Sirius shrugs, but shoves a large scoop of pasta in his mouth. Remus takes that as a yes.

“How did you…” Remus searches for the right word before trying, “find me?”

Sirius actually pinks a little at that, “Ah. Friend. You know him. Recommend. Say you very sweet.”

Remus nods and respects the anonymity even if he’s dying to know who, “Sweet, huh?”

Sirius smiles a little, “I’m think so, too.”

They move onto the cake and the hotel had sent up an two extra desserts, seemingly just because Sirius is Sirius.

“I’m stay here lot, they know me.”

“Probably because you order the entire menu anyway.” Remus jokes.

It makes Sirius’ entire face light up, spreading his hands, “Hey, why not? Hungry after long day of flying.” He knocks his ankle against Remus’, “Good food, best company.”

Remus rolls his eyes a little and Sirius snorts. That shouldn’t be attractive, but it is.

“You live here always?” Sirius asks through a bite of cheesecake, “London?”

“Yeah, always.”

“Born here?”

Remus nods, “Yeah. I live a few streets over from my parent’s flat.”

“Must be so nice.” Sirius is smiling, but his eyes are down at his plate and he looks a little mournful. His fingertips not holding his fork are twisting the ring around his neck, “Be near family always.”

Remus takes a bite instead of answering. It had been nice. For a while.

“Not…Not nice?” Sirius says softly, “Sorry, not want to bring up bad things, Remus—“

“No. No, it’s okay. It’s fine, I just…yeah, I don’t really talk to my parents much these days.”

Sirius places a warm hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing on the inside slowly. But it isn’t sexual. It isn’t even verging on sexual. It’s soothing and warm, and it makes Remus want to keep talking.

“Not since I came out.” He finally manages, “To them. They weren’t…” But it turns out that’s all he can say on the matter.

“Make you feel better…” Sirius wets his lips, “Parents not know. Mine, I’m saying. Scared to tell, not good thing in Russia.” He gives Remus’ thigh a little squeeze, “I understand. Remus, it’s—it’s most brave.”

Remus blinks hard, “Yeah.” He doesn’t know why he’s sitting here having this semi-melt down with Sirius. Sirius definitely isn’t paying for this. He’s probably annoyed with him under all his kind words and so Remus snuffles and digs his palms into his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away and the redness that’s probably there both. There’s nothing really to do to make this not an awkward transition. How do you go from tears to sex? And with a stranger? “I’m sorry.” He begins, “Fuck, this—was not what I had planned.”

“Remus, it’s not apology—no, okay?” He’s suddenly pushing the food table away and tucking his legs beneath himself, sitting on his socked-heels and taking both of Remus’ hands, thumbs rubbing gently against the vulnerable insides of Remus’ wrists, “I’m not mind, really. Really.”

“I’ll take this out of your pay. Honestly, Sirius, this isn’t what you brought me here for, I just want you to know that I know that.” Remus can’t help it though, and despite his words curls his fingers around Sirius’, “Sorry."

“Please stop saying, Remus.” Sirius tone is firm, “Please, you—not an apology.” Even the word ‘apology’ sounds nice in Sirius’ mouth.

“I…make okay? A bit?” Sirius tugs very lightly on Remus’ hands but when Remus shakes his head he—he lets go. Which Remus can’t decide how he feels about that.

“Sorry.” He says again, then at Sirius’ face, he pushes a hand through his hair, “Fuck, sorry—Sor—“

And then Sirius is kissing him. His thumbs are stroking slowly along his cheeks and he’s sucking Remus’ bottom lip slowly into his mouth, brushing his tongue along it with the same amount of leisure. Remus sighs into it, fingers digging into his own thighs for a moment before he’s leaning forward and pressing his palms flat on Sirius’.

“Only if want.” Sirius says against his mouth, “Remus.” He pulls away just enough to look at Remus’ glassy eyes, “You not want a second ago, I’m just want no more sorry. No, ah, not need to do anything, okay?” He curls his fingers back around Remus’ ears, around the curls there, “карамель, can just put movie on. Have more cake.”

Remus sniffles a little, blinking hard at Sirius, “Did—Did you just call me caramel?” He remembers the soft word from last time.

Sirius smiles, a bit, and lifts one shoulder, “It’s good, no? It’s…not sure how to say…small names important in Russia. Mean two people are close.”

Is that really what we are? Remus wants to ask. He sort of wants to yell it because, as great as this is, he sees nothing but a darker end. For himself, anyway.

“Oh.” Is all he says out loud and falls sideways a little on the couch into the cushions. He’s suddenly so tired. Sirius doesn’t seem to mind, though, and mirrors his position, their knees knocking together. His soft smile is still aimed right at Remus. “What’s yours then?”

Sirius’ smile grows, “Mama give to me when little.” He raises his eyebrows, “Little bit funny, not laugh.”

Remus feels a smile of his own start up and he uses his sleeve to wipe his nose, sitting up a little more, “I won’t laugh.”

“Sivushka.” It rolls nicely off of Sirius’ tongue, and his cheeks pink a little but he looks pleased, “Sort of…for family? Friends. Not so much lover, too…small?”

“Casual?” Remus offers, “Like, it means a different feeling.”

Sirius’ smile is soft, “So good with english. So helpful.”

“Sivushka.” Remus tries it out, but it doesn’t sound half as good. Then, he can’t help it, heart in his throat when he asks, “What’s…what’s more than friends? Like, not—just, I’m curious what that would be.”

“Lover? Sirusya, maybe.” Then he smiles, eyes crinkling warmly, “You like? You call me?”

“Surely someone already calls you that.” Remus tries to keep his voice light. I mean, look at you. He wants to add.

Sirius sits up at that a little, eyes going hard, hand—that had been rubbing idly against Remus’ knee—going still, “No. No one call me.”

Remus swallows, “I—I didn’t mean—“

“I’m not—изменя́ть.” He huffs in frustration, “изменя́ть—I’m not know, not know, okay?”

Remus’s chest goes cold, “Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

“Not be here if with—someone else.” Sirius shakes his head, “Not like that, Remus. I’m not.” The phrase is followed by a disgruntled spell of Russian that Remus does his best to follow through tone alone.

“I know.” Remus finally says, “I know you aren’t.” Because he’s only met Sirius twice but he can honestly say he does know this about him, “I’m sorry.”

“Not apology, карамель.” Sirius rubs his hands over his face, “Too much action, sorry.”

Remus looks on in confusion, “What?”

“Me, me,” Sirius gestures aggressively towards himself, “Me. Too much action. Not right.”

Overreaction, Remus thinks and nods, “No, I understand.”

“I’m know…what guys you probably see doing…this.” Sirius doesn’t look at him as he acknowledges exactly why Remus is there for what feels like the first time other than money exchanges, “Not wrong for you to think. But no.”

“Sirius, it’s okay.” But that feels wrong somehow and so he says instead, “I mean, we’ve done this three times.”

Sirius is quiet for a long moment this time. “It’s true.” Then, after running his fingers over his necklace a few times, “You have other small name?”

The topic change pings a little, “Um. Not anything big. Re, mostly, if anything.”

“Re.” It sounds like a lovely mess of vowel in Sirius’ mouth, “That’s all?”

Remus nods, “Nothing like Russia, huh?”

Sirius runs a hand over his face one more time but when he moves it there’s a trace of his usual smile, “I’m find you one, not worry.” Then, eyes down and voice quiet but questioning, “You have…small name…for lover?”

Remus swallows. His throat is so dry all of a sudden so he just shakes his head, then realizes Sirius isn’t looking at him so he croaks out, “No.”

Sirius nods back, “Oh.” Then he grabs the remote and pushes it into Remus’ hand, “Find something. I’m call for tea and get money before forget. Be back.”

It seems like the end of the conversation, but the conversation doesn’t feel over. Remus choses a movie, but he couldn’t say what it was about. When its over Sirius has to tuck the money into Remus’ back pocket himself. He presses another kiss to Remus’ cheek. Then Remus doesn’t hear from him for two weeks.

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erenevune · 6 years ago

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Plotholes

So, obviously there will be spoilers for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child in this post/rant. If you have no wish to be spoiled, stop reading now and scroll away.

First off I would like to preface by saying that I've seen the play twice now so I have a pretty good idea of what happens in it. Once in London (2017) and again in Melbourne a couple weeks ago (2019), and though I own the script I haven't read yet. However I have read this lovely version of it. They took the script and wrote it as a novel without removing any of the original script and incorporating somethings in to connect the scenes ad plausibly as possible. Go read it, it's great. https://archiveofourown.org/works/7666957

Anyway, I like the play. It's fun to watch and the music and sound effects and such are amazing. Scorpius is the best and I adore him. That isn't to say I don't have major problems with the story itself. We all know there are many many many plot holes and that Rowling didn't write it herself, but she does consider it canon to the series which is annoying because it breaks rules set in the previous Harry Potter books. I have a few points I have the most issues with.

I dedicate this rant to @onehealer to whom I ranted with about this for an hour through DM's.

So firstly: Fidelius charm who?

In the final act, Scorpius and Albus can see the potters house even though it's under the fidelius charm. They've never been there before, Harry tried multple times to take Ablus it seems but was turned down, and only read about it in books at most.... does that count as them knowing the Secret? No, it doesn't otherwise people who knew the address of the home before the charm was cast they would know. It can be excused that Delphi technically was never shown to have known where the house was, only knowing they were in Godrics Hollow... which also goes with the fact that knowing the address in the future meant nothing. Imagine Voldemort pulling out a phone book to find their address and suddenly being able to see their home. It also seemed like she didn't want to go after the Potters herself, she was only there to get to Voldemort first. So that's fine.

The issue is that somehow the two boys were able to see through the charm. And going with this vein, how did Ron, Hermione and Draco see as well? Literally only Harry should be able to see the Potter home because he was part of what the charm was protecting and thus knew the Secret, even if he was only a baby at the time.

Time travel should not negate the charm, why would that work? The charm is still active in the time they currently exist in, and this is an ancient, powerful and complex spell too.

"Maybe they knew because Harry told Albus about it." Sure, that could have worked, but it doesn't. When the Secret Keeper dies, anyone who was told the Secret becomes a Secret Keeper (Because you can originally choose more than one), so when Peter Pettigrew died, at the very least Harry would have the Secret. Probably Dumbledore and Sirius too, at least. But the problem with that is that the Fidelius charm was broken the night Lily and James Potter died, thus there was no longer a Secret. How else would the location become common knowledge in the Wizarding World? There's a monument to the Potters for crying out loud. People visited to pay their respects to them. So, Albus was never told the Secret because there wasn't one any longer.

There's literally no way anyone but Harry should have been able to see the Potter home. Even giving it some rope, they shouldn't have been able to see the house until Harry points it out to them, aka tells them where it is, because it could be argued that he could technically give out the Secret, having been part of it originally, but even then he wasn't a Secret Keeper and from how I understand it, just because you knew the secret didn't give you the ability to tell anyone unless you're a Secret Keeper.

The worst part about this plot hole is that not only is it massive, the plot of the story relies on it's existence to progress. Sometimes plot holes can be forgiven, but when the story relies on their existence? Especially such an enormous one? No, just no.

(As a little aside, I just want to bring attention to the fact Scorpius and Albus somehow made their way from Hogwarts, in the Scottish Highlands, to Godrics Hollow in less than a day. That's a long way, not to mention they had no wands, no food, no money, no sleep, no warm clothes and probably not wanting to risk talking to any wizards for fear if changing the timeline or accidently finding a Death Eater. There's also the fact Scorpius had just been Crucio'd at least 3 times in the last hour. Kudos to Scorpius for managing to get there with Albus, hot damn.)

Second, Wtf Albus?

Seriously, wtf. Don't get me wrong, I do like Albus but he's definitely a spoiled/ungrateful little brat at times, with as Scorpius puts it, a chip on his shoulder.

The thing I, well I wont say hate because i do like his character but it's close enough, most about him is his decision to go back and save Cedric in the first place. Like its a nice thought, but dude, why?

Why does Cedric deserve to live more than literally anyone else Voldenort killed? What makes him more deserving of you risking everything to go back and save?

Why does a 17yr old who signed up for a tournament that is known to have resulted in the deaths of its competitors many times in it's history, deserve to live more than all those 11-17 year olds killed at Hogwarts trying to flee or fight? All the adults who fought and died in the battle? All those people killed during either war? A lot of people who died because of Voldemort didn't sign up to put themselves in danger.

If it's about some semblance of a connection, of which there really isn't any in this case, what about Fred? Your uncle? Someone your uncle George probably still dies inside over? I mean he even gave up their joke shop to Ron, possibly to avoid memories of the twin brother who died?

Why does some kid you have no connection to other than his dad blaming yours for killing him when he literally had no way of knowing what the fuck was going on until he was already dead?? Why does he deserve to live more? I don't get it.

And then he blames Harry for Cedric's death like he had any chance to prevent it? Dude, seriously, he was the SAME AGE as you are now when this happened, I'd fucking like to see you do better??

Another thing I dislike is that Albus is never really able to experience the consequences of his actions and what could have happened. Because, you know, he stopped existing and Scorpius had to deal with it on his own.

There's also the way he treats Harry but I'll get to that in a sec.

Harry was doing his best, honestly he was. He sometimes seems a little out of character, but even still. I understand why he could be seen that way. We know he's under a lot of stress from his work at the Ministry, especially since it's to do with creatures that sided with Voldemort that are going missing or whatever. Then there's the nightmares involving Voldy and his scar hurting again after years of nothing. Stress, lots and lots of stress.

Then there's Albus. Harry has trouble understanding his son, he's not easy like James and Lily. Which is fine. But the problem is that Harry tries his best to reach Albus but he's never met halfway.

Albus seen my to refuse to believe anything but hero propaganda about Harry and his life at Hogwarts, and seems to have ignored literally anyone in his adult family who says differently. He doesn't seem to grasp to suffering and trauma that Harry has and grew up with, and scoffs in the face of it. Harry isn't perfect, but he's a good dad trying his best with a child who is frankly quite ungrateful.

Albus was being a little fucking spoiled brat to Harry and the poor dude was probably at his wits end with the one kid of his he didn't truly understand and who went out of his way to hate on everything Harry did and went through in his life. Like I said, Harry was under lots of stress from his job and so of course he would snap, anyone would, and say something they regret when provoked. Especially when you're trying your best to connect with your kid, even if it's not going great it's still an effort to do so, and then your kid just out and out says he wishes he wasn't your son? I think a lot of people would retort with something similarly hurtful. Harry immediately regrets it but both parties have been hurt so Albus storms off.

It's very annoying that everyone else in the play seems to be blaming Harry for Albus hating being his son and running off / running off to do something stupid. He was very obviously doing his best even though Albus was giving him nothing to work with. And for some strange reason people seemed to think Harry was in any way popular in 4th year? Like seriously people, where the fuck did that idea come from? Everyone hated Harry in his 4th year lol. Albus must be getting his info from a source as credible as Rita Skeeter if that's the case, that or every character magically, ha, forgot what really happened.

I also get annoyed at how they deal with the first alternate timeline. The first time they mess with time, Hermione and Ron never get married, Ron marries and has a son with Padma Patil and Albus ends up in Gryffindor. Harry proceeds to force a separation between the two boys for Albus safety, having been told there was a "black cloud" around his son. Of course the only person Albus hangs out with is Scorpius, and assuming events happened the same they had just jumped off the Hogwarts Express and gone missing for a bit, and assuming they had the same argument where they both say they wish they weren't the father/son of the other person, then it makes some sense what Harry does. Also, it's an alternate timeline.

But Scorpius tells Albus none of the events in Harry's life changed, so it seems like their meddling didn't change him. At all. I'm sorry, what the actual fuck? Scorpius I love you but no.

Just because the events stayed the same doesn't mean Harry personally wasn't changed in many small ways. There are people and life changing events erased from his experiences. His two best friends never got married and had kids, because Ron never got jelous over Hermione being Krums Yule Ball date. You trying to tell me that Ron and Hermione becoming different people with entirely different personalities didn't have any effect on Harry what so ever??? Bullshit. Like this was a direct and very significant change in his personal timeline and history, I refuse to believe this didn't change him. Hell, he might not even enjoy his job. Hermione isn't Minster for Magic so who knows whether the Ministry was properly freed of corruption and what polices and changes no longer exist, and what new ones might. So many little things that build up and shape someone's personal experiences and shape their personality.

I don't remember if it was ever directly addressed, but I think it was mentioned at the end of the play, but it says/implies(?) that Harry would have separated them and launched an investigation into Scorpius' parentage in the original timeline as well as the alternate one? I don't know if I believe that, and it's unclear if certain things still happened for everyone other than the boys because the changes the boys made were prevented later on when Scorpius is in the alternate universe where Harry was killed.

Another small aside, thank fuck for Scorpius. When he snapped and said something along the lines of "Oh poor little Albus Potter with his chip on his shoulder. At least your dad will always be your dad, mine won't be because everyone wants to tell me it's Voldemort. They want to tell me my poor sweet dead mother was such a monster to have a kid with him." Like damn someone really needed to tell Albus to stop whining about how apparently horrible and selfish his dad is.

Lastly, how the Time Turners function. Yes, I get these are new and one of a kind Time Turners designed and created outside Ministry regulation and designed to go back years at a time. However, it was originally established that time travel in this world with them works as a closed loop. They travel back in time because they already did. Harry survived the Dementors because he cast a patronus charm, and then went back in time to cast that charm because he already did, and if he hadn't he wouldn't have survived to go back in the first place. Closed loops.

In this however, they did actually do things that never happened. They probably even changed how Ron and Hermione got together, because it's unclear if they also prevented Albus casting the fireworks into the air above the second task declaring "Ron loves Hermione".

The only benefit of this fuckery with how Time Turners work is that it would then make sense why time travel fucks everything up so much it creates alternate timelines and alternate universes. It's still annoying that they casually fucked with how it's supposed to work but it's not as big an issue as the Fidelius charm thing. Also why did Hermione of all people keep the fucking thing??? Like I understand to an extent but seriously, and then to have such lax security on it? For fucks sake, don't you remember being 11 and getting past all the security put on the philosophers stone??!?! You might as well have put the time Turner in wrapping paper in comparison, because at least those ones had the potential to seriously maim or kill you.

Scorpius was a great character, I adore him and he was actually really well written. He's the sweetest thing and needs all the hugs. His relationship with his dad (Draco) is also amazing and a well written dysfunction of different personalities and effects of grief, but Draco loves his son no matter what and constantly tries his best. Despite my rant, I also like Albus and I adore their friendship and their dynamic. I don't mind character flaws, but sometimes they do get over the top and annoying like they did with Albus for a while there, mostly because of the way it influenced the plot.

I dont know, I probably missed shit I wanted to say and maybe got a little harsh sometimes but eh, it's a rant for a reason lol. I love the play, but once I start thinking about things that's when it goes a lot downhill from there haha.

Also Scorpius is amazing and I adore him. :)

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myself-and-the-marauders · 8 years ago

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Wait For Me: Young!Remus Lupin x Reader // Part One

Request: Could you please write a fanfic about remus being a mess bc of the full moon (totally nervous/moody before and injured/tired after) and the reader being worried and comforting him? lots of fluff but kinda in sad way.

A/N: Okay, so, the first thing I’m sure you notice is that this is only part one. I felt that it would make sense to do it in parts since the request asks for a before and after of Remus’ full moon thing.

That being said, the second part will probably come out shortly (either tomorrow or Sunday, but who knows with my lazy ass, sorry), and it wont be nearly as long as this one, I hope.

This is goes up to right when he leaves, just so ya’ll know.

Just a quick disclaimer, this part is extremely similar to Cried Wolf. I wasn’t too sure if I was going to do this at first because of the similar imagine that I’d already done, but I decided that I could make this different in some aspect so, yeah.

OH, also. I know I’ve been writing a lot for Remus, due to the requests. More James and Sirius fics are being written, they’re just currently on hold right now. Just thought I’d let you know for all Pads and Prongs fans.

Anywho, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 1893

Warnings: Fluff, FEELS (Why have I done this to my heart)

"Remus, you need to get up." Sirius spoke loudly in his left ear as he brought the pillow down on his head for the third time.

Responding with a low groan, Remus rolled over, covering the side of his head with a pillow of his own.

"Dammit, Moony, get up!" Sirius yelled this time, his voice holding more irritation as he ripped the pillow from Remus' hand.

Groaning again, he rolled onto his back and squinted up us. "Why do you even care, Pads?" He sighed, running and hand up his face and through his messy hair as he slowly got up from the bed.

"Unlike you, I don't enjoy seeing worried women." Dropping the pillow on the floor, he turned to me, heaving a long sigh. "Good luck with him, he's impossible right now."

"Thanks, Sirius."

"Anytime, gorgeous." He said, patting me on the shoulder. "I'll take my leave now, guessing Mr. Wolfy over there wants me gone." He said with a smirk, cocking his head in the direction of Remus who still sat on his bed, glaring at us.

With that, Sirius turned around and began walking to the door, throwing his right hand in the air as a makeshift wave. No sooner than when the door shut, Remus fell back onto the bed and threw his hands into his hair.

"Rem.." I sighed, sitting beside him.

Lifting my hand, I hovered it over his bare shoulder, causing his body to flinch away from me. "Don't touch me." He spoke quietly, moving his hands from his hair to over his face.

Sighing to myself, I rested my hand back on my lap and turned my gaze to the wall in front of me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. "You always bottle everything up and force this wall between everyone..." opening my eyes I turned my gaze back down to Remus. "Why don't you understand that I want to help you?"

"I don't want to see you hurt, Y/N, It'd kill me." He had suddenly sat up and was now sitting right in front me, holding my shoulders. "If you got hurt...because of me..." His face twisted into some sort of disturbed expression as his eyes scanned my face, "....Merlin, I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

"Here you go again, you need to understand that I don't care if I get hurt, knowing I was able to help you is all I need." I could already feel my irritation growing from this conversation. Why did I decide to talk about this right after he got up?

"You should, caring about something like me is...useless." He whispered awkwardly with a pained laugh, letting his hands fall from my shoulders.

There was no way I could handle this conversation again. Getting up I stood in front of him and pulled him out of the bed, revealing his toned body. Clearing my throat I looked away, knowing that if I stared any longer my face would start to flush. "Well, you can't just lay in bed all day, go make yourself look decent."

Pulling his eyebrows together, he looked me up and down. "We don't have class...why exactly do I need to get up?"

Sirius was right, Remus is absolutely impossible when it comes to this. "Because you're human being and you need sunlight." I said, walking over to door.

Looking at me for a moment, he sighed and started walking towards the bathroom, muttering incomprehensible words to himself along the way.

"How's Moony?" James greeted me as soon as I walked into the common room, a worried look on his face.

"How he usually is...absolutely impossible." I replied, throwing myself into the couch beside Sirius, who seemed to be having a conversation with Peter. "I get it, he's under a lot of stress, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what he's going though, but..." frustrated thoughts rushed into my head as I put my head in my hands. Heaving a sigh, I closed my eyes, "...I just wish he was more open about it, ya know?"

Tuning into the conversation, Sirius gently set his hand on my back, trying to calm me down. "Believe me when I say we completely understand, love, you're not alone in this." He said with a smile. "Hell, we've dealt with this for years and we know next to nothing about what he goes though." He chuckled quietly, earning a nod from both James and Peter.

"Though we do tease him about it all the time." James smirked, running a hand up the back his neck and through his hair. "So I suppose I can sort of understand why he wouldn't tell us, though I wish he would."

"Maybe if you just try to subtly talk to him about it he'll open up more?" Peter suggested.

"I highly doubt that, but I guess it's worth a try." I said with a shrug.

As if on cue Remus came walking in, running his hands through his damp hair in an attempt to make it look decent. "What's worth a try?"

Something inside me panicked when I heard his voice and I searched for some sort of excuse for us talking about him.

"My chances with Y/N, whaddya say, love?" Sirius blurted out with a smirk, slinging an arm around my shoulder and pulling me against his chest.

I'd never been more thankful for him until just now.

Rolling my eyes I lightly pushed against his chest, bringing myself back into the position I was just in. "You could only wish, Black."

Clearing his throat, Remus raised an eyebrow at Sirius. "Gonna have to agree with Y/N, that'll never happen."

Setting a hand over his chest, Sirius' mouth fell open as if he was just insulted. "You wound me, Moony."

Gazing over a Sirius, Remus let out an uncomfortable chuckle before suddenly taking my hand and pulling me up, "Let's go." Without a second to spare he laced our fingers together and pulled me along with him.

"You kids be safe now." James laughed from behind us as the painting swung closed.

"Rem, where we going?" I asked, he was still pulling me with him, and as far as I could see, he didn't seem to have a specific place in mind. "Remus?"

Stopping abruptly, he turned around. "Anywhere away from Sirius." He sighed.

Away from Sirius?

"Something happen between you two?" I asked, squeezing his hand lightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward smile adorning his face.

He didn't hear us talking about him, right?

"Ahem-uh, it's not really that big a deal... it's actually kind of stupid when I think about it." He chuckled. "I just-uh, suppose I got a bit irritated with how casually he touched you." He coughed awkwardly and then looked up at me, as if expecting me to say something.

I could feel a smile tug at my face as I proceeded to not say anything. Yet another side effect of the moon, an overprotective, jealous Remus.

Clearing his throat again he looked away, "Full moon and all, ya know...if you-uh, want to go back, I have no right to stop you..." he started rambling from my lack of an answer.

"Rem, its fine, you could've just told me you were jealous." I said, trying to make the mood lighter due to our conversation from earlier.

"Not." He responded with a sheepish grin.

"Uh-huh, then I'll head back to Sirius now, see you later." I mocked, pulling my hand from his.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." He laughed, sarcasm leaking from his words as he caught my wrist and pulled me back.

"Alright then." I laughed as he laced our fingers together again, "where are we headed?"

"I didn't actually have a plan..." He chuckled as he started walking down one of the long hallways.

Figured.

"Well, we can just walk around for awhile. I just want to spend time with you before...you know." The cheerful atmosphere was gone in a flash and replaced with a sad one as I looked up at him.

"Yeah...that's fine," he responded quietly, a sad look on his face. "Lets go, love."

We must have been walking around for hours, talking about nothing in particular as we held hands. It was a nice feeling, though, knowing this moment would end at some point had me practically clinging to him.

We had somehow made our way outside and into the garden, where we sat on a wooden bench. The sun had down and it was only a matter of time before he'd have to go.

"Love..." Remus whispered from beside me, taking a stray piece of my hair and tucking it behind my ear. "It's about that time..."

"I-I know." I sighed, burying my face in his sweater-covered arm.

Taking his arm out of my grasp, he quickly wrapped it around my shoulders and set his chin on the top of my head. I placed my face against his chest and took a long breath, a subtle mixture of his cologne and chocolate filled my nose, the pure scent of safety.

His long fingers lazily stroked my arm, occasionally tracing small circles over the fabric of my shirt. Kissing the top of my head, he slowly pulled away, taking my hand in his. Bringing my hand to his mouth, he gently ran his lips over my knuckles before planting a small kiss to each one.

"I'll be back soon." He whispered against my hand, not daring to open his eyes. "Please don't worry too much."

I could feel the tears prickling the backs of my eyes as I watched him. "H-how could I not?" My voice had somehow become hoarse.

He's asking me not worry? He knows that's impossible.

Dropping my hand back down, he ran his thumb over my palm. "I know, I shouldn't have asked that of you, I just worry about you when I'm gone."

"You worry about me? You? About me?" I scoffed, laughing a bit as I looked at him through my tears.

Finally looking up at me, Remus' green eyes wavered a bit as they met mine before he immediately closed them again. "Merlin...if you look at me like that it makes it impossible to leave." He whispered, a self-deprecating laugh leaving his mouth.

"S-sorry." I whispered as I tried laughing, only for it to come out as a cry.

"I'll be back before you know it, two days isn't that long." He whispered, bringing his eyes back up to mine.

At that statement, a tear left my right eye and within seconds, I was full on crying. "I-It's too l-long when I k-know your life is o-on the line..." I managed to make out as Remus pulled me back into his chest.

"Shh," he whispered from above me as his arms tightened around my body, lightly rubbing a thumb back and forth over my lower back. "M'sweet girl..." he mumbled, pressing his lips against my head. "I promise, I'll be back, love."

My hands balled into his fists as I held onto his sweater, trying desperately to stop the tears from flowing. "Please...b-be safe." I whispered, forcing myself away from him.

Giving me a small nod, Remus leaned forward, letting his lips meet mine for a fraction of a second before pulling away. "It wont be long just-"

"-Wait for me."

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hail--to-the-queen · 8 years ago

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Marauders Era Headcannons

Ok so no one asked but these are mine. It’s really long, so sorry about that. A lot are based on inspo I’ve seen on Tumblr, tweaked to my liking, which is probably wrong but I just have all these feelings that I’ve gotta get out so here goes. If you see an idea that’s originally yours/you know who’s it is, please message me and I’ll credit your genius.

Peter

Shortest marauder. like hella short.

He wasn’t visibly muscled bc he liked food so damn much, but he wasn’t a creampuff either

preferred coffee over tea, and was the person who introduced coffee to Marlene

Funniest marauder. Could spin a tale/tell jokes like no one’s business.

Towhead, tanned up nicely, brown eyes

was actually very particular about how his hair was combed/parted, but didn’t fuss about it openly *cough cough Sirius*

just didn’t get the hype behind Quidditch. sure, he liked it, but he couldn’t imagine letting a sport take over your life like James always did and even Sirius did during season

was actually hella perceptive and good at figuring things out about other people

like for real I think he was the first one to notice a lot; Remus’ condition, Sirius’ abusive home situation, when Lily’s feelings for James started to change, how James himself started to change

Was also the swiftest/sneakiest of all the marauders (rat!) and collected all of their intel

didn’t much care about school, and wanted to open a cafe in Diagon Alley after school

Had something of a talent for Divinations. Like, wasn’t a seer or anything, but he understood the theory and appreciated the art

fell in love with Marlene McKinnon in their 6th year, and her death in the first wizarding war (Mentioned in Lily’s letter to Sirius) is what pushed him over the edge and away from the Order. he was already struggling before then, but she grounded him and gave him something to fight for, and without her he just couldn’t handle anything. grew angry, bitter, resentful, flipped on the order and tore apart his friends. yuck.

Remus

V tall. Tallest Marauder. Tallest student. certified tallboy.

Tea and chocolate and jumpers

smoker, but only right before and right after the full moon. it helps him cope

only swears when he’s well and truly angry

Brown hair with hints of copper that grows into a kind of mop. He manages it, somehow, even though it’s way out of style, and it just works

pale, brown eyes with gold in them

Messy to a fault, but somehow always has what he needs in the moment

LOVES quidditch, and attends every match especially because Sirius is a beater and damn just look at his arms

is the strategic brains behind the marauders operation. as much of a strategist as Ron is, Remus was too, and he was very good at planning things, especially things like breaking into filches office or putting potions in the Slytherin’s morning pumpkin juice that makes them all turn red and roar spontaneously

Always studied, because if he didn’t put in the work he wouldn’t pull good grades

Forms a very close relationship with Lily in their 5th year when they’re both prefect

realized he was bi (and totally in love with Sirius) in his 4th year

Refuses to come out to his parents because they already have a broken son, and he didn’t want to expand on those feelings

tutors kids for chocolate bars or spare change whenever he has the time

was terrified of being made head boy, because he just knew he couldn’t handle it, and was relieved when it was James (bc he just knew Lily was a shoe-in for Head Girl)

Is the first person Lily actually admits her confused feelings about James to

Sirius

Second-shortest Marauder (much to his chagrin)

has excellent posture as a result (because if he slouches he’s the same height as Peter)

Long black hair, grey eyes, regal/sharp features.

has a leather jacket that he picked up at a muggle consignment store when he was 14. it’s worn & covered in patches, and when his mother finds it in his closet his father uses the cruciatus on him

speaks excellent french. a side effect of Toujours Pur

Always paints his nails black or grey. When they chip, he paints over them, so it’s just layers and layers of paint

Starts to grow his hair out in the summer before his third year. Keeps it roughly shoulder length, and trims it himself after he had Emily Tefty teach him how

Incidentally, the summer before third year is when he stopped believing he could ever make amends with his parents. The only reason he went home after that was for Reg

Wants to live in London and work in a muggle garage

Is very smart, but doesn’t try. can ace every test though

is particularly gifted at CoMC

Smokes way more than he should

gets his first tattoo (a lion, what else) in Knockturn alley when he was 15. it paces and roars depending on his mood, and is on his ribcage, protecting his heart because he’s so afraid that one day he wont be able to protect his heart from his parents ideology

realized he was Gay (and in love with Remus) in the start of their 5th year

was so terrified of that fact that he went on a year-long dating extravaganza, in which he dated and snogged every girl he could get to agree to go out with him (which was, of course, almost all of them) in an attempt to find someone he liked better than Remus. It failed.

Ran away from home for good after a particularly brutal beating between 5th and 6th year

cried for days when he heard about Reg getting marked

hates Snape because snape doesn’t have the shackles of a pureblood fundamentalist family, but actively seeks that lifestyle, while he would give anything to be free of it

James

Gets up every morning and goes for a run around the grounds, no matter how cold it is

eats healthy, but he’s a growing boy so a second helping of pudding isn’t going to kill him

Lives, breathes, eats, and sleeps quidditch. Wants to be a professional player someday and probably could have

half-hindu, so dark complexion, dark eyes and dark hair

keeps said hair wildly messy in a lighthearted rebellion against his family

has a massive soft spot for the house elves, and sneaks into the kitchen more often to visit with them than he does to get remus and himself a cuppa

is the literal life of the party

Has loved Lily since 2nd year

doesn’t understand why she doesn’t like him for a long time, but eventually he gets it

is naturally smart/gifted, and doesn’t understand why Remus has to study all the time

Disliked Severus for a multitude of reasons; his closeness with Lily, his inclination towards the Pureblood agenda, the fact that he was a Slytherin and was proud of it. This made him an easy bullying target for James, but he only started to truly hate Severus after the mudblood incident

is very careful with his belongings

Dated a cute Ravenclaw for the first 6 months of his 6th year, but eventually broke it off because Lily was single again because they just didn’t have that spark

Was terrified when he was made head boy, just like he was terrified when he was made Quidditch captain the year before

Is literal Mr. Oblivious. Doesn’t realize the wolfstar situation, doesn’t realize that what he says has an impact on people, doesn't realize how many girls are interested in him, doesn’t realize that not everyone is as smart as he is, doesn’t realize when Lily’s feelings change.

literally peter has to spell out the wolfstar thing to him

Is terrified of the mermaids in the Black Lake

Lily

the most feminist feminist who ever feministed

Kept a muggle record player from her father that Remus helped her charm to work in Hogwarts during 4th year

Was definitely very close to being in love with Severus before the mudblood incident. He was her first kiss

she and Severus both made up their own spells, and correct their potions books with better instructions. Muffiato was her creation

Smart, but studies very hard nonetheless, Bc in the back of her mind she was terrified that someone someday will take away her wand

Actual queen of sarcasm

knitted in her spare time (the muggle way)

Long (like, can tuck it in her waistband) red hair, creamy skin (burns like a lobster in direct sunlight)

Cuts her hair after the mudblood incident because Severus always loved to play with it

this is 100% someone else’s idea, but i cant for the life of me find the post. If it’s your’s, or you know who’s it is, PLEASE message me and let me know and I’ll give them all the credit

Ends up with a bob and scraggily bangs. Keeps it for a month, then magically grows it back out until it’s below her shoulder blades. Keeps the bangs, because she likes them

Figures out Remus’ secret after 3 months of prefect duty in 5th year. Tells him, just to make sure he doesn’t feel like he has to lie or hide from her.

can banter back and forth with Peter so well that they leave the others in stitches every time

Loved her parents, but never had much of a relationship with her mother

Officially gave up on trying with Petunia in the summer before 4th year, when she threw a scarf Lily had knitted her for her birthday in the bin immediately upon opening it, because she was convinced Lily had knitted it with magic

fell in love with James somewhere in the middle of 6th year, and was terrified of it, because they had managed a truce/friendship and she was so afraid to mess that up

legitimately doesn't believe she’s good enough to be Head Girl

Fierce protector of all the muggleborn students

Retreated into a shell of a person early in 6th year when her dad died of cancer. the marauders and Marlene took 2 months to try and get back to being herself

Dated Amos Diggory for the first 3 months of 6th year, but ultimately broke it off because of James because they just didn’t have that feeling

when Severus started sending her letters threatening to harm himself if she wouldn’t talk to him, she stopped opening them, and reported him to Slughorn as a suicide risk

Wanted to become a healer and totally could have

Marlene

Best friends with Lily since the first night of first year

Sucker for a funny guy

Talented artist, terrible in all of her courses (she only passes because of Lily)

dyslexic as hell

hated tea with a passion, but fell in love with coffee after Peter introduced it to her during their 2nd year

now she buys it from columbia (that and art supplies are the only things she shamelessly splurges/spends her family’s vast wealth on)

Is a pureblood, but her whole family rejects the doctrines, and she’s very proud of that. Especially after seeing what its like for Sirius to fight his family.

wants to become a wizard tattoo artist and totally could have

has a floral 1/2 sleeve she designed herself

short stature, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes

does commission work for students and faculty

By 7th year, starts giving illegal frowned upon tattoos to students in her dorm (but only those of age). Lily turns a blind eye to this because she knows Marlene is clean and safe and damn good at what she does, and she feels the need to support her best friend’s dreams

Started to fall for Peter in 6th year, because he made her laugh

See’s the good in (almost) everyone

original queen of the bat bogey hex

Went on one date with Sirius to Hogsmede in their 5th year, during which they talked about tattoos and neither of them felt anything other than friendship

Keeps lots and lots of plants in her room (if she was ever good at any class, it was herbology. She just couldn’t take the tests/do the readings/write the essays)

had multiple piercings all the way up her ears

once hexed Lucius Malfoy’s hair off of his head for sneering at her for spending time with non-purebloods

served almost as many detentions (almost) as the marauders

commentated quidditch matches

Severus

Loved Lily since they were 9 and he saw her first do magic on the playground

He had pretty regal features, if he would just get his hair out of his face

he wasn’t really greasy, thats just something the marauders called him

Dark eyes, light complexion, long, straight, black hair

Was a very talented student, but really only cared about defense and potions

secretly hated the slug club and all it stood for, but was a member because he saw the value of networking

loved pepper imps, and would buy them whenever he had any extra money

was very good at budgeting

Had an abusive father who used to beat him, until one day when Severus was 7 and his father was chasing him with a belt. He made the china cabinet unscrew from the wall and crash down on his father

Refuses to let his mother buy him new clothes until he desperately needs them, because he knows how expensive they are and can’t stand the thought of her going without because of him

Hates James from the moment he shows any interest in Lily

See’s Lily as a possession to be hoarded

Refuses to acknowledge that his love for her conflicts with his pure blood agenda

legitimately believes he can have both, even if that means hiding her away. He even draws up plans of how he would accomplish this

Loves to play with her hair

Wrote Lily letters following the incident in which he threatened to harm himself if she wouldn’t talk to him. She never did, and neither did he.

Figured out Remus’ secret in 5th year after Sirius gave him a huge hint, and was basically forced to make an unbreakable vow with Dumbledore that he would never tell anyone

#headcannons #jily #marauders #sirius #sirius black #wolfstar #remus #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james #james potter #marlene mckinnon #Lily #Lily evans #Severus snape #snape #mine

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tumblunni · 8 years ago

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Mannnnn I just cannot get over how many great well-developed relationships there are within the Rune Factory 4 cast! Its just great how much all the different love interests interact with each other outside of their romance route, and how all the non-romanceable characters are still an equally big presence by being family/mentors/employers/best friends/etc to the love interests and to each other and everyone has a job role in the town and they have so many great interactions and just GAHHHH its so great!! Its like one big family made of families made of families then you marry into the family and the family and also the family perhaps. THEN YOU HAVE A CUTE CHILD. aaaaaa

Anyway.. umm.. lol... Yeah THIS IS BUNNI JUST FLAILING AT HOW GREAT THE GAME IS

ALL THE FAMS:

Ventuswill the mentor lady best friend/team mum/LITERALLY THE GOD OF THIS COUNTRY AND A GIANT DRAGON man i just cry forever for her aaaa Everybody’s own unique love for her, and how she kinda unites us all as a family aaaa The butler family coworker trio who met each other because of her! I really like to see it as clorica and vishnal having a brother sister relationship, they dont get any particular big scenes together but they just seem to be such cute friends who never have any of the rivalry you’d expect when theyre both competing as volkanon’s students. VOLKANON IS LIKE YOUR GRANDPA AND HE IS THE BEST CHARACTER The whole restaurant fam! You get to see it expand as the story goes on! And aaaa its just so heartwarming that porcoline adopts all these random homeless people and aaaa!!! DYLAS LEARNED TO COOK. THEY ALL LOVE THEIR STUPID TWIRLY GOOFBALL DAD. And its so nice that these very different personalities end up coming together and being like siblings when they probably wouldnt have befriended each other if not for this random stroke of chance. Its just so cute seeing margaret looking out for her new brothers, and dylas being so polite and formal to arthur, and arthur just being all ‘haha i dont know anything about having a loving family what a rare novelty’ *constantly crying inside* And they bicker sometimes and when they team up theyre a super powerful force, and theyre all like the parents to porcoline’s childishness and aaaaa super talented restaurant fam, super colourful quartet of hugs aaaa THEY ARE MY FAVOURITE OKAY And Forte + Kiel adorable siblings with the unique plot and semi tragic aspect of living alone together at a young age and each trying to take the place of their deceased parents and protect each other And then Bado is like their weird adoptive uncle who’s lived next door since back when their parents were alive, and promised to keep them safe. but he’s kind of a wreck of a man who’s perpetually messing up his silly get rich quick schemes but DEEP AT HEART HE CAAAAARES! but still he is kind of a mess and would probably turn up drunk on their couch half the time. i love him he reminds me of sirius black if he ate del boy from Only Fools And Horses to absorb his strength And then there’s Illuminata who’s like Bado’s evil twin kinda?? They should have more interactions, theyre the bad influence grownups duo XD And I just love the underrated relationship between her and her ‘sidekick’ amber, and how she’s kinda like a big sister who doesnt wanna be called one. I totally only have you here to serve my nefarious purposes! Umm, I mean, my purposes of justice!! And then she’s often playing the cool big sis to all the various female characters in the town, even though at the same time she’s also part of the ‘adults who need a mom friend’ group XD I think margaret and forte actually win the crowd of the true mom friends even though theyre not the oldest (I also like that they have an unlikelu friendship together, though i wish if margaret is allowed to have a canonical gay crush then why isnt she allowed to be a gay marriage option...) And then Lin Fa and Xiao Mei kinda dont stand out as much cos theyre more of a very normal mother and daughter, beyond Lin Fa just being this spacey super nice but super clumsy person. She’s not quite the funny parent-child like porco and co, but she’s funny in her own way cos of how cheerful and positive she is about all her failures. Xiao Mei got all the common sense! Its also nice and cute how Xiao Mei is physically clumsy but super competant and mature, while her mum is perfectly elegant yet completely scatterbrained. And they’re both totally huggable, Xiao Mei dont be jealous that everyone has crushes on your mum! I feel so bad when she’s all ‘i’ll never succeed cos i cant be cute in the same way as her’, as if there’s only one definition of feminine beauty or whatever. CAN YOU NOT SEE YOUR MUM HAS FLAWS TOO. you are powerful togetherrrrrr! i am just so envious seeing these characters with supportive mums that’re like their best friend and they can talk about everything together ^_^ And then there’s the doctor family with the super lovey dovey married couple of funnyness and mushy mush, and they adopt some orphans too~! EVERYONE ADOPTS EVERYBODY: THE GAME. I love seeing the cold and distant Dolce warm up to them and regain her faith that she wont be hurt if she loves someone again. Also Pico is very cute and hilarious! Even if again I get very annoyed at this game having so much queerbaiting, lol. I kinda laughed at the wiki saying dolce and pico were ‘like sister’, i mean seriously?? Pico is like your typical ‘looks like a child but is really 100′ love interest and dolce is the poor harem show protagonist who never asked for this XD I do like though that even if it seems dolce very much doesnt requite pico’s feelings, theyre still best friends either way. Pico’s super comedic flirting attempts seem to come off like she’s completely aware that dolce doesnt love her back, and she just wants to make some humour out of the situation to let dolce know she still cares about her even if they’re never gonna date. Its nice, we dont often see relationships like that in fiction, a childhood friend who confess a crush, gets turned down, and it actually ends positively and they remain friends. Its just a shame it had to be like... one of the few openly LGBTQ characters in the game, and nobody is ever allowed to date anybody or have a happy ending or be a romance route or even mention the word gay, even as theyre constantly being incredibly vocal about how its canon these characters have crushes on each other. gahhhhh. I mean we literally have doug and dylas proposing to each other and confessing their love but LOL HA its just a ~wacky misunderstanding~ but btw lets just rub it in that they are VERY MUCH intended to be seen as gay by the audience but theyre not ~really~ gay even when we say they are and GAHHH okay sorry im getting offtopic now :P Anyway its really sad that Pico is stuck as the same unchanging ghost child while her best friend grows up and marries someone else. And man, she had to spend all those years guarding monster form dolce until someone was able to free her, and we dont even know how pico died so her life could have even more tragedy in it. After all that I guess its a relief that she can be this comic relief jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold manzai duo partner to dolce and also like the freeloading friend on her metahphorical ghost couch. And its nice how much the doctor couple completely accept ‘dolce’s friend’ and are some of the few people who never remotely worry about her haunting the town. And then AAAAA there’s the four guardians themselves who’re like a family cos they were all people who were like family to ventuswill in different time periods, and then met each other for the first time when they were purified from their monster forms and bonded over how much they all love the same friend. And theyre such a badass quartet of cool monsterfolks!! And I like that they have lil relationships inside the quartet, like how dolce and amber are polar opposite sunshine and grumpiness but dolce secretly likes her a lot more than she lets on, and how leon likes to tease dylas but also kinda be his wingman. And I like how leon takes this role to a lot of the other batchelors too, he’s this totally shameless frat boy big brother figure XD “HEY PROTAGONIST DO YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT DOUG’S SEX LIFE” And then aaaa doug and granny blossom AAAAAA granny blossom is probably the character who gets the least scenes, backstory, and general focus, but I still love her a lot. And they have a good dynamic together! I like that it starts off seeming like just a completely normal grandma granson relationship, but then you learn later that he’s adopted, and that he actually began as a spy for the evil empire who realized the error of his ways after infiltrating the town and finding so much love inside it. And then he’s just so scared cos blossom’s illness might bring her to an early grave, and he’s always being disobedient and rebellious because he wants to do anything to protect her even if she tells him not to put himself at risk and AAAAAA

why are there so many amazing fams and theres even so many small hints of characters who maybe only interact once or twice and then there’s room to headcanon even more fams and AAAAAA and the protagonist’s place in the complex web of fams is up to you to decide!! ITS LIKE EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED IN A GAME

oh and randomly I liked that xiao mei’s father isnt a major character in the game, but there’s not any tragic reason or anything. he’s just a travelling merchant and lin fa is very accepting of her husband being gone off on trips for long periods of time, she has every confidence he will never stray away from her and she supports him pursuing his travelling dreams! and also it was funny how his one brief appearance has him with the generic traveller 3d model, to point out how much he isnt a main character compared to his wife XD and it was just really cute how happy everyone was when he visited, and how the player accidentally helps improve their family business! and aaa the backstory story about arthur’s mother is SO DAMN SAD, and dolce’s biological parents who she left behind when she sacrificed her life, and just AAAAA even the tiny one-line-only minor fams are such quality fams FAMS GAME REVENGE OF THE FAMS

#bunni plays rf4 #please someone shut me up

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Is that my shirt? Mr. Dumpster Fire.

WARNING: slightly steamy! also, my vague remembrance of history

Sam had been sitting at the kitchen table, writing another piece of legislature urging the other colonies to join the fight for independence, for what felt like centuries. In reality, it had only been five days, but still. The only reason he ate was because you made him, and the only reason he slept was because, well…

You could be very persuasive.

Sam groaned, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand as he continued writing. The candles in the room were flickering, down to their last wick, and he vaguely wondered how late it was. You had gone to bed hours ago, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head before heading off to sleep, and the only thing keeping Sam from joining you was his determination to get this document done.

Except he couldn’t stop thinking about your soft lips on his, and the way you curled into him when he held you to him, and the sweet noise you made when he would kiss you as he pressed himself into you, making both of you sigh contently. He groaned, running his hands through his hair as he felt himself grow… excited…at the thought of being with you. You were only a few rooms away, so close… He licked his lips as he thought of you; you were probably already asleep, looking like an angel with your mouth slightly open and your hair splayed all over the pillow. Glancing down at his half-finished work, Sam concluded that it would be there when he woke up in the morning, so he stood up, blew out the candles, and let his feet carry him to where he most needed to be—with you.

You felt the bed dip, and you smiled, eyes still closed. You had heard Sam come in, heard him take off his clothes and drop his boots near the door, and you sighed, happily, as Sam put his arms around you, holding your back to his chest.

“Would it be safe to assume that you didn’t finish your work?” You asked.

He chuckled behind you. “Yes it would,” he moved his hand, sliding it under your shirt and pressing his fingers against your neck, feeling your pulse beat beneath his fingers, “What are you doing awake, sweetheart?”

“Well,” you hummed, “I was fast asleep before my charming, devilishly handsome husband snuck into my bed and begun to seduce me.”

“Seduce you?” Sam laughed, pressing his forearm against the curve of your breast. “Oh baby, I haven’t even begun to seduce you.” He flipped you over, boxing you in with his arms on either side of you. He grinned as he looked down at you, bathed in the moonlight coming in from the windows, illuminating your face and making you look like the goddess that you were. He wanted to melt into you, wanted to cover your flesh in kisses and whisper how much he adored you into your neck as he filled you with his love. Sam took a breath, and he felt his heart skip a beat. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down innocently, playing with the collar of Sam’s shirt—the same shirt he’d worn under his red vest and suit the day he spoke up to the Continental Congress. “This shirt?” You asked, batting your eyelashes. “Why yes, I think it is.”

Sam licked his lips, staring at you unblinkingly. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “I can say with no hesitance that you look much better in it than I ever have.” He felt himself grow warm at your answering smile. You were so beautiful. He was so lucky. “But, I have to say… I think you would look even better without it.”

You giggled, and Sam wanted to fall asleep and wake up to that giggle for the rest of his life. “If that’s what you think,” you wiggled underneath him, “then why don’t you help me out of it?”

That was all you had to say—Sam sat up and pulled the shirt off of you, laughing with you as he tossed it across the room. He leaned down and kissed you, feeling your softness and warmth underneath him, and he knew he was made for this—for you. Sam never felt more complete, more whole, more worthy than when he was in your arms. All of his insecurities and doubts, all of the pressure that was on him—self-inflicted and otherwise—melted away in the time he was with you, alone with you, able to be husband and wife without anyone else interrupting.

As the night went on, and Sam kissed and caressed and held you, and you kissed, caressed, and held him in return, Sam felt himself getting inspired anew. You were everything to him, and Sam would do anything to make sure you lived a safe, happy, free life. As he held you, your naked body curled into his with your head on his chest, Sam thought of the tyranny he saw every day in the streets, the brawls, the riots, the public whippings, and he pictured you in those scenarios. Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on you. He couldn’t let that happen.

“I can feel you thinking,” you said, eyes still closed as you cuddled up with Sam, “New ideas?”

“A few,” he leaned down and kissed the top of your precious head, “They can wait till tomorrow…”

“No they can’t,” you looked up at him, smiling warmly, “Get that hard, rebel behind to that table and write.” You kissed his waiting lips before speaking again. “I’ll be here when you get back, and you can wake me up again.”

“Hm… That’s what they call incentive,” he kissed you again before climbing out of bed, making sure to tuck the covers around you before tugging his pants back on. He looked down at you, his soft, sleepy angel, and smiled. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you closed your eyes and snuggled into the mattress, “now go and write something to incite the people.”

“Yes ma’mm,” he grinned, kissing you once more before heading back to the table, refreshed and ready to work. After all—

—he had something to look forward to when he was done.

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