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marauder-misprint · 3 months ago

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hii! i love your writing so much and just saw that your requests were open!!

i was wondering if you could do a remus x reader based around davy crochet by the backseat lovers? its just always kinda reminded me of remus (but then again everything reminds me of that man). but the part where is says “i guess there’s some things that you shouldn’t know, but i’ll tell you anyway” just felt like remus trusting someone enough to tell them about his lycanthropy, remembering that maybe he shouldn’t tell them but he does anyway. and then the rest of the chorus just feels like things would happen with remus, laughing, teaching him crochet bc he would be interested in your interests, skipping class. just very remus, very marauders.

this is my first time doing a request so i’m so sorry if this was like not good LOL

A SONG REQUEST OMG! THANK YOU! ❤︎❤︎❤︎

Very excited for this request! Lots of fluff, bit of angst, mutual pining! ALSO, this is a very sweet song so thank you for introducing me to it! And I do not crochet so the bit that talks about crocheting is what I know from brief googles

I hope you enjoy ❤︎

Davy Crochet

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

5.4k words

cw: fluff, angst, mutual pining

Remus’ friendship with you wasn’t as loud as his friendship with the Marauders. The friendships began in very different ways. The boys were forced upon him, all of them being sorted into Gryffindor. With you, Remus just had the lucky habit of studying in the library.

At first, you were just a girl who studied at the table next to his. Every once in a while, your friends joined you and Remus’ friends joined him, but more often than not, it was just the two of you with more space than either needed.

Then you were the girl who studied at the table next to his. That happened around third year when Remus started stealing glances at you and becoming increasingly intrigued by you. Such a pretty girl consistently studying alone so near to him, yet still so far away. You were just out of reach.

Remus thought you would stay that way. Sure, you had classes together, but he never had a real reason to talk to you. He wasn’t like James and Sirius who could strike up a conversation with a wall with ease. He needed a real, solid reason to start talking to someone new.

The fates took pity on him during fourth year. Remus had staked out his table early in the day. Then sixth years descended upon the library in herds; he was certain it was every goddamn sixth year in the castle. That meant that when you came into the library, your usual table was already occupied.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” you asked, your voice sounding like a sweet melody to Remus’ ears.

“Of course. Feel free,” he answered, gesturing to the chair across from him.

You took it with a smile on your face as relief washed over you. You couldn’t focus on assignments anywhere.

Remus thought it would just be for the day. But then the sixth years returned to the library every day for the next week or so and you sat at Remus’ table every day. And then when the sixth years stopped hogging every other table in the vicinity, you still sat across from Remus.

“See you tomorrow, Remus,” you’d say before you left every time now.

A promise that you’d be back. And the way you said his name made his heart flutter. You had been out of reach, but now? You didn’t seem so far away.

Maybe that’s why Remus ditched the Marauders during Defense Against the Dark Arts to sit next to you. It came as a surprise to you and the boys, but you weren’t complaining. And then Remus took another step and sat with you during Charms, History of Magic and Ancient Runes. Just enough classes to ensure he saw you multiple times a day and could hear your voice more often.

You found his presence next to you in class pleasant. He wasn’t obnoxious. He paid enough attention. He smelled nice. He offered you his notes if you missed something. He would murmur the answer to a question if you were called on and you didn’t know the answer. And he was a cute distraction when you needed it.

Okay, you had to admit to yourself eventually that him sitting next to you was more than pleasant. You loved it and wished he sat next to you in all of your classes. But that was a dream you kept to yourself.

You were feeling especially bored in History of Magic. Goblin rebellions seemed to always start because of the same handful of reasons and ended the same way. You took out some spare parchment.

‘Hi’ - you wrote before sliding it toward Remus and tapping his arm with the end of your quill.

He looked down at the parchment, smiled and wrote something back.

‘Hi’

‘Does Binns know half of the class is sleeping?’

‘Half - That’s a low estimate’

‘I’m optimistic’

‘Chess tourney in the C.R. last night. i’m the only gryffindor awake’

You stifled a laugh as you cast a glance around the classroom to see that Remus was in fact correct. Not a single other Gryffindor was awake and Professor Binns was too enthralled with his own repetitive lecture to notice.

‘you can use my shoulder as a pillow if you need :)’

Remus tried not to blush as he wrote his response.

‘Someone has to take notes’

‘Youre not’

‘i’ll read the chapter’

‘When? This weekend?’

‘Maybe’

‘So you’re not going to hogsmeade?’

‘Im going’

‘Then ill see you there’

It was another promise of seeing Remus again. Not that you didn’t see each other every day. But it had the air of looking forward to seeing him and Remus’ head grew fuzzy if he thought about it for too long.

The notes, evenings in the library and running into Remus at Hogsmeade didn’t end when fourth year did. They carried on as you got older. Although you had offered your shoulder first, you often used Remus’ shoulder to nap during the History. He always provided you notes of anything important you may have missed; this maxed out at like three bullet points per nap thanks to Binns’ overly redundant lectures.

Being fifth years, your time in the library expanded. It now included time before dinner, in free periods and more often on the weekend. You got into the habit of bringing your crochet with you. It made for a nice break when you needed a break from the endless assignments or a distraction from the handsome face across from you. Every once in a while, you catch Remus watching you work on your current project. He smiles through the pink blush that dusted his cheeks before turning back to his assignments.

Despite your attraction to Remus, all you two were was friends and it didn’t feel like he’d be returning your feelings any time soon. So you felt no qualms when Marcus Marley started talking to you and flirting with you. He walked you from class to class to a while. He made you laugh and there were a few Hogsmeade dates. Your feelings for Remus were tucked away into a deep corner of your mind as Marcus took center focus.

You were convinced that things were going good. He was walking with you to the library after classes.

“Hey, this isn't working. You’re a pretty girl and all, but let’s not continue this, okay?” he said, barely looking at you as you stood just outside the doors. “Okay. See you around.”

He walked away like he hadn’t just broken your heart. He didn’t give you a reason for leaving. He just left. And that made it hurt all that much more.

You entered the library as you had planned to do anyway. You walked to your usual table and sat in your usual spot across from Remus. It’s there in the comfort of your daily sanctuary and across from one of the kindest people you know that you break. Tears begin streaming down your face in perfect silence. Even when you felt broken, you couldn’t disturb the peaceful quiet of the library.

Remus had looked up and given you a smile when you took your seat, but you hadn’t been crying yet. It takes him a little less than a minute to realize that something is wrong: you didn’t move to take out any assignments or your current crochet project, so he looks up again. He sees the tears. Immediately, he puts down his quill and gets up. He’s crouching at your side with a gentle hand on your shoulder within seconds.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he coos. His voice is soft and full of concern.

“Nothing,” you choke out.

Remus doesn’t believe you for a second. He pulls your chair back from the table and takes your hand. He leads you away from prying eyes, through endless shelves until you’ve practically reached the edge of the library. He places his hands on your shoulders so he can look at you straight on.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asks.

You shake your head with your lips pressed together. It’s not convincing. You’re still crying silent tears. You know if you open your mouth, all that will come out is a sob.

“Come ‘ere,” Remus whispers and pulls you into his arms.

They wrap around you, holding you close to his chest. His hands rub soothingly along your back. He whispers sweet nothings of “you’re okay” and “it’ll be alright” until you stop shaking. You weren’t even aware that you were shaking until you were pressed against something firm. Pressed against him.

After a while, you’re able to whisper, “Got dumped.”

“Oh, darling…” is all that Remus allowed himself to say as he continued to hold you, hoping it provided some comfort.

He didn’t dare say more. He didn’t know what else he could say that wouldn’t give away how much he fancied you. He wasn’t pleased that you were so upset, but he did like that you were no longer dating someone who wasn’t him. As you continue to cry into his sweater, Remus can’t help but think that you fit perfectly in his arms.

You appreciate that Remus didn’t ask questions about it. Not many guys you know would’ve let you cry into their sweater without saying much for as long as you needed. Once you composed yourself enough to go back to your shared table, you knew that you still wouldn’t be able to focus or get much work done. Not when all you could think about now was how nice it was to be held by Remus.

You swore of boys for a while as your professors assigned more and more homework. You still spent plenty of time in the library with Remus, but all it continued to be was friendly. Nothing more.

You went to Hogsmeade with your friends. You had spent a good portion of the day going into various stores with them. It was a much needed break from the endless hours pouring over essays and worksheets. Even if you weren’t actually buying anything, you enjoyed window shopping. You paused outside the bookstore on the way to Zonko’s and looked to your friends. No one else wanted to go in and you didn’t really care for Zonko’s so you told them to on ahead. You’d find them later.

The bell of the door tinkled as you went in alone. You browse the shelves by yourself for a few minutes, going deeper and deeper into the shop. And then you see a familiar figure.

“Remus?” you gasp.

He looks up from the book in his hand and a smile spreads across his scarred face.

“Hello!” he replies cheerfully. “Totally a surprise seeing you here.”

You share a laugh. You’d talked about this shop several times in passing. You look around the bookshop together.

When you leave, you ask, “Where’re your friends?”

The rest of the Marauders were noticeably absent.

“Zonko’s.”

“Hey, so are mine! Didn’t fancy going.”

“Me neither.” He looks around. “Fancy a butterbeer?”

You go to the Three Broomsticks together. If your friends saw you, they’d say you just went on an impromptu date with Remus, but you didn’t think it felt like a date. Was Remus a gentleman and even offered to pay for your drink? Yes, but that’s how Remus always is. If he was a girl, your friends wouldn’t think anything of it. And that’s what convinces you that this isn’t a date. The comfortable conversation and seemingly endless laughter and smiles? Those were just a result of being friends.

When you finally leave the pub to go back to school, it’s dark out.

“Shit, is it snowing?” Remus mutters, unconsciously pulling his coat tighter around himself.

You smile, looking up at the sky. Indeed, little flakes of snow were drifting to the ground. The downside to snow, though, was the cold that it brought with it. You hadn’t brought a coat with you to Hogsmeade. It wasn’t that chilly when you left the school’s grounds this morning, your long-sleeved shirt sufficing. Now, you were shivering as you walked alongside Remus.

“Where’s your coat?” Remus asks. “Here, take mine.”

He’s shrugging off his coat before you can answer and forcing you into it. You don’t protest. You know he wouldn’t accept ‘no’ for an answer. His coat is warm from his body heat and smells deeply of him. You sneak a sniff as you tighten it around yourself.

“Won’t you be cold though?” you ask, already feeling warmer in his coat.

He pulls at his sweater. “I got more layers than you do. I’ll be fine.”

You frown and say, “Okay, but if you get cold, just let me know. Actually, if I see you shiver once, I’m giving it back.”

“I won’t shiver. I’ll be warm enough.”

He was correct. He didn’t shiver once the entire walk back, not even on the bit of trail that goes by the Black Lake and is notorious for being colder than the rest of the path. He was so warm and content with having gotten to spend time with you at Hogsmeade that Remus doesn’t notice that you forgot to give him his coat back until he’s back in his dorm. You’d give it back eventually, right?

Some time in the spring, the two of you arranged to study outside rather than in the library during a period you both had free. By the time that period arrived though, you had finished all of your assignments. You didn’t want to leave Remus hanging so you brought your crochet. It wouldn’t be the first time you crocheted while Remus did homework.

When you pulled it out as you sat at the base of a tree, Remus gave you a curious look.

“That’s not homework.”

You hummed as the hooks weaved the yarn together. “Good observation.”

He watches you intently for a few minutes. His Transfiguration book sat forgotten in his lap. The subtle clicking of your hooks was mesmerizing, as was the repetitive motion.

“That chapter’s not reading itself,” you say, not looking up from your work. “I can feel you watching.”

“Teach me,” he says a bit rushed.

You stop working for a moment. You look at Remus with a tilt of your head.

“Would you teach me how to crochet? Please?” he asks again with a polite smile.

“You want to learn how to crochet?”

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “You seem to like it. Must be fun.”

You laugh, shaking your head. But you’re smiling.

“Do you… want to learn now?” you offer.

Remus’ book is put away at record speed and he moves to sit closer to you. You start with explaining your current project, a blanket. You tell him about the different hooks and yarn sizes. You teach him a handful of knots. You get lost in recounting your favorite completed projects.

The noise of students coming out of the castle to enjoy the beautiful day brings you out of your recollection.

“Oh, shoot, is the period over?”

Remus just smiles at you.

“Ended like ten minutes ago, I think.”

“Then we better get going! We are so late to Charms!”

“Ah, we’re already late. Let’s skip.” He looks down at the yarn laced around his fingers and hook that you’re letting him borrow. “You’re going to have to walk me through this one again.”

And that was the first crochet lesson turned skipped lesson. There would be more of those, especially as the weather continuously got nicer. On the occasional rainy day, Remus suggested you work on your projects in the Gryffindor Common Room. He had ordered his own yarn and hooks and patterns, but he still asked you for help and advice. While it was satisfying to create something cozy, Remus really enjoyed getting to spend time with you and the times when your hands brushed against his as you helped him correct a stitch.

By the time fall of your sixth year came around, you were constantly with Remus. In the library. In the Gryffindor Common Room. In his dorm. At the Gryffindor table during meals. If anyone asked, you were just the bestest of friends. As close as you could get while still maintaining that innocent title. The Marauders got used to you being around very quickly, just as your friends got used to Remus tagging along practically everywhere you went. You both received endless teasing from your respective friends. Because there was no way, according to them, that you two were simply platonic.

One evening, you and Remus were alone in his dorm. It was a rare occurrence. James, Peter and Sirius were all elsewhere. Quidditch practice, detention, common room, studying, with a girl, Remus didn’t know, nor did he really care. He was with you and that’s all he needed.

“Okay, so lay on your back,” you instruct Remus.

He does as told, laying backwards onto the floor.

“Grab your shoulders. Opposite sides, Remus. So your arms make a ‘V’ over your chest.”

“Okay…”

“Now, take a deep breath and start saying ha as you exhale. Keep saying it.”

“Ha… ha… ha…”

You press down on his arms so they dig into his chest. Within a few more ha’s, Remus falls into a fit of deep, full laughs. You let up, falling into your own fit of giggles.

“Where’d you learn that?” he asks as he wheezes, sitting up.

“Slumber parties from when I was little,” you say. “Everyone takes turns doing it. One of my old friends peed herself from it!”

“Must’ve been nice to have friends before Hogwarts,” he says a bit melancholy.

You didn’t know why Remus didn’t have friends before school, but you never asked. It didn’t seem like something that he wanted to talk about. He always got quiet when he brought it up. This time, it almost seemed as if he was jealous you had these lovely memories you could reminisce on and he didn’t.

Remus moved from the ground to his bed. You joined him there, sitting right next to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder; it felt like it was the perfect height for you. The two of you are able to sit in silence for a while without it being uncomfortable. Hours in the library doing homework trained you for peaceful moments like this. In the quiet, you debate asking Remus about his childhood, if he wanted to talk about it.

Then you felt Remus take a deep breath from under you.

“I need to tell you something.”

You angle your head to look up at him. He’s staring straight ahead with taut features. You're not sure if you’ve ever seen him looking so grim. It’s quite a contrast to how he was smiling when you were showing him the laughing trick. He’s certain he’s only looked this way once before: when he confirmed to the Marauders that he was a werewolf.

You sit up a little straighter and place your hand over his where it rests on the bed.

“You can tell me anything.”

“You… you say that, but what I’m about to say is going to change everything.”

You frown and give his hand a squeeze. You hope it’s reassuring.

“Change isn’t always bad, you know,” you tell him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’s felt the same things blossoming between you two as you have, as your friends have observed.

“I’m a… I’m a werewolf.”

“Oh.” It comes out as a shocked gasp of disbelief.

You don’t know what to do as you recall every lesson you’ve had on werewolves and their bloodthirsty tendencies. You shift away from Remus and end up sitting at the foot of his bed. You’re still on his bed though, which gives him a flicker of hope. And you’re facing him. That has to be something, he thinks.

He takes a deep breath before saying, “I’m a monster. I know I am. I just… I couldn’t go on with this-” He pauses to take another breath, this one more shaky than the last. “-without you knowing what you were getting into.”

You’re surprised to say the least. Everything you heard, everything you learned, everything you knew about werewolves told you to run out of this dorm and to stay as far away from Remus as you could. Because it was as he said: he was a monster.

But something keeps you sitting on the end of the bed, unmoving.

It’s the contradicting facts of who Remus is. The boy who let you sit at his table in the library wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t a monster when he lent you his jacket or when you passed notes to each other during class. He wasn’t a monster when he asked you to teach him crochet or when he made you laugh when you had been crying. He wasn’t a monster when you skipped class together.

You’re not sure what your expression was telling Remus as he stared at you, waiting for you to say or do something. You sat staring at each other for a few minutes. It was killing Remus to do nothing, but he knew that he had to wait. If you had run out, at least he would’ve known where you two stood. But you didn’t run out. You just moved to the foot of his bed and stayed. It wasn’t the brotherly comfort that James, Peter and Sirius had shown that night years ago. This was something else and he didn’t know how he was supposed to respond while he waited for you to do something more than stare at him.

But then you did. You move back to where you had been sitting, although you’re a hair off from the exact position. You’re not touching Remus this time, but you’re near him and that’s enough for him for now.

The quiet that you had shared minutes before returned, but it was different. Now it felt like you were both waiting for the other to talk.

“You’re not scared of me?” Remus asks with a weak voice.

“I, um, I’m terrified,” you say, your own voice on par with his. “It’s just… It doesn’t feel real. I’m supposed to believe you’re classified as a five-x creature? You? I can’t…”

“It’s a lot… I know,” Remus says, letting his head fall forward. “But it’s true.” You don’t respond right away. You’re trying to sort through your spinning thoughts, a compilation of fears and questions. The silence, however, is suffocating for both of you.

“How many people know?” you ask, thinking that if this was common knowledge, more people would be frightened to even look in his direction.

“Dumbledore and some of the staff. Sirius, James and Peter. You,” he lists off.

You swallow thickly before bringing yourself to look at Remus. The list was much smaller than you had expected. No Lily. No Marlene or Mary. No Emmeline or Dorcas. No Weasleys or Prewetts. No Benjy. None of the other houses’ prefects.

“You trust me that much?”

He lifts his head to return your gaze. His hand hovers above yours with the tentativeness of not knowing if he was allowed to place his on yours.

“I trust you more than I’d like to admit,” he whispers.

You nod. It feels a bit peculiar how until now, you would’ve answered that question the same way. Maybe you still would.

“And what happens now?” you ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, now I know. I don’t think you want me to go around telling people. Do we still study together? Do you still want to crochet? Do I still come sit in your dorm? Am I okay to hug you when I’ve had a shit day? What happens now?”

“Ah.” Remus sits up a bit, looking away from you for a moment. “I suppose that’s up to you.”

You close your eyes and nod. “Then we go back to how things were before you told me. For now, at least.”

Remus wasn’t exactly sure what you meant by “go back” but it sounded like nothing was to change. For now.

The two of you sat in silence for a while. You stayed until Peter arrived, back from wherever he had been.

“I’ll see you later, Remus,” you say before heading out.

Remus doesn’t say anything, which Peter finds odd. He doesn’t ask Remus about it. He just gets ready for bed. The dorm is quiet until Sirius and James barrel in together.

“Moony! Wormtail! That’s where you two are!” Sirius exclaims.

Peter acknowledges the two boys, but Remus continues staring with unfocused eyes. He was too deep in his own mind to notice that more of his friends were in the room.

“Moony?” James asks, leaning against the post at the end of Remus’ four-poster bed. “You got another week before the full. What’s up?”

The mention of the moon gets his attention.

“I told her,” he says. “I shouldn’t’ve told her.”

The other two boys’ heads snap toward Remus.

“You told her?” Peter repeats as James and Sirius sit at the foot of Remus’ bed. Remus nods.

“And she took it bad?” Peter continued.

Remus shook his head.

“Then she took it well?” Sirius asks.

He shook his head again.

“Moony, you gotta talk to us. What happened?” Sirius pressed.

“I think…” His throat was too dry, too scratchy to talk. He tried to swallow but it hurt. “I think we’re pretending I didn’t tell her.”

The boys didn’t say anything. They didn’t know what to say.

“She’s terrified of me,” Remus whispers.

Peter frowns at that. “She didn’t seem terrified when she left.”

“She’s terrified of me,” he says again. “So we’re pretending I’m not what I am.”

The boys exchange looks, each varying in their reaction. They all thought the same thing though - you can’t pretend that Remus isn’t a werewolf once you know. Once you know, the facts and the patterns are too blatant to ignore. It’s easier to look past when you don’t know. The boys knew that they took the news that Remus was a werewolf better than most. The fact that you hadn’t run out screaming was a good sign. The fact that you seemed to still want to be friends with Remus was a good sign. But they knew, even if Remus refused to say it out loud to them, that it wasn’t quite the response you needed to have if you were to have a romantic relationship with him.

You try to come to peace with the fact that Remus is a werewolf over the next few days, which bleeds into weeks. As the full moon waxes and wanes, you notice the changes in Remus. It’s obvious. The way he’s paler, moves slower, the bags under his eyes darker, the new bandages on his arms when he rolls up his sleeves.

You still sat next to him in classes and met with him in the library. You try to talk like you always did, but there’s something off in the air between you. It doesn’t feel like the same. It doesn’t feel quite as it was. You don’t spend as much time in the Gryffindor Common Room and at their table as you used to. You hope it wasn’t too obvious to all of your friends that you were suddenly putting a little bit of space between you and Remus, but that was wishful thinking. You’re just glad your friends were being non-confrontational for once. You wouldn’t know how to explain it if they asked.

It’s Sirius who calls you out on it. He saw you leave the Great Hall from breakfast and got up to talk to you.

“Hey!” he calls just outside of the hall. “Can we chat?”

You turn to wait for the curly haired boy.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

You felt silly asking that. You knew what was up.

“Remus.”

Yup. You could have called that form the moment you heard his voice. You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Right…”

“Walk with me?” he asks and you nod again. “You can’t pretend he’s not what he is.”

“I’m realizing that,” you say softly. “Two weeks ago… I’d never noticed it.”

“It took us until third year to figure it out and we live with him. Don’t beat yourself up over it. But it is weird to not have you around as much.”

You let out a breath. “It’s weird not being around you all… But I don’t know how… how to go back to normal? How do you get past everything we’ve been taught?”

Sirius nods understandingly. “It can take time, but you have to understand that nearly everything we’re taught in lessons is from people who’ve never spent much time with one. And if they have, it’s not one like Remus.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“I didn’t tell you about Remus. What do you think?”

You chuckle softly. Then you bite your lip as you stop walking, turning to face Sirius.

“I fancied Remus before he told me.”

Sirius’ lips tugged upward. He knew it.

“You know, he’s still the same Remus as before. He’s had his furry little problem since he was young. You’ve never known him without it, none of us have. And he’s real careful with it, if you’re worried he’s going to hurt you. Hasn’t hurt anyone at Hogwarts, or before from what I’m aware of. And, you didn’t hear it from me, but he would never hurt you on purpose. Even on accident, he’d beat himself up forever for causing you any kind of pain. He cares for you. More than I think you know.”

“He cares for me?” you echo.

Sirius nods. You think back to the night Remus told you about being a werewolf.

I couldn’t go on with this without you knowing what you were getting into.

This? Maybe Remus had told you he felt something between you.

That thought repeats in your mind during your morning lessons. You’re not sure if you’re glad or not that you didn’t have any classes with Remus. If you had, maybe you would’ve spoken to him and been able to actually pay attention.

You’re desperate to talk to Remus when lunch rolls around. He’s already sitting in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table when you get there. You give Sirius a soft smile as you approach them.

“Remus? Can we talk?”

He looks at you hesitantly. He can guess where this is going. You’ve decided that you can’t be friends with a werewolf and you hope that he can understand. You’re just going to let him down gently. It’ll be an attempt to not provoke him. Because, of course, he is a dangerous monster.

He follows you out of the side door. He moves slowly though, like his limbs weigh ten times their normal weight.

“I don’t want things to be the same,” you say. There’s a firmness to your voice.

He looks at you with sad eyes. “Oh, okay…”

Everything about him tells you that you weren’t clear enough. You mentally kick yourself for not saying more.

“When you told me about your… what did Sirius call it? Your fuzzy secret or something? Whatever. That. Um, when you told me about it, you said that you couldn’t go on with this. This was something other than friendship, right?”

Remus fidgets with his hands nervously. But he nods, unable to make eye contact with you. So you were going to reject him in more ways than one. Wonderful.

“Well, now that I know, we… we can go on with… with this. Right?”

He stops fidgeting. He’s completely stilled and he’s still not looking at you.

“That can be different than before. Erm, being something other than friends… more than friends.”

“You’d really want that? With me?” Remus asks quietly, his words uncertain.

“I wanted it before,” you say slowly. “And the feeling hasn’t gone away.”

You pause as you reach for his hands. When they touch, Remus brings himself to meet your eyes.

“I think… I think it’ll take time to get used to knowing… about your…”

“Furry little problem,” Remus fills in for you.

“Yes. That. Erm, it’ll take time, but I will get used to it. If you help me.”

“Help you…” Remus spoke as if the words baffled him.

“Help me by being my boyfriend? I’m sure if we spend more time together, it’ll make getting used to it a whole lot easier.”

“Then let me help you,” he says, a smile finally appearing on his face. “Call it returning the favor for the all those times you helped with my crochet.”

“Your puff stitch is still atrocious. We’ll have to spend a lot of time on that.”

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ballroamblitz · 2 years ago

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caramel pie | J.P

summary: james smells caramel pie on the amortentia potion

james potter x fem!reader

word count: 3.750 content: teeth rotting fluff, angst warnings: crying, reader blushes notes: one thing about me is i love me some amortentia fic with a side of james fluff ughh also i listened to glue song by beabadoobee while writing this :) p.s i accidentally posted this on my side acc so if anyone wanna be mutuals my main blog is @beastofbrden :)

- Someone please, kindly remind me why I decided that continuing Herbology after the O.W.Ls was a good idea? - Y/N huffed out, sitting at the Gryffindor table for lunch.

The four boys sitting around her laughed.

- Learned a lot today, uh? - Sirius asked, ironically.

- Oh yeah, loads! We had to feed toad flesh to those terrible toad-eating plants. For some reason, mine just didn't feel like eating it without regurgitating it all back on me!

The boys went hysterics, and even the girl couldn't help but laugh along.

- There's still a little piece there - James pointed. - Here, let me take it out for you.

He took out a small chunk of toad flesh off her hair.

- Well, may I remind you, Y/N, that no one told you to keep up with Herbology. We all dipped from it while we could and no one else has pieces of toad on our hair - Sirius noted, clearly getting a good laugh out of the girl's toad disaster.

- I just didn't want to hurt Sprout's feelings!

She sighed and brushed her hair with her fingers, only then looking at the food in front of her.

- Merlin, I'm starving! Could eat anything right now.

- Even toad? - Remus joked, sending the group on another laughing crisis.

By the time of dessert, Y/N started scanning the table for something. Clearly not finding it, her panic started showing.

- Oh no. Where's the caramel pie?

- They didn't serve any today - James replied, needing all the strength on his body to stay deadpanned. The other three boys were deep in conversation, and him being the one sitting closer to Y/N (as always) only he noticed the girl's agitation.

- What??? What do you mean they didn't serve any? In the six years I've been here they never not served it and I can't believe they chose today to…

- I'm just joking - James pulled a plate that was hidden behind the steak pudding, smiling playfully at the girl - Saved it for ya.

- James! I would go mad if they stopped serving this pie, y'know! - she let out a relieved breath.

- Nah, don't worry. They will keep serving it, or I would fight the elfs for ya.

- One day I’ll hide your figgy pudding, then we’ll see.

- You wouldn’t dare, missy.

James watched with a soft look on his eyes as the girl took the first bite of her favorite dessert.

- Thank you for saving me a piece, Jamie - she leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment to show gratitude. When she got closer, he smelled the vanilla scent of her hair and the caramel pie on her lips.

After lunch, the five went straight to Slughorn's classroom.

- Good evening, dears, good evening! Now if you could get up and get closer, I want to show you something!

The whole class shifted near the table Slughorn was sitting behind.

- Here, we have a very special potion. - He pointed towards a bubbling caldron full of a crystal clear liquid - Very tricky to make, very characteristic and perhaps one of the most dangerous we can brew. Can anyone tell me it's name?

Y/N's hand rose in the air.

- Yes, ms. Y/L/N.

- It's Amortentia, or simply the love potion. Since true love can't really be produced by any sort of magic, it causes more of a crush or an obsession.

- Correct. Ten points to Gryffindor! - Slughorn smiled.

- Nerd - James whispered, messing up Y/N’s hair.

- Sod off, Potter.

- You see, one of the most intriguing things about Amortentia is its scent. Everyone smells something different, because its scent is completely dependent on what each person feels personally attracted to. Now, who wants to come forward and tell me what it smells like?

No one volunteered. No wonder, since it's a very particular thing to simply say in front of a whole classroom.

- No one? I'll pick someone then. Let me think... - Slughorn scanned the faces around. - Ah! Mr. Potter, you will do.

James was caught by surprise. He had been distracted by the warmth radiating off Y/N, that was almost resting her head on his chest.

- Me? - he asked and pointed towards himself.

- Of course you! Is there any other Mr. Potter?

The whole class laughed as James stepped closer, his signature boyish grin splashed on his face.

- Now Mr. Potter, lean in and smell the potion.

James ran his hands through his hair and did as told. One single sniff and his smile fell off his face completely. The scent was unmistakable: vanilla and caramel pie. Vanilla body cream, caramel pie for dessert, everyday. He had the urge to see if Y/N wasn't standing next to him, but he knew she hadn't moved from across the table. He knew he had to lie. If he said what it smelled like to him, everyone would know it was Y/N's smell.

- So, Mr. Potter. Whenever you are ready to share.

He looked at where Y/N was. She was looking at him, just as well as everyone else. She looked relaxed, the potion's glow making her look specially pretty, angel-like. Think of something, fast. Something not at all related to what you are really smelling, something like...

- It’s wood and broomstick polisher.

- Very well then Mr. Potter. Looks like you've got a thing for Quidditch, uh?

The class laughed, and everyone looked convinced. James Potter, Quidditch captain, smelling broomstick polisher and wood? Fitting. James high-fived himself for his quick thinking, and let out a relieved sight. Now, no one would go around thinking the wrong things.

Later that night, in the common room, however, the potions class was almost burning a hole through James' head. Slughorn said Amortentia smelled of what attracted each person the most. Attraction was romantic, sexual attraction. But Slughorn had been pretty vague, hadn't he? He could've meant attraction in any context. It could mean anything. It could mean platonic love, right? If Slughorn didn't think much of James smelling Quidditch, it probably meant it could smell of anything the person liked a lot, right? But it was a love potion. That caused passion. And Slughorn said he had a thing for Quidditch. A thing. But he didn't have a thing for Y/N! He loved her, of course. Everyone knew she was his best friend, they did everything together and she was probably his favorite person in the world. Yeah, maybe he went to extreme lengths to see her happy, and yeah, maybe he was a bit too affectionate with her, but she was his best friend.

- Can't do homework anymore. - James was ripped off his thoughts by Y/N's presence. She threw her backpack at the ground in front of the sofa he was in and layed down - My brain feels like mush.

James looked at her. Her head was resting on his lap, and she looked extremely comfortable. That was obvious, since they always had been this affectionate towards each other. They both were very touchy people, and it felt natural to be in constant physical contact. James was always happy, eager even, to be like this with her. In a platonic way. Obviously. Today, however, her skin on his felt like it burned.

- How was it? - James asked, coughing to conceal the way his voice failed a bit in the first word.

- Homework? Awful. It's not that difficult, but it's too much. And it just seems pointless, you know? What will I actually learn from writing 19 inches about toad eating plants? Nothing, I tell you what! - The girl sighed and closed her eyes again - Just wanna go to sleep, really.

He didn't know what to answer. He normally would have made a joke about the plants, added more criticism about essays or something. But he didn’t even do his homework, with how paranoid he was. For the first time ever, he was completely speechless in her presence. Her eyelashes were resting peacefully on her pink cheeks. The light from the fireplace made her skin look more flushed, and her hair had a golden glow to it. She looked awfully pretty. James knew that, of course. She had always been pretty. But tonight.. when she moved her head a little bit, he smelled the amortentia smell. Vanilla and caramel pie, just as strong as it was that afternoon.

- You are way too quiet today, Jamie. - She opened her eyes and he felt something weird in the pit of his stomach - Ate too much pudding?

- Yeah, probably.

She stretched and yawned, sending another wave of vanilla and caramel pie to James' nostrils.

- Going to bed - she got up. Her hair was messy and the light from the fireplace behind her looked like a halo. - Night, Jamie.

She lowered herself and pecked his cheek lightly.

- Sleep well - her soft voice was way too close to his ear, turning James' legs into jelly.

He watched her going up the stairs to the dormitory, and the place she had kissed burned long after she was gone.

He had no reason to be this nervous for the potions class the next morning. Slughorn had already moved on from amortentia, since it was a difficult, dangerous and time-consuming potion to make, but James was half hoping the potion would be brought up again, and half hoping everyone would collectively forget about it completely. Slughorn didn't mention the potion again, moving on directly to Felix Felicis. He watched the whole class on the edge of his seat. He had decided he would ask the teacher about the potion just to calm himself down. Just to make sure. Everyone had been really concentrating on making the best draught of living death the whole period, but James just wanted the class to end so he could ask Slughorn and stop eating himself alive.

- Alright, alright. Congratulations mr. Snape on your draught. Truly outstanding! - Slughorn said, raising a round of applause - Class dismissed!

Everyone started to gather their backpacks and leave, but James made sure to stay back. He pretended to be very interested in a weird type of algae that Slughorn kept in a little ampoule. Just a few more moments and then he'll say that no, I don't have romantic feelings for Y/N and that i just really like caramel pie or something, and then i'll stop going mental...

- Gillyweed. - Slughorn’s voice dragged James off of his daydreams

- Uh? - James frowned in confusion, wondering what the teacher was talking about.

- The algae you're looking at, Mr. Potter. Gillyweed. Helps the person breathe underwater.

- Oh, yeah, right. Professor Slughorn, I was wondering if I could ask you something.

- Sure, my boy, ask away - Slughorn encouraged while distractingly stacking some parchments.

- I was wondering… about the Amortentia potion.

Slughorn stopped his movements and lifted his eyes directly to James.

- Oh, I see - He looked very amused, for some reason. - What were you wondering?

- Let's just say a friend of mine smells it and it reminds him of someone. It could smell like someone he just truly cares about, couldn't it? Like, it doesn't necessarily mean he's in love with the person that the scent reminds him of, right?

Slughorn's lopsided smile grew bigger.

- I'm afraid, no, my boy.

- What? - James felt like the classroom got three times smaller and hotter by the minute - But I smelled wood and polishing oil, and I'm not in love with a broom, am i?

- Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter... - Slughorn chuckled. - I think we both know you didn't smell any of that.

James felt his face getting warm and red.

- But, if you did, that would mean you have a crush on a Quidditch player, let's just put it like that. Amortentia is a very strong love potion, and we can only smell things in it that romantically attract us very deeply. Those of us that aren't in love with anyone would smell something quite abstract. But if this friend of yours smelled amortentia and recognized the scent as someone's, then boy do I have news for him. Does this answer your question?

- Hm, yeah, sure. - James agreed. He felt like he was gonna fall down from the absurd speed at which his mind was racing. - Thank you, Professor.

- Anytime. - James began to leave, completely out of it. - Oh, and Mr. Potter?

- Yes? - James turned around, hopeful that Slughorn would start laughing and admit he was joking.

- Tell your friend I wish him the best of luck with this new, blossoming love.

As James went out of the classroom and up into the common room, he deeply regretted not stealing that ampoule of gillyweed and swallowing it whole. That way, he could spend the rest of his days in the black lake with the merpeople. I bet amortentia wouldn't smell like anything down there, he thought.

For the rest of the week, James spent every waking hour trying to not think about what Slughorn said and what it meant, and he was succeeding. He kept himself busy with classes, Quidditch and even homework. He also did his absolute best to avoid everyone. He ate before anyone else and made sure he was far away from the great hall by the time he knew Y/N and the rest of the Marauders would go down to eat. In classes, he sat very distant and left early. He even pulled some pranks he didn't even feel like pulling on Filch to get detention in the nights he couldn't schedule Quidditch practices. He walked the halls in the invisibility cloak. Anything to keep his thoughts away from the big fire alarm going off inside his head. The only problem was that he missed Y/N in all of those moments. When he was doing homework, he missed the sound of Y/N's pen scratching the parchment next to him. While he ate, he missed the warmth of her body next to his, the satisfaction humming while she ate her pie . He missed laying down together after homework. He missed seeing her on the stands at practice. He even realized that the real fun in pranks wasn't the actual thing, but to see Y/N laughing hysterically afterwards. To put it quite simply, it felt like he was sleep walking all the time. He couldn’t go on avoiding her forever, but what he was gonna do, he had positively no idea.

Until Friday night.

It was late, and he had been in detention. Filch had made him write “I shall not turn the school’s trophies into pigeons” a hundred times, and his hand was hurting from all the repetitive writing. Normally, he would have complained, but this time, he was glad for the distraction. Enjoying detention, he thought bitterly while crossing the fat lady, I must be really going mad. His grouchy thoughts were interrupted by a sound. It sounded like.. crying. Or better yet, it sounded like someone was sobbing their heart out. He looked around the empty common room, but didn’t see anyone. He followed the sound to the sofa near the fireplace, where he and Y/N always rest after studying. Before you turned into a chicken.

Y/N was laid on the sofa, her face buried in a cushion, her whole body shaking with her sobs. James was flooded with panic.

- Y/N, baby, what happened? - he cooed, his voice altered with anxiety. Y/N never cried, except when something very serious happened.

Y/N looked up like she thought she was seeing visions.

- Jamie? - her voice was soft and shaky, her eyes were puffy and bloodshot red, like she had been crying for multiple hours. The hurt on her eyes broke James’ heart in a thousand pieces.

His mind raced with possibilities: maybe someone was mean to her? Maybe someone died? Maybe she was hurt? The thought of her being in pain panicked him even further. He sat down and pushed her into his lap, laying her head on his shoulder.

- Are you hurt, baby? Where does it hurt? Please, tell me.

She cried violently on his shoulder. He inspected her legs for bruises, but she seemed well physically.

- Y/N, tell me what’s wrong, I can’t stand to see you like this - he begged. - Did someone hurt you?

The question seemed to trigger something on the girl, because suddenly she was on her feet, out of his arms.

- Did someone hurt me? Seriously? - the tears streamed down her face, but her eyes glimmered with something new: anger.

James was confused, to say the least. He noticed that she was wearing one of his old sweaters, one that had vanished from his suitcase a few weeks ago.

- Baby...- he begged some more.

She looked as if he had twisted a knife on her wound.

- Don’t you dare “baby” me, James. Not after ignoring me like the plague for a whole week!

Oh. Oh. James had been so involved with his own confusion regarding the amortentia incident that he forgot almost completely that Y/N didn’t know what he was doing, or why. She was crying because he hurt her feelings. That was a lot worse than if she was crying because of another person: he could’ve gone out to kick said jerk’s ass. But if he hurt her, what was he supposed to do? Punch himself?

-Y/N - he cooed, apologetically. - Y/N, I…

She showed him her palm, urging him to stop talking.

- You don’t have to explain wanting to be away from me. I’m sure you had your reasons. But you could have at least told me that you wanted some space from me, or something, because I’ve been miserable, and…

She thought he wanted space from her. The sorrowful shaky breath that escaped her lips mid-sentence threw him over the edge.

- No, no, no… - he repeated while pushing her back into his lap - Oh my god, Y/N, no…

He caressed her hair while she sobbed violently on his shoulder. Her fists were closed tightly on his shirt, her tears dampened his neck, and he couldn’t recall the last time his heart ached this badly.

- Did I do something? Did I bother you? I’m so sorry.. - she whispered softly, like she was voicing what had been repeating in her head over and over again during the last few days. Her words were laced with anger, resentment, but, above all, hurt. He wanted to double over in pain.

- Listen - James lifted her chin up gently, forcing her to look into his eyes. - I’m the one who’s sorry.

The tears kept coming, but she was listening.

- I shouldn’t have avoided you last week, and it’s not your fault, okay? It’s my fault. I’m the one who got scared.

She looked confused.

- Scared? Of me?

James would have to confess what happened at Slughorn’s class. He had given zero thought about his messy feelings, and even though unraveling them in front of Y/N scared him endlessly, he would have to do it, because he could never let her think that he wanted space from her. That he wanted anything but to be close to her, at all times, if he could.

- Please - she asked, incisively, noticing his wariness. - Tell me.

He took a deep breath, feeling vulnerable, raw. As if he would undress himself fully in front of her.

- Remember Slughorn’s class about amortentia? - Y/N nodded, encouraging him to move on - He asked me to smell it, right, and I…

- You said it smelled like broom polisher.

- Well, yes. But I lied. - he decided to avert his gaze to the ceiling, or else he would never talk. - It was caramel pie and vanilla cream. So, I smelled… you.

Silence. A moment, two. He couldn’t muster the courage to look at the girl. He felt her hand grazing his cheek, urging him to look at her..

- Jamie… - She looked wonderstruck, and his heart seemed like it wanted out of his chest - Really?

- Really.

James was sure he’d never seen something as beautiful as Y/N after his response. She was smiling the biggest, most shiny smile he had ever seen on her face. Her eyes shined like gemstones at him, so soft he wanted to cry.

- Do you want to know what I smelled? - she asked, soft as a feather.

His heart somersaulted when she brought her face closer to the side of his neck. She whispered on his ear:

- I smelled… - She sniffed his neck once - Sandalwood - another sniff, followed by a chuckle - Broomstick polisher…

She distanced herself, looking deep into his eyes.

- And homework parchment. And fireplace naps. And figgy pudding.

His heart was hammering against his ribcage. Y/N smelled him. On the amortentia potion. Him.

- Y/N - James whispered, all warm and fuzzy on the inside. - Really?

She didn’t answer, just grabbed his hand, the warmth and softness of her skin overwhelming his senses. Placed his hand on top of the point of her chest where her heart was. Through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel her heart beating faster than a hummingbird's. She never unglued her soft eyes from his.

She likes him. Suddenly, all the thoughts he had been avoiding throughout the week came crashing down on him, like a dam.

James was an affectionate friend. He liked physical touch. But he never liked it half as much as he did with her. James was a thoughtful friend. He remembered things about his friends. But he remembered every single thing about her. He was a sensitive friend. He hated to see his friends suffering. But every time he saw her cry, it was like his heart was being crushed. James was an attentive friend. He loved spending time with friends. But when he was away from her, he couldn’t even function properly, like he was missing one half of him. Y/N is his best friend. But she is more, too. He loves her. But there’s something else: he is in love. Amortentia never lies, after all.

When his hands tangled on Y/N’s hair, he smelled vanilla cream. When he kissed Y/N’s lips, he tasted caramel pie.

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venusdoeswriting · 1 month ago

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if you asked the marauders era characters what "one day, i am gonna grow wings" means to them

James: "Well, I don't know. To me, it reads as them saying they'll escape the life that they're stuck in. Fly away and escape. Kinda reminds me of Sirius, in a way."

Sirius: "To find freedom in death. To find solace in the death that awaits you, as it does everyone."

Remus: "I think it means to escape the bounds of human life. To go beyond the trivial life that we all live. To grow wings, to be an angel is to be needed, to be instrumental. To find a purpose beyond the realm of human mundaneness."

Peter: "To succeed! To finally become the person you see yourself to be and the angel you always believed you could be."

Lily: "To become the person you've always dreamed you could be. To earn being that person. To fight, and to work, and to deserve it."

Marlene: "Finding courage to give yourself the life you want. Working past the fear and the worry to simply exist in the life that you live.

Mary: "I think, being free. But, in many different ways. To me, it reads as finding freedom in death."

Dorcas: "To finally be the person you've always known you were meant to be. To soar past expectations of you and become everything you know you are."

in short, the brainrot of this song has been consuming me and i would be happy to make a part 2 with more characters if anyone wants that. (i lowkey have a really good one for snape lol)

#marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #wolfstar #jegulus #dorlene #let down #radiohead

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maxdibert · 5 months ago

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The whole thing with "Snape shouldn't have gone to the shack" is not surprising to me, because people also use that language for real victims.

Reminds me of one teacher I had, when I was studying journalism in college. She told us to always be careful about the words we use, because it can completely change the meaning of what you're saying. To exemplify, she used the news about a woman who was sexually abused and killed next to a waterfall.

In the news, a family member said something like "I told her she shouldn't have gone to that place".

My teacher explained: "So, is this person saying that it's the victim's fault she was killed? It may not be what they meant to say, but it is what they are communicating".

Language is everything when it comes to building a narrative because it’s through language that we shape the message of communication. It’s not the same to say, “The singer Shakira gets 1,000,000 views on her latest song” as it is to say, “Piqué’s ex-wife gets…” It’s not the same, and we all know why. Language can be misogynistic, it can be racist, it can be classist. Not language per se, but the way it’s used, the way a sentence or a text is structured. Words themselves aren’t malicious, but they are weapons, and in skilled hands, they can do a lot of damage. That’s why books are banned and even burned.

Saying, “Severus shouldn’t have risen to Sirius’ provocations” instead of, “Sirius shouldn’t have provoked Severus, putting him and his supposed friend Remus in danger,” conveys two very different messages. They might seem similar, but they differ in where the focus lies. In the first, responsibility is placed on the victim; in the second, it’s placed on the perpetrator. The first message is the same as when we see headlines like, “A girl is attacked while walking alone at 3 a.m. in the city center,” while the second would be more like, “A girl is attacked in the city center.” In one, the girl is the active subject; in the other, she is the passive one. In one, she is responsible; in the other, she is the victim.

I’m sorry, but no—Severus shouldn’t have had to think twice. Severus is the victim. Severus is like the girl walking alone, drunk, in the middle of the night. Saying he should’ve thought twice is like telling the same thing to a victim of rape, for example. Or like telling a woman who was beaten up, “Well, you knew what he was like; you shouldn’t have gone with him.” Excuse me? Sorry, but it doesn’t work like that. The person who chooses to commit the crime is the one at fault.

#severus snape #pro severus snape #severus snape defense #severus snape fandom #pro snape #anti snape #victim blaming #marauders fans #marauders stans #marauders fandom #the marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s

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hogwartsstudentconfidential · 6 months ago

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Welcome back to your favorite paper ever ;)

First off I wanted to wish everyone a very happy holidays seeing as they are coming up very fast.

Second of all I wanted to issue a warning because this party last weekend seemed to have stirred up a lotttt of drama.

And third of all, can someone tell me how Professor Binns is still teaching here? It's absolutely ridiculous. Not a single student can stay awake in that mans class.

Anywho as always here are our updates and informative section for the week.

Professor McGonagall has assigned a major project due before the holidays so pair up or swear up because if it's not done you're probably failing the year and nobody wants that. So pick your partners wisely and submit your mood boards that you think suit yourselves by the end of next week.

Here are some things that your mood boards should include: What you want to be after school, your favorite class, your family, your favorite things and in the center a picture of yourself ofc.

This Friday there will be another quidditch game. I know surprise surprise am I right? No. If you don't suspect a party or a quidditch game with every update where have you been? This weekend is Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor. Probably another party this weekend depending on if y'all are ready after this past weekend's mess.

On another note Mary MacDonald is hosting a cookie gathering a couple of days into Christmas break so I'd like to remind everyone all are welcome except Riddle, Avery, and ESPECIALLY NOT MULCIBER.

And our final reminder is James Potters Christmas ball that will be held December 24th to the morning of the 26th. Please dress appropriately for such an important event.

NOW ONTO EVERYONES FAVORITE PART (I know that's why you're here) ✨THE GOSSSIPPPPP✨

Boy do we have a lot of gossip this week y'all plus some photographic evidence ;)

Let's start with our favorite dramatic couple, Pandora Rosier and Lucius malfoy. It seems the two broke up, this we all of course know but immediately the girl went on a date with another man, Fabian Prewett. Isn't that crazy? Moving on after being in a relationship for such a long time. Although no one seems to blame the girl after finding out Lucius is the one who ended things. The same boy tried making up with his ex-girlfriend only to find her coddled up with the red headed Gryffindor at the party this past weekend. Lucius dropped his make-up gift for his ex and ended up starting a fist fight with the Gryffindor instead. Who then ended up calling Pandora a whore. Ouch that one's gotta hurt.

Severus Snape and a few others ended up breaking the fight up after Pandora was pushed harshly onto the ground by Fabian, with no apology and then it seems the intoxicated blonde girl ran off in tears after the fight, leaving Lucius to pack up his smashed flowers and fix his own bruised knuckles without anyone's help.

And then (ikr it just keeps going) the girl ended up posting a sad love song dedicated to missing the boy. Is there a possibility Pandora is ready to take the boy back?

Now onto Anastasia Selwyn everyone's favorite Slytherin Princess. The girl who seems to have everyone but one wrapped around her finger seems to have had a little fun this past weekend. Miss Selwyn was seen running off with none other than Gryffindor rival, Phoenix Harvey. The same boy posted lipstick stains all over his neck that seemed to match the shade of Anastasia’s own lipstick. Could this be an enemies to lovers story in the making?

Speaking of making out it's been noted that Edmund Avery and Elias Smith were off getting high and drinking together at the party and even caught making out? Are these two friends hiding a different relationship than what they've been telling everyone?

Our proof that was sent in. I mean at this point just ask each other out, Godric.

I've been told to note Remus Lupin and Sirius were hogging a couch and snogging the whole time all of this drama was going on. Hogwarts it couple for real.

Now speaking of couples it seems Andromeda Black has found herself a new boyfriend. The young daughter of Black seems to have gone on a date with none other than Ravenclaw quidditch captain Alexander Kemet-Ali. The two were spotted at a little restaurant in Hogsmeade, seemingly close to one another and even being rumored to have shared a kiss. May this be a new Hogwarts it couple joining the ranks?

(Andromeda and Alexander)HAHAAHAHAHA I HAD PROOF.

Another area of interest is our very own Veronica Davis has posted an interesting question on her blog.

This is her blog from yesterday. It seems we may have a new one for the girls ;)

And onto our last but most interesting gossip for the night. Has anyone seemed to have noticed Mary MacDonald was nowhere to be found during the party? Her ‘good friend’ Emmeline was looking for her during the whole party but the girl was rumored to have gotten lost in the confusing corridors of the school. Only for her to show up a day later with a small bruise and the news that Mulciber was in very bad condition and needed to be brought to Madame Pomfrey, which she refused to do herself. If anyone wants to sign up to whoop Mulcibers ass after he heals the sign up sheet will be posted in the great hall.

Oh and Marlene, honey I'mma need you to act up or something cause I miss writing about you, darlin'.

Anywho that's all for now. Don't forget to send in your gossip for next time.

Have a nice night and remember I'm always watching.

Tah Tah 💋

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gigglesandfreckles-hp · 6 months ago

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Hello!!

7 for the Spotify prompt pretty please??

Now you're taller than you've ever been There's a mark on the wall, you see I'm sure that someone will draw a new one And cover it before they leave House Song by Searows

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Her finger trails down the wall, tracing each notch, each January 30th etched into the wood. She remembers standing as tall as she could, her socks slipping on the hardwood as she’d call for her dad to mark her new height. Her finger catches on the most recent one, almost a full foot shorter than she is now. She closes her eyes, the image vivid: her last year at home before Hogwarts, always away during her birthdays after that.

A soft knock at the doorframe pulls her from the memory. She turns to see James standing there, a large cardboard box balanced in his arms.

“That’s the last of the kitchen,” he says, his voice quiet, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

She nods and turns back toward the wall, her hand falling back to her side. “Everything’s finished, then.”

The box shifts with a faint clatter of dishes as he sets it down on the floor. His footsteps are light as he comes to stand beside her.

“Thanks for coming,” she says, her voice steadier than she feels. “And tell your dad thanks for the help with the Portkey. I—”

“Don’t mention it,” he interrupts, shaking his head.

“It would have taken ages for me to do this all by myself. I…I really appreciate it.”

She senses rather than sees him nod beside her. “Anytime, Evans.” His voice is warm, familiar, and when he takes another step closer to the wall, she notices his gaze lingering on the notches. “That you?”

A small smile breaks through her sombre expression as she watches him trace the path her fingers just left. “Yeah. My dad used to measure me first thing in the morning on my birthday each year.”

“1970,” he reads aloud, pointing to the highest mark.

“Yeah.” Her chuckle is soft, wistful. “We got a bit behind.” She takes a breath, her voice quieter. “Suppose it’ll all be painted over soon anyway.”

She tries not to dwell on the implications of that. Another thing taken from her, one of the last pieces of proof that her parents were living and breathing only a short time ago.

“Petunia’s meeting the new owners this weekend?” he asks after a moment.

She nods. “Vernon’s grabbing the last of the boxes tomorrow. Tuney said it was…” She swallows hard, her voice tightening. “She said it would be easier, for us not to all be here at the same time. Not in the way of each other.”

James looks at her, and though she keeps her eyes on the wall, she can feel his gaze, searching for something. He’s too good at finding the cracks, at gently pressing on the parts of her she’s gotten used to keeping hidden.

“Come here,” he says abruptly, turning to face her.

“What?”

He steps closer, gently guiding her by the shoulders until her back is flush against the wall. His movements are careful, deliberate, and she realises almost immediately what he intends to do.

“James,” she sighs, exasperated, but there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips despite herself.

“Just hang on a minute,” he says, already reaching for his wand.

As he leans in, she becomes acutely aware of him—of the warmth radiating from his chest, the way his arm brushes hers, and the scent of him, earthy and clean, with a faint trace of something sweet. It’s utterly distracting, and she has to remind herself to breathe.

The wand slides lightly along her scalp, and then she hears the faint scratch of it against the wall above her head. His brow furrows in concentration, the tip of his tongue peeking out slightly as he works, and she can’t help but watch him—really watch him.

She doesn’t usually let herself look at him like this, but today is different. Asking him to come with her had been a bold move, and she still isn’t entirely sure what made her do it. Mary or Hestia would’ve made more sense. Even Remus.

But it was James she’d wanted here. James who made her feel… well. She still isn’t sure. Safe, maybe. At peace.

“There,” he says, stepping back and pocketing his wand, his grin widening as he gestures toward the wall.

She turns to look, her breath hitching.

“Your turn,” she says softly, her voice steady but quiet.

“It’s your room, Evans,” he protests, shaking his head. “I don’t—”

“Just stand still,” she interrupts, gently pushing him toward the wall. Her hand rests briefly on his chest, and he lets out a sigh of quiet defeat, stepping back until his shoulders meet the surface.

He watches her as she stands on her tiptoes, her wand poised in her hand. Her other hand finds his shoulder for balance.

Lily stretches upward, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration as her wand scratches into the wall above him. When she steps back onto her heels, she smiles up at the mark with quiet satisfaction, her hand lingering on his shoulder for a beat longer than perhaps strictly necessary.

James turns to look, and when he sees the mark, a grin spreads across his face.

1977

He chuckles and throws an arm around her shoulder, tugging her into his side.

“The new owners are going to be so confused,” he says, his tone laced with fond amusement. His gaze flickers between their marks on the wall—the notches tracing her childhood, the singular, deliberate line she’s made for him. “What freak accident happened to the girl with the yellow bedroom in 1977 that made her shoot up like a beanstalk?”

#more soft 7th year pre-dating jily because it's my favourite #my fic #jily #james potter #lily evans #writing prompts

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buttercupd1ed · 2 years ago

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PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER: YOUNG REMUS LUPIN X READER

Summary: Remus is tired but he denies it.

Remus goes through the cramped and closed corridors of the train to the back where his friends, the Marauders, are. He finally arrives and enters the cabin they're in.

"Morning Moony," greets Sirius with a grin, now that everyone is finally complete.

"Hey guys," Remus greets him back with his raspy morning voice. He would always be wide awake and energetic at six in the morning.. what happened with him?

"Too sleepy to notice me, huh?" You tease with a soft voice and a chuckle, then he turns his head to you and widens his eyes a bit in surprise.

"Sorry Buttercup, I'm just really tired.." He groans as he slides his bag on top of the bag rack. He then takes the empty seat next to you.

"Take a rest, Remus. You've got dark circles under your eyes," says Peter who's just looking out for his friend, and Y/N nods.

"I-i'm good, what do you want to talk about? New pranks? Any gossip?" He says in between a yawn whilst fluttering his widened eyes to become much more awake.

"Remmy, no. Take a rest, please?" You request concernedly as you just want to have the best for your lover. You didn't want it to escalate to sickness.

"I'm fine, Y/N." He reminds in a whisper as his eyes fall half-closed. You sigh then pull him closer to you with both of your arms with a struggle. He really wasn't able to support himself.

"What are you doing?" Asked Remus.

"Put your head on my shoulder," you instruct whilst combing through his hair. Luckily, he hummed in agreement and did so instead of declining the offer. His head wasn't heavy, fortunately.

You did a few things to put him to sleep. You stroked his palm, combed his hair with your fingers, patted his back and head, gave him kisses on the forehead from time to time and hummed a song to him quietly. These made him fall asleep peacefully, and after a few hours you felt drowsy as well. You then rested your head against the wall and closed your eyes, only seeing pitch blackness and feeling the heartbeat of Remus.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #young remus lupin #young remus lupin x reader #fluff #fan fiction #Harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #remus #lupin #remus x reader #lupin x reader #x reader #reader #hp #Harry potter #maurauders #maurauders era

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twentythree-yearoldlizard · 6 months ago

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so based off the poll results, majority wanted me to write these one shots for a Marauders' Band AU. So here's the first one:

Remus Lupin does the BuzzFeed Puppy Interview:

Remus shoots the camera his shy smile that makes people’s stomach do the thing. “Hi there, I’m Remus Lupin and I’m here with Buzzfeed to answer some questions with puppies.”

He’s wearing an all-black outfit: a black knit sweater that looks warm, paired with black trousers and sturdy black boots. His right wrist is adorned with bracelets; a plain black one with the word ‘moony’ next to a full moon, a beaded one with a star and moon on the centre and a band that reads ‘The Marauders’ with a wolf, dog, deer and rat. His left wrist is free, but he has multiple rings on those fingers.

“I’m really excited and also a bit nervous, because I love dogs. I really do. But I want them to love me too, so,” he ends with a chuckle.

“I don’t know if they’re going to like me.”

Cuts to a clip of a puppy licking his entire face.

“I don’t know if we’ll connect.”

Cuts to a clip of Remus carrying two puppies, with another in between his legs.

“And I doubt I’m going to be able to answer your questions in any form, when I’m-Oh my god!” He’s cut off as a golden retriever runs towards him.

“Hi,” he says, letting the puppy smell his hands.

Remus coughs out a breathy laugh as the golden retriever jumps into his lap. Just then, a pair of corgis start nibbling on his shoelaces, to which Remus laughs and mutters, “You two are trouble, aren’t you?” They reminded him of James and Sirius.

Remus laughs for ten seconds as a Jack Russel walks slowly towards him and wastes no time on laying his head on Remus’ thigh and starts to fall asleep.

“Hi loves, I’m Remus” he says, as one of the corgis joins the golden retriever on his lap.

Question 1- What’s your favourite thing about meeting fans?

“It’s just this…really nice feeling I get. Like I feel giddy, whenever a kid waves at me or some fans who’ve said that our songs helped them in tough times. It just gives this sort of nice feeling,”

“No..no,” he says as a corgi pulls on his sleeves, “this is one of my favourites, you can-okay then.” He finishes in defeat, as it manages to pull out a string.

Question 2- What’s the hardest part of being in a band?

“No privacy,” says Remus, he himself startled by how fast he answered. “I mean like...” he says, rubbing the Jack Russel’s belly, “When you live with James and Sirius, who have co-dependency issues, and Peter, whose love language is physical touch, you’ve got to throw personal space out the window.”

Question 3-Describe the way you see your bandmates.

Remus is quiet for a while, as if he’s thinking, while letting the puppies climb all over him.

“There’s James, who I connect with like a brother. He is a ray of fucking sunshine and if I am insecure or sad, he makes me listen to all the 764 reasons for why he loves me. And then there’s Peter, who is like the calmest person I know. He is the friend you need when you just want someone to listen to you. He is always there for you, even if he never says it, you’ll still know that he’s there for you.”

He smiles as the golden retriever settles on his shoulder and one of the corgis has decided to take a nap on top of Remus.

Remus starts with a smile, “And well there’s Sirius, who is one of the most beautiful souls out there. He’s one of the first people that made feel valued and always looked at my scars like they were some kind of treasure. He’s also made me realize a lot of things about myself and uh…yah, our bond is a bit more…special than the rest, and we’ve come a long way, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.”

“I am scared to move,” he whispers, as the Jack Russel snores loudly on top of his thighs, golden retriever asleep on his shoulder, a corgi on his belly and the other held within his arms.

Bonus puppy stuff:

The corgis start fighting with each other. “Am I supposed this stop this or something?” Remus asks, looking lost. Just then one of the corgi trips and falls on the sleeping Jack Russel. It opens its eyes, confused. Remus bursts out laughing, which ends up making his face as red as a tomato (and that's a win for all the video editors out there).

PS: Its my first draft btw. i guess ive done good. lmk if its bad, i need honest feedbacks. also gonna put this on ao3, which is my first time ever. and this is set in pre-wolfstar period or they are established but hiding it from public (choose whichever you want)

#marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #mauraders #the marauders #band au #sorta pre wolfstar #first draft btw idk how to feel

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aceofspades42 · 7 months ago

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Okay so I was chilling writing a song because I'm a closeted singer. And it slowly (very rapidly) became about wolfstar and jegulus. And one of lines I wrote reminded me of a post I saw earlier about how regulus wonders if he was raised like James was then he might've been more like him. And about how it was interesting because one of the big things about them is how they're polar opposites and those to things made me see symbolism.

So Jegulus is seen as a sun and a star right and Wolfstar is A moon and a star

And the symbolism is that jegulus would be the same the way that the sun and a star are the same. If James was raised like Regulus he would've been just as suppressed and mysterious. And if Regulus was raised like James he would've been just as carefree and wild as him. The way that the only difference between the sun and a star is where they were when our galaxy started existing. The only difference between James and Regulus is where they were raised.

Wolfstar is different because the stars and the moon are different Remus will always be a little closed off but still drawing attention and then hiding before he becomes to much only to slowly come back out in an endless cycle. And Sirius will always be one amongst a million but he's a constellation he could've been like everyone else but he's different he makes sure you notice him he Chose to be different. Very different the moon and the stars but they're both apart of the night sky both beautiful on their own but together they're breathtaking. The way Remus and Sirius both are different and amazing on their own but anyone can see that they belong together.

I can find the original post but if anyone knows what I'm talking about could you tag me on it so I can give credit?

#2nd super long post in a day #wolfstar #jegulus #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #the sun and the star #the moon and the star #anyway

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mushroomlupin · 2 years ago

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Sirius' Surprise Party

Pairing: marauders era!james potter x f!reader

Summary: james and reader have been best friends since they were little. what happens when there's drunk declarations of feelings at Sirius' birthday party?

Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,499

James Potter was warm.

He liked the band Queen and he wasn’t afraid to dance to his favorite songs.

He enjoyed hot cups of tea with extra milk and sometimes cinnamon sprinkled into it.

He smelt of broomstick wood, honey, and musk.

The most important things to him were his family and his friends.

His laugh could light up an entire room.

Yes, James Potter had an invincible ego, but his heart easily matched it.

The good thing about being neighbors was that it brought people who were close by even closer. James was your best friend because of this.

He would aid in catching frogs in the rain, laughing whenever they jumped at you and caused you to shriek. The two of you would build only the biggest snowmen, with mismatched buttons for eyes and a wonky carrot for the nose. James would take his own winter hat off and plop it onto the snowman’s head.

“There,” he’d say with a proud smile. “I think we should name it James Jr.”

“Why does it have to be your name? Why can’t it be mine?” you’d ask.

“Because, he’d never be complete without me!” he’d grin and point at the beanie.

Every time.

You were thinking about that specific memory when you heard a voice.

“Alright, Y/n?”

You turned your head, seeing Remus descend the stairs from the boy’s dormitories.

You shrugged.

“Can’t sleep.”

He nodded.

“Same.”

He sat down by the crackling fire, making himself a cup of tea.

“What’s plaguing your mind?” you asked him, straightening yourself on the Gryffindor sofa.

He sighed.

“Full moon in two days. You?”

“Potions essay,” you lied.

He nodded once more, sipping at his tea and opening a book in his lap.

“If you need help with it, you can always join us in the library. Lily’s quite knowledgeable on Potions. She always comes,” he offered with a small smile.

You knew Lily was exceptional at Potions, she was the reason you were doing so well in the class.

“Thanks, Rem,” you smiled. “I might take you up on that.”

You did your best to fake a yawn and stretched your arms.

“I think I’ll try to go to sleep. I hope you feel better.”

He offered a smile in thanks before returning his eyes to the pages on his lap.

You ascended the stairs to the girl’s dormitories, making your way to the room with Mary, Marlene, and Lily. You watched in envy as they slept, knowing you’d return to your tossing and turning.

***

You woke up, your brain and body clinging to the one hour of sleep you got as you dressed yourself and made your way to the Great Hall.

“Oi!” you heard from the Gryffindor table.

Your eyes scanned the long wooden bench, spotting a standing James with his hands waving at you in the air.

“I saved you some toast!”

You grinned, taking a seat next to him and digging in.

“How’d you know I’d be late?” you asked.

“Moony said you were up in the common room late last night,” he said, concern clear on his face. “What’s keeping you up?” Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Nothing,” you were quick to say to defend yourself.

He looked at you, brows furrowed.

“Right… Well, hurry up, so we don’t get points taken away from McGonagall for being late,” he reminded you.

You finished your food, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach from nerves.

“Are you excited?” he asked, grabbing your books and carrying them for you as you both made your way through the halls to Transfiguration.

You frowned. “Excited for what?”

He gasped.

“Only the best house party of the year!” he exclaimed. “It’s Pads’ birthday today, we’re holding a surprise party for him tonight.”

You raised a brow.

“How does he not know you guys are holding a party for him?”

He grinned, pride wafting off of him like an aroma.

“We’ve been going along with a plan for days now, acting as though we have no idea it’s his birthday. Moony is ‘too busy with the full moon’,” he used his fingers as quotations.

“Yeah, but that’s actually true,” you interrupted.

He rolled his eyes.

“That’s not the point!” He shook his head. “As I was saying, Wormy is ‘too busy with Herbology work’ and I’m ‘too busy trying to perfect a prank on Snivellus’!”

“I seriously doubt he believes any of that,” you admitted.

He shrugged.

“You’d be surprised.”

***

By the time the party came around, James was right; Sirius truly was shocked. The common room was filled to the walls with people. He may have been right that it would be the biggest party yet as well.

But, you were too exhausted to have fun. After rejecting Lily and Mary’s multiple advances to get you to dance with them, you leaned against a tapestry, brooding as you held a glass of firewhiskey in hand. You watched in disgust, and honestly envy, as everyone practically got it on with each other; Marlene and Dorcas were snogging on a couch, Remus and Sirius were snogging not even five feet away from them, and there was a Hufflepuff couple getting handsy with one another next to them as well.

You saw James talking to a younger Ravenclaw girl, who was twirling her hair in her fingers, and you decided that that was the last straw. You tipped your head back and emptied the rest of the alcohol down your throat, that familiar burning feeling residing in your throat and belly, before you set the glass down somewhere and made your way up to your dorm. Maybe you could at least get some sleep, you thought. You felt your body sway up the stairs and all the way to your room, where you sat down on your bed and immediately felt tears start to well up in your eyes and a choked sob left your mouth.

“Y/n?” What now?

“Please leave me alone!” you begged, now fully crying into your hands.

You heard footsteps come toward you.

“No way,” James sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers and cupped the back of your head. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head.

“Everything,” you croaked. “I’m the only one in that common room that’s not feeling someone up.”

He stifled a laugh.

“Do you want me to find someone you can get handsy with? Because I will, you best believe I’ll make it happen.”

You shook your head once more, tears falling down your chin.

“I could’ve killed that Ravenclaw girl,” you muttered.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you’d just said.

“Amelia?” he asked with a chuckle. “Love, she was asking me about Peter! I was his wingman!”

You put your head in your hands with a groan.

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded. “I don’t even know why I’m getting upset about that…”

“Hey,” he tapped your shoulder, mentally asking for your attention.

You looked up at him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t like the thought of you getting handsy with someone else,” he admitted.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m not Sirius… But speaking of Sirius, it’s his birthday and we’re having a huge party for him down in the common room!”

You shook your head, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“I’m serious, James!”

“Happy birthday, then!”

You rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“Fine, fine!” He put his hands up in defense. “No more jokes.”

You shook your head once more, fighting a smile.

“If you don’t want me to be with anyone else, and I don’t want you to be with anyone else…” he trailed off, “Then what does that mean?”

You shrugged.

“I suppose it means whatever we want it to mean.”

His hand grasped yours, fingers intertwined.

“Then it means whatever we want it to mean,” he confirmed with a nod.

Your chest felt full at this declaration between the two of you.

“James?” you asked.

“Yes?” he pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Your heart was going a mile a minute.

“Does that mean you can…kiss me?”

“Y/n,” his lips broke out into a grin. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that my entire bloody life.”

He grasped your face in his big palms and crashed his lips against yours, your lips finding a smooth rhythm. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his brunette curls, pulling at them experimentally. He moaned against your lips, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate.

He pulled away for a moment, his lips a shade darker and plump.

“I guess I did find you somebody to get handsy with,” he winked.

“Don’t ruin this!” you warned with a laugh.

“I can think of a way to ruin you,” he wiggled his eyebrows, bringing your lips back to his.

Sirius Black’s surprise party sincerely was the. Best. Party. Ever.

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