#tonks fic

[missdblack22]

Hace algunas semanas, tuve una conversación sobre el ship RemusxTonks con @maxdibert (criticándolo) y me inspiró para escribir este fic. En realidad, lo escribí en diciembre, pero se me olvidó publicarlo.

Título: Perdóname, Dora. No puedo hacerlo.

Sinopsis: Remus no puede vivir en la misma casa que Nymphadora sabiendo que en su vientre lleva un hijo suyo que podría ser licántropo y sufrir el mismo rechazo que le pasó a él en su infancia y edad adulta. Por eso, decide abandonar a su esposa, ayudar a Harry en su misión y huir para siempre.

Personajes: Remus Lupin y Nymphadora Tonks.

A few weeks ago, I had a conversation about the RemusxTonks ship with @maxdibert (criticizing it) and it inspired me to write this fic. I actually wrote it in December, but I forgot to post it.

Title: Forgive me, Dora. I can't do it.

Synopsis: Remus cannot live in the same house as Nymphadora knowing that she is carrying her child who could be a werewolf and suffer the same rejection that happened to him in his childhood and adulthood. Therefore, he decides to abandon his wife, help Harry in his mission and flee forever.

Characters: Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.

[engie-ivy]

@wolfstarmicrofic 20th: Established Relationship

241 words

"Oh my god," Tonks says, as she gives Sirius a hug. "I can't believe you invited my ex. How embarrassing.”

Sirius just rolls his eyes as his cousin releases him. Well, technically she's not actually his cousin, but his cousin's daughter, though she's closer to him in age than Andy is. That's why he has always looked at Andy as his aunt and Tonks as his cousin.

"Really, Tonks?" Sirius gives her an unimpressed look. "Remus and I have been married for almost a year by now. Are you going to keep saying that everytime you see us?" He shakes his head. "It stopped being funny at the wedding.”

Tonks just grins. "Au contraire, my dear cousin. Au contraire. It'll never stop being funny. It's just a brilliant story, how I asked my best friend to pretend to be my date to a family function, just to piss off our dear matriarch Irma, only for you to actually fall in love with him and end up marrying him!”

“You know,” Sirius says, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as a teasing smirk appears on his face. “I'd almost think you're just jealous. Jealous that I pissed off matriarch Irma more than you ever could.”

Tonks crosses her arms over her chest. “I'm willing to admit that a gay marriage to a penniless socialist activist is a tough one to beat,” she says airily. “But I haven't given up yet!”

[sk1fanfiction]

blood of the covenant/water of the womb

The Black sisters are so tragic.

I mean, imagine:

As kids, Narcissa is the baby sister that the elder two dote on, while both Narcissa and Andromeda look up to Bellatrix, the proud, beautiful, powerful, accomplished, perfect eldest sister, who has always known who she is and where she's going, but especially Andromeda, since they look so alike she's always been encouraged to act like her too but since Narcissa doesn't have the stereotypical Black looks and her parents didn't follow the Black naming scheme she's encouraged to be her own person a little bit more.

At Hogwarts they're all Sorted into the same House, Slytherin, which only increases their bond. Bella does really well at school, probably the top of her class, which makes Andy, who's only a year or two behind hyperaware of where the bar is. She walks, talks, and dresses like Bella.

Until

Andy follows in Bella's footsteps (who's probably Head Girl by now) and becomes a prefect, but she gets assigned to do rounds with a Muggle-born Hufflepuff. And despite everything she'd been taught, everything she knows to be true, she finds herself falling for him and the worst part is she can't tell anyone, even Bella, the one she has always been able to confide in, always reassured her and set her on the right path.

Meanwhile Druella and Cygnus are arranging Bellatrix's marriage to Roldophus, someone she doesn't even like never mind attracted to but because she's the perfect Black and the perfect daughter she has to do it. And Andromeda sees and fears how she could get trapped, too, how there's another Lestrange boy in her year.

Meanwhile a strange foreign Dark Lord comes to dinner and he's so different to Roldophus and all those other men who think because she's a woman she must be weak and she's just a vessel for their pureblood children. And despite the way she shouldn't feel this way, Bella doesn't care. He listens to Bella's opinions and he takes her seriously and he sees her magical talent and her thirst to prove herself and he's not scared of her in the way others say that she's 'too intense.' And when he offers to train her, and adds that he never does this, she says, one better, I'll follow you.

Andromeda and Narcissa watch this strange man burn the Dark Mark into their sister's arm and they don't know what to think. Narcissa's scared Bella will put herself in danger, that she'll do too much, give too much of herself because she doesn't know when to pull back. And Andy's scared Bella's going down a path she cannot follow, because deep down she can't say she believes in blood supremacy, can't say she hates Ted and she can't figure out a way through so she leaves.

It's like part of Bella's heart has been ripped out. They were all close, the Blacks, but Andy and Bella had a certain je ne sais quoi, they were thick as thieves and inseparable. Bellatrix is the one who burns Andromeda off the tapestry, crying while she does it, the scorned love for her sister, the anger and shame that Andy chose that Mudblood over her turning that love to bottomless hate.

Meanwhile Narcissa, the lucky one, watches it all. Narcissa is the one that gets it all, she's the only one who's able to marry for love and stay with her family but there's also this Andromeda-shaped hole in her and there's a Slytherin resentfulness of being Bellatrix's supporting act.

Every night that Bella is on a mission, Narcissa stays up, even while pregnant with Draco, until she knows her sister is safe.

That fateful Halloween she waits and waits and waits but Bellatrix never comes home. When she finds out her last remaining sister is serving life she completely breaks down. Won't sleep, won't eat. The thought of leaving Draco without a mother is the only thing that helps her hold on. Regulus, Andromeda and Sirius are dead/burned off the tapestry/imprisoned; she and Draco are the last Blacks, that makes their bond even stronger, makes her scared of losing him like she did her sisters. She curses Voldemort for putting her in danger, aware of her feelings for him and that Bella would do anything for them, swears she'll never let that happen to her son.

All the while Andy raises her daughter, who hates the name she gave her in the same way Andy know she would hate the Blacks. Narcissa and Andy watch each other from across crowds; Tonks and Draco are never at school together, never know more than scattered off-hand mentions of a cousin on their mother's side. But both Narcissa and Andy fantasize of a reconcilation, of Tonks babysitting Draco while they rekindle their bond. Neither bridges the gap. That burn, that rift cannot be healed. But they still ache for each other.

When Voldemort returns that fear for Draco grows, but it's tempered with the joy of having Bella back after mourning her for 14 years -- Bella, traumatized, starved, jagged and torn up at the edges, different, but alive.

And just like knowing he was innocent kept Sirius sane, Bella's love and trust of Voldemort is what made her able to hang on. Yes, they're both drastically different physically (the snake face and the emaciation) and mentally (both shaken, less confident), but everything else can be the same. Maybe better.

But everyone is scared. It's not the same world, where the Death Eaters have control and are undefeated. Voldemort is scared of that boy, Narcissa is scared for Draco. It's clear things are not the same, things are not normal. Far from it. Fear makes Voldemort angry, and cold, and distant and nothing she does feels good enough.

And that boy -- lying hateful filthy boy -- he dares suggest that her Voldemort's filthy-blooded like him. No, he must just be taunting her, scaring her. But there are things Voldemort's said, things he's done -- she would notice, the way she hangs on every word he speaks and plays their conversations in her head over and over again in Azkaban -- Bellatrix just does her best to silence it and block it out, all these confusing things, she's a great Occlumens after all.

She'll make things certain, make things right, trim off the weakness, cut out the sickness. Like Sirius. Like that young woman with Andromeda's face and Andromeda's laugh, that filthy half-blood Andy left her to create.

Narcissa can't keep Draco safe like she, the baby sister, couldn't keep Bellatrix safe. When Voldemort burns the Dark Mark into his skin she sees her son emaciated and dead-eyed.

To assuage Narcissa's fears Bellatrix trains Draco like Voldemort trained her; but he's not the same, he's weak, he's moralistic, he looks at her with wide scared eyes and he's a failure. The glory of the Blacks is gone.

All the while, Narcissa's fear grows, when Lucius is imprisoned, when Voldemort's ire turns on her family, on her son, sets him an impossible task. The despair she feels, she hasn't felt for nearly sixteen years -- Bellatrix more interested in eking out morsels of approval from Voldemort and turning her frustration on Draco, and Narcissa by extension.

All the while, Andromeda's fear for her daughter grows, of the danger she puts herself in as an Auror and a member of the Order, and she's reminded of Bellatrix, of how she gives everything of herself and how Nymphadora does too, begging, begging her to hold back.

She's not good enough for him, not with the sickness, the weakness still clinging to her. Bellatrix very much wants to kill the woman with Andy's face. She's always been perfect. It's everyone else around her that's wrong, everyone else who has to go. She'll do better. Try harder.

And when the Snatchers catch that filthy boy, and he slides out of her grasp like a buttered eel, Bellatrix hits the bottom rung of the ladder of despair. She doesn't know who she is, anymore.

Voldemort's retaliation and rejection breaks Bellatrix's heart, but it hardens Narcissa's.

Bellatrix will do anything to make him happy. She finally kills the witch with Andy's face -- do you see -- do you love me now -- but he's still cold, still frightened, still different, and she despairs, but it will be all over when Harry Potter is dead and he can breathe again. They've won. It will be alright. It will go back to normal. She can have it all again -- Voldemort and Narcissa and her perfect, pruned family.

Narcissa will do anything to keep him safe. And so she chooses Draco's life, she lies, her heart in her throat, in front of her beloved sister, to the Dark Lord, with unshed tears in her eyes and Harry Potter's 'corpse' before her.

Bellatrix's death is something Narcissa knew was coming, deep down She mourned her sister sixteen years ago and she mourns her now, but it will all be worth it if Draco survives this ordeal; Potter must win, he must live, Voldemort must die. And Bellatrix will never allow this.

She wishes she could tell Andy that she understands.

[alrightbuckaroo]

Hello, hello! In between filling kinktober (turned kinkuary) prompt fills, I've been working on all of your lovely prompts for my milestone celebration event! Here's a snippet from one of the many assassin AU asks I got hahahah

“I look like a cartoon character,” TK mutters to himself as he brings the bottle up to his lips, his fingers damp from condensation. The sleeves of his red plaid work shirt are folded back to reveal his forearms and the tattoos that litter them.

“You look cute,” Marjan croons through the mic, the faint whine of the line following her voice.

Even through the honky tonk music blasting through the speakers, TK can hear her suppressing a laugh. He rolls his eyes before using them to case the rest of the bar. There’s a good chance his mark is already lost in the crowd; wading through a sea of square dancing Stetsons, Daisy Dukes and sweat.

He brings the bottle down from his lips, wincing at the aftertaste. “And this mineral water is awful.”

“Oh, I’m sorry all the amenities aren’t up to your liking, your highness,” Judd gruffly remarks over the feed. TK presses his ear piece in further, feedback briefly crackling through. “Next time, we’ll ensure your mark is found somewhere off the coast of Santorini.”

“Is that really too much to ask?” TK counters, pouring the last of his glorified dish water into the fake plant placed next to him. He awkwardly smiles as one of the hostesses glares as she walks past him.

“You are your father’s son,” He hears Judd mutter, Nancy’s laugh trailing after.

“Watch it,” TK playfully warns, to which Marjan and Nancy both break into giggles at.

If you want to send in a prompt for my milestone celebration, you can learn more here! Tag list below, let me know if you want to be added or removed <3

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[velvetwyrms]

[muffled laughing]

All I do is fawn over remus & tonks and draw them making out, which is basically 90% of my WIPs currently ahahaha. I just love them being so in love <3 Tonks fully dropped him 30 seconds later but don't worry remus was expecting it.

As always, click for better quality, please do not repost, reblogging stops my hours of work from dying in your like and lets others enjoy this too! <3

Honorary mentions: @black-occamy @celestemagnoliathewriter @in-love-with-remus-lupin @moonysdora

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic rec friday

I'm Waiting Here for You

by youprettythings on Ao3

Remus Lupin, a single father with impending medical debt, suddenly found himself unemployed, and he was fine—until he responded to a mysterious rebus on a job board, got hired by an eccentric young man, and ended up with more than he bargained for.

✷

Sirius Black was only looking for some help around the office, and he certainly never intended to break any rules.

heh, in wich sirius tries to spoil remus but we all know how that works out... also, why are all of my wolfstar recs so smutty lately? help?

favourite tropes included are:

pining

office romance

teddy is a menace

they communicate via rebus

remus has a mould infestations but does not turn transphobic

power dynamics, in so many directions

emotional hurt/comfort

fluff

sock garters

for some reason

regulus black is a good sibling

jily are good friends

some minerva x poppy if you squint

as always leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3

[againaweasel]

Tonks wasn't made for the auror office.

Oh they had the talent, the skill, the quick mind and the sharp tongue. They were great at the job. If they were anyone else, they'd have excelled.

But they weren't made for the auror office.

There was too much status quo to enforce, too many rules, and too many people who were unjustly punished by the rules. Things weren't fair and Tonks was never one to ignore that. They were a Hufflepuff through and through and through.

And Alastor Moody knew it

He knew the second he took them on as his protege that Tonks would not last in the office. It was no surprise to him that they jumped at the first opportunity for treason with little care about how it might bite them in the end.

He left, in his will, everything to Tonks. Everything but the letter he left to Kingsley Shacklebolt:

"Give this to Tonks when they quit."

The letter, opened by an angry and bitter Tonks in 1999, had just one line:

"Well done."

[just2bubbly]

ok hear me out, 'The Black Dog' is wolfstar coded and not just because of the literal connection with Sirius Black and his animagus but in general. The Dog is very obviously Sirius and the way she goes on building the first verse of long lost friendship and relationship- "I am someone who until recent events shared your secrets with" and that's easy to tell Sirius and Remus were one half of the Marauders and they were friends, lovers and obviously shared everything with each other. The location is the Marauder's Map and it could possibly be a memory that Sirius can't get out of his head while being in Azkaban that relates closely with Remus who is having the same flashback but at a bar or in a deep emotional capacity when he sees a black dog that reminds him of Siri. "She's too young to know this song" is Tonks (no offence to her but ye) the age gap is there, she was there when Sirius was alive and it was a visual representation of Remus choosing her above him. When Remus steals glances at Sirius when he thinks no one is seeing for 'old habits die screaming' and now he doesn't know what to do with this for he feels Sirius is too lost in despair. Post Azkaban Sirius is "moving through the world heartbroken" and with desires of having a friend in Remus if not a lover. "And it kills me, I don't understand"— is very clearly the chaotic mess inside Siri's head as he takes over his life after 13 years of imprisonment. "Now I wanna sell my house, and set fire to all my clothes," is perhaps the disdain with Grimmauld Palace and his past that he tried so hard to escape haunting him like a full circle. "This tail between your legs, you're leaving" is again his untimely death, too soon and a life too short with great regrets and glorious moments.

You can't tell me this song isn't about Sirius Black

[loonyloopylupin96]

I may be a little concerned that my Christmas fic won't be ready in time...

but it's half Weasley and half Marauders because I had an idea and ran with it (though paths do cross)

and now I just need to add an ending to one group's experience

but since the market will be niche...

my main issue with it not being finished on time is because I'll likely put it to the end of the list if it isn't Christmas-ready

and I'd rather like to read the finished product myself 😂

[belovedcampfire]

all of love's forms

Rated General Audiences | 6.3k words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Her grin widened, “Rodolphus Lestrange.” Rita hummed, a scornful thing. “Bellatrix Lestrange.” She rolled the syllables around in her mouth, testing them, tasting them. Then she dropped Bellatrix’ robes and stepped back, one step, two. “It doesn’t suit you.” Bellatrix hadn’t expected her to walk out the door. She hadn’t expected her to never speak to Bellatrix again, ignoring her with a determination present in nobody else. It stung, more than anything should’ve been allowed to hurt her, and Bellatrix vowed never to let another individual hold that type of power over her again. Or The five love languages, as told through each of the five Black family cousins.

Black Family, Complicated Relationships, Love Languages

Read on Ao3 - Link

[selmasdaydreams]

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive) by euphorial_docx on ao3 is my favourite thing i’ve ever read (142k words, completed). literally ever in my life im not exaggerating.

it is a jegulus call me by your name au, and it is the best writing i have ever experienced. the thing that really gets me about this fic though is the characterisations, specifically of regulus. the tags state that he is autistic, and while it isn’t explicitly stated in the writing, it’s presented so beautifully. the things he says and does, and even the things he doesn’t say or do but are parts of his thought processes all just makes so much sense i can’t even explain it.

i am fully and completely obsessed with it and i reread the epilogue like twice a week.

it also has two incompleted fics as a part of a series; one of them is described as a collection of moments before and after the summer of 1979, and the second is a sequel that currently has 4 chapters up.

every single word in this fic and the ones connected to it just hit so hard and i’m genuinely obsessed with it. it’s so different from anything else i’ve ever read and i very highly recommend it

you will need an ao3 account to read it though <3

[floretissogay]

ok but what if i said im fascinated by bartylily. i have never read them. i have seen memes and that's it. what if i wrote them going into it blind with no references. what THEN.

[aeligsido]

I have thoughts but too many fic wips (I will probably add this idea into it anyway) so please have this:

Sirius dies at the end of OotP (as usual) and Remus discovers he's pregnant. For reasons™ (let's say Death Eaters and Greyback and probably Minister related on top of the werewolf one), he can't exactly tell anyone about say pregnancy, but Tonks somehow learns about it. She decides to bring him to her parents and then they devise a plan™ where 1) they get married 2) they pretend Tonks is the one pregnant 3) Remus stays with Andromeda & Ted while Tonks is out there pretending to be Remus. (It's convoluted!!! I know!!!! Let's just go with it plz)

Anyway the only one who knows about it other than those four is obviously Harry, and since he can't keep a secret from Ron and Hermione they know too ("if we have to die to keep the secret, we will" "there is really no need to go that far, Ron" "well I sure hope so but you know. just in case."). The baby is born, Harry is godfather (he cries), Tonks is godmother (she almost cries), everyone is mostly happy (and a bit a lot sad Sirius isn't here).

Fast-forward to maybe the Battle of Hogwarts and suddenly Sirius is back from the dead. And absolutely believes that Remus and Tonks' marriage is real. And also he can do maths and if they got a baby during Harry's sixth year it means they had sex while Sirius was having sex with Remus which :/// he's not happy about. So he starts spite-dating because fuck it.

Meanwhile Remus is trying to find a way to break it to Sirius that 1) the whole marriage thing is fake actually 2) the baby is his 3) he would very much like to date him.

Anyway. They're idiots for a bit and then happy ending.

[sugarsnappeases]

Flights of failure

lesbian tedromeda | gen | 13.7k words | 4/4 chapters | happy birthday @stillagoodwitch baby i love you so much <33333

“I’m Ted. My friends call me Teddy,” they say, still with that huge smile which is making Andy feel a little ill for some reason, and also, extraordinarily, somewhat calming the beast inside that urges her to turn her nose up at them. She will absolutely not be calling them Teddy. Ever.

“Now that I’ve introduced myself, can I please have a look at your broom? Pretty please?”

*****

aka the lesbian tedromeda kiki's delivery service au :)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Yugioh Rare Pair Week 2k24 Day Two: Dancing

college AU jewelshipping! a bit of a sequel to the fic i wrote last year perhaps? :3 anyway jesse took chazz line dancing and he's having a hard time but at least he gets to hang out with a cute cowboy 🤠✨

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Lots of progress being made on Where the Pieces Fall -- here are some OC's and fancasts that are coming into things soon!