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siriuslynettey · 4 months ago

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PLATINUM

[The Lost Pater]

New Friends and New Fears

[Chapter 2]

“Who’s going first?” A woman turned to her family and asked. None of them had the chance to answer before the tallest one sprinted towards the brick pillar into the train station. Her and the cart she pushed full of her belongings disappeared in the blink of an eye, entering Platform 9 ¾ .

Ophelia and Remus approached closer to the platform entrance, other families stood next to them, saying their goodbyes. Ophelia stared at the brick pillar while Remus stared at her, knowing his daughter was scared, but also knowing she wouldn’t admit it.

“Something that I learned when going to Hogwarts,” Remus leaned on Ophelia's luggage trolley, lowering to her height. “Is that magic, at first, is very scary, because it’s so foreign to us. Most people have enough common sense to know you’re not supposed to run into a brick wall. But Magic allows you to do it. But it’s still scary of course, the first time you do it”

Ophelia kept taking deep breaths, his soft words, that he was always able to beautifully string together, calmed her down.

“The first time you enter this platform, the first class you take, every new spell you cast, is terrifying, but once you do it, it’s so much fun.” Ophelia turned to look at her father, who was already giving her a reassuring smile. “You are going to have the time of your life, it’s going to be so much fun, Ophelia. It just so happens that the first thing you need to do is run right into that brick pillar…but I know you can do it.” Ophelia took a deep breath and nodded.

“Can we do it together?” She asked, to which Remus immediately agreed. His daughter had just started getting to the age where she barely asked for her dad’s help. Although he respected her boundaries, he never minded when his support was needed.

So the two sprinted towards the platform entrance, luggage trolleys in hand. Ophelia tightly closed her eyes right before, reaching the brick pillar. She barely felt a thing before she opened her eyes and saw the new world around her.

“See? That was easy, right?” Ophelia nodded quickly, now a big smile on her face. “Okay, we’re running a little late, so we should find some seats quickly.”

The two entered the train and started weaving through the people, searching for an empty compartment. After not finding one, Ophelia stopped in front of a room with one girl, sitting alone.

“Uhm, dad…” Ophelia avoided eye contact with Remus, he immediately picked up that she wanted to sit with other kids by herself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make my way to the professor's car, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” He chuckled.

“It’s not that you’d embarrass me…” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I’m just not sure if other kids want my dad sitting with them.”

“I understand, be good, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Once Remus left, Ophelia knocked on the side of the doorway of the compartment with the girl who sat alone. She looked up with a smile on her face.

“Er, do you mind if I sit here?...I understand if you don’t want me to.” Because this was her first Hogwarts express ride, she wasn’t sure if it would be frowned upon by other kids to ask to sit in “their” compartment.

“Oh, yeah! For sure!” The girl excitedly replied. Ophelia felt her tense shoulders relax, and put her carry on in the overhead storage, and sat Salem in his cat carrier right next to her.

“Ooo, what’s your cat's name?’’ The girl excitedly asked.

“His name’s Salem, I just got him a month ago.” Ophelia slumped over to look at Salem, who had calmed down since the car ride.

“Lucky, my parents said I had to wait until my third year to get a pet.” Ophelia looked out the train window, watching the crowd of families become smaller. “My name’s Jas, by the way, well, Jasmine…but I prefer Jas.”

“I’m Ophelia. Are you a first year too?”

“Yeah, but I have two older brothers so I-” The two girls were interrupted by a boy yelling outside their compartment. They gave each other confused looks before standing up to look outside the door.

“So let me get this straight, you had the opportunity to take a cat or an owl, and you chose a rat?” A boy with a large group behind him hovered over another boy who was leaning up against the wall with a rat in his hand. Although Ophelia didn’t care for rats, and definitely wouldn’t ever have one as a pet, she felt bad for the boy…and his rat.

“Hey, don’t talk to him like that.” Ophelia abruptly yelled at the group. Everyone turned their heads to look at her. The boy and the girl who were the two main patronizers, both stepped toward her.

The girl's eyes wandered to Ophelia’s hair. She snickered at the sight of her platinum white hair, something Ophelia had been insecure with since she could remember. It wasn’t uncommon for strangers' eyes to go straight to the top of her head, then her eyebrows, then her eyelashes, that all dawned the same white strands, it also wasn’t uncommon for people to mention it, and she figured this group wasn’t the type to bite their tongue.

“That’s a lot of talk from someone who chooses to dye their hair...and eyebrows....and eyelashes, such an awful colour.” The girl smirked at her uncreative insult.

“Her’s is all natural, unlike whatever incoherent, unkempt mess you have going on.” Jas snapped back, referring to the girl's inharmonious array of colours in her hair.

“Be careful of who you make your enemies, you wouldn’t want to start the year off wrong.” The boy stepped forward himself, slightly towering over Ophelia and Jas.

Jas stepped forward, inserting herself between the boy and Ophelia. "Oh please, save your threats for someone who actually takes you seriously. I’d be more concerned about your fashion sense...they don’t allow entrance into Slytherin, which you so desperately seem to want, based on the way you dress.” She looked the group up and down, referring to their purposely tattered black coloured clothing. "You should focus on being less of a cliché and more of your own person.”

The boy clenched his jaw and looked back at his group. “C’mon, let’s go. These freaks aren't worth our time.” Jas outwardly laughed at his weak response, which made their sour faces turn even more scrunched, while Ophelia chose to hide her smile.

Jas and Ophelia watched them mope away, then both turned their heads to the boy with the rat, whose head still layed low.

“I think rats are cool by the way,” Jas spoke up. “At least it’s not a toad.” The boy looked up and smiled.

“Do you want to sit with us? I think the train is about to start moving. And we have room for another.” The boy happily agreed, and they all walked into the compartment, closing the door behind them.

“Your hair colour is natural, right?” Jas asked Ophelia, hoping her comeback was accurate.

Ophelia laughed and confirmed that her hair colour was, in fact, real.

“I’m Gallagher by the way.” The boy sat next to Jas and introduced himself. Salam, starting hissing loudly from the crate Ophelia held him in.

“Salem, calm down.” Ophelia turned the opening of the crate towards her face to quiet the cat down. “Sorry, maybe he’s just a little nervous to be on the train.”

They spent the majority of the train ride getting to know each other. Ophelia started, explaining to them how it was just her and her dad living in a quiet suburb right outside of Cardiff, which they had just moved to recently after living in England her whole life, and how her dad was going to be a professor.

“No way!”

“Is he teaching first year?” They both inquired

“Yeah, he’s the new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, so we’ll all have him.” Ophelia answered.

“That’s cool…” Jas voice tattered off before continuing. “Is he cool…or..I mean…is he the type to give a lot of homework?” This made Ophelia giggle, which assured Jas her question wasn’t too rude.

“I’m not sure, this is his first time teaching ever…he didn’t even tell me he got the job until a month ago.” Ophelia shrugged. “But he’s a good dad so, I can’t see him being horrible.”

Jas had told them how she and her family lived in London, and that her parents were not wizards, but both her and her brothers were.

Gallagher explained that he was an only child and his parents lived in Hogsmeade, and went into depth about how his parents were quite upset that he had to ride the train to a school he lived a 15 minute walk from.

It was a very foggy, glum day, so Ophelia found herself almost drifting to sleep a lot.

“Look, you can see the dementors.” Jas pointed toward the window.

Large, shadowy figures flew through the air around the train, the windows frosting everytime they got too close.

“Is that normal? Why are they here?” Ophelia asked, continuing to watch the scary figures fly by.

“You didn’t see? A prisoner from Azkaban escaped, there are posters all over Kings Cross. Apparently he was the first to do it” Gallagher answered her questions while eating treats from the trolley. He noticed the terrified look that remained on her face, despite his casualness to the situation. “It’s nothing to worry about, they’ll catch him eventually.” He reassured her.

“It’s just..they look so..terrifying.” Ophelia commented.

“That’s why no one else has escaped Azkaban, they suck all the happiness out of you, it takes away the prisoners' motivation so they don’t even want to escape.”

“Who was it? What did he do?” Ophelia asked, her eyes still glued to the window.

“Sirius Black…the posters are all over Hogsmeade. I can’t remember what he did, but it had to have been bad to be sent to Azkaban for life without even having a trial.” Gallagher explained.

“If I were him I would go off the grid completely, live my best life in the middle of nowhere.” Jas added, consuming her own treats as she watched the window like it was a film.

“Unless he has unfinished business.” Gallagher shrugged. Both girls turned in his direction, both slightly chuckling while also being taken aback by his words. “Just saying…especially if he had been working with Vo-” He stopped himself, and looked a bit embarrassed. “You Know Who.”

“You Know Who is gone…he was defeated in the war.” Ophelia argued. Remus had explained very little to her about the war, despite her curiosity. But each time, he assured her that “He” was gone.

“Defeated, not dead. They make a point to not say dead, just in case he comes back, some sort of liability thing…at least that’s what my parents say.” Gallagher commented.

“How do you know so much about it?” Jas asked.

“My parents are doomsdayers, people who believe another wizarding war will break out any second. Sometimes I think they are hoping for another war, just to prove to themselves that they're ready.”

“They sound like fun…” Ophelia remarked, making the other two laugh.

The train came to a sudden stop, jolting the children's bodies in their seats. Ophelia grabbed hold of Salem's carrier and Gallgher tightened his grip on his rat. All three of the kids got close to the window, fear settling in them.

“Why have we stopped?” Ophelia whispered, wanting to keep quiet, but not knowing why. No one replied, because of their own fear, but also because they hadn’t had an answer.

The windows turned cold and froze over, the air became more dense and a breath of fog flew in the air with every breath. Every compartment door flew open, and screams could be heard throughout the train.

“Please remain in your seats. Please remain in your seats.” An intercom voice beckoned over the train speakers. “There is an undocumented passenger on the train, please remain in your seats.”

Everyone froze, feeling sick to their stomachs. Ophelia felt numb and unable to even blink, but she kept her eyes on the door of the compartment. Although she didn’t know what he looked like, she imagined Sirius Black bursting through the door with a knife in hand, screaming at the top of his lungs, like a cheesy horror movie.

While the image replayed in her head, a figure jumped into the compartment opening, causing Ophelia, Jas, and Gallagher to scream at the top of their lungs.

“Dad!” Ophelia yelled, after realising who it was. Remus rushed himself into the compartment, embracing his daughter who jumped into his arms. “What’s happening?”

Remus ignored her question and looked around the room. “Is it just you three? Has anyone else come in here?”

“No-no it’s just us.” Remus also ignored her reply and looked under the seats and in the overhead compartments.

A large, ghostly looking hand grasped the door frame behind him. Ophelia watched the hand with wide eyes, but her mouth refused to speak any words. Remus looked at his daughter's terrified expression and followed her line of vision to the door. Jas and Gllagher ran to the other side of the room where Ophelia sat behind Remus.

The hand was now a dementor standing in front of them. Remus sat down with the children, placing his left arm behind him to cover them and the pets they clutched onto.

“He’s not here.” Remus firmly stated. The dementor creepily turned its head toward Remus, before taking a last glance at the room and exiting, closing the door behind it.

Everyone let out the breath they had been holding, Jas and Gallagher went back to their respective seats. Ophelia's blank stare stayed on the door.

“Phie,” Remus turned towards her, trying to break her out of her lifeless trance. “It’s alright.”

“Is he here? On the train? Sirius Black?” She asked, just above a whisper, tears welling out of fear. Remus gave a similar blank stare to his daughter, his stomach dropping hearing her say his name.

“m-N-No. I don’t know. If he is, they'll find him.”

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grimst4rs · 1 year ago

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Wolfstar Daughter hcs

i’m just gonna do this with cassie because i love cassie so much <3

she was born the day after sirius’ birthday, and sirius always calls her his birthday gift

calls sirius papa and remus dada

her first word was papa, then dada

she liked doing and braiding sirius’ hair, and then putting colourful clips in

loves (playing with) bugs, and she knows a billion things about them. remus is scared of bugs, so he can listen to whatever cassie’s telling him from a distance, while sirius is indulging her

is the kind of child who asks a highly theoretical question, and then asks something along the lines of “what’s your favourite colour?”

very affectionate, especially with sirius. she always needs to be touching him, kissing him, or sleeping on him (when she was little, her favourite activity was sleeping on sirius’ chest)

always liked colouring in sirius’ tattoos

sat on the counter whenever remus baked or sirius cooked, and always asked to get a taste of the cookie dough or whatever sirius was making

both she and sirius are big bon jovi fans, so whenever they cook or drive somewhere together, they always play bon jovi. their favourite songs is bed of roses

she looks exactly just like sirius, but most of her mannerisms come from remus (she learnt how to pout to get her way with sirius from remus)

she got along very well with their (sirius’) cat, duchess

she was SO SAD when she found out that remus and sirius’ names are not dada and papa (i think most people experienced the moment in which we found out that our parents’ names weren’t actually the nicknames we gave them)

a leash child

#i might have gone a bit overboard but that is just because i love her 😔#also i am mostly (almost exclusively) thinking about cassie in a modern au and not. in canon #but you can work with that too if you want to #sirius black #remus lupin #cassie black #cassie black headcanons #wolfstar’s daughter #wolfstar’s daughter headcanons #headcanons

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 1 year ago

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Waste of Time

Summary: The annual Holiday dinner was being hosted by the Lupin-Blacks like usual but this time, some new things about their daughter may come up in the dinner that may change everything or maybe nothing at all.

Pairing: Parents! Wolfstar & daughter!reader

Song: Girls by girl in red

Warnings: anxiety, coming out, comfort, alcohol, all characters are at legal drinking age so dw

Word count: 2.6k+

A/n: to the one who requested this, ik you asked for Wolfstar’s reaction to their daughter coming out but seeing as it's the holidays, I feel like coming out during a family/friend Holiday gathering is so fitting. So I hope you like it and anyone else who reads it. Happy holidays to you lovelies<333

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The holidays were always a love filled holiday. The endless lists of Christmas Movies rotating around romance were just one example of them. Seeing someone who hates christmas get paired with someone who loves christmas only for them to fall in love and save christmas in some small, close-knit town. It was an overplayed trope, but it still entertained the Lupin-Black household.

Remus and Sirius were snuggled up on the couch, sharing their bowl of popcorn while Teddy was enjoying his own bowl of popcorn on the floor next to Loki napping next to him. You were off in the kitchen fixing up a few cups of hot cocoa to counter the cold chilly afternoons at the cottage.

A scene of The movie played through and all you could hear from the living room was Teddy’s bored narration of the events that followed through the screen.

“The girl's ex boyfriend is gonna pop up on the very night of the event- Then! The other guy is gonna see them and think the wrong thing and blah blah blah-” his voice was cut off by a light thud and a subtle grunt.

You leaned over to the side of the counter to peek through the kitchen arch to see your little brother on his back with his face covered by a throw pillow. Loki was rudely awakened by these events and left the scene and into the kitchen to find you.

Sirius was laughing heavily at his work while Remus shook his head with a chuckle at his husband's antics.

“What was that for, Papa?!” Teddy grumbled as he sat up from the floor.

Sirius looked over at his son and shrugged his shoulders, “Just cause.”

Teddy rolled his eyes jokingly and threw popcorn at Sirius.

Sirius let out a chuckle and before Teddy could even process it. His father had begun tossing the popcorn into his face at rapid speeds.Teddy giggled along as he too started throwing it back at him.

Remus raised his hands up in order to shield himself from the stray popcorns that would come his way. But it was all in vain as he was eventually caught in the crossfire.

You stood there at the kitchen archway, mouth agape at the sight. You had only looked away for a moment and all of a sudden it was an all out war in there. Popcorn was tossed all around the living room. Many of it ending up in Sirius’s and Teddy’s hair. Many of the cushions and throw blankets had found its way to the floor. It was like a tornado flew through the living room.

“You guys are ridiculous.” You laughed as you rested down the four cups of hot cocoa on the table.

Remus reached down to the coffee table to grab himself a cup as he agreed with his daughter, “You do recall that the others will be visiting us later, right?”

Your ears pricked up at the reminder of your friends coming over to visit for the holidays. “Oh Godric, I almost forgot.”

“Yes, and now these two have to clean up the mess they made.” Remus said cheekily as he laid back on the couch as he looked at his husband and son.

Sirius shook his head as he pulled out his wand and conjured up a cleaning spell, leaving the space just as clean as it was before they started their little food fight. “There, good as new.”

Remus shook his head with a chuckle at the little trick, “What would you do without magic?”

Sirius stood up as he grabbed the bowls of popcorn with a shrug, “Stay in bed all day in my pajamas.”

Teddy looked at him with an amused look, “You already do that.”

Both you and Remus let out a rather loud laugh at Teddy’s reply. Sirius however wasn’t too fond of his son’s retort and threw a small piece of popcorn to his face before leaving the living room.

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The cottage was just buzzing with life and music. There was just something about the Lupin-Black household that made them so open to hosting their annual Christmas gatherings with their friends.

The Potters had popped in with a notably large selection of gifts along with a mysteriously broom-shaped gift which no doubt is meant for the youngest Lupin-Black. The Weasleys had also come bearing gifts in forms of casseroles and baked goods with Molly’s signature meals all wrapped neatly for everyone (mostly Sirius) to enjoy. Hermione had also accompanied them seeing as she was spending the holidays with them too.

Marlene and Dorcas had just come straight from France bringing gifts and sweets, no doubt for their favorite goddaughter. You had grown to be a sort of daughter to them so they basically shower you with gifts every time the Holidays came around.

Regulus had accompanied both Marlene and Dorcas when the three of them bumped into each other in France during Regulus’s travels to the country. He had brought back piles of books to give to you and Remus, along with a few more books for Lily. Mary was last to arrive with a plethora of gifts as well, which only furthered Teddy’s excitement.

With everyone taking up nearly every inch of the fairly sized cottage, it was almost impossible to find a quiet space, other than your room up in the attic. You’d consider this place to be the most cozy room in the whole house. As much as you enjoyed everyone’s company you would much rather recharge up in your bedroom so you could continue the events later on.

Though, you were in great need for a recharge, there was another reason you were hiding up in your room. Truth was, you were planning on finally coming out to your family about being gay.

You should have seen the signs back during your early years at Hogwarts when none of the boys in your year really caught your attention. One of the signs was when all the girls seemed to fawn over Cedric Diggory, a close friend of yours during your 4th year. You had only ever seen Cedric as a friend so when he had asked you to the ball, you turned him down. Not just because you weren’t interested in him but because you knew he was better suited for a certain Ravenclaw.

Another sign was when the Beauxbaton students were introduced, like the boys, you were completely enamored by the girls in their school. Being part veela played into that part but would it really have affected you that much if you didn’t have an interest in girls?

Not to mention that you shared your first kiss with a girl from Beauxbaton on the night of the Yule ball. You had gone with Harry but your memories of that night all faded to that moment spent with that girl in the gardens. That really sealed the deal for you.

You had told one person and one person only about that night and what you felt and that was Harry. He was basically your brother and you knew about him and Draco so you knew he would understand.

He seemed to have taken it quite well, though he did have a slight comment along the words of you being single and having no love life whatsoever. Which did lead to you spending the entire week making the twins pull pranks on him as revenge.

You did mention to him that you planned on telling your parents about it, including everyone else during this very dinner. Which only made your anxiety rise to the roof. You knew they would accept you but it's their reaction and how they would treat you after is what scared you.

As you hummed along to the record player that played across the room, you heard a faint knock on your door.

“Little Wolf? Dinner is about to start. Will you be joining us?” Remus’s voice carried through the door and across the room, just enough for you to hear him.

“Yeah, just give me a minute, dad.” You replied as you cleaned yourself up as you rose from the floor.

As you exited the house and onto the patio, you felt your anxiety begin to bubble violently in your stomach. It almost made you sick to the point that you didn’t want to join dinner. But you had promised yourself that you would do it. There’s no backing out of that promise. So you took a seat by Hermione which was across from Harry and Ron. You were also seated nearby the twins who managed to sneak in a flask and offered it up to you guys to put into your drinks. It was something a bit stronger than the butterbeer they were having at the table so you all happily accepted the offer.

In a way it helped with your nerves. You weren’t one to drink but for this moment, you sure as hell needed it.

While everyone engulfed themselves in their own conversations, you heard your name get called out from the further side of the table.

“Y/n? Have you found yourself a little boyfriend yet?” Lily’s voice carried across the table much louder than she expected which caused everyone’s eyes to land on you.

You let out an awkward laugh at the question. The famous old question, “Do you have a boyfriend yet?”. Godric knows you didn’t and you didn’t plan on dating anyone any time soon but you couldn’t say that.

“It’s always going to be school before boys, Auntie Lils.” You had your mouth masked away from Sirius to hide the words you were about to say next, “Besides, you know how he is about boys.” using your free hand to point at your father.

Lily grinned at your reply. You reminded her a lot of herself back when she was younger.

Sirius grinned proudly at your reply, not hearing your little comment on his opinion on boys. He was heavily protective over you so to know that you weren’t planning on dating any boys while at school calmed him.

The conversation resumed back to quidditch games and studies and plans for the holidays. Everyone had their own things to talk about but it seems the boyfriend conversation didn’t satisfy the boys’ curiosity.

“Really, School over boys?” Ron chuckled lightly as he repeated your words.

“Is it so hard for you to believe that I prioritize school over my love life, Ronald?” You asked in a defending tone, looking over at Hermione hoping she would back you up on this.

The boys let out a light chuckle from their side.

“Even Hermione and Ron are dating,” Fred commented as he pointed to the two of them.

“And you know how she is about her studies.” George continued as he grabbed another piece of chicken.

Hermione looked at the twins with an unimpressed stare. “There’s still nothing wrong with choosing school over relationships.” Hermione looked back towards you with a soft smile, “Pay no mind to them, you don’t need to explain yourself, they clearly don't deserve it.”

“and also because she doesn’t like boys.” Harry replied mindlessly as he took another sip of his drink.

You whipped your head towards his direction when you heard his words. A panicked look crossed both your faces when his words finally sunk in.

“What?!” Everyone seated around Harry had heard him, with the exemption of a few adults including your parents.

“Harry!” You scolded as you shrunk further into your seat at the confession with your hands covering your face in embarrassment. This wasn’t how you planned on doing it.

You knew Harry was a lightweight and a truth drunk but you didn’t even consider he would mention it during the dinner. You couldn’t blame him, you didn’t know that the topic of boys would be brought up so it didn’t even cross your mind that he would say it.

“Are you serious?” Fred asked you. He didn’t mean it in a mean way but he wanted to confirm that what he heard was right.

You looked at him between the spaces of your fingers.”Yes” Your voice was muffled by the palm of your hand, still too scared to show the rest of your face.

The rest of the adults seated on the other half of the table noticed the ruckus occurring on your side of the table and became curious.

“Serious about what?” Marlene asked on behalf of the group.

All that they saw was Harry’s panicked stare, your terrified and embarrassed state with the rest of them staring at you in a shocked look.

Ron looked up at them and was about to speak but you spoke up before him and even stood up from your seat to call their attention.

“That…I’m gay.” You spoke out with a shaky voice. But before anyone else could respond you continued on. You looked at both of your parents and even as the anxiety in your head was blaring out alarms, you still continued on knowing that this was it. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for.

“Dad, papa… I had something else in mind on how this would go down. But that didn’t exactly go as planned.” You spoke as you sent a look towards Harry who smiled an apologetic grin. “But yes, I like girls and not boys. I’ve known that since my 4th year and that’s the truth.”

They all sat there in silence for a while as they processed your words before Sirius let out a yell of joy as he jumped out of his chair. He rounded around the table and made his way to you to pull you in a hug.

“MY DAUGHTER DOESN’T LIKE BOYS!” He exclaimed in relief even as he held you in a tight embrace.

“Papa!” You laughed at your father’s reaction as he continued to hug you, even picking you up to spin you around like how he used to when you were little.

“Don’t mind him, little wolf. He’s just happy he doesn’t have to deal with you dating boys.” Remus said as he joined the hug, along with little Teddy who wanted to be included in the hug.

Everyone else that sat on the table cheered at the sight. Many of them remembered how it was to come out back then to their parents and in many instances, it was never a good experience. But this was different. This moment was filled with love and acceptance, something many of them longed for back when they were younger with their parents.

“She takes after me!” Marlene cheered out which caused a chorus of chuckles to flow through the table.

After a few moments, the family finally pulled away from each other’s embrace and to your relief nothing changed. You still had the kind and amazing parents who had always loved and accepted you for who you were and a little brother who still adores you completely.

You looked at Harry with a content smile. Though you planned on coming out with a completely different plan, at least you were finally out. To be completely honest, you thought that you wouldn’t have even done it during the dinner so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that Harry was a light weight and just so happened to be sitting by the twins.

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gentle2angel · 1 year ago

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Sirius and Remus reacting to their daughter!reader coming out to them as lesbian/bisexual/pansexual

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Daughter!reader would go to the mall's library to get a book she's been eyeing for a while. Upon finding it, she walked towards the cash register not really paying attention to her surroundings. She placed the book gently in front of the worker, not yet looking up. She would then hear a deep but soothing girl voice, finally looking up at the worker. Upon seeing her appearance, daughter!reader would feel her cheeks heat up slightly. A tall girl with silky black hair and light blue eyes would stare down at daughter!reader, a slight smirk on her face (no matter your height, the girl is taller than you). Daughter!reader would have a lesbian/bisexual/pansexual panic, stuttering like a lovestruck high school girl while paying. She almost didn't hear her phone ringing, Sirius calling to say Remus and himself are waiting for her in the parkin lot of the mall. Daughter!reader would clumsily take her book and receipt, almost forgetting to thank the tall girl and then giving her a shy smile. She then would hurry out of the mall, a blushing mess.

Daughter!reader would be silent in the backseat at the beginning of the car ride, Remus and Sirius holding hands on the arm rest as Remus drives. Daughter!reader would still be blushing slightly, only able to look down at the book she bought. Remus would try to strike a conversation— opting to talk about which book his daughter bought, himself being a bookworm.

"Which book did you buy sweetie-" Remus asked, enable to finish his sentence before daughter!reader cut him off, "I think I'm lesbian/bisexual/pansexual." She would blur that out out of pure impulse and stress, her encounter with the beautiful girl, messing with her mind slightly (in a good way of course). Sirius, previously sipping on his coffee, would almost choke. That would worry daughter!reader slightly, not thinking rationally and starting to believe "Imagine they reject me". Girly would stress beyond relief, forgetting that Remus is gay and Sirius is bisexual— her own fathers.

Her train of thoughts would be stopped as she would hear heavy laughing from her fathers. Sirius would cough lightly, since he almost choked on his coffee, while giggling. Sirius would turn his body towards the backseat to look at his daughter, "Oh? Well papa and I are really proud of you for coming out honey, but we've known forever!" Daughter!reader would look at her dad, dumbfounded, "W-Wait what?!" She would stutter out in shock. Remus would look at her through the rear mirror, smiling, "Mhm, we've known ever since you we're in primary school sweetie!" Daughter!reader would be flabbergasted in the backseat, only able to mutter out a shock 'How?'. Sirius would nod in agreement at Remus' previous words, "You we're 7 honey and you had a crush on everyone, no matter the gender. You even kissed a girl in second grade!" Remus would laugh, "I remember that! You kept giggling happily while telling us."

The poor girl would blink multiple time, looking at Sirius, "W-Well.. I-Is it alright..?" Sirius would be laughing his ass off, Remus nudging him to stop, a giggle of his own coming out. It was a red light so Remus could finally turn his head slightly towards the backseat to look at daughter!reader, "Of course It's alright sweetpea! We don't care as long as you're happy!" Sirius nudged Remus with his elbow, a grin on his face, "She was bound to join us at some point~ We're a whole LGBTQ family!"

Daughter!reader would finally relax, her rational thoughts coming back into memories, remembering how her dads are gay so of course they would accept her! She would kinda feel dumb but brush it off at the same time. She joined in with the giggling of her parents, "So why did you guys never tell me?" Daughter!reader asked curiously, tracing the cover of her book with her finger while looking up from time to time at the front seats. Remus would start driving again, the red light turning green, "Because we let you find out on your own sweetpea"

Daughter!reader would smile softly, feeling relieved and happy. The calm moment would be short lived though as Sirius, stretching into his passenger seat, "So who's the lucky person?" A grin was proudly plastered on his face.

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ : This was so much fun to write! I meant do a part two where they playfully nudge daughter!reader to ask the tall girl for her number!

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aeligsido · 3 months ago

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What is the best way Remus has ever told Sirius that he's pregnant?

!!!! Such a good question!!!

If you ask Sirius, every way was the best bc he's a bit of a sap like that. If you ask Remus, it was terribly done approximately every time, bc he's a bit of an anxious perfectionist like that.

First all, I see all of their pregnancies being a surprise because they were never actually trying! It just happened! It keeps happening! They don't know how! (Well, they know how, but, you know)

The first time Remus was in shock; the second he kind of blurted it out after receiving the news himself; the third he tried to do something cute but Sirius caught on before Remus could tell him; (the fourth was not a pregnancy, Remus just came back home with a baby werewolf one day); so if he has to choose, Remus would chose the (currently) last one!

They had a nice, lazy morning, then an afternoon out with the kids, who were then dropped off at their favorite uncles and aunts' houses for the night. They had a dinner date night at home, and Remus had a whole speech planned and even a cute little gift (a onesie with "baby n°5" on it)!! But in the end he just took Sirius' hand and put it on his stomach and waited for Sirius to realize (which was actually really quick!!).

And then they had a very good night that would have left Remus pregnant if he hadn't already been 😌❤️

#i answer asks #impishtubist #hp #wolfstar #breed that old man #i'm using my au where they have the most kids for this one!!!#names of the kids in order bc i can: maia altair kallisto (maeve) and danica #one son for four daughters lmao #jdjdjd thank you for the ask 💕💕💕

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saturnsconstellation · 3 months ago

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How (my vision of) Wolfstars’ daughter wedding would be:

She has a small wedding, just for friends, and immediate family (immediate family being the potters, blacks (some) Lupins, the grooms/brides family. And friends being basically everyone else LOL.)

When she first brought it up, Remus and Sirius stressed about it. But it was a good stress, a lot of crying, more on Sirius’s part. They were fussy about her not having to spend money, and instead pay with Sirius’s family’s disgusting fortune.

This girl grew up being spoiled and there was no way they would stop now. She got the perfect dress, perfect venue and literally anything else she wanted. She’s their only daughter she is getting spoiled rotten.

Luna as the maid of honor. That’s it. They are best friends you can’t convince me otherwise.

Teddy got to be the ring barrier and he made a big deal out of it (she’s adopted, and a good few years older than him, so after Remus and Nymphadora got divorced he and Sirius adopted her. Teddy’s 13, she’s 22.)

Literally all he said was “if it weren’t for my outstanding responsibility, my sister would not be getting married.” (We adore him.)

Remus walked her down the aisle and Sirius got the father-daughter dance. They fought over it for weeks, both wanted the dance and they were not going to back down. James got them to decide peacefully.

JAMES AS THE CERIMONIALIST!!!! He’s her GODFATHER she wasn’t going to pick a pastor or whatever, they’ll get married on paper after. For now, James is doing all the speeches.

Lily and Pandora were in charge of the sweets and main appetizers and meals, Dorcas and Mary were responsible for the planning and preparations, including the decorations (flowers, table cloths etc), Evan and Barty were responsible for the drinks (because of course they are), Regulus was in charge of Barty and Evan (because of course he is) and Peter and Marlene were in charge of making sure no one fucking killed each other during the planning.

Hope and Effie were obsessed with helping the bride out, doing her makeup and everything in their power to soothe her nerves. They cried a lot when their little granddaughter walked down the aisle to her future spouse, it was a mess of emotions.

Lyall and Fleamont were absolutely demolished. They were trying to be there for Remus and Sirius but they were failing. Miserably.

Harry as the bride’s best man (they are basically siblings, he gets to be best man). His speech is long and it has a story and a very heartwarming and overwhelmingly emotional message at the end, which no one can really make out because he’s been reduced to sobs.

#guys I love wolfstar daughter AU #it needs more attention #the marauders #dead gay wizards #sirius black #remus lupin #ajax rants #I love love love them #everyone lived au #everyone is happy #no deaths

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aboutnavi · 2 years ago

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Hair turned gray, faded lines in their faces, the very proof of a life lived surrounded by love. Memories guarded on the skin. The smell of honey and hummingbird mint, a place away from tragedy. Heroes that survived.

from chapter three of a room full of my safest sounds.

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #fanfic #ao3 #incorrect jegulus #desi james #percy jackson au #percy jackson meets the marauders #james is an apollo child #obviously #james potter is the sun #regulus is from camp jupiter #written in lily’s pov #lily evans and pandora lovegood are in love #lily as a daughter of aphrodite #wolfstar #the strings of fated love #short story

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apparentlytheproblem · 1 year ago

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i r r e s i s t i b l e

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: i saw this prompt on Pinterest, and immediately thought of Siri. he's just so confident which makes him irresistible. Anyway I'm trying to up my Sirius black content, so if you have any ideas don't hesitate to send them my way :) with love, teddy

warnings- unexperienced writer

Poking you gently for an entire hour from behind you, you finally acknowledged his presence with a murderous glance as everyone dispersed to the great hall for lunch.

And his first thought always was and would be,

I wanna kiss her between the brows so the furrow goes away

"would you rather eat a pound of bricks or a matter baby?"

"what's a matter baby-?"

"nothing sweetheart, what's the matter with you?"

A smile etched across your face. you tried to get rid of it, but it was quite adamant to leave when he was watching its glory.

You tried to play it off while standing up and gathering your quills and parchment and attempted in pushing him of his chair. neither did your smile nor him moved.

Instead, you managed to fall into his lap. As if it had been practiced and rehearsed a million times in his head, he molded his hands under your thigh to catch you from falling of. He efficiently switched positions, placing you on the table, leading him towering on top of you, a smirk plastered on his face meeting your blushing mess.

his arms were on either side, his eyes attentively watching your facial expressions as you brain short circuits. he cautiously wrapped slinged an arm around your waist, pulling you a little closer while positioning himself between your spread legs.

in the shadows, his face was close to yours, you could smell something along the lines of a dog's fur. his grey eyes looked like moons and his eyelashes were close enough to brush your cheeks

fuck it

You leaned in and made contact with his lips. They were soft and silky. His lips were still sweet from the grape gum he'd stolen from you. he didn't stop you. he did more than not stop you. He kissed you back. Warmth blossomed in your chest.

Sirius pulled away, and studied your face for a second, an eyebrow raised and a smirk, before deciding, “you’re really red.”

“Shut up, Black.” you ordered as your eyes narrowed, but your face seemed to only get redder. “You’re like, really red though. Like, crimson-kind-of-red.” Siri added in a hum. His teasing tone had was light and loving. he was having the time of his life watching you struggle for once, for him. not the other way round.

“Go to hell,” you deadpanned, looking away.

“Only if you come with me”

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myjealouseyes · 5 months ago

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Twitter AU part one

Okay actual plot chapter😁😁😁 Harry chapter coming soon.

#this is my fave side quest ever #twitter au!#wolfstar!daughter!reader #wolfstar!daughter #harry james potter x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter x wolfstar!daughter #harry james potter x y/n #harry james potter x wolfstar!daughter #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry james potter imagine

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aza-writes · 1 year ago

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I fucked around and accidentally started a new mini blurb-series...

I'm not sorry

Our Little Wolf and Little Star

#dad wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar #wolfstar daughter #marauders #sirius being sirius #sirius and remus #marauders as parents #everyone lives au #parent wolfstar

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siriuslynettey · 4 months ago

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See Previous Chapter Here!

PLATINUM

[The Lost Pater]

Precautions

[Chapter 3]

Remus sat with the 3 children in silence, the only sound to be heard was the fast, heavy breathing of the trembling kids. Their breath was cold and foggy until the windows started to slowly defrost, revealing the foggy, bleak weather outside.

“Are they gone?” Ophelia asked in a whisper, still clutching onto Salem. Remus didn’t reply, his eyes staying on the door, with one arm reaching behind him, gently holding his daughter's arm.

“Apologies for the interruption folks, the undocumented extra passenger was a younger sibling of a student. All is taken care of.” A voice over the intercom spoke, allowing everyone to release the breath they hadn’t realised they were holding in.

Remus scoffed and shook his head, but took a deep breath to compose himself.

“Bloody ‘ell.” Gallagher wiped his forehead in relief. “Sending dementors in because of an extra child, Sirius Black escaping has people going mad!” He exclaimed. Remus winced at the familiar name being spoken.

With a couple of loud bangs and screeches, the train began to move again and the demonters that were swarming the train became hard to see as they moved farther away.

“Do you want me to stay?” Remus whispered to his daughter. Ophelia was still in shock, going in and out of blank stares. She went from learning about a loose prisoner from Azkaban, to thinking he was on the train, to seeing a dementor for the first time. She glanced at Jas and Gallagher, who were looking out the window at the distant dementors, although she was still shaken up, she didn’t want Jas or Gallagher to feel uncomfortable if her father was sitting with them for the rest of the train ride.

“I think I’ll be okay,” She replied back in a whisper. Remus nodded and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“I suspect we’ll be there in an hour or so, I think you three should, uh, stay in here, unless it’s an emergency.” He said, standing up and straightening out his suit. “I’m three compartments down to the left, if you need me.” He gave Ophelia one last look before exiting the compartment and closing the door.

“He does seem cool.” Gallagher noted while petting his rat.

“I hadn’t realised that dementors were that serious, scary, sure, but I’ve never seen one in person like that.” Jas expressed. “And he just shooed them away, like it was nothing. Makes sense why he’s a Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher.”

“So the dementors are looking for this prisoner, but they’re surrounding and coming aboard the train, so they think Sirius Black is trying to get on the train…why would he do that?” Ophelia inquired.

“With his last name, he definitely went to Hogwarts. Maybe his revenge lies there.” Gallagher suggested. Both girls chuckled at his statement that was, yet again, hilariously eerie.

“You know, if you hadn’t told me your parents were doomsdayers…I still would have guessed your parents were doomsdayers.” Jas told him. “In a good way.”

The train arrived at Hogwarts, and after a long wait of teens filing out of the train, they were being separated by school year.Since none of them said goodbye, Jas, Gallagher, and Ophelia stayed close as they tried to find where first years were supposed to group together. Remus exited the train, briefcase in hand and gave Ophelia a smile and a nod of the head, making sure she was headed in the right direction, before walking off.

A large bearded man with a booming voice stood near the end of the platform, waving his hand.

“First years this way! First years over ‘ere, gather ‘round!”

The three kids pushed their way through the taller kids and made their way to the man. Once she was closer to him, Ophelia got a better look at the man, in awe of his height. The man, in between his directions to the new students, made eye contact with Ophelia, causing him to do a double take. His talking stopped for a moment as he looked at the girl. Ophelia quickly looked away.

“O-over ‘ere first years! First years over here!” The man went back to calling out.

After introducing himself as a man called Hagrid, he gave the children an overview of their arrival at the castle. The group of children all climbed into torch-lit boats, and travelled across The Blake Lake. All the kids were shivering because of the coldness in the air, but also so in awe of the beautiful castle in front of them, they quickly forgot about the cold temperatures.

Upon entering Hogwarts they were directed to stand in front of two very large doors, that lead to The Great Hall. Ophelia, Jas, and Gallagher all stood in the middle of the crowd together.

“We’re going to be sorted, in front of everyone.” Gallagher whispered to the girls.

“What are you guys hoping for?” Jas asked the other two.

“I don’t know anything about them. Which one are you hoping for?” Opehlia responded, twiddling with her fingers out of anxiety.

“Anything but Slytherin, I don’t need to be sharing a dormitory with those freaks from the train.” Jas replied, nodding towards the group of bullies they encountered on the train.

“I second that.” Gallagher added.

The children were introduced to Professor McGonagall, who explained the sorting ceremony to them. They then entered The Great Hall, all the upperclasman’s heads turned to them, which caused Ophelia anxiety to heighten.

Professor McGonagall started to call out names in alphabetical order of last name when the ceremony began, with each letter than went by, she felt her body become more and more numb.

“Gallagher Hollis!” Jas and Ophelia turned towards Gallagher and watched him as he nervously walked up to the chair where the sorting hat would be placed on his head.

The sorting hat started to quietly mumble once it was situated on Gallgher before screaming out his house placement.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The table that sat under the Gryffindor banner erupted in cheers as Gallagher made his way toward the table, not without giving Jas and Ophelia a smile.

“Gryffindor is a good one for him, he’ll fit in there,” Jas whispered to Ophelia. “I’m hoping for Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.” Professor McGonagall started reading off names again.

“Acacia Kincaid!”

The girl from the train who was harassing Gallagher pridefully walked up to the chair and sat down. The hat began to mumble again and the face imprinted on the hat scrunched and frowned as it decided.

“SLYTHERIN!” It screamed out, the Slytherin table chanted loudly.

“Shocker” Jas murmured to Ophelia, making both of them laugh.

“Judas Kincaid!” The boy from the train then walked up.

“Ugh, they’re twins!” Ophelia said to Jas after connecting the dots.

“Of course they are. What do you want to bet their parents were death eaters?…who else would name their kid Judas.” Ophelia was confused by her response, she had never heard the phrase “death eater”, but figured, by the name, that it wasn’t a good thing.

“Jasmine Lemayian!”

She gave Ophelia one last look before making her way through the crowd. The hat began its mumbling, raising its eyebrows repeatedly.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Ophelia clapped along with the Gryffindor table, as Jas went and sat next to Gallagher. Her hands started to shiver even more while other surnames beginning in ‘L’ were called off.

“Niamh Long!” Ophelia took a deep breath.

“Ronan Lumoskin!” Another deep breath.

“Fionn Luncrest!” And another.

“Ophelia Lupin!” Her stomach turned in complete fear. For a split second, her legs, which felt like jelly, wouldn’t move until she forcefully walked up to the chair. She glanced over at the professors’ table, making eye contact with Remus. He winked at her and gave her a hidden thumbs up, as a reassuring motion. The sorting hat, which was much lighter than she expected, was placed on her head.

“Hmm, tricky. I see a heart that's trembling, yes, but with a core of steel. Plenty of intellect, I detect—your mind is sharp, much like a Ravenclaw’s, always seeking, always probing. And there’s a drive, a desire to achieve, not unlike a Slytherin’s own ambition. But where to place you?

Slytherin?” Ophelia's heart stopped.

“Greatness could be yours with their guidance, a sure path to success…Ravenclaw might seem fitting, with your thirst for knowledge. Their realm of wisdom could be your home…honour shines through you…a bold heart and mind…maybe a bit too much speaking without thinking…better be…

GRYFFINDOR!” Ophelia took a deep sigh of relief, though she didn’t know if she would thrive in Gryffindor, she did know Jas and Gallagher, which meant that she already had friends in her house, but that the house had to be full of good people for them to be sorted into it. She sat down in between the two as the Gryffindor table cheered for her.

More names were called, each table getting more chances to cheer and shout. Ophelia to the time to admire the beauty of the great hall, the tallness of the ceiling, the beautifulness of the floating candles.

Her eyes then met another. Remus, showing great proudness in his daughter through his eyes, which were already looking at Ophelia. She gave him an excited wave which he returned with a smile and a loving wave. Once all the first years had been sorted, their empty plates soon filled with more food than Ophelia had ever seen on one plate before. The students began to shove their mouths full and speak amongst each other.

Above them, different ghosts flew in the air, some overlooking the room, others speaking with students and professors. One of the ghosts overlooking the Gryffindor table was a young woman (as young as a ghost could be) who donned a beautiful white dress with lace and a baggy pea coat over it. A permanent smile appeared upon her face. She made her way towards the section of the table where Jas, Ophelia, and Gallagher sat.

“Enjoying the food?” She asked the three.

“Yes, very much.” Gallgher replied with his mouth of chicken

“It’s great. How’s yours?” Jas’s eyes widened in embarrassment. “Er..I mean..did you…nevermind.” The ghost chuckled. “No worries, I sometimes forget I’m a ghost as well.” Jas spat out another ‘sorry’. “And Ophelia? Are you enjoying the food?” Ophelia quickly put her fork down, not anticipating the ghost to know her name. “Oh, It’s really good. Thanks for asking.” She replied. “I’m Aurora, the Gryffindor House Ghost, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” “Were you a student at Hogwarts?” “Yes, a long, long time ago.” She had a sweet smile on her face as she talked to the children . “Well, I’ll let you three finish your dinner, I hope you all enjoy your school year.” Once they all finished their food (though they could have eaten more, despite feeling very full), Dumbeldore stepped to his podium to speak. He welcomed the new students and welcomed back the old one before he started to talk about the differences of this school year. “I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Good luck to you, Professor.” Remus stood up and gave an awkward bow, he looked like he wanted the attention to be anywhere but on him. Ophelia cheered and clapped loudly for her father. Jas and Gallgher joined in cheering loudly for the man who jumped to help them on the train. Professor Dumbeldore continued his speech .

“Finally, on a more disquieting note, Hogwarts, at the request of the Ministry of Magic, will, until further notice, play host to the Dementors of Azkaban. The Dementors will be stationed at the entrances to the grounds. While they are under strict orders not to enter the castle itself, you will on occasion see them as you go about your daily activities. Under no circumstances are you to approach them. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving.” “They’re going to be at the castle too? ” Ophelia whispered, complaining to Jas, not wanting to run into a dementor again. “I’m telling you, he has unfinished business, and it’s here in Hogwarts!” Gallagher turned around to exclaim to Jas and Ophelia. Professor

Dumbledore finished his introductory speech and sent the children to bed. The Gryffindor head girl led all the Gryffindors to their new dormitory. “He could be lurking around right now…watching us…waiting until we’re asleep to attack.” Gallagher narrated in a low tone. “I think you’re making it scarier than it needs to be…he’s probably enjoying his newly free life right now and we’re up in arms for no reason.” Ophelia chuckled, she wondered if her words were an attempt to convince herself the situation was not serious. “Yeah, you’re right…but it’s more fun to pretend we’re all in danger.” Gallagher replied, which caused Ophelia and Jas to laugh. “That’s definitely a normal thing to say.” Jas joked. They continued to be led down the halls of the school, taking in their home for the school year. A hand grabbed Ophelia’s shoulder, causing her to jump and quietly gasp, which caused Jas and Gallagher to jump. Ophelia's fear left her when she looked up to see Remus. “Dad,” She stopped to hug him, all the other kids continuing to walk. She looked to Jas and Gallagher, nodding at them as a way to tell them to keep walking with the group. “Are you having fun? Feeling good?” He whispered to his daughter as he pulled her aside. “Yes, we’re going to our dorms right now.” She replied, a little worried that she would be left behind. “I needed to talk to you,” Remus started, bending down to his daughter's height. “I know you were a bit shaken up by what happened on the train and I don’t want to make you scared anymore, but you do need to be cautious. It shou-.” “But should I be scared? Why would Sirius Black come to the castle?” Ophelia cut him off, his persistent cautions started to make her more scared. “Is that why you were so worried this morning? Why didn’t you just tell me it was because of Sirius Black?” “He is a prisoner on the loose, there is a reason Dumbeldore has these precautions in place. Since you now know, I didn’t want you to be scared, but I also want you to take the precautions seriously. So please be careful.” He said in a stern, but sympathetic voice.

“Is he after you? Did you know him? Is he after me?” “No. no. We don’t know what he’s after and you shouldn’t worry about that. As long as you and your friends follow the rules, everything will be alright.” “Okay, I promise I will.” Ophelia ended her slight stubbornness and looked towards the end of the group of Gryffindors walking away from them. “I should get going, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Alright, I love you, see you in class tomorrow.” Remus pulled away from the hug he gave his daughter and smiled. “Love you, see you in class, Professor Lupin.”

Ophelia ran towards the group, then weaved through to catch up to Jas and Gallagher. “What did your dad want?’’ Jas inquired once she caught up to them. “Did he say anything about Sirius Black?” Gallgher leaned over Jas to ask. “Yeah, he said he didn’t know him or what he’s after…but I think he’s lying.”

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robynlilyblack · 1 month ago

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Begging for forgiveness or asking permission?

Fred Weasley x fem! shy! reader

Summary: After years of forbidding anyone from dating their daughter, a certain redhead finally gains the courage to ask their permission

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food, eating, drinking and alcohol, mutal pining, best friends to future lovers, ex Hufflepuff reader, overprotective wolfstar dads, non volley au, pure fluff

A/n: 2.3k words, apologies for any mistakes, happy new year everyone, based on this request from a little while ago ♡

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Fred fiddled with his fingers, slow, unsteady breaths leaving his lips as he tried to ease his nerves. The confidence he’d had last night was gone now that he sat at breakfast. The chatter around him was lively, fun, he could hear his twin recounting one of his favourite pranks from last year to the rest of the table, but all he could think about was you.

You and he had been friends for years now. It all started in his fifth year when he collided with you at a corner while running from your respective prankees…

Start of flashback

“Ugh…fuck…” Fred groans, gritting his teeth as he felt the impact of his arse on cold stone before his eyes flick up, registering your figure across from him, whining with your eyes closed, hand to your head as he realises he just ran full pelt into you “Are…ahh…are you alright?” he asks, wincing a little as he moves to his knees, kneeling before you with his hands hovering around your head, unsure whether it was appropriate to check on you

“Been better” you giggle a little, hand falling from its place as you look up at him “Are you okay?” you ask, smiling shyly as you notice his wary hands before he moves them

He relaxes at your smile, chuckling to himself as he hums “A bit achy but I’m alright” he assures and your smile brightens, however the conversation is interrupted by two distinct yells

“Weasley!”

“Lupin!”

In that moment, Fred was bamboozled, his eyes darting between Filch, angrily approaching down his corridor, and a rather pink-looking Snape coming up yours. Luckily, you weren’t in such a daze. Grabbing his hand, you tugged him up.

“Come on” you say in a hurried yet sweet tone

“Yes, ma’am” he smirked, allowing you to lead him as you hopped quickly through one of the archways and across the courtyard to your escape.

End of flashback

After that, you and Fred met often. Your friendship wasn’t exactly secret, but to your family and friends, it all appeared surface-level. They didn’t know about the pranks you both pulled together back at Hogwarts, or how you would gush to each other about everything and anything, or how you both purposefully chose flats nearby after graduation. No, to the rest of the world, you and Fred were nothing more than acquaintances and neighbours.

“Morning” you greet the table softly, a sleepy smile across your face as you walk over to the kitchen, automatically melting into the conjoined hug of your parents

Fred can’t help but smile a little as he looks away from the scene and back to the table. Over the years, your friendship has grown into something more. There hadn’t been some defining moment when his friendly sentiment matured into love, it was the gradual kind of love, slow, inevitable, until his heart only had room in it for you

“You alright, sweetie?” Fred's head raises at Lily’s voice across from him “You’ve been quiet this morning?” she checks in, her maternal affection warming his heart

His parents were spending the Holidays with Bill and Fleur as she was too close to her due date to travel this year, and the Potters had been more than happy to invite the rest of the Weasley clan to stay with them instead

“Oh, I’m grand” he brushes off her concern “Think I had a bit too much firewhiskey last night” he jokes, earning some laughs from those around him and a small shoulder squeeze from George

George, however, knew he was lying. He’d noticed how different his twin had been acting lately, especially this holiday. Still, he kept his distance, knowing Fred would come to him eventually, just he always did. That didn’t stop him from worrying all the same

“You sure?” he whispers, eyeing his twin

“Yeah, I’ll be okay, promise” Fred assures, gifting a fond smile

Conversation flows again once more as Sirius and Remus join the table, recounting the previous evenings events and filling those who tapped out early on the later escapades. You sit down a few moments later, carefully carrying your mug of hot chocolate, being cautious not to lose any of your marshmallows along the way

“Merlin y/n…” George chuckles as you take a seat across from him “...you want some hot chocolate with those mallows?”

You smile quietly at the teasing, though Fred’s sure if he was any closer, he would be able to feel the heat from your cheeks

“Leave her alone” Ginny jumps to your defence, gently elbowing her brother “You’re just jealous you don’t have one” she teases him back before shooting a wink in your direction

You giggle at that, as does Fred, looking at you fondly as the table settles back into quiet conversation. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to meet his, sleep still clinging to them as you mouth a small ‘hi’. He returns the greeting, and your soft eyes linger on his for a few moments before your smile deepens, and you turn away beginning to fill your plate with the mornings feast

Fred was sure you felt the same way as he did. Nothing was ever said aloud, but there were clear signs, from the soft grazing of hands to stolen glances at lips, even moments like the one just now, littered with quiet confessions and longing. But today was the day that was all going to change. Today was the day he would ask you to be his, but first he had to overcome one major obstacle…your parents.

They were the overprotective type, to the point every boy in this room, plus Ginny, had been given the talkfrom them at one point or another, practically forbidding them from ever dating you. Fred got the talk during his final year at Hogwarts when you and he were paired together in Herbology. Word had gotten back that you and he had been spending time together in the library. Of course, after he explained you two were merely working on your project, they lightened up, but he never forgot how relieved they were, nor how his talk seemed far more intense upon hearing others recount their own

“Alright” Sirius announces as he stands up, Remus following “Anyone need anything else from the shops? Last orders before the shops shut” he claps his hands lightly

“We need some more rum for the pudding” James asks, earning a hum of acknowledgement from Sirius, while Remus shares a knowing look with Lily who had, in fact, helped him in polishing off the last of the rum the night before

“Dad, could we get some big marshmallows to make s’mores?” you speak up “With the good chocolate?” you add shyly, flashing those adorable eyes of yours that they could never resist, not that they ever did

“Of course, pup” Remus chuckles, secretly excited himself, now had an excuse to buy more chocolate for his stash without arousing Sirius’ suspicion “Well, if that's everything, we’ll be off”

Remus and Sirius gave a quick wave as they headed out of the room to grab their coats while Fred sits in thought. This was his chance, an opportunity to grab your parents alone

“Where are you off to?” George asks as Fred stands up, drawing the attention of the entire table

Fred flashes a smile, mostly for you and George as your brows furrow in concern “I’m going to give them a hand. Could use the fresh air to wake me up” he says, keeping up his hungover façade, everyone seems to buy it except yourself and George, however, you both let it go for now as he heads off to catch up with your fathers

Fred hurried out into the cold, his coat only half on as he spotted your parents.

“Merlin they walk fast” he mutters, jogging to catch up while his thoughts race

This is it. Just ask. They’re reasonable men. They won’t murder you on sight… probably

“Hey! You two need a spare hand?” Fred called, finally tugging his coat into place.

The men turn around, glancing at one another before pleasant surprise crosses their faces

“Course, more the merrier. Young lad like yourself can help us carry” Sirius shrugs happily while Remus gestures, hithering for him to join

As they all trecked through a fresh coat of snow, the conversation is light. They ask of his family, the shop, his and George’s plans for expansion to Hogsmeade next summer. Fred is thankful, it gives him the chance to actually connect with them one on one, he asks about their school days, their best pranks, the map. He even learned how they came to the decision to adopt you, leading to a small ramble from Sirius about how proud he was of you on the way back…

“...you know she's just like Moony when he was young…” he says, referring to your shy nature “...though she does have a cheeky side, I know this will surprise you, but she’s a little chatterbox when she gets going…” he continues on

Fred tries his best to hide his smile. It did not surprise him, he adored your rambles, especially that little bounce you did when you were excited

Remus chuckles, gently interrupting his husband off “As much as I love your chatter my love. I’m curious to hear more about how you're doing?” he redirects, his voice kind but pointed “You’ve told us about the shop but…” he trails off, searching for the right words

Sirius, as usual, cuts straight to the point “A little birdy may have let slip that you’re going through a bit of a dry spell”

Fred’s eyes widen, cheeks reddening as he’s taken aback “Ugh…well…umm” he strugges, unable to find words, which only made the couple in front of him chuckle

“I’m sorry Fred, my husband lacks a degree of subtlety…” Remus says, shooting Sirius a look but said man is seemingly unbothered, likely stuck on the word husband and the love sick glow it gave him “What we mean is we’ve noticed ourselves you’ve been a little off since you got here, like your mind is elsewhere” Remus continues “And, well, we may have been talking to George last night. I asked him how things were going with Lee; he mentioned that you’d stopped going out much. He seemed quite worried about you”

Fred lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck “It’s true. I’ve stopped going out as much as I used to” he agrees, though he did not expect this to be the direction this conversation was going

“Growing out of it?” Sirius’ asks, head tiltin with an understanding smile “Happened to me once upon a time”

“You’re half right” Fred admits with a small nod “I have grown a lot since Hogwarts but…there also a reason why nothing ever worked out for the long run” his voice steadies, realising the conversation was leading in the direction he needed it to, his thoughts becoming clearer

This is it. Just say it

“Is there someone special?” Remus asks softly, and Sirius’ expression shifts from mild curiosity to sudden realisation, Fred Weasley, major flirt and prankster extraordinaire has fallen in love

Fred’s eyes flick between the two men, inhaling deeplt before speaking, his voice filled with conviction “Well…that's actually why I offered to help today. I’m in love with your daughter”

Silence

Fred watches their eyes widen in surprise before their expressions become unreadable. The weight of his confession lingered in the chilly air and he braces himself. They clearly hadn’t been expecting that, and there was still a very real chance he was about to decked at the side of the road

“You…” Sirius blinks a few times, shaking his head slightly “You…love her? Not just some passing infatuation or…forbidden fruit nonsense?” he poses holding himself back, his tone wasn’t cruel but the question stung nonetheless

Fred stands his ground, his voice firm yet sincere “I do. Very much. I know I haven’t always been the most shining example, but…loving her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. She’s my best friend. I feel safe around her, seen, listened to…even adopted her rambling” his voice softens, getting a little embarrassed at his gush “She’s my favourite person…don’t tell Georgie” he adds at the end with a nervous laugh

Remus’ expression remains stoic, but Sirius’ soften slightly at Freds sincerity

“Are you begging for forgiveness…” Remus finally asks “…or are you asking for our permission”

Fred’s lips quirk into a small smile “Permission” he confirms without hesitation

Remus and Sirius stare at him for a moment, then glance at one another, something unspoken passing between them

“Do we mess with him?” Sirius whispers to Remus, his hand covering his mouth as he lets a cheeky grin slip through

“As fun as that would be, I think he’s waited long enough” Remus replies softly ”...and so has our pup”

After a few more moments to let Fred think they were really debating the issue Remus turns back towards him and nods “Yes” he says simply

Fred blinks “Seriously?”

Sirius rolls his eyes playfully “Yes, seriously. But if you hurt her…” his tone turns deadly sirius “We will kill you” he warns

Fred smiles wide, relief and joy washing over him “Understood” he nods, but his excitement can no longer be contained “Thank you!” he lunges forward pulling them both into a tight hug, practically lifting them off the ground

Sirius chuckles “Alright…alright! Put s down before we change our minds”

Fred awkwardly sets them down, cheeks red but still wears a huge smile, one that wont be getting wiped off anytime soon. The three resume their walk back to the Potters, but on the way back Sirius glances over his shoulder at Fred

“So, when are ya planning on telling her? Tonight?”

Fred freezes mid step

Remus stops too, a knowing laugh escaping him “You have no idea, do you?”

“Honestly?” Fred admits, a sheepish grin spreading across his face “I didn’t think I’d get this far”

Thank you for reading ♡

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hi loveee!! hope you’re doing well!

i was wondering if i could request no Voldemort AU, Wolfstar!daughter reader where her parents and harry’s parents have been making jokes about her and harry dating, and since then they have seen her slowly fade and eating less and kind of just drifting away for a few months, and when her parents, lily, and james talk to her about it she just tells them she likes girls and was really scared of telling them because she felt she was disappointing them.

if you don’t feel comfortable that’s totally fine!! love your work

An: Thank you and I'm sorry this took so long! I got a little carried away I am so sorry.

Expectations

Wolfstar!Daughter who is struggling to express her sexuality...

Summary: (See above) Reminiscing on some romantic encounters, you have come to the conclusion Harry Potter is not someone you'd ever date. HURT/COMFORT

WC: 7.1k

CW: The reader is so gay, she kissed Luna and Ginny, almost kissed Hermione, some intense negative self talk, mentions of not eating and guilty James and Sirius

The warm smell of toast and coffee wafted through the kitchen as you thundered down the stairs, your shoes slapping against the wood with unbothered energy. The kitchen was alive with the sound of the radio crackling softly in the corner, a cheerful tune mingling with the chatter of voices and the occasional clink of dishes.

Lily stood at the stove, flicking her wand to keep the eggs from burning. James leaned casually against the counter, chewing on a piece of toast and grinning at Sirius, who was regaling everyone with a clearly exaggerated story about his work as an Auror the day before. Remus sat at the table, reading the Daily Prophet with a steaming cup of tea in his hand.

You slipped past Lily with precision, she hardly glanced over her shoulder, smirking. “Late again, I see. I suppose your grand entrance was worth skipping breakfast?”

You gave her a cheeky grin, swiping the slice of toast right out of James’s hand as you breezed by. “Skipping? Please, I’m right on time,” You quipped, taking a dramatic bite and ignoring James’s exaggerated gasp of betrayal.

“Oi!” James protested, clutching his now-empty hand. “I was munching on that!”

“You snooze, you lose, Potter,” You shot back, already rounding the table to Sirius. He was mid-sentence in his story when your arms looped around his shoulders, pulling him into a quick hug. He stopped talking just long enough to lean into the affection, grinning like the proud dad he was.

“Morning, Cherry Bomb,” Sirius greeted, ruffling your hair as you pulled away.

“Morning, Dad,” You hummed breezily before turning to Remus. You leaned down to give him an exaggeratedly loud kiss on the cheek, making him chuckle and shake his head.

“You’re in a good mood,” Remus observed, a small smile tugging at his lips as he folded his newspaper.

“Am I not always?” You asked, snagging another slice of toast from the plate on the table and tossing him a wink.

Laughter and banter filled the room again as the chaos resumed. The radio switched to another upbeat tune, and Lily turned back to her cooking, muttering something about “pot-stirrers” under her breath. Sirius leaned back in his chair, smirking at James’s ongoing complaints about his stolen toast, and Remus sipped his tea, watching the scene unfold with fond amusement.

“Pops, can you-” You started, pointing toward the creamer sitting just out of reach on the table. Before you could even finish your sentence, Remus flicked his wand, and the creamer floated gracefully into your hand.

“Thanks, Pops,” You sang with a grin, pouring a splash into your coffee. “You’re on top of it today.”

“I try,” Remus replied with a faint smirk, returning to his tea and paper without missing a beat.

Before you could reach for the sugar, a familiar hand slid it toward you from the corner of the table. Harry, his hair even messier than usual, had just shuffled into the kitchen, still looking half-asleep but apparently sharp enough to anticipate your needs.

“Here,” he mumbled, stifling a yawn as he pushed the sugar closer.

You gasped dramatically, holding your hand to your chest as though he’d just saved your life. “And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you’re my favorite Potter.”

Harry blinked at you, clearly too tired to respond with his usual quick wit. “Not a high bar,” He muttered, sliding into the chair next to Remus and slumping forward.

James, who had been about to take a sip of coffee, froze mid-motion, eyes widening in mock offense. “Excuse me?! I am the original Potter- one might say the prototype- and therefore the best!”

“Don’t forget the loudest,” Sirius added with a grin, earning a glare from James.

Lily turned from the stove, wagging her spatula in your direction. “Careful, love, you’re going to give Harry a big head.”

You snorted, swirling your coffee as you leaned back against the counter. “Please, his head’s big enough already. I’m just giving credit where it’s due.”

Harry, now more awake, gave you a sideways glance, a hint of a smirk creeping onto his face. “You know, you’re really setting the bar low if all it takes is a sugar bowl to win you over.”

“Hey,” you shot back, pointing your spoon at him, “don’t underestimate the power of good timing and selflessness, Potter. You could learn a thing or two from your favorite person.”

Harry rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “If I’m your favorite, I dread to think how you treat your least favorite.”

“Easy,” You cheeked with a wicked grin, “I steal their toast.”

James groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “Unbelievable! You two are ganging up on me. Is this what parenthood leads to? Betrayal at every turn?”

“Seems like it,” Sirius chimed in, leaning back in his chair with a wolfish grin. “Honestly, Prongs, they’d make a great couple- at least then someone would appreciate your genes.”

You nearly choked on your coffee, sputtering as you quickly set the mug down. “Oh, come on,” You shot at Sirius, your tone sharp but playful, though a prickle of discomfort crept into your chest.

James was grinning now, clearly enjoying himself. “You know, he’s not wrong. Potter and Black- it’s destiny, really. Perfect balance of brains and chaos.”

“Merlin’s beard, not this again,” You groaned, running a hand down your face. “The only thing Harry and I are destined for is quidditch captain, and I’m winning.”

“But think of the headlines!” Sirius pressed on, clearly relishing the way you were squirming. “‘Auror Legacy Marries rebel Black 2.0.’ It’s got a ring to it.”

“Don’t,” Lily cut in sharply, waving her spatula like a weapon. “You’re embarrassing them.”

Remus huffed quietly, setting his tea down with a frown. “Honestly, can’t the two of you give it a rest? They’re kids, not a tabloid story.”

You seized the moment, folding your arms and aiming your most cutting glare at your dads. “Thank you, Pops. Finally, someone with some sense.”

Sirius, unbothered, leaned over to nudge James. “You notice how defensive she’s getting? Means we’re onto something.”

“That’s because you’re delusional,” You snapped, though your tone had lost its bite. “For the record, Harry and I would never work. He’s a disaster, I’m a disaster, and that’s just too much disaster for one relationship.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at you, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Speak for yourself. I’d carry this disaster just fine.”

“Oh, please,” You fired back, your grin tight but still intact. “You can’t even carry your Firebolt without tripping over your own feet.”

The room erupted in laughter, and you forced a chuckle, though the weight of their teasing lingered. You’d always been good at playing along, but this time, something about it felt different. The jokes stung in a way they hadn’t before, but you weren't ignorant to why.

The laughter in the kitchen echoed around you, but it began to feel muffled, as if someone had pressed a pillow over your ears. You stared at your coffee mug, your grin faltering slightly, though you were careful to hide it. The jokes about you and Harry- something you’d always brushed off with ease- felt heavier lately, the sting burrowing deeper into your chest.

Your grip tightened around the coffee mug as the laughter in the kitchen grew distant, the sound blurring into background noise. Your mind wandered, pulling you back to a quieter moment, one you rarely let yourself dwell on.

The library was quiet save for the soft rustle of pages and the occasional whispered reprimand from Madam Pince. You’d been helping Hermione find a particularly elusive book for her research, one she was determined to get her hands on without incurring the wrath of the ever-watchful librarian.

“You’re sure it’s up there?” Hermione had whispered, standing on her tiptoes as she pointed toward the highest shelf.

“Positive,” you’d replied, smirking as you pulled your wand out and flicked it expertly. The book floated down, landing gently in her hands.

“Show-off,” she murmured, though her lips curved into a faint smile.

You’d grinned back, feeling uncharacteristically shy under her warm gaze. The moment lingered longer than it should have, her eyes searching yours as she clutched the book to her chest. There had been something there- something thrillingly unfamiliar. The space between you had felt electric, the quiet of the library amplifying every breath, every heartbeat.

You’d thought about leaning in, about what it might feel like to close the gap. But the creak of Madam Pince’s footsteps had shattered the moment, and you’d stepped back, laughing it off as Hermione tucked the book under her arm and muttered something about returning to the common room.

“Oi,” Sirius’s voice cut through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You blinked, realizing the room had gone quieter. Sirius leaned back in his chair, his expression softening as he looked at you. “You alright, trouble?”

“Yeah,” You smiled quickly, plastering on your signature grin to mask the lingering thoughts. “Just tired, I guess.”

Sirius didn’t press, but his gaze lingered a moment longer before he turned back to James, who was recounting a story you’d already heard a dozen times.

“Well,” Sirius said, clapping his hands on the table as he stood. “Time to pack it up, everyone. Let’s head home before the house decides to redecorate itself again.”

Lily shot him a look, though there was a smile playing on her lips. “That house doesn’t need redecorating. It needs a miracle.”

Sirius smirked. “And I’m just the man for the job.”

You chuckled softly, slipping off your stool and stretching as the others began gathering their things.

For now, you focused on the warmth of the kitchen, the familiar sound of Sirius and James bickering, and the way Remus always managed to keep everything running smoothly. It was enough, at least for the moment.

The goodbyes at the Potters’ were as warm and chaotic as the morning had been. Hugs were exchanged, and James couldn’t resist pulling you into an exaggerated bear hug, practically lifting you off your feet.

“Take care of my heir, Cherry Bomb,” James teased, grinning ear to ear as he nodded toward Harry. “You two are a dream team, after all.”

“James,” Lily said warningly, her tone sharp but her smile betraying her amusement.

“You’re delusional,” You shot back with a scoff, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed how much the teasing was starting to wear on you. You glanced at Harry, who offered you a small, sympathetic smile before pulling you into a quick side hug of his own.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Harry mumbled under his breath. “They’re impossible.”

“Right back at you,” You replied with a crooked grin, but your heart wasn’t entirely in it.

As you stepped back, Sirius clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder and gave you a knowing smirk. “Don’t worry, Prongs, I’ll make sure they don’t elope without your blessing.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” You groaned, throwing your hands up as Remus gave Sirius a pointed look and muttered something about restraint.

“Goodbye, Lily,” You said pointedly, ignoring the boys and turning to give her a warm hug. She gave you a small squeeze, whispering a quick “Be patient with them” in your ear before you stepped away.

Sirius finally ushered you toward the car, jingling the keys in his hand like a prize. “Alright, let’s hit the road before James gets any more brilliant ideas.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he slipped into the passenger seat. “Or before you make any, for that matter.”

You climbed into the backseat, slumping against the window as Sirius started the car with a triumphant flourish. He seemed to take a little too much pleasure in the sputtering growl of the engine, muttering something under his breath about “showing Walburga what she’s talking about.”

The car pulled away from the Potters’ house, and the chatter in the front seat quickly turned into playful bickering between your dads. Sirius insisted he didn’t need a map, while Remus quietly pointed out every turn they were about to miss.

But you barely registered their voices. Instead, you stared out the window, your mind wandering again. The familiar streets blurred together as you replayed the events of the morning, the teasing, the lingering stares, and the way Harry’s half-smile seemed to carry a shared understanding.

But still, you were elsewhere.

You and Ginny had been wandering aimlessly, avoiding curfews and teachers, giggling over whatever nonsense had entertained you that day.

She had shoved you playfully against the wall in a narrow corridor, her fiery red hair catching the dim light as she grinned up at you. You’d retaliated immediately, pushing her back with a mock growl, but she was quicker, spinning and pinning you to the stone wall with a strength that belied her smaller frame.

“You’ve got to stop underestimating me,” She teased, her freckled nose scrunching as she smirked. “One day, I’ll wipe that cocky grin off your face.”

“Big words for a Weasley,” You quipped, grinning. “Want to back them up?”

Ginny paused then, her smile faltering just enough for you to notice. Her hands lingered on your shoulders, her grip light but steady. Her brown eyes softened, and something thick hung in the air between you, heavy and electric.

Her voice dropped, quiet and teasing, but there was a nervous edge beneath her bravado.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at her, the confident grin slipping from your face. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say a word, Ginny leaned in.

Her lips brushed yours, soft and tentative, the kiss lasting only a heartbeat. It was over almost as soon as it began, but the feeling lingered- a spark, warm and thrilling, like the crackle of fire catching on dry wood.

You barely had time to process it before Ginny leaned back, her cheeks flushed as she studied your face. “Well?” She asked, her tone light but her eyes searching. “How was that?”

You swallowed, your voice coming out a little breathless despite your best efforts to play it cool. “Not bad, Weasley. Not bad at all.”

Ginny’s grin returned, bright and cheeky. “Told you I’d shut you up one day.”

Before you could respond, Ron’s voice rang out from the far end of the corridor, calling for Ginny. The two of you jumped apart as if burned, your heart racing as her brother’s footsteps approached.

“Guess I'm caught.” Ginny muttered, casting you a quick glance. Her expression was a mix of amusement and something deeper- something you were familiar with. She turned on her heel, jogging down the corridor to meet Ron as if nothing had happened.

You stood frozen for a moment, your fingertips brushing your lips as you replayed the moment over and over in your mind.

“Oi, trouble,” Sirius’s voice yanked you back to the present, his tone amused but curious. “You’ve been awfully quiet back there. What’s on your mind?”

You blinked, realizing you were still in the car, the hum of the engine grounding you as the memory faded. You plastered on a grin, shaking your head as you leaned back in your seat.

“Just tired, dad,” you replied, your voice light and teasing. “Long morning.”

Sirius glanced at you in the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion, but he didn’t press. “Well, don’t fall asleep back there. I’m not carrying you up the stairs again.”

Remus chuckled softly, turning in his seat to look at you with a knowing smile. “He says that, but we both know he would.”

You laughed, grateful for the distraction they didn't know they provided.

The car pulled to a stop in front of Grimmauld Place, and you were out of the backseat before Sirius could even turn off the engine. The heavy door creaked open under your hand, and the familiar musty air of the house greeted you. You were halfway up the stairs when Walburga Black’s shrill voice began to echo from her portrait in the hallway.

“Filthy half-bloods! Defilers of the noble house of Black!”

Without missing a beat, you stopped at the landing and turned to face her, smirking as her painted eyes glared daggers at you.

“Oh, shut it, you old hag,” You snapped, your voice dripping with mockery. “If this house had any standards left, your frame would be collecting dust in the attic.”

Walburga’s wails grew louder, incoherent insults tumbling from her mouth. Behind you, Sirius strode in, shaking snow from his jacket as he glanced up at the commotion.

“Oi, pup, what’s all this noise about?” He called, grinning when he spotted you leaning casually against the banister.

“Just giving dear old Gran her daily reminder that she’s irrelevant,” You shrugged, crossing your arms. “Thought she might appreciate the consistency.”

Sirius barked out a laugh, dropping his keys onto the hall table. “Ah, you’re a good kid. Keeping family tradition alive.”

He turned to Walburga’s portrait with an exaggerated bow. “Lovely as always, Mother. But if you don’t pipe down, I’ll have to introduce you to my new Muggle rock records.”

Her screeches hit a new pitch, and Sirius winked at you before turning to Remus, who was rolling his eyes and carrying the bags into the livingroom.

“Don’t encourage her,” Remus muttered, though his lips twitched with a faint smile.

Sirius waved him off, clearly pleased with himself. You snickered and started back up the stairs, shouting one last retort over your shoulder at Walburga.

“Hope you have a terrible night, you miserable cow.”

Her howls followed you all the way to your bedroom door, but you ignored them, shutting yourself inside with a satisfying click.

You flopped onto your bed with a dramatic sigh, your body sinking into the mattress. The familiar creak of the springs beneath you was oddly comforting, even as your mind wandered. Staring at the cracked ceiling, you let the faint noises of the house fade into the background: the distant hum of conversation downstairs, the occasional groan of the pipes, the muffled screeches of Walburga’s indignation.

The memories came rushing back unbidden, weaving themselves into the present.

It was well past midnight. Grimmauld Place was silent except for the occasional creak of the old house settling, its usual cacophony of voices replaced by the muffled hum of distant dreams. The kitchen was dimly lit by a single candle, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows on the aged stone walls. You and Luna had crept downstairs, stifling giggles like two schoolchildren sneaking past a strict headmaster.

Luna sat on the counter, her legs swinging idly, her pale blonde hair catching the soft glow of the candlelight. She watched you rummage through the pantry with the serene curiosity she always seemed to carry, her gaze steady and unbothered even when you nearly dropped a jar of biscuits.

Her soft laughter bubbled up, the sound light and airy, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Careful,” she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. “We wouldn’t want to wake the ghosts.”

You turned to her, holding up the jar triumphantly. “Ghosts don’t care about biscuits, Luna,” you quipped, though your tone lacked its usual edge. Something about her presence always softened you.

Luna tilted her head, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. “Maybe not. But I imagine they’d enjoy the company.”

Her words hung in the air between you, her gaze steady and unwavering. The intimacy of the moment- the stillness of the house, the shared laughter, the closeness- felt overwhelming. You set the jar down on the counter, your movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid to shatter the fragile quiet.

“What?” You asked softly, your voice low as you stepped closer. The question wasn’t accusatory, just curious, as though you could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing against you.

Luna didn’t respond with words. Instead, she leaned down, her movements slow and deliberate, as if giving you the chance to step away. When you didn’t, her lips brushed yours, soft and tentative. The kiss started slow, hesitant, like the first notes of a melody yet to find its rhythm.

But then it deepened, a quiet fervor building as her hands found your shirt, tangling in the fabric and pulling you closer. Your hands instinctively rested on her hips, grounding yourself in the warmth of her presence. The candle flickered wildly, like its flame was threatening to extinguish under the intensity of the moment, but neither of you paid it any mind.

When you finally pulled back, the world felt different, quieter, as if the house itself was holding its breath. Luna’s gaze held yours, her cheeks flushed but her expression calm, steady.

“Was that alright?” She asked, her voice barely audible in the stillness.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you offered her a small, shy smile. “Yeah,” You murmured, your voice thick with something you couldn’t quite name. “It was more than alright.”

Luna’s smile widened, and for a moment, the weight of everything else fell away. In that kitchen, under the flicker of candlelight, it was just the two of you, wrapped in a moment that felt like it had been waiting for you all along.

The memory lingered like a soft melody, playing on repeat in your mind. Luna’s serene gaze, her touch, the flicker of candlelight that had seemed to mirror the spark between you- everything about it had felt right. Safe. But as you tried to focus on her eyes, your heart sank.

Like some cruel trick, the silvery blue of her irises shifted, darkening until they glowed an all-too-familiar shade of green. The serene warmth of Luna’s face dissolved, replaced by Harry’s steady, piercing gaze.

A shock ran through your body, sharp and unforgiving, jolting you out of the blissful memory like a bucket of ice water. Your chest tightened, the sudden dissonance between memory and reality leaving you breathless.

“No,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head as though you could physically dislodge the image. “No, no, no.”

Your hands clenched into fists, and a frustrated growl tore from your throat. You grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room with all the force you could muster. The satisfying whomp of impact was immediately followed by a loud crash as the pillow toppled your bedside lamp, sending it to the floor in a spray of shattered glass.

The sound made you wince, your frustration replaced by a pang of guilt. You sat up, running a hand through your hair as you surveyed the mess on the floor. The dim light of the room cast eerie reflections off the broken shards, and for a moment, you felt as fragmented as the lamp lying before you.

“Oi! Everything alright up there?” Remus’s voice carried up the stairs, calm yet laced with concern.

You winced, glancing down at the shattered remains of the lamp, your heart sinking. “Uh… yeah!” You called back, scrambling for an excuse. “Just… taking out some aggression on a pillow!”

There was a pause before Remus replied, his voice tinged with amusement. “And did the pillow learn its lesson?”

You hesitated, looking at the broken lamp before sighing. “Uhm… it seems my lamp learned it for him!”

A loud bark of laughter echoed from downstairs, followed closely by Sirius’s booming voice. “Don’t touch it! I’m coming up!”

Your stomach twisted as the familiar sound of Sirius’s boots on the stairs grew louder. You quickly crouched by the broken lamp, trying to sweep the shards into a neat pile with your hands, only to nick your finger on one of the sharper edges.

“Bloody hell,” You hissed, sticking the wounded finger in your mouth as Sirius’s voice reached the landing outside your door.

“Oi, trouble,” He called, knocking once before pushing the door open without waiting for an answer. He took one look at the broken lamp, the glass scattered across the floor, and your sheepish expression before crossing his arms and leaning casually against the doorframe.

“What happened?” He prodded, though his tone was more curious than accusatory.

You stood, brushing your hands on your trousers and avoiding his gaze. “The pillow was out of line, so I threw it,” You admitted, gesturing toward the offending pillow lying innocently on the floor. “Didn’t realize it had a vendetta against my lamp- unfortunately he took her down with him.”

Sirius’s lips twitched as he tried to hold back a grin. “Sounds like the lamp got the short end of the stick,” He mused, stepping further into the room to inspect the damage. “What’s really going on?”

You hesitated, unsure how much you wanted to share. Sirius had a knack for prying the truth out of you, but sometimes you weren’t ready to give it up.

“Just… had a lot on my mind,” Your voice muttered quietly. “Needed to let it out.”

Sirius tilted his head, studying you for a moment. Then, without a word, he pulled his wand from his back pocket and pointed it at the shattered lamp. “Reparo!”

The broken shards flew back together with a soft clink, reforming into the lamp as if nothing had happened. Sirius smirked, giving the now-intact lamp a light tap with his wand for good measure.

You stared at it, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Of course,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Sirius grinned, tucking his wand away. “Because you’re dramatic, Cherry Bomb. Always have to make a scene.” He leaned back against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a knowing look. “What’s the fun in fixing things when you can wallow in the chaos a little longer, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Alright, alright. You’ve had your moment. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late, just lets me know you still need me.” Sirius replied, flashing a cocky grin. Then his expression softened, his gaze flickering to you with something closer to concern. “But seriously, kid, you good?”

You hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on you. Sirius might joke around, but his ability to see through you had always been unnerving.

“I’m fine,” you finally said, though it sounded unconvincing even to your own ears. You tried to smile, hoping it would sell the lie. “Just a long day, you know?”

Sirius didn’t look convinced, but he let it go- for now. “Alright, if you say so. But if you ever need to talk… well, you know where I am.”

You nodded, feeling a flicker of gratitude for his understanding. “Thanks, Dad.”

Sirius smirked at the title, ruffling your hair as he passed by you toward the door. “Get some rest, pup. And maybe lay off the pillow abuse next time, yeah?”

“Only if it's learned its lesson.”

He gave you a playful glare. You laughed softly as he left, shutting the door behind him. The room fell silent once more, save for the faint hum of the house around you. You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the repaired lamp and letting out a long, steadying breath.

"Dramatic," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head. But the small smile faltered, slipping away as something cold and heavy began to settle in your chest. A creeping dread gnawed at the edges of your mind, setting your breaths into an unsteady rhythm.

Dramatic.

You could almost hear Sirius’s teasing tone, James’s bark of laughter. The word echoed, sharp and cutting in the stillness of the room.

“They’re just joking.”

“Don’t take it to heart.”

“They don’t mean it.”

You’d told yourself these things countless times before. But their voices played on a loop in your head, louder and louder, until you could hardly think of anything else.

“If you get married, we’ll finally be a big pack!”

“You two would be perfect together!”

“You’d work so well- balance each other out!”

James and Sirius’s teasing words replayed with such vivid clarity, the echo of their laughter twisting in your chest like a knife. Even Lily’s and Remus’s softer reassurances slipped in, well-meaning but hollow now, reminders that they’d never taken it as seriously as you did.

Because all jokes have a bit of truth to them, don’t they? That dark, nagging voice in the back of your mind whispered its usual poison. What if they mean every word? What if they’ve always meant it?

The years of good-natured teasing, the remarks, the suggestions- they stretched out in your memory, suddenly too heavy to ignore. And for the first time, you wondered if that was all you were to them. If you were just a puzzle piece waiting to fit into their perfect picture.

The thought made you feel small, insignificant. Like your only worth to them was tied to something you didn’t even want. It wasn’t a new fear- not really- but it had always been something you could push aside. Something you could shake off with a roll of your eyes and a forced laugh.

But not today.

Today, it was eating you alive.

The weeks that followed were quiet. Too quiet. The lively energy you usually brought to Grimmauld Place seemed to dim, like a fire struggling to stay lit. The teasing banter that once felt like second nature now felt heavy, stifling. You found yourself retreating into your room more often, your appetite waning as the days blurred together.

At first, they didn’t notice- not fully. James and Sirius chalked it up to stress, maybe a rough patch. “She’ll bounce back,” Sirius had said confidently, leaning back in his chair like it was a guarantee.

But then you started skipping meals. Not just breakfast, but dinner too. You’d pick at your plate, offering vague excuses before excusing yourself early. The chatter at the table would falter each time you slipped away, the tension thickening like storm clouds.

You avoided Harry most of all. The warm sibling bond you’d always shared felt unbearable now, every interaction laced with an invisible wall you couldn’t bring yourself to break. He’d tried to confront you once, standing awkwardly in the doorway to your room.

“Hey,” he had said, his voice uncertain but soft. “You’ve been… quiet lately. Everything alright?”

You had plastered on a smile, too tight to be convincing. “I’m fine, Harry. Just tired.”

He’d hesitated, his hand gripping the doorframe like he wasn’t sure whether to stay or leave. “You can talk to me, you know. About anything.”

The lump in your throat had felt insurmountable, and you’d turned away under the guise of searching for something on your desk. “I know. Thanks.”

He hadn’t pushed further, but you’d felt his lingering gaze before he left, the door clicking softly behind him.

Sirius, of course, noticed the cracks in your armor. He’d tried to coax you back to your usual self with his over-the-top antics, but your forced chuckles only seemed to worry him more. Remus had asked if you were feeling ill, his sharp eyes scanning your face with parental concern, but you waved him off with a quiet reassurance that everything was fine.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting Grimmauld Place in a muted twilight. The kitchen was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the radio in the background and the occasional clatter of dishes as Lily cleaned up after dinner. You sat at the table, idly tracing patterns on the wood with your fingernail, your untouched tea growing cold in front of you.

“Alright, love,” Lily said softly, breaking the silence. She pulled out a chair and sat across from you, her eyes kind but steady. “I’m not one to pry, but something’s been eating at you for weeks, and we’re all worried.”

You froze, your fingers stilling on the table. “I’m fine,” you muttered, the words automatic, rehearsed.

Lily tilted her head, her fiery hair catching the faint light. “You’re not fine. And that’s okay. But shutting us out isn’t going to help.”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “It’s nothing. Really.”

“It’s not nothing,” Lily pressed gently. “You’ve been pulling away from everyone-especially Harry. You barely eat, you hardly talk, and you don’t even sass Walburga anymore. That’s not like you.”

The mention of Harry made your chest tighten. You clenched your jaw, your hands curling into fists on the table. “It’s nothing he did,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Lily’s brows lifted slightly, her gaze sharpening. “Then what is it?”

You hesitated, the storm of emotions that had been building for weeks threatening to spill over. The kitchen felt too small, too stifling, and Lily’s unwavering gaze made it impossible to retreat.

“I just…” You started, your voice trembling. You shook your head, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m tired of the jokes. The teasing. All of it.”

Lily frowned, leaning forward slightly. “What jokes?”

“The ones about me and Harry,” you snapped, your voice louder than you intended. “About how we’re perfect for each other. About how it’s destiny. It’s like that’s all anyone sees when they look at us.”

Lily’s expression softened, but she didn’t interrupt. She waited, giving you the space to continue.

“I’m not…” You took a deep breath, the words sticking in your throat. “I’m not in love with him. I never have been. And I never will be.”

Your voice broke on the last word, and you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders trembling. Lily reached under the table, her hand resting gently on your knee. “It’s alright, love,” she said softly. “Keep going.”

“I hate it,” you admitted, your voice muffled. “I hate how they act like it’s inevitable. Like my only purpose is to… to marry Harry and make everyone happy.”

Lily’s hand squeezed your knee, her touch grounding you. “No one expects that from you,” she said gently. “Not really.”

“They do,” you insisted, lifting your head to meet her gaze. Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t care. “Even if they don’t say it outright, they mean it. And I’m just supposed to go along with it because it’s what they want.”

“Do you want to date Harry?” Lily asked, her voice careful, measured.

You shook your head vehemently, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “No. I don’t. I’ve never wanted that. I don’t… I’m not even attracted to men.”

The confession hung heavy in the air, the weight of it both terrifying and freeing. Lily’s eyes widened briefly, but she quickly masked her surprise with a soft, understanding smile.

“That’s what’s been eating at you,” she said quietly, more to herself than to you. “You’ve been carrying this alone.”

You nodded, your throat tight. “I just… I didn’t know how to say it. And I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously.”

“I take you seriously,” Lily said firmly, her hand never leaving yours. “And I’m so proud of you for telling me.”

Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. The door creaked open, and you looked up to see James, Sirius, and Remus standing there, their expressions a mixture of concern and uncertainty.

Lily turned her head toward them, her gaze sharp. “Don’t you dare say a word.”

“We weren’t eavesdropping,” James said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “We just… heard voices.”

You flushed, your chest tightening as their presence threatened to overwhelm you. But Lily’s hand squeezed your knee again, her steady presence grounding you.

“It’s alright,” She murmured, her voice low. “If you’re ready.”

You hesitated, your gaze flickering between the three men. James looked as though he was holding his breath, Sirius’s expression was unreadable, and Remus’s eyes were filled with quiet understanding.

Finally, you exhaled, your shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m not in love with Harry,” you said, your voice steadier now. “And I’m not interested in men. At all. And I- hate that you guys assume. Assume I-” Your voice cracked and there was a long moment of silence.

Sirius moved first, his usual bravado stripped away as he slowly approached you. His grey eyes were soft, filled with something that looked painfully close to regret. He crouched down beside your chair, resting one hand on the table and the other gently on your arm.

"Kid," he started, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to... I didn’t realize we were pushing you like this."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. Sirius squeezed your arm lightly, his expression heartbreakingly tender.

"You’re my little girl," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "The last thing I’d ever want is to make you feel like you’re anything less than exactly who you’re supposed to be. And if we made you feel that way... I’ll never forgive myself."

That did it. The tears you’d been holding back slipped free, and you let out a shaky breath. Sirius reached up to gently wipe one away, his touch careful and loving. "You don’t owe anyone an explanation. You don’t have to be what anyone expects, not even us."

Behind him, Remus was watching with a guarded expression, his gaze flickering between you and James. The latter stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale and his hands trembling at his sides. He looked like he’d been punched in the gut.

"I..." James started, his voice cracking slightly. He swallowed hard, his hazel eyes glistening as he took a shaky step forward. "I didn’t know. I didn’t- Merlin, I’m so sorry."

You looked up at him, your tears blurring his figure. His voice broke again as he continued, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought we were just joking around, just... having a laugh. I didn’t realize we were hurting you. I would never-" He cut himself off, running a hand through his already-messy hair. "I never wanted you hurting."

Sirius’s hand remained steady on your arm as he glanced back at James, his expression unreadable. But the slight twitch of his jaw and the flicker of his gaze told you he was holding back words of his own.

Remus finally stepped in, his calm, measured tone breaking the tension. "It’s not about what any of us wanted," he said softly, addressing James but keeping his focus on you. "It’s about what she needed- and didn’t get- from the people who were supposed to protect her."

James visibly flinched, his shoulders slumping as he looked at you again. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "For every stupid joke, for every time I didn’t think- just, all of it. I’m so, so sorry."

For the first time in weeks, you felt the weight in your chest lighten, just a little. You nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to be seen for who I am. Not... not who you all want me to be."

James nodded, his eyes glassy but determined. "You’re right. And from now on, we’ll do better. I’ll do better."

Sirius tightened his grip on your arm briefly before letting go, his hand coming up to cup your face. "We’ll figure this out, pup. You’ve got us. Always."

"And for what it’s worth," Remus added, his soft smile offering a flicker of comfort, "we’re proud of you. For being honest, even when it’s hard."

Before silence could over take the room; Harry entered the kitchen with his usual messy hair and an expression of mild concern, but the moment he saw your tear-streaked face, his demeanor changed entirely. His eyes darted between you, Sirius, and James, his body tensing like he was ready to jump to your defense.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his voice sharp with alarm. He pointed an accusatory finger at James. “Dad, what did you say? Did you-”

“Harry,” You interrupted quickly, your voice wavering but firm. You stood from your chair and took a step toward him, guilt tugging at your chest. “It’s not him. It’s not anyone’s fault. I just… I should’ve talked to you sooner.”

Harry blinked, his brow furrowing as he looked down at you. “Talked to me about what? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “I’ve been ignoring you, and that wasn’t fair. I’m sorry, Harry.”

He shook his head, his concern not easing. “Don’t worry about that. I just want to know what’s wrong.”

The words caught in your throat for a moment, but then you found the courage to say them. “I like girls.”

Harry stared at you for a second, his expression unreadable. “Yeah,” he said slowly, his tone filled with cautious confusion, “Me too.”

For a brief, horrifying moment, you thought you’d miscalculated everything. But then he raised an eyebrow, smirking as he added, “You kinda snogged my girlfriend, though.”

You blinked, startled by the unexpected quip. Then the absurdity of it hit you, and a laugh bubbled out of your chest, light and free. Harry grinned at your reaction, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you like a protective barrier, and for the first time in weeks, you had your best friend back.

“I was so worried,” He mumbled into your shoulder, his voice softer now. “You’ve been so distant, and I didn’t know what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything,” You assured him, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s just been… a lot. But I’m okay now. Or I will be.”

Harry pulled back just enough to look at you, his green eyes searching yours. “You could’ve told me, I’m always on your side, you know that, right?”

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes again, but this time they were accompanied by a warm smile. “I know. Thanks, Harry.”

He ruffled your hair affectionately, his grin mischievous now. “And, for the record, you owe me for Ginny. That was cheeky.”

“I’ll buy her flowers,” Your smirked with a chuckle, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

“I said you owe me. Stop trying to take her from me.” He chuckled, shoving you softly.

The room, once so heavy with tension, now felt warm again. Sirius, James, and Remus watched from the sidelines, their expressions a mixture of relief and quiet pride. Harry kept his arm around your shoulders as he turned to his dad and the others.

“Well,” he said brightly, “looks like we’re all good here. Is the kitchen open again? I feel like I'm owed desert- you made my cousin cry.”

The group erupted into laughter, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could laugh with them- truly laugh, without the weight of expectation holding you down.

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Speak now (Marauders' version) Masterlist

Hi! this is the first time I'm posting in the Marauders fandom, and as my formal application I decided to write a series of different one-shots and drabbles based on Speak now :)

Therefore I present to you: Speak now (Marauders' version), in which each song has its own piece of writing for a diffent marauders era character.

Here is the masterlist, I'll be uploading it weekly, (at least once a week). First piece of writing will be up tomorrow.

Some clarifications: reader is fem! unless stated differently. English is not my first lenguage, so some mistakes are bound to happen, if you spot any don't hesitate to politely reach out.

If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or ask!

Mine - Remus x reader

Remus swears he's never been more in love. "Flash forwards and we're takin' on the word together, and there's a drawer of my thing at your place" "You are the best thing, That's ever been mine" Domestic fluff

Sparks fly - Sirius x Pure blood Slytherin!reader + What happened after.

Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor. “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right” Hurt/comfort

Back to december - Remus x reader

Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it. “So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night" It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine” Hurt comfort, second chance romance

Speak now - James x Malfoy!reader

If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion. “So don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out” Hurt/comfort, Fluff, arranged marriage

Maybe you should have listened to your best friend's warning about Regulus, you didn't. Now you just have to deal with the consequences. “Maybe it's you and your sick need To give love then take it away. And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors, Who don't understand" "And I'll look back and regret. I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can" Angst

Dear John - Regulus x reader

Mean - Lily x reader

You had some words you'd like to say to Snape after he insulted the kindest girl you've ever met "All you are is mean. And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life" Hurt/comfort

The story of us - Sirius x reader

Sometimes your relationship with Sirius looked like a contest of who could be more prideful, but this time it's gone too far and all you want is to have him back. "This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less. But I liked it more when you were on my side, the battle's in your hands now." Angst, fluff

Never grow up - Wolfstar x daughther!reader (No voldy au)

Remus and Sirius watch their daughter grow up and wish she could stay as their little girl forever. “Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. And no one will desert you, Just try to never grow up, never grow up” Fluff

Enchanted - Remus x reader (Soulmate au)

As soon as you saw him walking through the door you knew you'd love him forever. His first words only verified it. Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette, Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts, Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you” Fluff

Better than revenge - James Potter x reader

Maybe fake dating your ex's best friend wasn't the best way of getting revenge "The story starts when it was hot and it was summer, and I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you can say"Sabotage"" Fake dating

Innocent - Regulus x reader

After he realized what his parents have done Regulus can't help but breakdown, good thing you are there for him. “Did some things you can't speak of, But at night you live it all again. You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, If only you had seen what you know now then" Hurt/comfort

Haunted - Remus x reader

Remus' worlds shifts entirely when his worst nightmare becomes true and he isn't sure if he is ever going to be able to look at you again when he is sure he has destroyed your life. “Something's gone terribly wrong, You're all I wanted.Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone, Can't turn back now, I'm haunted” angst hurt/comfort

Last Kiss - Sirius x reader

Breaking up with sirius was the hardest thing you've ever done. You can't help but miss the way his lips felt against yours. "I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions” Angst

Long live - poly!Marauders x reader (Band!Au)

All your hard work as a band has led you and the boys to this moment, nominated as the best new artist and attending one of the most prestigius galas in the music industry. “I passed the pictures around, Of all the years that we stood there, On the sidelines wishing for right now When they gave us our trophies, And we held them up for our town, and The Cynics were outragedScreaming, "This is absurd!"” Fluff

Ours - James x reader (Band!Au)

When people start to comment on James' personality is your job to make sure he knows how much he means to everyone, but specifically how much he means to you. “So don't you worry your pretty, little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours” Hurt/comfort

Superman - Remus x reader (Spiderman!Au)

Remus worries that his girlfriend will leave him when she learns the truth. You worry he is too oblivious to realize you already know. "I'll be right here on the ground, When you come back down. Tall, dark and beautiful. He's complicated, he's irrational, But I hope someday he'll take me away, And save the day fluff

From the vault tracks

Electric touch - Sirius x reader (College!Au)

Your friends are tired of telling you that he is going to break your heart. You'd let Sirius gamble with your heart as long as the chance of hapiness is there. “All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch”

When Emma falls in love - James x reader

You navigate what's like to be in love with James 'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave” fluff Hurt/comfort

I can see you - Remus x reader

As much as you hated him, you couldn't deny his natural charm and the way he seemed to have a magnetic field around him that made you gravitate towards him, once and once again. “Passed me a note sayin’, "Meet me tonight", Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell. And I could see you being my addiction, You can see me as a secret mission. Hide away and I will start behaving myself" Rivals to lover

Castles crumbling - Regulus x reader (Royal Au)

You loved him more than anything, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. But your love is impossible and forbidden. When he doesn't have anything left he runs to you, wondering if you'll love him now. “And I feel like my castle's crumbling down And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down You don't wanna know me now” Hurt/comfort, forbidden romace, fluff

Foolish one - Peter x reader

Peter is used to being the second chance, but he can't help but feel betrayed when his bestfriend and crush starts to get closer to Sirius. "Foolish one, Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out" Hurt/comfort

Timeless - James x reader (Soulmate!Au)

James and you are fated to find each other in every life you live. "Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, So even in a different life You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless" Fluff

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