#you will always be my favourite tortured werewolf

[whatsitzface]

Birthday Boy!

[hedwig221b]

HIIII can you list some of your favourite angst heart-wrenching sobbing sliding down the walls fics ? idc if it’s short or long i need some angst rnn please and thank uuu <3

Hi, sweetie! This was difficult for me, bc I'm a sucker for angst, basically all I read is angst and I have like 200 fics saved. Here's a looong list of the ones which I know for sure I can always come back to for some good old angst.

STEREK ANGST FIC RECS from HEDWIG221B

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

(Explicit, 33k, Amnesia, Violence)

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

all roads they lead me here by spaceprincessem

(Teen, 39k, Mates, Emissary Stiles)

“Then why wouldn’t you be Derek’s emissary?” Stiles asked. He just wished Deaton would get to the fucking point. He was tired and he hated playing twenty questions to figure out what the older man was getting at.

“Derek’s emissary needs to be someone who he trusts completely,” Deaton explained, “and it’s time I passed on my wisdom and expertise to that person.”

The beat of silence between them stretched for too long before Stiles realized exactly who Deaton was talking about.

“Me?” He asked incredulously.

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(Mature, 25k, Medieval, Royalty, Pining)

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend.

In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better.

~*~

Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.

won't you torture someone else's sleep by redeyedwrath

(Gen, 3,6k, Pining)

I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

(Explicit, 33k, ABO, Mating Run, Bad Peter)

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.

Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.

Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.

But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

To Whom The Wolf King Bows by MadcapRomantic

(Explicit, 108k, 14/?, Courting, Fantasy, Royalty)

Stiles Stilinski meets The Wolf King, the very boogeyman he'd spent his younger years terrified of; yet the man is little, if anything, like the tales he's heard. But, Stiles has spent the last ten years of his life as a slave, under the harsh whip of the cruel King Gerard Argent, and trusting Derek - trusting anyone - is beyond difficult.

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Just check out this author, there's some major angst in a lot of their works, a lot of ABO

Hung The Moon by nrnyx

(Explicit, 85k, ABO, Pack Dynamics, Heavy Angst)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

A gift worth giving by Nival_Vixen

(Mature, 2k, Historical Fantasy, Royalty)

A person’s virginity is not only the physical act itself, but also an object that can be gifted to someone else. Stiles has given his virginity to Derek, one of the soldiers in the King’s Guard. Despite his parting promise to return the next month, Derek still hasn’t returned two months later, and Stiles doubts that he ever loved him at all.

The Bargain by dr_girlfriend

(Teen, 9,7k, Arranged Marriage, Regency AU)

Time drags on, and it becomes apparent that this is not a part of the tradition. The wolves start to shift on their feet and murmur, but no one attempts to speak to Stiles. He stands, feeling the back of his neck growing red from the sun and his face growing red from embarrassment.

What will happen if Derek Hale cannot be coerced to the altar? Will the bargain be revoked?

Perception by DiscontentedWinter

(Mature, 5,4k, Horror, Nogitsune, Murder)

Peter Hale's client is a murderous sociopath. The best thing Peter can do is get him committed to Eichen House, where he'll never see daylight again.

He thinks.

The Omega Spark by misteeirene

(Explicit, 62k, ABO, Alive Hales, Pack Dynamics)

John lived a sad and lonely life after the death of his wife, until one day when he noticed someone had breaking into his home while he was at work.

Second Chances by rootbeer

(Gen, 2,6k, Soulmates)

"A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.

Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret."

My Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(Teen, 7,6k, ABO, Full-shift werewolves, Pack Dynamics)

“If he wants to mate Stiles, why not let him?” Jackson asked, ready to part with Stiles if need be.

“Because if I did that, I’d be demoting Lydia,” Alpha Stilinski replied.

“We don’t even know how good of a Beta he is,” Lydia countered, bristling some that her status was being challenged.

“That’s because he’s not a Beta,” Alpha Stilinski stated. “He’s an Alpha.”

I Shouldn't Love you Anymore by wulfarchival (wyrmwolf)

(Mature, 2,2k, Established sterek, Feral Derek)

After Stiles divorces Derek under mysterious reasons, Derek moves out into the middle of nowhere loosing himself to the wolf after the ache in his chest becomes too much. But after weeks of being lost to an animal someone he thought he'd never see again returns in his life.

This time to stay forever.

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

(Explicit, 112k, ABO, Secret Relationship)

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”

The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”

Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Life After This by Nimpalous

(Mature, 5,1k, Violence, MCD, Soul Bond, I consider this having a HE)

Feeling his weight shift backwards over the ledge when another bullet hit, Stiles closed his eyes and whispered the name of his beloved as he fell.

“Derek…”

Derek woke up with an agonising scream, his body curling in on itself in pain. He wasn’t aware of having wolfed out, he didn’t know he was clawing himself as he clutched at his head, willing the agony to go away… but to no avail.

Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill

(Mature, 70k, Time Travel, Mates, ptsd!Stiles)

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them."

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor

(Teen, 48k, Slow Burn, Miscommunication, Stiles is pushed out of the pack)

It's been months. Months of lonely days and lonelier nights.

And Stiles can't understand what he did wrong.

Under Glass by calrissian18

(Mature, 6,6k, Pining, Cursed Stiles)

The pack goes looking for a cursed artifact. Stiles would really like to go back to the time before he found it, thanks.

Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones

(Teen, 34k, Time Travel, Mates, HE)

Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

Emissary by dragon_temeraire

(Teen, 3,7k, Alive Hales, Bonding)

To keep the peace, Stiles agrees to be emissary to the Hale pack.

One Thread by RurouniHime

(Mature, 11k, Established sterek, Grief, HE)

In the middle of the night, his dad comes into the room and crawls onto the bed behind him, easing Stiles into the vee of his legs. He settles back against the headboard with a groan and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Stiles wraps his arms around one of his dad’s legs, presses his cheek to warm flannel, and tries to be still.

“Oh, kid,” his dad exhales. His hand comes down on the side of Stiles’ neck and his fingers press gently. “I never wanted you to know this pain.”

(Or, Derek dies. Stiles reacts Badly.)

[v3nusxsky]

Hello

I really liked ‘the first heat with you’ story so I was wondering if you could write a another story where the f!reader is a werewolf and is experiencing heat so she avoids her lover (Larissa ofc). So Larissa confronts her about it and reader explains what’s going on and Larissa offers to help reader with it.

I would love for it to be sub!reader with some wholesome smut. Thank you and hope you have wonderful day <3

You’re not mad? 18+

*Authors note~ part two for The heat with you. It's gonna be a different take on it but I'm very excited to write*

Trigger warnings~ sub r dom l degrading, praise, shifted cock oral toys overstimulation dumbification wearwolf smut heat name calling

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Being a werewolf was certainly something. It was common for wolves to find mates within their packs, which is what made you all the more of an outcast. You'd fallen in love with a shapeshifter who just so happened to be your boss. Much like when you were to wolf out you had no control over what was generally called heat. Female wolves experienced the heat every very months, similar to a females monthly period but where you felt impossibly unstated. Nothing could satisfy the burning desire than ran rampant through your veins.

That's the very reason female wolves of a certain age get passes given to them around their cycles. The fact they physically can't stop themselves from acting on their animalistic instincts made for hectic classrooms with no teaching going on. It made more sense to give the girls passes and allow them to catch up after their heats. The same curtsey was extended to female wolves on the staff. And you had yet to experience one knowing the headmistress was your mate. Until now.

Your instincts calling to you to find her and let her ravish you in every way possible, to relieve the pain that was caused when you were unable to find your mate. But you ignored it, with a great deal of pain, you ran away from Larissa. The poor principal didn't understand why you were purposefully ignoring her calls and texts, you weren't showing up to your classes. All very unlike you, you were normally so attentive and diligent in your work, always willing to please her. Pleasing her? That's it you ran away because of your heat. She felt like such a fool for it taking her days to work out. Her heart aching at the thought of your pain because you didn't want to burden her. She just knew she had to find you.

She made her way to your sleeping quarters and knocked firmly to announce her presence, "go away!" You whined, clearly trying to be forceful but sounding nothing unlike a needy puppy. "It's Isa darling" the blonde purred. "Don't come in!" You shouted the fear soaking every word causing the older woman to enter the room. You'd created a beautiful nest for yourself, she immediately recognised some of your favourite blankets and pillows, the thick heavy scent of your arousal smothering the room. "Mommy!" You whimpered as you tried to ignore every impulse to run to her and beg and plead with her to help you. To make the pain morph into something more pleasurable.

"Is my puppy in her heat? She lovingly teased you coming closer to your nest. You almost forgot yourself and bared your teeth at the older woman in warning. "Now now puppy don't growl at mommy, she only wants to make you feel so so good" she murmured her usual dominance shining through. "You. Don't mind?" You whimpered confused, surly she must hate the idea? You needed her so badly and you didn't know what would satisfy the desire. But you knew it would be intense, and submitting to her, letting her take care of you never sounded any better than right now.

"Oh puppy, of course I don't mind, I love you and this is a part of you darling. I know how much pain you must be in. Torturing yourself aren't you love? You need mommy to make it all better hmm?" Was all it took for your resolve to die out, "mommy please hurts need you please" you whimpered with your best puppy dog eyes, then blanket that covered your body making you uncomfortably warm, you longed for her smooth cold hands to soothe the inferno on your skin. "Let me in that beautiful home you made us then pretty pup" she purred as she began to strip off clothing.

You wriggled over to the middle, not caring that the blanket exposed your painfully hardened nipples or that she could visibly see the hand that had been teasing your dripping hole the entire conversation. "Puppy? Have you been keeping those pretty sounds from mommy?" She quizzed you with a raised eyebrow. Fuck. One thing Larissa hated was when you hid the sounds that so rightfully belong to her. "Sorry mommy" you whimpered pathetically. "You're lucky you're in heat darling or mommy wouldn't touch you for a week pet." Oh fucking hell, you were a mess without her touching you.

Larissa quickly joined you in your nest and immediately instructed you to lay flat like you were, but to remove your hand from your folds. You complied with a whine, Larissa coming to grab both your wrists and place them above your head. "Don't move them pet, understand?" Your eyes widened in fear, how the hell would you do that? "Yes mommy, I'll be good" you mewled just wanting her to touch you.

Soon enough Larissa's lips met your skin, sucking and nipping on the sensitive skin of your neck. Her hands tailing up and down your naked body as you whimpered and whined. "Mommy! I need please, hurts!" Finally taking pity on you, your girlfriend brought her mouth to your soaked core. Immediately, her tongue darted out to get a taste of the slick you were offering as you let your legs tighten around her head. A quick smack to your thigh had them tumbling back open, "oh fuck me mommy god!"

Larissa couldn't help but moan at the taste of you, the heat making it more potent and dangerously delicious. She couldn't help but moan around your cunt, your hips bucking wildly against the blondes face, carnal need driving your actions. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Fuck more" you mewled, "so close! Please please please god" your needy whines as she doubled her efforts to fling you into the pleasure pools of bliss. She helped you back down before she came to kiss you, your slick coating her chin.

"Mommy!" You squirmed uncomfortably needing more. "Oh I know pup, you need more don't you? Nothings gonna solve this pain but mommy filling you with her fat cock" she purred, a little shock at your animalistic growl before you pulled her into a passionate kiss. Nipping at her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. "Pretty puppy, why don't you get on your knees for me" she demanded.

You scrambled to comply as Larissa moved around you to grab her chosen toy, attaching it to you and tuning it on before she shifted her aching core into a well hung girthy cock. Immediately, your eyes fell to the appendage, standing proudly to attention. Your tongue darting out to wet you plump lips. "Come on pet, be a doll and wet this up for mommy" she murmured teasing your lips with the mushroom tip of her cock. Immediately, sticking your tongue out to lick the length before she greedily thrusted it into your awaiting mouth.

She kept her pace punishing, you needed that and Larissa was more than happy to provide it for you. Only pulling from the warm tightness when she felt herself near her own orgasm. You whined in protest only to morph it into a growl as she turned you round and pushed you to be on your hands and knees. "Oh pet, your dripping. All bc you're a whore for mommys cock huh? Such a good cockslut!"

You let out a howl as she pushed her cock into your cunt without a warning, your walls fluttering around her pulsating member. "Oh fuck pet. So warm and tight, such a perfect pussy for mommy to use aren't you. Needy puppy" she moaned, pulling out just leaving the head inside of you before slamming back into your cunt.

You were a goner. Larissa is incredibly skilled and it was no surprise that you came many a time on her cock. Her stamina better than anyone you could think of. "Puppy, mommys gonna cum, take my load puppy, give mommy more" she panted as she brought a hand round your body to tweak and tug on your nipple. You came with a cry of her name, Larissa following seconds after you. Shooting thick spurts of cum into your aching core. The warm thickness of it causing you to moan for more as you squeezed her dick as if it was in a voice grip.

"One more, puppy one more for mommy" she whispered in your ear before sucking the sensitive skin behind the lobe. You whined when you felt the your cunt become empty. Your legs shook as Larissa guided you to straddle her thigh. Her hands gripping your hips as she forced them to rut against her firm thigh. "One more pet one more for me, such a good puppy" she murmured pressing kisses to all the skin she could reach.

At this point you couldn't speak and you couldn't think, all you could do is feel that overwhelming sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. Your coil tightened again once more. "My poor puppy can't even speak or think. Don't worry mommy will do it all for you, that's it baby keep rutting against my thigh. Such a pretty bitch in heat, come puppy drench my thigh" her dirty words threw you over the edge as you saw stars, your mind and body thrown into ecstasy as animalistic sounds tore through your body.

"Gorgeous? Come back to me baby. You did so good. So so good for me darling. Such a pretty puppy. Good girl darling" she murmured over and over again, rubbing your back gently as you slowly came back to the real world. "Get some rest baby, you know you'll need it again in a few hours" you whimpered shuffling closer to the woman, "you don't mind Isa?" A sweet kiss to your head, "of course not darling girl, now get some rest sweetheart." Was the last thing you heard before sleep claimed you. Truly you were the luckiest pup in the world to have such a wonderful, caring and understanding mate.

Word count~ 1791

[vgilantee]

dear devoted delicate {xavier thorpe}

xavier thorpe x reader

requested: by my beloved julie @websterss <3

words: 2.2k

a/n: the reader is an outcast of an unknown type, but not a werewolf. i love werewolves, but because of some of the setup, it's gotta be a non-werewolf reader. also i went a little off-prompt but it's still the same in essence, and all the important bits are included, just shuffled up a little. oh and yes the title is a line from the song older, but i used it mostly because dear is a sweet petname, and butterflies have delicate wings. i think i'm clever. oh and if you're new here, i hate writing dialogue and it shows in this also if you want to see some really cool drawings of poisonous plants, send me an ask (please) because one of my favourite things ever are vintage botanical drawings (this will make sense in a minute dw)

warnings: n/a. just some sweetness. there is swearing though so idk if that counts as a warning

pronouns: she/her (maybe she/they? i can't remember if i threw in a 'they' lmao)

Once a month - sometimes twice if you were incredibly unlucky - you were kicked out of your room for two days while your roommate had a handful of her younger cousins over. 

Before Nevermore, you loved the full moon. Now you had a love-hate relationship. You still loved the moon itself, but you never enjoyed showing up at your friend’s dorm, backpack over your shoulder and sleeping bag tucked under your arm, sheepishly asking if you could once again sleep on their floor. You could, in theory, go back to your room to sleep as your roommate and cousins wouldn’t be there, instead transformed into wolves and galavanting around the woods. But in your second month at Nevermore, you did that, and woke up to a room full of the less-than-dressed human werewolves, some of whom had chosen your bed to curl up on, with you still in it. Never again. 

Full moons on the weekend were the worst. With no classes to occupy your time, you often found yourself moving from place to place around campus to find somewhere you could hide out before getting bored and moving on. 

Xavier watched as you jogged past the archery field, headphones in and running shoes muddied. It wasn’t unusual to see you go past during club practice, though you tended to avoid it after a downpour. He’d asked you about it once, after seeing you in the library one rainy Saturday afternoon.

“My room already smells like wet dog at the best of times, I’m not going to add to that.” Your voice was light with humour; you adored Sofi and she always made sure to not bring in any smells with her. But the comment stuck with Xavier and the next time you were sat next to each other in Torture through History, he sketched out a wolf before moving his hand to bring it out of the page. You giggled quietly as the ashen wolf shook itself, small flecks mimicking water coming off, then curled up next to your hand. You had smiled down at it fondly as it fell asleep before dissolving into charcoal dust, leaving a light smudge on your hand. Xavier watched you and pretended not to notice the warmth that came to his face as you looked up at him, the fond look still in your eyes. 

“Xavier, are you going to take your shot? Or you just going to keep staring at ‘em?” He shot up a middle finger over his shoulder before turning to follow its movement to see his club mates smirking over at him. 

After ducking into Ash’s room to change into more comfortable clothes, you make your way down to the library. Ash was generally the most reliable for having space on their floor for you to crash, the thin roll-out mattress a permanent feature in the beanbag corner of the dorm. 

On your way, you detour to your room to kick your muddy runners under your bed, though not before making an ‘I’m watching you’ motion toward a curled-up Sofi with a smile. 

It wasn’t uncommon for couples to be hidden away in the library, especially not on an overcast weekend. But the Grimmstone library was the only library on campus that held an original copy of an 1800s toxic botany encyclopaedia. 

After a few false turns with quick apologies to the interrupted couples, you finally found the right - and luckily empty - aisle. With your forefinger running gently along the worn spines, you made your way down the rows of books, glancing at the names of authors until you found the one you were looking for. 

After carefully sliding the hardcover book off the shelf - nearly dropping it as the loose plastic dust cover slipped - you sat down at one of the desks lining the centre of the room and began flicking through. You flicked the book to the back, finger running down the yellowed page until you reached the name you were looking for: aconitum.

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“Big scary werewolf and you’re afraid of a little butterfly?” You laughed as you wandered into Plant Toxicology with Sofi. 

“It flew right into my face!” She waved her free hand in front of her, mimicking the butterfly’s movements. 

“And you squealed!” As you laughed, Sofi gently hip-checked you, nudging you toward your usual desk, before laughing with a shake of her head and walking toward her own. You nodded hello to Yoko as you sat beside her. 

“Alight, class. Group paper time.” The sounds of groans and heads hitting tables bounced around the room. “I know, I know. Now, rows one and three, turn around and give a little wave to your partner.”

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You were hours early to meet your study buddy, but it was a non-issue. The time alone allowed you to make meticulous notes on the plant before worrying about formatting them into a presentable paper. 

The notes you made were messy, quick dot points from the encyclopaedia that could make into a decent assessment. The paper was only short anyway, the first report of the semester that was more of a benchmark than a large percentage of your grade. 

Headphones in, it wasn’t long until you found yourself with your feet up on the seat and book resting open on your thighs, reaching around your bent knees to occasionally take notes. 

You were in the middle of triple-checking the spelling of a latin nomenclature when a flit of grey out the corner of your eye caught your attention. But as you turned your head to see what it was, all you could see was another couple darting down an aisle, whispering to each other. You shook your head with an amused exhale before turning back to your note-taking. 

Just as you leaned forward to take a note, you saw the grey again. But this time, instead of a moment at the side of your vision, the grey moved in front of you just long enough to make out the shape of a butterfly before it landed on the tip of your nose. 

Cross-eyed to stare at the charcoal insect, you pulled out the headphones slowly, trying not to disturb it. You knew it wasn’t real, recognising the trademark sketch lines of Xavier’s art. 

Another pair of butterflies began to flutter in front of you, bouncing off of each other with tiny plumes of dust. You let out a small giggle and the bug on your nose darted away, flying right into the other two where all three of them exploded into a shower of dark powder onto the desk. Once the last of the dust landed, you turned quickly to look over your shoulders, dropping your feet to the floor, trying to find the artist.

You met Xavier’s eye as he folded his sketchbook closed in his right hand. His head was tilted with a smile as he made his way toward you, backpack slung over his shoulder. 

“Howdy, howdy partner.” You wriggled your fingers to wave as he pulled out the chair beside you, dropping down and letting his bag fall to the floor. As he did, you noticed that Xavier’s pulled-back hair was a messy damp, the kind that comes with being caught in the rain. 

“Started the fun without me.” He gestured lazily to your notebook and the two thick library books in front of you (at some point during your research you wandered back to the shelf and found a second book with information on the deadly plant).

“Wanted to make you jealous, of course.” You shot him a wink with a small giggle, turning back to your book just in time to miss the tips of Xavier’s ears go pink. “The butterflies were definitely a welcome distraction though,” you thanked, turning in your chair to face him fully, “I felt like I was going cross-eyed staring at these pages.” 

“I’m happy to distract.” Xavier sent you a dopey smile and raised one hand to flatten down flyaways, and you bit the inside of your lip while ignoring the warmth that grew on your face. In your attempt to break eye-contact and hopefully get rid of the blush, your gaze flicked down to his mouth and caught him licking his lips. 

Almost in sync, you and Xavier looked away from each other and as you looked over at the textbook, you heard him clear his throat. 

“Okay, so,” Xavier broke the silence after a moment, “what have you got so far?”

You quickly delved into giving him a rundown of the notes you had made so far, explaining ideas you had come up with for it. However, you made a point of not looking up at him. It was a little awkward at times, where you would catch yourself beginning to look at him but quickly found a drawing of the purple flower far too important to not look over at. 

Neither of you noticed that the sun had set until the howls of classmates made their way from this distance, the sound causing both of you to turn and look out the window. 

“Shit, I didn’t realise how late it had gotten.” During the week, there was an 8pm curfew, but over the weekend library hours were extended and they were a little more lenient with the time you had to be back at your dorm giving you until midnight to be back. There was just one downside to being in the library late.

“Oh my god we missed dinner.” Xavier sounded devastated at the realisation, and you looked over to see him with the back of his hand pressed dramatically to his forehead. 

“You hungry?” It wasn’t long past dinnertime, but because of the routine that came with living at Nevermore, you knew the answer would be yes. “I may or may not have some snacks hidden in my dorm.” He perked up, and though he would never tell, he was more than a little excited to be spending more time alone with you.

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Xavier sat awkwardly on your bed as you kicked off your shoes and began to pull a box out from under your bed. Pushing some heavy clothing out of the way, you pulled out a bag of chips and a couple of packets of sweets. 

“It’s not really a dinner, but it’s food.” You showed him the food you had stashed, offering it weakly. Xavier scooched himself onto the floor, patting the space beside him and you sat yourself down cross-legged. 

As Xavier pulled open the chip bag, you sent Ash a message saying you might be over late, but would try to be as quiet as possible. They sent back a thumbs up, and you shoved away your phone just in time for the chips to be held out in front of you.

Between the sweets and bag of chips, you and Xavier managed to talk about anything that came to mind as time quickly moved by. During your time, both of you got more relaxed, losing any vague semblance of good posture and leaned against the side of your bed. And maybe closer to each other, but only maybe. 

Xavier pulled his sketchbook out of his backpack and leaned forward, listening to you talk as he drew. He hid his sketchbook from you as you tried leaning over him, giggling into his ear as you did. 

You let your body flop onto the ground beside him, staring up leaning on your hand as he readjusted how he was sitting to keep hiding what he was drawing from you. Then he tucked his pencil behind his ear and held his hand above the page. 

Lifting up with a rain of dust, a dozen small butterflies began to flit around your room. They bounced off each other, spinning in circles as they danced.

Much like the interruption of howls earlier in the evening, you are brought back into reality by the buzzing of your phone against the hardwood floor. 

“I don’t mean to stop you from whatever you’re doing,” Ash skipped the greeting as you answer the call, “but if you’re sleeping here tonight you might want to think about showing up soon.” 

“Hello to you too.” Sitting up properly, you watched Xavier as he turned on his phone screen and showed you the time, and you widened your eyes. “Oh fuck. Okay, thanks, Ash. Be there soon.” Xavier stood first, offering you a hand to pull you up which you happily took pretending not to notice the way he squeezed your hand shortly when you stood.

“I can walk you over if you want.” You were already shaking your head at the offer, knowing that you would be cutting it thin getting to Ash’s dorm and Xavier’s dorm house was in the opposite direction.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to be the reason you get in trouble.” He held the door open for you, leaning on the outer frame. As he pulled it shut his arm brushed your side. 

There was a beat of silence as neither of you wanted to move. Although you had spent the night hanging out, the softness in that moment was different and not something you wanted to break.

Steeling yourself for a moment, you darted forward and kissed Xavier on the cheek, turning and beginning to walk away before you could see how he reacted. 

Xavier watched as you moved quickly away, his cheeks and ears pink, He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times trying to figure out how to react. Once you disappeared around the corner, he let out a breath and sheepishly smiled to himself.

comments and reblogs are appreciated! as are asks about the fic!

rambles, feel free to ignore: this fic isn't… okay so i hold myself to very high standards which is a problem with my brain and things, and i need to stop doing that because i end up giving up on things that aren't perfect instead of appreciating that i have made something and it's mine and from my brain. again, a problem i need to sort out. but all this being said!! by my self-imposed standards this isn't amazing, and really i'm posting it as a "here! it's done! take it before i take it back and destroy it!" and that's only happening because it was a request from a mutual.

tl;dr: these rambles are more to say that i like this fic, and i'm happy enough with it, but my standards are so high that i don't think it's good enough. which is a common thing with creatives and just know that what you make is good because it's yours and you made it, and that's all that matters!

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 21: set up to fail / bitter / creep

Day 21 for @augustofwhump.

a return to Northstar in stone and I return to my favourite habit from Febuwhump and kill Elijah.

so warning for character death :) happy reading

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Kol was drawn to the noise, Freya's voice, he gotten the call while he was with Davina, his brothers had rescued their long lost sister, and Lucien had turned into what could be the beast of the bloody prophecy, but they hadn’t mentioned any injury, which from the sound concern in Freya’s voice indicated.

For a moment he’s hopeful that the sobs and wheezes are Finn’s as he picked them up, that he’d get the chance to see Finn suffer as payback for killing him but as he got closer he could catch the words, Finn’s voice and Elijah choked pleas.

“Finn, don't let her, not again.” Elijah begged and Kol hates the ice that fills his stomach, because Elijah shouldn’t sound like that,

“What’s he talking about?” Freya asked, and Kol found himself having to force his feet to move. 

“Mother please.” Elijah's voice is broken as he chokes on the words. Whatever was wrong Elijah would be fine, he reminded himself because he wasn’t sure what to do in a world where Elijah wasn’t. 

Klaus put himself first and survived everything and Elijah was always there a step behind him, they were the two rules of his world.

“Mother’s torture, to get him to agree to a new body.” Finn explained before he lowered his voice “Elijah, she's gone, we’re back- home.”

It was soft in a way Kol doesn’t think he’d heard from Finn since he was eight and never to Elijah and that twists something in him that hurts and leaves him sick.

Elijah would be fine.

The sight that greets him isn’t comforting when he arrives, Elijah laid on a sofa Freya hovering above it with Finn on his knees beside it, either trying to hold Elijah down or bring him out of whatever hallucination he’s trapped in. He’s relieved however when he sees the cause, a bite, venom easy to fix.

There was no way Klaus wouldn’t be here in an instance for his favourite brother, Klaus would be here soon, Elijah would drink his blood and then they would deal with Lucien together and forget that Finn had murdered him.

It’s that outrage that carried him into the room and smothered the building terror inside him.

“Well, he looks awful. Werewolf bite. We really got to stop leaving Finn with his brothers, right Elijah?” he asked, lounging on the sofa opposite Elijah.

“Kol?” The soft call, the clear weakness in Elijah’s voice forces him to drop his carefree mask as he sat back up.

“Yes, Elijah.” The words escaped him as he leant forward, he wouldn’t get up, wouldn’t step closer to Finn but he couldn’t ignore that voice, instead of speaking to him Elijah looked up at their sister.

“Freya?” Elijah called.

“That can wait,” she replied, clearly knowing what he was asking, her hand reaching from his hair making Kol aware of how disarrayed it was, a mess for the normally perfectionist Elijah,  “Klaus-” she started

“Y-you prom-sed.” Elijah stuttered as a shudder interrupted him, Freya let out a breath in a hiss before leaving the room in a rush.

“Where’s she going?” he asked uselessly as he was ignored by Finn, not that Kol wanted him to speak to him

“Promised.” Elijah repeated but Kol has a feeling Elijah wasn’t aware of him anymore.

Kol remembered his time dealing with werewolf venom, before they realised Klaus’s blood was the cure, when they used to have to last through all of it. He was guessing Hybrid venom or maybe it was just the special hybrid they made Lucien was worse as Elijah hadn’t been this affected the few times Elijah had been bitten, normally in their place.

His eyes narrowed as he watched Finn fuss over Elijah, Finn who only really cared for Freya, who had seemed as distant with Elijah as he had all their lives, when they left.

 It could have been that they had a great talk on the journey to Mystic Fall and buried their issues but Kol knew them, they hadn’t in life, Finn was jealous that they liked Elijah better and Elijah resented Finn for rarely bothering to help him manage them. 

Finn didn’t care and Elijah was stubborn.

But Elijah was the better fighter, he didn't spend centuries in the coffin, he dealt with Klaus’ tantrums the most. If anyone would return from this endeavour bitten it shouldn’t have been Elijah.

“He took the bite for you.” he accused, standing up as he was proved right when Finn froze. “Really-”he started to sneer taking a step towards them, but was cut off as the entrance opened in Nik’s normal grandiose arrivals.

“What’s this then?” Klaus started with a smug smile until it vanished in the blink of an eye as he took in which brother was weakly struggling against the unseen demons, on the couch deathly pale and sweating,  “Still- Elijah!” Klaus vanished from the doorway to Elijah’s side almost pushing Finn out the way.

“Lucien-” Finn had barely gotten out before Klaus and tore open his wrist and forced it over Elijah’s month.

“Drink brother,” Klaus whispered as he leant closer to Elijah, his hand carding through Eijah’s hair to attempt to smooth it out.

Kol hated to have something in common with Finn but he felt himself relax at the same time as Finn as Elijah’s hand reached up to grab Klaus’ wrist and colour returned to his cheeks.

Kol caught movement from the corner of his eye and Freya returned with a bowl of ingredients.

“Freya,” Elijah called as he sat up, Nik’s blood still on his mouth but looking almost like his old self, “you figured out how to do it?”

“Yes but we don’t need to do it now.”” Freya said, her hand moving to trace Elijah’s forehead, there was a brief flicker of something in his brother’s expression before it was gone.

“And still prefer we do it, nearly dying let me see things.” Elijah smiled as he moved to sitting in the centre of the sofa.

“Fine, only because you asked nicely” Freya agreed smiling back in a way that grating, leaving Kol once again feeling on the outside as she started to set up her bowl after pulling a coffee table closer, while Klaus still hoovered over Elijah’s shoulder and Finn stayed kneeling beside the sofa watching at Elijah like a hawk.

Kol didn’t let himself wonder what he had seen to cause that change, it didn’t matter.

“See i told you everything wou-” Klaus’ bragging was cut off as Elijah turned to look at him and suddenly flinched away from him almost crashing into the floor if Finn hadn’t caught him. 

“Father.” Elijah whimpered, seemingly unaware he was cowering in Finn's arms.

Kol’s heart stopped as his mind forced him to understand what it meant as the colour faded from Elijah’s face again quicker than it returned, the horror was echoed on Nik’s face as he realised his blood hadn’t worked.

Elijah was still infected still dying and the one cure was useless.

Some part of Kol pointed out this was a danger to all of them but that was barely a concern when watching Finn, cold distant Finn gently drawing Elijah, calm and controlled Elijah, back from delirium.

This wasn’t Kol’s world; he had slipped into another one somehow because that was better than the idea he was going to watch his brother die.

It should have been Finn,he thought as the unfairness hit, Finn killed him and now Elijah was going to die for him. 

Finn got his precious Freya back and the rest of them lost Elijah.

“No,” Klaus shook his head in denial, Kol had to give it to Klaus alway ready to deny the clear evidence even when it was right in front of his face. “that should have worked.”

“We were set up.” Elijah croaked, and Kol reached forward to help even as Finn and Klaus got there first to resettled Elijah back on the sofa.

“Elijah-” Klaus started.

“You were set up to fail, Lucien wants us to suffer.” Elijah laughed bitterly “you being the hero wouldn't fit with his plans, to humiliate and hurt you.”

“Then you'll keep drinking from me until we find a fix.” Klaus argued.

“Rule of diminishing returns, Niklaus,” Elijah sighed “it’s not going to work for long.”

“Elijah.” Klaus almost whined

“Freya, are you ready?” Elijah asked and Kol found himself annoyed at how calm he sounded facing his own death, before he was reminded of the choking cries Elijah had let out during the delirium and decided to pray that this break from it would last.

“Yes.” She answered sounding near tears, Kol refused to look at her instead staring at Elijah, he almost flinched when Elijah met his eyes.

“Ready?” “What?” he choked in surprise. 

“I had Freya promise to transfer my sireline before I died.” Elijah explained as Finn steadied him as he stood, Klaus looked moments from pushing Elijah back down but a look from Elijah stalled him.

“What does that have to do with me?” He asked, the why was oblivious to him, the sireline had the power to bring him and Finn back. It would be wasteful to lose it when they could preserve it, but surely Elijah would have Klaus take it, extra protection since Klaus had lost his own.

“Freya’s transferring it to you.” Elijah told him as Kol found himself kneeling on the other side of the table.

“I-” Elijah started but was cut off by a violent shudder and before he could continue had Klaus’ bleeding wrist shoved into his mouth, any other time the disgruntled glare Elijah send sideways would have been amusing.

Not this time.

Kol allowed Freya to pull his hand over the blow as Elijah finished drinking.

“I failed to think of you- I took Niklaus’ side too much out of my own guilt and failed you and Rebekah.” they all winced at the mention of their missing sister, Kol hoped they had managed to fix this before her return; he didn't want to face her grief over Elijah, Nik’s was going to be hard enough.

Who was going to manage him when he lost his normal guiding star was the cause of the tantrum.

“Elijah-” he started only to find himself at a loss for words.

—-

The spell was clearly quickly put together and if Kol was feeling in a more giving mood he would compliment Freya’s skill but by the end of it, and the fourth time Klaus had forced his wrist to Elijah’s mouth it was clear his blood was doing little to nothing as Elijah shuddered thought it and shorty after as Finn helped him stand.

Moments later and before they managed to get him back to the sofa, Elijah almost threw himself from Finn’s grip to throw up blood and bile before he slumped held up only by Finn’s hand.

“I swear to you, I'll fix this.” Klaus promised as hie breathed into ELijah sweat soaked hair, “Once we’ve dealt with Lucian we’ll fix your body and you’ll be back, if Kol and Finn are returned to us, we won’t lose you.”

“Henrik didn’t-” Elijah muttered, eyes half lidded and Kol hated his resentment for Elijah’s calm earlier as he realised what was coming before Elijah spoke again. Elijah had given up, he had never thought he’d survive this, that was why he had pushed Freya about the ritual to move his sireline before the sickness had returned.

“Nothing,” Elijah sighed. “wouldn’t be too bad- peaceful.”

When Kol had been little he had looked at his parents and realised he didn’t look like them but it hadn’t mattered because he looked like Elijah. In a way that had always made Elijah his that Nik and Bec's didn’t have, same with Henrik when he joined them. The three of them were their own group on the days mother’s could hide her anger at their dark hair or father his confusion.

Kol was the last one left.

Once again on the outside.

Nik and Becs, Finn and his Freya.

Henrik forgotten, Elijah dead, Kol alone.

This was right, it wasn’t fair.

“We’re not talking about this” Klaus refused, hand moving to cup Elijah’s neck as if holding him tighter would keep him there, as if he could stop the words by grounding Elijah.

“Save Rebekah- look after them.” Elijah told him as for a moment his eyes managed to focus on Klaus’ face inches from his own.

“You and Hayley-” he tried, fearless hybrid absence as Niklaus Mikaelson started to bargain and beg.

“Better this way, safer.” Elijah uttered, but Kol wasn’t sure Elijah was seeing them anymore.

“No! I will not accept that.” Klaus snapped, desperation clear in his voice “We will fix this, you and Hayley will sort yourselves out and my daughter will be learning music from her uncle Elijah. We need you, I need you, you're my north star.” Nic confessed and Kol flinched at his voice break “Without you I'm lost so you can't give up.”

Elijah smiled weakly as his eyes slipped closed, Freya uttered the spell with one hand wrapped around her pendant as the other twisted in the fabric of her shirt above her heart.

The pendant glowed through the gaps in her fingers from the corner of his eye as he refused to look away from Elijah.

Elijah didn't take another breath, instead his skin greyed and cracked.

Elijah Mikaelson was dead.

Kol starred, Nik’s trembling form with his face buried in Elijah's hair, Freya curled around the pendent as tears ran down her cheeks while Finn stayed frozen knelt at Elijah’s side.

He could feel the weight of Elijah's Sireline.

Kol ran.

[dufferpuffer]

Hello! Just wanted to reach out and say hi. I went through a bunch of your posts a few weeks ago (some of them are sitting in my queue lol) and I really like your insight. Remus is nowhere near my fav marauder (Sirius Black for the win!) but I enjoy your posts about him. I think Remus is a fascinating character - I think all the marauders era kids are interesting - but I think the whitewashing of Remus by fandom made him seem more boring then he actually is.

So two questions. What is your favourite thing about Remus? Who is your second favourite marauder after Remus??

Hi! :)

My favourite thing about my pretty little woof woof man...? His silly mustache <3 and pretty grey hairs <3 His complex mix of thoughts, emotions and instincts on literally everything, its like his brain is a storm of conflicting drives. (unlike Sirius for example, who is quite straight forward) But seriously: I am disabled. I have an invisible digestive disability that doctors don't want to engage with because they don't know what to call it, and thus the paperwork is a nightmare for them. There's no treatments that have worked and it prevents me from living a normal life, even if I look relatively 'normal' most of the time.

The moment I trust a doctor - or sometimes even a friend... I've had the carpet pulled from under my feet more often than not. People not understanding the full severity of it because they always see me at my best... or just not caring as much as I thought they did. It's started to harm my mental health, which sucks because growing up I had surprisingly good mental health other than PTSD.

After a particularly bad hospital visit last year I had a bit of a breakdown, which lead me to re-discovering Harry Potter. (My sister was a potterhead - I was a bit too young for it.) And Remus Lupin was just.... there. In all his glory. Being a shockingly good representation of what disabled people like me go through internally, within a series most are throwing away right now. I really, really love that about him. He has a shocking about of depth from that angle specifically, when most disabled characters are written to either have their whole life dictated by their issue - or to have their issue basically erased through amazing future prosthetics.

My second favourite is Sirius Black. Sexy man. I kinda think Oldman half-assed the role - but thats ok because he is very pretty and I can look at him.

But I like him for similar reasons, ultimately: He is an absolute wonderful case of mental health. Azkaban is not a prison of physical torture - you sit ialone in a room with a Dementor just outside your door stealing all your best memories and leaving you with sorrow. It's Depression. Deep, dark, lonely Depression. It's being trapped in not just your own room but your own head. When he gets out - when he is given something to believe in, and has the drive to get out - life isn't too different. He turns to drinking. He throws all of himself to the one bright spark in his life: His godson.

If you mean teenage Marauders - I think my second favourite might be Peter, just because he intrigues me - but I don't have too much interest in teen marauders. I'm here for sad men, not teens.

From what ive seen of 'Marauder fandom' stuff on Remus... I honestly don't know how you can look at an insecure man with a goofy mustache that learns all the kids names before class, offers chocolate and tea to students and says 'marvelous' - and think he was some sort of tall, tough, gruff and snarky 'teen wolf' teenager. It IS flat and boring. He had so much more going on (as does Sirius) then being just another Alpha Werewolf Dom + White Twink Sub combo. Wolfstar shippers deserve better.

[darthkitten]

Returning to the Pack- Chapter 1

Summary: Years after the Longbottoms are tortured by Death Eaters, Lupin makes an unexpected detour in St. Mungo's.

St. Mungo's changed. When he was a boy, Remus knew it as a safe, clean space where wizards and witches helped him stave off his canine urges. Wizards and Witches who actually understood him. Wizards and Witches who didn't shrink away from him. It was paradise.

But now, years after the war, everything was darker. The healers looked more tired and forlorn. The patients were anxious and terrified. The atmosphere created by Lord Voldemort had clearly not been lifted, even five years later. He was sad to see the place in such depression.

He was lifted out of his reverie when a witch announced his name over the magical PA system. He got up and went to the reception desk.

"Remus!" the witch shouted happily. He recognised her immediately. It was Ingrid Smith, a Hufflepuff who was a year below him in school. She'd asked him out to Slughorn's Christmas party once, though as fate would have it, the party fell on a full moon. As far as he could remember, she never forgave him for ditching her on that night to sneak off to the Shrieking Shack. Sirius in particular got a kick out of teasing him for it.

Of course, it hurt to think of Sirius now. The Sirius he never really knew.

"Hello, Ingrid, are you doing well?" Remus asked timidly. She chuckled.

"Soft as always aren't we, Remmy?" she said slyly, "Though who knew you were such a spoilsport eh? "

Remus thought he knew where this was going.

"18th of December 1975, I wore my favourite lilac dress and YOU, love, never made it. I drank a whole bottle of Firewhisky with Mary before I could digest the fact that the nicest boy in Gryffindor stood me up."

Remus was blushing furiously. She couldn't know why of course, so he resigned to staying painfully silent.

"But, bygones are bygones as I always say. What are you here for?" she asked.

"I have an appointment with Healer Pincher. She said she had a slot at this time?" he said. Ingrid pawed through her papers.

"Pincher... Pincher... yes she has an appointment with one Remus Lupin in the Dai Llewellyn Ward. The first floor then, Remus."

"Yes, thank you, Ingrid," Remus says as he starts walking to the stairs, but Ingrid piped up.

"Say, Remus, why do you need to see a Healer for Serious Bites?"

Remus pretends not to hear her and climbs the stairs to the first floor. He knew the layout like the back of his hand, and quickly found the ward. He stepped inside and finally felt that familiar sense of safety walking into St. Mungo's. Agatha was talking to a young man in a darker shade of green robes. A trainee, he guessed. She finally noticed Remus and recognition dawned on her wrinkled face.

"REMUS!" she yelled happily as she scooped him into a crushing hug, "It's been years, darling, years. How are you? How's your father?"

"Hello, Agatha. Yes, I'm doing well, and so is dad. We've all weathered through," he said in a tired but happy voice. Agatha Pincher was one of the few people in the world he absolutely trusted with anything.

"I heard about James Potter and Peter Pettigrew too," she said, her eyes watering suddenly, "I'm so sorry Remus. I know they were your friends."

"Thank you, Agatha. I- I appreciate it," Remus replied. He didn't want to continue this topic any further.

"I've come for my yearly checkup. I haven't been feeling well since the last lunar cycle."

"Oh of course dear boy," she says as she sits Remus down and whips her wand out. She mutters a few incantations and sat there, scrunching her forehead and murmuring to herself until she got up to write something on a piece of parchment.

"Smethwyck!" she called to her trainee. The young wizard came up to her, fascination and curiosity burning in his eyes. Remus could clearly see his passion for Healing.

"Meet one of my favourite patients, Hypo. This is Remus Lupin, a werewolf and one of my best friends for the past twenty years."

Hypo Smethwyck was a tall, lanky man in dark green Healer robes and brown boots. He had small, watery eyes which were greatly magnified by thick glasses. His mouth twisted into a smile as he gave out a hand.

"Hippocrates Smethwyck at your service Mr Lupin," he said, a bit pompously. But anyone who shook a werewolf's hand was a good man in Remus' book, so he shook it enthusiastically.

"Hypo joined my ward when you disappeared in '81. What happened anyway? You stopped visiting. We missed you here in St. Mungo's."

He paused. He never liked talking about those years he spent in Ireland, so far away from the rest of the world, so cut off from his family and friends, knowing nothing of the current world since Harry killed Voldemort.

"I've been... busy elsewhere, Agatha," he said in a tone he knew she would understand. A tone which meant the conversation was over.

"Hypo!" Agatha suddenly said, straightening herself and scrunching her face in concentration, "You have a twenty-six-year-old male with lycanthropy from the age of six, whose symptoms outside the full moon have intensified and worsened his mental state, including barking, howling, a taste for raw meat, and scratching oneself repeatedly. How would you diagnose this patient?"

Hypo gave a thoughtful chew of his quill, before writing a few notes down.

"Would he be entering his primal stage, Healer Pincher?" he asked timidly. Agatha grinned widely.

"You will become head of this ward the minute I retire Hypo! That is absolutely correct!"

She turned to Remus, "When a werewolf bite reaches somewhere around twenty years in maturity, The werewolf enters what is known as the Primal Stage, where all of the symptoms of lycanthropy that occur outside of the full moon become stronger and more distinct. You will also find that... that as a werewolf, you will be more intelligent and aware of your surroundings than when you were a child. You will refrain from biting and scratching as much. There is a pamphlet I'll give you which explains the process perfectly. You have nothing to worry about Remus."

Remus sighed in relief. He had been worried that the bite had been altered somehow, and any change to his condition could only be worse.

"Remus... have you heard of the Wolfsbane Potion? It's a new concoction that we've seen dramatically helps werewolves control themselves," Agatha said.

"I have, but it's too complex and the ingredients are far too expensive for me Agatha," he sighed in defeat. It is true that with the Potion, he could live a semi-normal life. But, it was one of the most complex concoctions he'd ever seen, rivalling even Polyjuice Potion. And Potions was always his weak link at school. He was no Snape.

"Mm, and unfortunately the Board of Magical Medicine has not passed its use in St.Mungo's for free I'm afraid. I am truly sorry Remus, I wish I could help," Agatha replied sadly.

"You've helped me live the most normal life I could, Agatha, and for that, I can't repay you enough," Remus said kindly, his eyes glistening, "It was with your advice Dumbledore even let me come to Hogwarts. I would be a beggar were it not for you!"

And, against his better judgement, he pulled Agatha in for a large hug. It had been years since he'd felt someone touch him, care for him like a mother, and look out for him. Agatha warmly hugged him back, her lavender perfume soothing his mind. It was the first happiness he'd experienced in a long, long time.

As he extracted himself, another healer walked into the room.

"Healer Pincher? Healer Jones from the Spell Ward wants some of your Soothing Solution. The Longbottoms have been acting up again, and last time it really helped," the healer told Agatha. Remus had mostly been tuning out this conversation whilst talking to Hypo about werewolf symptoms. However, he caught one of the words.

"Longbottom?" Remus asked the healer, "Alice is here? Did she get hurt?"

The healer looked at him, surprised.

"Well, she's been here for years hasn't he, the poor thing? She and her husband, Frank. I wish we could do something for them, but..." he trailed off dejectedly. Remus was looking around wildly, trying to get an explanation. Alice and Frank have been here for years? Why?

"I'm sorry, Remus, is she a friend of yours?" Agatha asked him tenderly. He didn't speak. Yes, Alice was his friend. Alice had been one of the greatest comforts he had in Hogwarts. Without her, he may not have even made it past his first year.

TO BE CONTINUED

[remus-poopin]

I know you were not the OP of Remus being optimistic about his job prospects- but I just love when you talk about our collective fave.

Personally, I think his optimism and the fact that he literally never gives up fighting is my favourite thing about him! He got dealt a shit deal, and I think people tend to focus a lot on his lowest moments and paint this picture of this chronically beaten-down guy. He shook off losing his job really quickly and gracefully. When Peter escaped in PoA and Harry thought all was lost, he was the one who pointed out he saved and freed Sirius and brought the truth to light! He’s in the Order because he believes in something and has hope. In HBP we see him lost in self destructive grief, but come on. In DH, too much is said about how he ran away from Tonks and too little about how he came back and showed unwavering support to Harry and was committed to give the listeners of Potterwatch hope.

I also think it’s worth saying that he ran away from his pregnant wife and there’s cowardice in that and he was misguided in thinking his family was better off without him. But he didn’t flee the country or hide - he went to find Harry because his first instinct is to fight for a better world.

Of course young hopeful Remus, first werewolf with a degree, would take some painful blows, but this guy! This guy!!! He’s never one to say “what’s the point”.

End of rant, love your blog.

Ahh thank you!! I love talking about Lupin, it’s my favorite topic!

This is a really interesting discussion because Lupin’s relationship with hope and optimism is complex, he isn’t straightforwardly cynical yet he holds cynical emotional truths. In a lot of cases he actually puts on a show of optimism, not only to others, but to himself.

In three different situations we see Lupin convincing himself against all logic that things will turn out/are already fine: the werewolf jaunts at school, the Sirius animagus secret, and leaving Tonks in the middle of a war.

He knows that going out as a extremely dangerous animal (that specifically only attacks humans) into a village only accompanied by a dog, deer, and rat is not safe for others

He knows that Sirius being an illegal animagus is critically important information that he needs to give to Dumbledore because he is under the impression that Sirius is trying to kill a student

He knows that leaving his pregnant wife in the middle of a war with her parents that were just tortured days before isn’t “perfectly safe”

He knows this yet he convinces himself that everything will turn out fine because dealing with the feelings of his failings is much more unpleasant/painful.

In all three of these examples he is lying to himself to allietvate his guilt. He has to believe that he isn’t enacting any real harm on anyone, but the reality is that each time he has compromised peoples safety (villagers, students, and the mother of his unborn child). This takes some SERIOUS mind bending to pull off. He simply is not being honest with himself.

In DH we finally see him at his emotional truth:

“My kind don’t usually breed! It will be like me, I am convinced of it — how can I forgive myself, when I knowingly risked passing on my own condition to an innocent child? And if, by some miracle, it is not like me, then it will be better off, a hundred times so, without a father of whom it must always be ashamed!”

His worse case scenario thinking is colored by his self loathing. This is what he believes to be true: that he is undeserving and that people are better off without him. Those are his cynical truths, and he superficially masks them with positive delusions.

This form of optimism, the kind that covers for his feelings of self loathing, is reoccurring in his personal life. And it would be interesting to think how this detached optimism extends itself in other situations.

HOWEVER he is also capable of experiencing a real genuine hope!

When he’s not manipulating himself into thinking a certain way, the hope we see from him is very practical and clearly present:

In OOTP he says this in response to Molly’s fears about the war:

“‘Molly, that’s enough,’ said Lupin firmly. ‘This isn’t like last time. The Order is better prepared, we’ve got a head start, we know what Voldemort’s up to - look, I can’t promise no one’s going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we’re much better off than we were last time’”

This a very realistic approach but also one with a positive tone. It’s also grounded in logic, unlike the three examples from above.

In DH when asked if he thinks Harry is still alive he says this:

“‘I do,’ said Lupin firmly. ‘There is no doubt at all in my mind that his death would be proclaimed as widely as possible by the Death Eaters if it had happened, because it would strike a deadly blow at the morale of those resisting the new regime. The Boy Who Lived’ remains a symbol of everything for which we are fighting: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, the need to keep resisting’.”

Again this is a clear show of hope but one informed by logic. These feel much more authentic to me and less like something he is really trying hard to convince himself of.

And like you pointed out the very fact that he’s in the Order takes some degree of hope!

So he isn’t chronically hopeless or pessimistic, especially when it comes to bigger picture issues, but he is someone who is specifically cynical about himself, and is impressively delusional when thinking about future consequences.

[cassieb1617]

Happiness💌

Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!reader

Angst/Fluff

Summary: when Sirius decided to leave his family he took his younger brother, Regulus, with him. Unbeknownst to him Regulus planned to leave as well.

Warnings: mention of abusive family; swearing; mentions of torturing; house of Black (yes it’s a warning); I don’t know let me know if you find more

A/N: Don’t forget to give feedback <3

Sirius knew he had enough of his family. He always did. But when his mother used the cruciatus curse on him because she found out that Sirius was dating a halfblood, a werewolf at that, he finally snapped. Sirius finally snapped after that, packing his bag while wiping his tears away.

Regulus was in his room when he heard his brother’s screams. He knew why, having heard the whole fight that broke out because his brother loved who he loved. He himself was packing his bags and was almost finished when he heard his brother coming up the stairs and slamming his door. Although he knew he shouldn’t go he did.

When Sirius put his bag down and looked up he only saw his younger brother with an unreadable expression on his face. Sirius didn’t know what to say. His brother wouldn’t understand. Regulus, after all, was his parents favourite son. The one they were proud of.

“Are you leaving?” asked Regulus. Sirius just nodded. “Give me two minutes. I an almost done packing.” Said Regulus and quietly left. To say that Sirius was shocked was an understatement. Never had he thought that his little baby brother would be packing before him and then leaving with him.

Not two minutes later Regulus came back, broom in one hand and trunk in the other. He then went to the window, opened it soundless, almost practiced, and got on his broom. Sirius was still standing looking at him like he was crazy. “W-why?” croaked Sirius, pointing to his brother’s broom and perfectly packed trunk. “I wanted to leave for a while. Actually tonight as well to be expect. I was hoping your fight with mother would have taken more time so i would go by unnoticed but clearly it did not work out, dear brother.” answered Regulus simply, sounding slightly impatient. “Will you come now too? I do not believe mother would be pleased upon finding you standing motionless on the floor while there will be no sight of me. She will probably think you killed me. So, are you coming now?” that was what woke Sirius from his stupor out of shock.

“But where will you go? I mean I have somewhere but you-?” Sirius couldn’t finish his question he wanted to ask. As soon as he was out the window Regulus begun flying off and Sirius only saw his figure getting smaller and smaller until he couldn’t see him anymore. “REGULUS BLACK!” Sirius heard his mother scream in the background and he finally hurried off as fast as he can.

It was currently one in the morning at the Potter’s when (y/n) woke up due to knocks on her door. Slowly she made her way from the living room, where she has currently fallen asleep in while reading a book, to open the door. On her way to the door it seemed that her father, Fleamont, woke up from it as well and together they opened the door. What they didn’t expect was finding a seemingly tired Regulus Black on the doorstep, eyes lighting up when he saw her.

“I hope I did not wake you up.” His eyes were trained on (y/n). While Fleamont was overcoming his shock over having the younger Balck brother and not the already familiar one on his doorstep he ushered the boy in and closed the door. Immediately (y/n) dragged him in a hug while Regulus kissed her on her hairline.

“Oh Merlin Regulus! What are you doing here? Are you okay?” the questions were asked faster than the both males in the room were capable of hearing. Monty, again in shock upon seeing his daughter clearly knowing the intruder, snapped himself out and led them to the couch.

“I hope I don’t seem rude but what exactly are you doing here? And why exactly are you holding my daughter as if you two know each other very well?” The eldest Potter asked Regulus. The grey eyed boy had his arms around the (y/h/c)-haired waist.

“I beg your pardon, sir, where are my manners. I am Regulus Black, surely you already know my brother who I believe will be here as well. At least I think that. I am here to see (y/n).” the black haired boy answered simply.

“Dad, Regulus is my boyfriend. I told him to come here if he should ever escape the hell that he calls home. I was hoping you and Mum would let him stay. At least for a few nights and then arrange something. He needed to get out, you know how most Blacks are.” (y/n) answered.

It was quiete for a moment. “I think we should wak-“ Fleamont was interrupted by a knock on the door. He walked over while the young couple made their way to the couch. “Sirius, son, come in. I believe I should wake James and Mia up for that. Come in, come in.” Sirius looked curious at that but stepped in nonetheless.

While Monty was waking up the other Potters, Sirius took off his shoes and Jacket, almost collapsing on the floor and stumbled in the living room, not noticing the worried gazes of his brother and the girl he considered his sister on him. Moments later Monty came back with James and Euphemia, Fleamont’s wife, in tow and James immediately went to him without noticing the other Black who was shifting uncomfortably on the couch and holding onto (y/n)’s hand.

“Oh who is this (y/n)? What happened at all?” Mia asked. “This is Regulus Black, darling, he is here because of her though I believe explanations are in order indeed.” Monty answered instead. This made the room quiete. James and Sirius noticing him the first time since they stepped foot into the room. “REGULUS?” Sirius asked confused. “Wh-what are you- why are you- I mean-“ was Sirius’ reaction while James was glaring at the intertwined hands in the younger boy’s lap.

“Brother, I have a special someone just like you. It was her why I left in the first place, mother found out about us and was practically fuming. Never have I seen her cursing me with such pleasure. I believe you were out that day seeing your boyfriend.” was all Regulus said. “James stop looking like that.” (y/n) said, having an annoyed tone in her voice ans roller her (y/e/c) eyes.

“Sirius what happened to you? You both I mean, other than your, excuse my language dears, bitch of an mother?” Euphemia asked gently in an motherly tone. Everyone let out a chuckle at that. “Mother found out about me and Remus. Cursed me and disowned me. The usual I mean, besides the disowning.” Sirius answered. Euphemia looked at Regulus. “I already explained. It happened to me yesterday though. She found the letter I was planning on sending you soon. It was then that I decided to leave. And I apologize for coming here in the middle of the night as well.” Regulus answered to her look.

“I think we should talk about something more important here, Mum, Dad, why is he holding (y/n/n)’s hand? I mean what are you? Friends? With a snake (y/n)?” James quipped in. “Be quiet James! And I believe that his house doesn’t define him but I would like to know that as well.” Monty spoke at last again.

“I already told you dad, we’re , well, dating. And we were friends since our first train ride. You, James, just are to daft to notice is all.” (y/n) explained.

“WHAT?!” James shouted, “YOU’RE NOT DATING HIM. I WILL FORBID IT. YOU ARE TO YOUNG.” “Shut up James.” Came from 4 of 6 people in the room. Regulus staying quiet. “Oh how lovely to meet you, Regulus. I believe I didn’t introduce myself properly and I’m pretty sure my husband didn’t either. I’m Euphemia Potter, (y/n)’s mother dear and he is my husband Fleamont Potter, her father. You already know the others. Welcome and you can stay for as long as you like. You as well Sirius but you should know that already.” Effy spoke in the most warmest tone Regulus only knew from (y/n). Clearly, now he knows where she has it from. “I think we all should head to bed now. It is quiete late. James you show Sirium his room and (y/n) take Regulus to yours. If you need anything just tell is.” Fleamont spoke tiredly. “Excuse me? Sleeping in one room? My baby sister and him? No, no, no, no I will not have that. We have more rooms he can sleep there. Dad really.” James chimed in again. “James, I remember telling you to be quiet. I can only imagine how overwhelmed Regulus must be right now so a familiar face should help. And besides I don’t think he’s stupid enough to try anything in MY house, under MY roof, with MY daughter. Did I make myself clear?” Fleamont said louder this time. At that, James got quiet and grumbled while going upstairs with Sirius, showing him his room.

When they were back in her room and dressed to sleep, Regulus and (y/n) were laying in bed, him close to her and holding her. “Are you okay now?” he responded with an exhausting nod. “What did that old hag do Reggie?” She asked again. “Nothing I cannot handle, mon amour. Do not worry your pretty little head.” Regulus responded, with words this time. “Y’know you’re safe here, right? She would probably rather die than setting foot in a blood traitor’s house.” (y/n) told him. He chuckled at that, nodding his head and pulling her even closer. “We will handle everything in no time. You’ll see.” She told him. “Good night, Reggie.” (y/n) mumbled sleepily.

“Good night, mon chérie.” Regulus whispered, kissing her forehead and shutting his eyes. That was happiness for Regulus. Laying in bed with his pretty girlfriend, not caring about a thing in the world.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

General Criminal minds:

Supernatural AU headcanons (technically)

Single Dad reader x BAU - Warnings: Wife left reader, single parent, single dad reader (Idk if those are actual warnings but still). Word Count: 746

Family - (BAU x gn!reader) Warnings: None. Word Count: 528

BAU x Reid’s trans brother - Warnings: None. Word Count: 375

BAU x gn!reader - sharing headcanons (sfw)

Younger gn agent reader - Warnings: None. Word Count: 275

Covid times - Warnings: Covid mentions.

Male autistic reader x BAU Headcanons  - season 6 episode 16

Stop talking - Warnings: bullying, homophobia, transphobia, physical assault, hurt spencer Word count: 891

BAU x werewolf reader - Warnings: Bullet wound, blood, make shift first aid Word count: 1385

Picture Perfect Family - Warnings: death of a pregnant woman (and the fetus - although is referred to as a baby during the fic), emergency c-section, mentions of torture, blood, held hostage, reader holds baby and woman’s hand, that bit is quite sad by the way, hospitals, death, crying Word count: 4449

Car crash - Word count: 1152 Warnings: car crash, impaled, injuries, blood

Head wound - Reader is bonked on the head.

Head shot -  Warnings: Hospitals, head wound, shot in the head (but it bounces so no one dies)

Ghost reader - Warnings: Reader is a ghost

Scapegoat -  Warnings: Homophobia, some slurs (f-slur), homophobic language, bad language overall.

Spencer Reid:

Non-binary Spencer headcanons

Favourite Profiler - Spencer x gn (gender neutral) reader. Warnings:  Spencer gets a little upset, there’s quite a few swear/curse words, reader is a bit of an idiot but realises it in the end, Hotch is basically Reader’s father at this point (not a warning but still). Word Count: 1251

Non-Binary Reid being bullied - Warnings: Transphobia (like a lot of it), bullying, trans ally hotch, trans ally morgan, hotch punches a guy - but it’s deserved so it’s okay Word Count: 405

Spencer x Buck (911) - Warnings: None that I can think of. Word Count: 842.

Spencer and his dad -  Prompt: ‘but we’re family-’ ‘you don’t get to use that word!’

Spencer’s sister - Spencer finds out he has a trans sister

Pay attention (to me) - Spencer x male reader.  Warnings: some hints to sexy times, spencers needy and reader teases him about it, let me know if I’ve missed anything, nothing spicy happens, just mostly kissing

Spencer x male reader - relaxing together on the jet, no warnings, word count: 233

Spencer x male reader, Luke best friend - Luke has to watch you get married. 

Pancakes solve everything - Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk-ish (not really)

Derek Morgan:

Derek x Feminine Trans Male Reader - Warnings: Insecurity. Word Count: 772

Derek x FTM!Reid!Reader - Warnings: hinted past transphobia. Word Count: 348

Four Words - Derek x Male reader.  Warnings: Angst, sadness, major character death, hurt reader, reader has a daughter, derek and reader both love each other, they don’t decide to tell each other in the moment it matters the most, stab wound, knife, killing, abduction, I think that’s about it if I’ve missed anything please let me know. Word Count: 1473

Wisdom (teeth) - from the prompts “crying is only going to make you feel worse” and “you can squeeze my hand if you need to”

I understand - Warnings: Kidnapping, throwing up, deceased parents, mentions of a car crash and heart attack, PTSD (? I think), reader has some flashbacks, panic attack. Word Count: 1590

06.17 - Derek’s in a relationship with Emily’s brother, who was also taken by Doyle. Unfortunately, there isn’t always a happy ending. Warnings:  hospitals, death, injury, kidnapping, and usual criminal minds stuff.

Aaron Hotchner:

Aaron x male reader -  Warnings: mentions of a difficult case surrounding children, mentions of Foyet. Word Count: 1168

Soul meets soul - Aaron x gn reader. Warnings: none. Word Count: 142

Aaron x trans woman reader - Warnings: none that I can think of, Reader is nervous coming out to Aaron. If there’s anything you want me to add, let me know! Word Count: 968

Aaron x trans male reader -  Warnings: dysphoria, transphobic deputy (he gets put in his place don’t worry), insecurities, mentions of the chest area and chest area tissue, reader wears a binder longer than the recommended amount of time.  Word Count: 1634

Aaron x trans male reader headcanons - Warnings: some of these include dysphoria, misgendering, and one of these mentions some kissing and mentions of shots - like injections, nothing too detailed or anything just letting you know

OCD is a Bully - Aaron x reader. Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, talks of intrusive thoughts, OCD. Word Count: 1109

Liar, Liar Tattoo’s on Fire - Aaron x Punk reader. Warnings: Insecurities, nervousness, tattoos (?), piercings (?), JJ is a bit problematic in this one, possibly homophobia? depending on how you read/interpret it, other than that nothing I can think of. Oh, I haven’t really proof-read this that much so it could be trash lol. Word Count: 1586

Superhero’s and Dinosaurs - Aaron x Trans Male reader (ft. super adorable Jack). Warnings: kind of stereotypes of male and female (it’s just Jack asking if reader likes superheroes and dinosaurs and stuff like that really lol - I was trying to get into the mindset of a kid and all I could think of was that there’s a stereotype of girls playing with dolls and boys playing with superheroes and stuff like that, so I included, sorry if it offends anyone) but other than that, I can’t think of any other warnings. Word Count: 788

Aaron x Feminine Male reader - Warnings: JJ is a bit ignorant but everyone’s accepting, I don’t think there are any others :) Word Count: 1257

Aaron x male reader - Warnings: insecure reader. Word Count: 426

Authority Figure - Warnings: Murder mentions, Reader swears quite a bit and is a bit of a flirt (also kinky stuff is briefly mentioned lol), I think that’s everything. Word Count: 532

Just Dance - Aaron x Male reader. Prompt: ‘Readers playing just dance with jack and aarons watching from the doorframe’

Aaron x male reader - Warnings: It might be a bit cheesy but that could just be me having written it and reread it a few times, depression. Word Count: 502

Colleagues - Warnings: Is flirting in the workplace a warning? Word Count: 600

Gay besties - Aaron x male reader, Emily x male reader (platonic). Warnings: none.

Hotch x jock male reader - Warnings: like one curse word.

Hotch x male reader - (Derek has a crush on the reader)

Bloody Mark - Trans reader x Hotch (familial). Warnings: dysphoria, menstruation, sad reader

Single Dad Reader - Reader absolutely adores the relationship Aaron and his daughter have

Hotch x male reader - Garcia sets her bestie up with her boss.

Hotch x singer!brother reader - Reader’s close by on tour when two band members wind up dead. Warnings: Murder, cheating. Word count: 1042

Hotch x adopted teen son - Warnings: Anxiety, reader is nauseous, teacher’s a bit of a dick. Word count: 845

Aaron x depressed reader - Warnings: depression, maybe self harm(?) - reader punches something multiple times, also this might be cringe idk, oh talks of medication and antidepressants Word count: 990

Aaron x autistic!Garcia!brother!Reader - Hotch is dating Garcia’s brother. Warnings: kissing, (super) brief mention of meltdown and sensory overload, that's all I believe Word count: 766

Just two men married - You and Hotch get married, Word count: 623 

Dad... - Hotch x teen!reader (ftm), no warnings, word count: 690

Your fault - Prompt: "Everything that happen to them is your fault" switched it up to 'Everything that happens to him is your fault.'Warnings: Jack gets kidnapped, reader is beaten up, hospitals, mean hotch (he gets nicer tho - he was just worried), Word count: 1213

You’ll be ‘kay - Hotchner Family. Prompt: 'We shouldn't have met.'Warnings: First breakup, crying, harsh breakup Word count: 565

5 Times + 1 - 5 times you and Jack competed against each other and the 1 time you worked together. 

Matchy Matchy - Reader comes out as trans to his family. His brother couldn’t be happier.

Meltdown -  Warnings: reader is distressed, meltdown 

Luke Alvez:

Some of my favourite Luke headcanons

Touch wood - Luke x gn reader. Warnings: reader has OCD, mentions of intrusive thoughts, compulsions (cleaning hands, touching wood, counting, checking), a few swear/curse words. Word Count: 1160

Labels (trans reader x Luke) - Warnings: gender confusion (?), reader is sad, unsure reader, trans reader, Luke says a swearword. Word Count: 451

Adopted Brother - Warnings: A long ass title (in the post), quite a bit of swearing?, mentions reader was left on church doorsteps as a baby. Word Count: 444

Try to relax - Reader gets hurt on a case

Luke x Trans male reader - Warnings: Reader comes out as trans, reader is very nervous. Word Count: 450

Digging a hole -  Person A: “I’m digging myself a hole.” Person B: “Its okay, I’ll get in your hole.” Person A: *blushes because they definitely fancy Person B*

I would die for you -  “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”

Luke x Mean Reader - Turned down

Is that my shirt? - Luke x male reader

Nothing Special - Luke x Lisa. Prompt: 'You're nothing special.'Warnings: harsh break up, anti-lisa tbh, insecure luke Word count: 236 

Please stop flirting - Luke x Simmons!Reader

Luke x FTM reader headcanons - discusses weight 

Matt Simmons

Please Stop Flirting - Luke x Simmons!Reader

David Rossi:

Retirement - David Rossi x Male reader

Partner - Dad!reader x David Rossi. Warnings: Bullies, blood, ‘off camera’ violence

Emily Prentiss:

Emily x male!reader - Word Count: 657 Warnings: Emily is feeling a little down

Dates - Male reader, Emily is out of her comfort zone

Cupcakes - GN!Reader x Emily. They bake cupcakes

Haunted - GN!Reader think’s that they are haunted

If Emily had adopted David (03x02)

Tara Lewis

Jennifer Jareau:

JJ x Child!FTM!Reader (familial) - Warnings: Parent death mentions, abduction/kidnapping mentions, idk if i missed any. Word Count: 959

JJ x male!reader - Warnings: none.

Penelope Garcia:

Some Penelope headcanons

Penelope x trans male reader - Warnings: needles, injections, testosterone shots, sheriff’s an ass, mentions of past arrests, mentions an attack, hate crime, mentions of broken bones, mentions of being attacked because of gender identity Word Count: 2342

Penelope x gn!Reader - Relationship reveal, No warnings, Word Count: 833

Penelope x teen brother reader - You get into a fight at school. Warnings: fights, blood, bullying Word count: 1135

Luke x Spencer (Ralvez):

Favourite Date headcanons

Happy Birthday - Warnings: Major character death, stabbings, sadness :(, sad Luke, sad everyone to be honest, dead body, mentions of vomit. Word Count: 1504

Burnt Out - Warnings: None. Word Count: 472

Aaron x Derek (Hotchgan):

General headcanons

Spencer x Derek (Moreid):

Trans Derek - Warnings: Derek comes out as trans but other than that nothing I can think of. Word Count: 616

Nightmares - Warnings: Spencer has a nightmare, nothing mentioned that too graphic. Word Count: 280

Bullies - (platonic) Warnings: Bullying. Prompt: ‘Please stop teasing me’

You promised - Prompt:  ‘But if I don’t have you, I don’t have anyone. And you promised that wouldn’t happen.’

Coming out - Prompt:  ‘You’re part of this family, whether you want to admit it or not.’

Internalised homophobia - Warnings: Internalised homophobia

Ask (me off anon, wimp) - Spencer keeps getting anon asks asking him out

PDA - Warnings: hate crime, assault, hospitals, broken bones, homophobia Word count: 2003

Aaron x Spencer (Hotchreid):

Buried - Warnings: buried alive, small spaces, coffins, foyet mentions, hankel mentions, past traumatic experience mentions, phobias. Word Count: 1294

Jack and Spencer (talking about Hotchreid) - Prompt: ‘Are you here because you want to be part of this family, or because you don’t want to be alone?’

Hotch x Reid - Spencer thinks Aaron is cheating on him.

Infection - “You don’t want that to get infected”

Luke x Penelope:

‘Can you please hug me really tight?’

Series/Multi-Part Fics

Atlas Tries Tropes:

(see also Hotch x gn!reader)

There’s only one bed - There’s only one bed in Luke and Tara’s shared hotel room

Undercover Fake Dating -  Warnings: Drink spiking, hate crimes, fake date situation, slight nsfw references (jokes of bdsm and kinks), mentions of cheating. Minors proceed with caution, I’m going with 16+ just to be safe Let me know if I missed anything. Word Count: 2.5k

Undercover Fake Dating Part 2 - (Part of Whumptober 2022) Warnings: abduction, kidnapping, hurt, pipe as weapon, drugged (in last part), forced to hurt loved one, stress position, gash wound, keeping injury a secret, passing out, needles, hospital, blood, knocked unconscious. Word count: 5765

Dad Reader:

Part One - Warnings: Reader has a son they didn’t know about, other than that, I don’t believe there is anything - I mean there’s a baby, but I don’t think that’s a warning? Lol. Word Count: 2000-ish.

Part Two - Warnings: Cancer, illness, Chemotherapy, Radiation therapy, this is heavy towards the end with stuff like that, sadness, a character is not well at all. There will be another ‘keep reading’ for when the warnings and stuff hits just so people know! Word Count: 2140

Part Three - Warnings: Mentions of cancer, chemotherapy, radiation therapy/radiotherapy, sadness, reader is sad, Hotch is good, people are concerned, I think that’s everything if you spot anything you think should have a tag, let me know! Word Count: 2179

Hotch x gn!reader: Aaron meets y/n at a bar, swooping in and saving them from an old drunk guy. Later, y/n is able to return the favour.

I have a boyfriend - Aaron x gn reader. Warnings: Creepy old man, drinking, alcohol, reader panics and says they have a sugar daddy XD Word count: 322

I have a partner - Aaron x gn reader. Warning: unwanted hitting on, drink, I think that’s all? Word Count: 607

Penelope Garcia:

Penelope x Morgan’s younger brother

Part One - Warnings: none that I can think of. Word Count: 1500 ish

Part Two - Warnings: none. Word Count: 602

Derek Morgan:

Unrequited:

Unrequited - Derek x Male reader. Word Count: 5127 Warnings: Derek’s a bit of an ass, there’s probably some swearing, drinking, fighting, angst, arguments, the lot, a panic attack happens (not too much detail though), erm, idk if there’s any more, let me know if you notice any.

Part 2 - Derek x Male reader. Word Count: 1598 Warnings: minor violence, angst with a happy(ish) ending

Hotchner Brother Masterlist

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist

[moonlightdancer26]

What is your favourite Severus Snape moment ?

Every moment is my favorite Severus Snape moment. I’m not even joking. Every. Single. Moment.

“Hang on…” Harry muttered to Ron. “There’s an empty chair at the staff table…Where’s Snape?”

. . . “Maybe he’s ill!” said Ron hopefully.

“Maybe he’s left,” said Harry, “because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!”

“Or he might have been sacked!” said Ron enthusiastically. “I mean, everyone hates him – ”

“Or maybe,” said a very cold voice right behind them, “he’s waiting to hear why you two didn’t arrive on the school train.”

Harry spun around. There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape. He was a thin man with sallow skin, a hooked nose, and greasy, shoulder-length black hair, and at this moment, he was smiling in a way that told Harry he and Ron were in very deep trouble. (Chamber of Secrets: “The Whomping Willow”)

I really love this moment. It’s never talked about which really upsets me, it’s criminally underrated. And it also shows how much he protects Harry. Every time Harry is late, Severus is always the only teacher waiting and searching for him!🥰❤️

Wait, there’s more

When Sev’s lips curl:

Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling, if Snape had been looking at him like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. CoS - JKR

When Severus was how everyone felt about Gilderoy Lockhart:

Snape looked as though someone had just fed him a large beaker of Skele - Gro. CoS - JKR

Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison. CoS

Sevy baby who cares about his little dunderheads:

“It has happened,” she (McGonagall) told the silent staff room. “A student has been taken by the monster. Right into the Chamber itself”.

Snape gripped the back of a chair very hard and said, “How can you be sure?” CoS - JKR

When Severus hears someone screams as though they’re being tortured:

At the foot of the stairs stood the only person who could make Harry's situation worse: Snape. He was wearing a long gray nightshirt and he looked livid.

“The egg was on your office, Professor?”

“Of course not,” snapped Snape. “I heard banging and wailing… I was coming to investigate….” GoF - JKR

Severus, the Slytherin through and through:

>> insert: Spinner's End, Half-blood prince.

Sev and toads:

Snape picked up Trevor .. no wait … wrong toad

“You are on probation!” shrieked Professor Umbridge, and Snape looked back at her, his eyebrows slightly raised. “You are being deliberately unhelpful! I expected better, Lucius Malfoy always speaks most highly of you! Now get out of my office.”

Snape gave her an ironic bow and turned to leave.

Snaters: SnApE oNlY dId WhAt He DiD fOr HiS cHiLdHoOd CrUsH NYAHHHHHH

Meanwhile, in Dumbledore’s office:

“Don't be shocked Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?”

“Lately, only those whom I could not save,” said Snape.

There’s more (I’m too lazy to write it all down):

Slashing Porker’s cheek (it’s a shame he didn’t aim it at Porker’s cherry-sized balls)

Entering the Forbidden Forest to look for Harry and Co in OoTP (this was off-screen/page but idk why I still love it)

Saving Remus’s life

Going into the Shrieking Shack in PoA (despite past trauma to apprehend a mass murderer and his little werewolf) and saving 3 children

ObViOuSlY

But if I HAD to pick one then I’d choose his interactions with Bella and Cissy in Spinner’s End (Spinner’s end is one of my favorite chapters, if not my favorite, in the entire series)

Sevy in Spinner’s End makes Harry look like an amateur!

[championofapollo]

Aight

Good Glaux, where do I even start with The Lab trilogy?

The beginning is usually a good place to start, but I think the middle would be better so that I don't sound like a rambling loon... more than I do.

*clears throat* A few years ago, 8 teenagers were taken from their homes and experimented on by what they could only assume was a mad scientist. He altered their genetics, their magic abilities, and their skill sets. One of my favourite details is the mechanics he used on them. There's trackers in their left arms, and behind their right ear is a lil device that can control their memories, their senses, and their emotions. It's really neat.

Once the experimentation stage was over, they were trained like elite soldiers and released into noble society to "deal with" corrupt businessmen and royals. The professor had very strict rules and a very strict order to his madness, so if they stept out of line it could have been deadly.

There were other groups of experiments in there with them, but they were separated and sent on different types of assignments. Mingling wasn't exactly ideal, but the professor couldn't stop it. The Assassins(main 8) and the Dragon triplets were extremely close, for example.

Eventually, most of the experiments escaped, but they couldn't exactly enter normal society as they were. They didn't have any regular people skills. Not to mention, the professor was hunting them every hour of every day. The Devil is mostly about them trying to adjust and figuring out how to live.

The Assassins Unit, in order of capture, is:

Ellipsis(The Aethereal ll she/her)

Carmen(The Rat ll she/her)

Autumn(The Werewolf ll she/they)

Erica(The Fox ll she/him)

Jacklyn(The Siren ll she/her)

Gylfie(The Devil ll she/her)

Taylor(The Ghost ll they/them)

Cici(The Fairy ll she/they)

Elli and the professor were actually engaged before everything happened, and she is the only one who's past memories were not erased. The professor insits on them staying in high society and going to events he's invited to so that he can keep an eye on her.

Carmen gets special treatment because she is quite literally willing to spill any secrets you tell her to the professor. She also has a thing for the femboy guard, which probably doesn't help despite how cute they are.

Autumn's personality is grr with a side of pyrotechnics. Most of the time, she only plays with her sparring partners and has only had to put effort into a fight once. It was really entertaining, she ended up cheating to win.

Erica is a shy little fox, and was the most scarred by what the professor did to her. Unlike the other girls who can shapeshift to some extent, she was just a regular person before getting turned into a werefox. Her first full moon was horrendous.

Jacklyn's always been playing at the edge of insanity. The professor played around more than he should have when altering her magic and made it so that no one could even teach her how to use her powers. The on-site trainer, Owen, tried and tried but couldn't manage to help her.

Gylfie was the tortured soul of the group, which was ironic, considering her best skill was torturing others. She could get any information required within 12 hours, even if they're tougher than others. Gylf didn't like that she was good at it, but she refused to kill people, so she had to do somethin.

Tay doesn't make it all the way through the story, but they at least make an impression while they're there. The professor basically made them undead, with pale skin and sunken eyes. The whole caboodle.They did mental/emotional damage with all their insults, even though they couldn't read minds X)

Cici also didn't make it all the way through, but she didn't die. She's had her memory wiped twice and presently owns a bakery. Back in the lab, she was the mind reader and scout. During parties, Cici would find the highest spot she could sit in and survey the room, cycling through all of the guests' thoughts till she found the target.

Thaaat's about it. If there's any specific questions feel free to ask ^w^

oohhh tell me about the lab trilogy and acting like children

Ok...

I'll start with the easiest one.

Acting like Children originally was supposed to be a short story that became much much longer as I started writing and started throwing ideas around with friends.

Basically- a potion went wrong because sOmEoNe thought that "eye of newt" means actual eyes of newts and not a certain plant, so a random afternoon after school became absolute chaos

Jinx, Gaby, and Luna got transformed into their 4 year old selves and returned to the same habits they had at that age.

Gaby wasn't around many people and didn't know how to socialize at that age, so once she found her person she stuck to them like glue.

Jinx was still in an orphanage at 4 and tried to commit hide as soon as she could. She didn't get very far because someone found her and took her to her mom, but she tried!

Luna was basically the same, just a little more wild. Once she saw the garden she poofed from her "babysitter's" line of sight and went to chase butterflies. It took an hour to drag her back inside

The whole getting them back to normal is the wip part lol

I'll reblog this with info on the lab in a bit

[lcdrarry]

LCDrarry 2021 Master List

Dear lovely Participants, Creators, Alpha and Beta Readers, Commentors, Cheerleaders, Readers and Fans of our fest,

Our 3rd installment of LCDrarry is coming to an end, and we'd like to thank you all for taking part in our little fest, for creating so many amazing new Drarry works for us all to enjoy, for commenting on your favourite creations, for sharing and recommending the LCDrarry gems with your friends and blog followers, and for making this fest another amazing experience for everybody!

You can find out under the cut who created what ;D

~Your LCDrarry Mods Tami ( @celilasart​ ) and Suzi ( @erin-riwen​ )

PS: Please have a look at the author notes and tags on AO3 for additional information and more detailed warnings.

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Thank you! :)

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Podfic

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[Podfic] Harry Potter And The Disorder Of The Phoenix

Title: "Harry Potter And The Disorder Of The Phoenix" Written by: postjentacular Read by: @porcelainsalt​ | bluedreaming (AO3) Word Count: 1,304 words / 8 minutes Rating: General Warnings: none

Summary: An exasperated werewolf-slash-professor, a decidedly not-dead drama queen, a brat, and a straight white man settle down to watch a movie. It goes as well as you’d expect.

Listen to "Harry Potter And The Disorder Of The Phoenix" on AO3.

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Art

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[Art] At the Beginning (With You)

Prompt: "Anastasia", 1997, Don Bluth and Gary Goldman Artist: @zandragorin​ Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: Teen Warnings: none

Summary: It's one, two, three, and suddenly he sees it a glance.

View "At the Beginning (With You)" on AO3.

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[Art] Between Your Heart and Mine

Prompt: "Crimson Peak", 2015, Guillermo del Toro Artist: @kryptidfox​ Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Warnings: none

Summary: Auror Harry Potter is called to investigate barren and isolated Malfoy Manor, home to Sir Draco Malfoy. There, he finds forgotten secrets, lingering ghosts and perhaps even love.

View "Between Your Heart and Mine" on AO3.

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[Art] Fallen

Prompt: "Chocolat", 2000, Lasse Hallström Artists: @julcheninred​ & m4gOrtz Art Medium: paper, thread, chalk, ink Rating: General Warnings: Food, Depression, Clergy

Summary: As Père Harry passed the window of the chocolate shop early on Easter morning, he was shocked to discover the Comte de Malfoy, who had destroyed the shop's window display and fallen asleep in his grief and exhaustion.

View "Fallen" on AO3.

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[Art] I am only one side of a coin.

Prompt: "Merlin", 2008-2012 Artist: @digthewriter​ Art Medium: Digital Art in Photoshop Rating: General Warnings: none

Summary: The better side, obviously. Merlin/Harry Potter fusion. Harry as Merlin & Draco as Arthur.

View "I am only one side of a coin." on AO3.

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[Art] No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin

Prompt: "Romeo and Juliet", Shakespeare Artist: writingsbydestiny Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Warnings: none

Summary: Inspired by Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare starring Draco Malfoy as Juliet Capulet and Harry Potter as Romeo Montague.

View "No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin" on AO3.

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[Art] The Malfoy Family

Prompt: "The Addams Family", 1991, David Levy Author: @moondraconis​ Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Warnings: None

Summary: Harry and Draco have just got engaged. Now Harry has to sit for a family portrait with his weird new in-laws.

View "[Art] The Malfoy Family" on AO3.

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[Art] The Poet's Choice

Prompt: "Portrait of a Lady on Fire", 2019, Céline Sciamma Artist: @kairennart​ | Personaje (AO3) Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Warnings: none

Summary: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteen century, Harry is commissioned to paint a wedding portrait of Draco without him knowing, since he refuses to pose. That means a lot of staring, and a lot of time together. Time goes by, and, inevitably, like everything in life, they fall in love. But Harry has to finish his painting, and Draco has to get married.

View "The Poet's Choice" on AO3.

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[Art] there are dangerous men about

Prompt: "The Legend of Zorro”, 2005, Martin Campbell Artist: @dragontamerdame | dragontamerdrarry (AO3) Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: Teen Warnings: None

Summary: Two wizards engaging in a vicious duel, but make it gay and sexy.

View "there are dangerous men about" on AO3.

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Fic & Art

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[Fic & Art] One More Lantern

Prompt: “xxxHoLiC”, 2006-2010 (anime)/2013 (live action) Author/Artist: vivi1138 Word Count/Art Medium: 8,373 words & Digital Art Rating: Teen Warnings: Smoking

Summary: Harry is plagued by spirits who seem intent on devouring him, and there’s only one place they can’t follow: a house hidden in wizarding London, belonging to Draco Malfoy. Harry didn’t intend to stay. He certainly didn’t foresee falling in love. Yet here they are. A slice of life where Draco is a sap, Harry buys ice cream, and spirits keep throwing their peaceful life into chaos.

Read and view "One More Lantern" on AO3.

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[Fic & Art] In the Shadow of Your Heart

Prompt: Howl's Moving Castle, 2004, Hayao Miyazaki Author: @fantalf​ Word Count/Art Medium: 854 words & Digital Art Rating: General Warnings: sectumsempra scars, memory loss

Summary: When the recluded ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy finds Harry Potter wandering around the hills, with no memory whatsoever of who he once was, he and Teddy decide to welcome him into their little family.

Read and view "In the Shadow of Your Heart" on AO3.

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Fic

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[Fic] Paging Healer Twatwaffle

Prompt: "House M.D.", 2004-2012, TV-Series Author: @veelawings​ Word Count: 1,550 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Mild dub-con and manipulation, but they’re already friends with benefits.

Summary: Healer Malfoy is an absolute wanker.

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[Fic] (Let's Take Our Time) Just Moving Slow

Prompt: "Holidate", 2020, John Whitesell Author: Melacka Word Count: 1,886 words Rating: Teen Warnings: none

Summary: Harry and Draco have a mutually beneficial arrangement: automatic dates for all holidays and public events, no questions asked, no obligation, no strings. It all seemed like such a good idea when they started. Harry certainly never expected to develop feelings for Draco.

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[Fic] Jurassic Drarry

Prompt: "Jurassic Park", 1993, Steven Spielberg Author: PhenomenalAsterisk Word Count: 1,941 words & Digital Art Rating: General Warnings: Unconventional disposal of dinosaurs; fanart includes graphic image of meat

Summary: An unflappable palaeontologist, a sexy chaos theorist, and a distracted palaeobotanist are called in to tour an eccentric billionaire's pet project.

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[Fic] My Saviour Won't Stop Texting Me

Prompt: "Hercules", 1997, Ron Clements, John Musker Author: fwooshy Word Count: 5,012 words Rating: Teen Warnings: Texting fic

Summary: Long ago, in Ancient Greece, there was a man named Draco Malfoy who sold his soul to Voldemort. Tortured by his sins, he... oh, who am I kidding? This is a Hercules AU texting fic, not some Greek tragedy! Harry and Draco get together and everyone has phones in Ancient Greece. Please enjoy.

Read "My Saviour Won't Stop Texting Me" on AO3.

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[Fic] The Malfoy Family

Prompt: "The Addams Family", 1991, David Levy Author: floydig Word Count: 7,088 words Rating: Mature Warnings: All Addams Family Warnings Apply, Morbid and Dark Humor, Loving Horror, Mild Body Horror (fun), Carnivorous Plants, Blasphemy, Necromancy, Implied Sexual Content

Summary: The Malfoy Family is the Addams Family, and things are about to get interesting. Draco and Harry Malfoy are odd, intriguing, endearingly creepy, and completely and utterly infatuated with one another. This is going to be a fun one. Featuring deadly magical creatures as house pets, recreational use of Unforgivable Curses, hungry carnivorous plants, and plenty of mayhem in between. Also, the whole thing takes place at a Magical Multi-Purpose Store. The Malfoy Family goes shopping!

Read "The Malfoy Family" on AO3.

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[Fic] Love that Blinds

Prompt: "The Batman", 2004-2008, TV-Series Author: aminathescorpio Word Count: 7,245 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Brief graphic descriptions of violence, dubious consent, gaslighting

Summary: When Draco Malfoy gets accepted to work as a psychiatrist in Azkaban Asylum, he finds himself caught in a complicated relationship with none other than Azkaban's most infamous resident: Harry Potter.

Read "Love that Blinds" on AO3.

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[Fic] Sesame Seeds and the Entire Spectrum of Human Emotion

Prompt: "The Proposal", 2009, Anne Fletcher Author: @bisexualronaldweasley​ Word Count: 9,530 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Nudity, Boat Incident, references to past abuse/neglect

Summary: Faced with exile, Draco pretends to be engaged to Harry Potter, who agrees to play along for Narcissa's sake. When they're forced to spend a weekend together celebrating the engagement with the Weasleys, they might try to kill each other, or... they might just fall in love. . Based on the movie The Proposal (2009), though you don't have to have seen the movie to understand the fic!

Read "Sesame Seeds and the Entire Spectrum of Human Emotion" on AO3.

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[Fic] Ghost

Prompt: "Ghost", 1990, Jerry Zucker Author: @maraudersaffair​ Word Count: 10,761 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: major character death (MCD), canon-typical violence, grief and mourning

Summary: When Harry is killed tragically during an Auror raid gone wrong, Draco does his best to move on. He's even a little cheered when Theo Nott starts pursuing him. Then Sybil Trelawney visits Draco.

Read "Ghost" on AO3.

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[Fic] all in good time

Prompt: "Groundhog Day", 1993, Harold Ramis Author: saltwatergarden Word Count: 13,054 words Rating: Mature Warnings: mentions alcohol

Summary: Draco Malfoy's life is boring and repetitive. He supposes he shouldn't complain, since that's better than sharing a house with Voldemort, or doing time in Azkaban. When he gets trapped in a time loop, however, he is forced to confront the routine he has fixed for himself, and try to break out of it. It isn't all bad, facing no consequences for his actions can be fun for a bit. But after he starts visiting the Auror Headquarters and having brief but remarkably pleasant conversations with one Auror Potter, he finally has the real motivation to break out of the time loop - something worth sticking around for.

Read "all in good time" on AO3.

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[Fic] Star Crossed

Prompt: "Romeo and Juliet", Shakespeare Author: GallifreyisBurning Word Count: 13,615 words Rating: Teen Warnings: none

Summary: Two Quidditch teams, alike in dignity, In fair Great Britain, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. The Wimbourne Wasps and the Appleby Arrows have been bitter rivals for centuries. When a nasty brawl ends one of their Seekers’ careers, the teams need new blood to take up the slack and divert attention from the bad publicity. And who better to distract the press than the infamous Draco Malfoy and golden boy Harry Potter? Called back from successful careers abroad, the pair are once again to be pitted against one another in an epic feud. Too bad no one told them that before they started flirting…

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[Fic] The Slytherin Host Club

Prompt: "Ouran high school host club", 2006, Bisco Hatori and Takuya Igarashi Author: shushu_yaoi_lj Word Count: 14,377 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: explicit sexual content, scars, non-graphic mention of past abuse

Summary: Harry is simply looking for a quiet place to finish his Potions essay.It's a pity he ends up at the Slytherin Host Club instead. Or maybe it's a blessing in disguise, since he's had a crush on Malfoy since the beginning of his eighth year...

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[Fic] It is on the other side of my soul (where your name is written)

Prompt: "Call Me By Your Name", 2017, Luca Guadagnino Author: opaleopioid Word Count: 16,372 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: implied switching, rimming, anal sex, no age difference (HP canon-compliant age difference)

Summary: Harry’s having it all, now that the unpleasantries of being treated like a loose cannon is gone: the war is well over, and Voldemort is long dead. He’s made the choice to stay in B, an unplottable magical town in Northern Italy, whose protection wards had kept him in one piece at the height of the second wizarding war, and whose seclusion provides him with the quiet, normal life that he now lives. Harry adores the grassy hills that enclose B like the warm arm of a mother; Likes playing the grand piano from dawn to dusk; Cherishes his current life, on the whole. He gets himself Mocaccino every morning and sometimes has dinner with the Weasleys at their cottage nearby. With the majority of his friends and family falling in love with B and gradually settling down as well, Harry feels like this is the last place he would ever want to leave. To say that the arrival of a certain wizard—a razor-sharp, infuriating blond—makes anything remotely different for Harry would be absurd, of course.

Read "It is on the other side of my soul (where your name is written)" on AO3.

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[Fic] In Search of Our Better Selves

Prompt: "Mad Max: Fury Road", 2015, George Miller Author: alrespirar Word Count: 17,519 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Mentions of past torture, mentions of past rape, brief mention of miscarriage, descriptions of gun violence and injury. Sexual content.

Summary: Five times Imperator Draco saved Potter’s life and the one time Potter saved his.

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[Fic] Where in the World is Draco Malfoy?

Prompt: "Carmen Sandiego", 2019, Series Author: Anaxandria Word Count: 18,029 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Minor mentions of homophobia, violence, and blood

Summary: After the war, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter took parallel paths of fighting crime. Draco discovered the existence of VILE, an international organisation dedicated to the eradication of Muggle-borns. With the help of his best friend, Blaise, he commits international capers to steal artifacts before VILE can get their hands on them. Harry is the auror investigating the heists, but his instincts tell him there’s more than meets the eye.

Read "Where in the World is Draco Malfoy?" on AO3.

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[Fic] My Fair Gentleman

Prompt: "My Fair Lady", 1964, George Cukor Author: emilattes Word Count: 20,766 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: light alcohol use and mentions of child neglect by Dursleys

Summary: After an extended stay at Charlie's Dragon Reserve in Romania, Harry returns to London and makes a fool of himself at his first Ministry Gala. Minister Shacklebolt orders Harry to seven months of etiquette lessons with Draco Malfoy. Will Harry pull through and become an expert in PR? Will Draco manage to make over the biggest PR disaster the wizarding world has seen in years? Wouldn't it be loverly?

Read "My Fair Gentleman" on AO3.

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[Fic] saying yes (instead of no)

Prompt: "Schitt's Creek", 2015, Series Author: Pineau_noir Word Count: 21,022 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: canon typical alcohol and drug use, marijuana use, explicit smut

Summary: “It’s a general store that’s also a very specific store,” Draco grumbled. “Most people won’t realise this, but I want to market Muggle goods to the Wizarding world as well. I want something that will help boost the economy of the Hamlet and Muggles have so many amazing things we don’t have.” . Draco sighed again. “I think it would benefit everyone.” He glared at Emily. “But there’s not a single witch, wizard, or wix who will shop at a place owned by Draco Malfoy.” . “What if it’s owned by Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy?” Potter asked. . “That would be preposterous,” Draco mumbled. “Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy would kill each other before the store opened.” . “What if you didn’t?” Emily asked. Draco opened his mouth to let her know, they would indeed kill each other, but before he could say anything, she continued, “What if it turned into a lovely business?” . “There’s only one way to know,” Potter said. “I really think this is a good idea, Draco."

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[Fic] A First Look Into Resurrecting Mummies With the Aid Of the Chosen One, and Why It Should Be Advised Against (an Essay by Draco Malfoy, Assistant Archaeologist)

Prompt: "The Mummy", 1999, Stephen Sommers Author: @cibeewastaken​ | Cibee (AO3) Word Count: 21,948 words Rating: Mature Warnings: minor violence elements

Summary: Draco hopes to find an ancient spell book rumoured to be in Hamunaptra after Astoria found a map to the lost city. If he makes this discovery, maybe the Magical British Museum will finally look at his application, and his annoying colleague will finally leave him alone. It’s a good plan, until Draco is reunited with Harry Potter for the first time in ten years, as the man is about to be hanged.

Read "A First Look Into Resurrecting Mummies With the Aid Of the Chosen One, and Why It Should Be Advised Against (an Essay by Draco Malfoy, Assistant Archaeologist)" on AO3.

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[Fic] Wicked Game

Prompt: "Jumanji", 1995 or 2017 Author: DearJames Word Count: 22,044 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Sexual Content, Implied PTSD

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy crossed a line during one of their late-night Astronomy Tower Bonding Sessions and neither are sure what that means. Not that they got particularly far, considering they were caught and assigned detention for their antics. And, now, they've been sucked into a boardgame. That's just fantastic...

Read "Wicked Game" on AO3.

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[Fic] Love in Three Parts

Prompt: "Bridgerton", 2020, Series Author: static_abyss Word Count: 24,172 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Canon-typical content

Notes: Thanks so much to my beta, L, for all her help and her encouragement as I wrote this fic. Thanks to the mods for hosting this fest and to the Anonymous prompter who inspired this fic.

Summary: Draco has everything needed to be the diamond of the season. He has the looks, the pedigree, and if he should be short on the money end, well, it isn't up to him to convince anyone they want to marry him. And yet, he finds himself with no prospects and no suitable matches until Harry James Potter, Wizarding Britain's Most Eligible Bachelor, makes his first appearance in proper Wizarding society for the first time in five years. Together, they hatch a plan to secure Draco a husband and keep the debutantes' mothers away from Harry. And if someone should develop feelings along the way, well, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Read "Love in Three Parts" on AO3.

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[Fic] He would always win the fight

Prompt: "Killing Eve", 2018 - ongoing, TV Series Author: Akira-kun Word Count: 26,578 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Serial Killer, Off Screen Murders, Corpses, Political Polarity, Corruption in Government, Corruption in Justice System, Off Screen Violence, Post War Instability, Ambiguity, Dark!character, Vengeance, In a Twisted Way, Obsessive Behaviour, Crime Mystery, Open Ending

Summary: “But you were always just a puppet, weren’t you, Potter?” That voice kept haunting him, in his dreams and during his days, as if hovering over his shoulder, cold as a ghost, lost and lifeless. He wasn’t sure why it hurt like that. Maybe because it was an ugly truth that Harry hoped no one would ever throw back in his face. Or maybe because it was Malfoy. . Killing Eve inspired Drarry where people are getting killed, Harry is getting desperate, Draco is too sexy for his own good, and all hell will break loose.

Read "He would always win the fight" on AO3.

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[Fic] Peaches & Cream And A Little Bit Of Acid

Prompt: "Modern Love", 2019, Series Author: shortie990 Word Count: 27,755 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: suicidal thoughts, mental health issues

Summary: In love there is no real hiding. You have to be pretty up front on who you are. The problem was though, Harry didn’t have a clue who he was one moment from the next.

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[Fic] Outwit, Outlast, Outplay

Prompt: "Survivor", 2000-ongoing, Series Author: Albuss Word Count: 30,976 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Brief homophobia, mentions of past health issues

Summary: Draco loves Survivor. Loves it. So when his job at the Dept. of Mysteries offers him the opportunity to go on as a contestant, he can't think of anything that could go wrong. He is sorely mistaken, but a little chaos turns out to not be such a bad thing. Featuring gratuitous descriptions of Survivor game-play, really jargon-y magical theory I got way too excited about, and Draco's best friend Isabelle being an absolute QUEEN.

Read "Outwit, Outlast, Outplay" on AO3.

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[Fic] Advantage Rule

Prompt: "The Queen's Gambit", 2020, Series Author: @ziezie13​ Word Count: 42,738 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Character death, Parental neglect, Brief references to eugenics, Sexual content, Mild homophobia, Alcoholism, Drug abuse

Summary: Draco's life has been struggle after struggle. He was exiled as a baby, his mother died, he was forced to live with muggles... Need I go on? Quidditch was supposed to be his escape, but how is he supposed to beat Victor Krum and take the world title if he can't even beat Harry Potter? ~No knowledge of The Queen's Gambit required~

Read "Advantage Rule" on AO3.

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[Fic] (This Will Be) An Everlasting Love

Prompt: #12 (also fulfils #6) | "While You Were Sleeping," 1995, Jon Turteltaub Author: @drarrelie​ & @janieohio​ Word Count: 45,139 words Rating: Teen Warnings: None

Summary: Life doesn’t always turn out the way we plan. That’s what Draco’s mother always used to tell him, but Merlin, who could have predicted how right she would be? A story about feisty dragons, loneliness, family, and friends — and finding love in places you least expect.

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[Fic] In a Field of Chrysanthemums and the Woods

Prompt: "The Untamed", 2019, TV-Series Author: @outstandingmoralfiber​ Word Count: 83,399 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: None

Summary: Three notes, and yet they made all the difference. Draco could feel it, the slight magic and wavering notes, washing over him in a brief but calming wave that lit his soul and it was then that he knew that he was going to learn how to play this guqin no matter what. Little did he know that, like dominos, this one simple decision would diverge him onto a path he would've never imagined. - Wizarding world in the Untamed setting, (but you don't need to know anything about the Untamed). Drarry AU starting from Goblet of Fire. Rated E for the smut scene in Chapters 13 & 14, but is otherwise rated T.

Read "In a Field of Chrysanthemums and the Woods" on AO3.

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[thewildmother]

TABBY! i am late to the fandom meme but tvd <3

mollie thank you!! i’m late to answering so it’s all even <3 

favorite character: caroline forbes! stefan is close behind but caroline’s always going to be my #1, i adored her from early season one and have never felt so vindicated watching a character grow.

least favorite character: elena, damon and tyler are all my least favorite because they’re on the same level of me feeling ready to stop paying attention when they’re on screen

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): off the top of my head it’ll be caroline/stefan/klaus, caroline/stefan, katherine/stefan, bonnie/enzo, jenna/alaric

character I find most attractive: katherine or elijah probably tbh

character I would marry: stefan!! he’s husband shaped!!!! i’ll marry caroline too, make it a triad <3

character I would be best friends with: i want to say bonnie or caroline but i honestly think i’d be so nice to rebekah that she’d stake a claim and i’d have no choice but to be her bestie, not that i’m complaining 

a random thought: jeremy forgiving damon and becoming buddy-buddy with him was always garbage and never felt right i’ll stick by that

an unpopular opinion: damon salvatore was worse than numerous villains on the show and he didn’t deserve to live over stefan in the end i said what i said

my canon OTP: steroline <3

my non-canon OTP: caroline/stefan/klaus i’m telling you man they would have been Unstoppable. Showstopping. The Golden Tier.

most badass character: just because of the scene with him literally smacking a man’s head off his body, i’m gonna go with elijah beloved

most epic villain: katherine is the obvious answer so i’ll go with something else and say klaus. his build-up was great, his initial arc was fun and his growth was pretty damn entertaining to watch. plus he hated tyler so that gives him so many points (i liked silas as well, but felt he was a little bit wasted as a character after a point)

pairing I am not a fan of: outside of the obvious sibling pairings that a lot of weirdos were into, i never liked caroline/tyler for a single moment. i couldn’t find an interest in tyler, he always turned me off as a character and it was infuriating having to watch him with caroline for so long especially as his treatment of her got worse and worse. (though it didn’t really start that strong anyhow, given the whole werewolf kidnapping event)

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): katherine!!! i’m convinced that the writers swerved at the last minute on her character because they wasted so much time spent having her bond with other characters and give them moments of seeing beyond The Legend, glimpsing who she really is and starting to understand she’s just a product of the same tragedies and torture they all went through. she was so much more than just “the evil slut vampire” and they looked to be acknowledging that for a minute before they decided to throw that all to the side just for a cheap twist and an extra episode or two of needless drama. 

favourite friendship: always going to be caroline/stefan. i’ll never get over their genuine connection, understanding of each other and everything they do for one another. they make each other smile and laugh!! they hug!!! they don’t hold anything against each other!!!! they just Get It and click so well!!!!! i’m gonna go scream into the sun

character I most identify with: bonnie because i too understand how it feels to be ignored until people want something from you (no matter what toll it may take on you lmao)

character I wish I could be: NONE their lives are horrible leave me out of it i’m suffering enough as is. the closest i’ll say is that i want katherine’s hair i adore her curls

send me a fandom/ship/character and i’ll tell you some things!

[weighty-ghosts]

‘My Favourite Dark Creature’ (wolfstar)

My Favourite Dark Creature, by weightyghosts

“‘The flirtations were getting out of control, and either Sirius knew the effect he had on Remus and enjoyed torturing him, or he was completely oblivious and Remus would have to put up with it for the rest of his miserable, lonely life.’

A story of fantasies and fears, pining, and love languages.”

Rating: Teen

Word count: 2729

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published: March 10, 2021

Warnings: None

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/29950935

   “I swear you’ll be the death of me one day,” Remus grumbled at Sirius, straightening up after having almost been decapitated by the case of butterbeer Sirius was levitating.

“It’s possible,” Sirius quipped, “I am heart-stoppingly good looking.”

“‘Stoppingly’ is not a word,” Remus sighed as they continued down the underground tunnel, illuminated only by the bright blue flames Remus had charmed to float above their heads. He twisted his wand so that his own case did an elegant flip over Sirius’. They’d learned by now to put protection charms on the bottles for the hike back from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. Sirius tended to get bored.

“At least you agree about my looks,” Sirius remarked with a casual toss of his long hair.

“What gave you that idea?”  

“You didn’t disagree,” he replied simply.

“Yeah, but I didn’t agree,” Remus countered.

“Yeah, but you didn’t disagree.”

“Considering my heart is pounding away in my chest,” Remus pointed out in a patronizing tone, “Your theory must be incorrect.”

“Oh it’s pounding away, is it?” Sirius raised his eyebrows, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Don’t make a dirty joke because I said pounding,” Remus pleaded, and neatly skirted his case out of the way when Sirius tried to knock it against the wall.

“I don’t know where your mind is, Mr. Moony-”

“Unfortunately spending too much time with you, Mr. Padfoot.”

“-But I was only going to ask if it’s normal for your heart to be pounding while walking at a leisurely pace? Or,” Sirius stopped abruptly, and pulled Remus to a halt beside him, “Is it being in proximity to an outrageously gorgeous bloke, such as myself, that makes your pulse race?”

“My pulse isn’t racing, thank you very much,” Remus lied, his voice much more stable than he felt. He was mesmerized by the way the dark lighting threw deep indigo shadows on Sirius’ face, accentuating his sharp cheekbones and alluring Cupid’s bow.

“Shall we see?” Sirius whispered. He reached out and brushed his fingers along Remus’ neck, just above his collarbone and up to a spot below his jaw, right where Sirius would be able to feel his frantic heart.

Remus cleared his suddenly dry throat. “My heart rate is faster than yours,” he quickly grasped for an excuse, “Werewolf thing.”

“Really?” Sirius asked, looking from Remus’ neck back up to his eyes as his curiosity was piqued. It was enough of a distraction for Remus to wriggle away from him.

“No,” he grinned over his shoulder as he fled the scene, trying to walk as fast as he could without it seeming like he was actually running from Sirius.

His case of butterbeer bounced off the wall as he rushed around a corner, and he finally spotted the false wall that hid the entrance to the secret passageway. Remus almost groaned with relief. He had to get away from Sirius; the flirtations were getting out of control, and either Sirius knew the effect he had on Remus and enjoyed torturing him, or he was completely oblivious and Remus would have to put up with it for the rest of his miserable, lonely life.

“You know,” Sirius remarked as he appeared behind Remus, “Lying is a huge turn off, Moony.”

“So is your massive ego, Padfoot,” Remus replied.

They set their cases on the ground, tapping them with their wands so that they shrunk down to pocket size. After straightening up with the bottles safely tucked away, Sirius pulled James’ invisibility cloak from his robes and, once again, stepped up to Remus. “I only state the facts, Moony.”

“It’s not like I was trying to turn you on,” Remus said, trying to sound defensive, but failing as his voice wavered when Sirius crowded into his space. He took out his wand and extinguished the blue flames so that Sirius couldn’t see his panicked face, plunging them into near darkness.

“Good,” Sirius retorted in a low voice, and threw the cloak over them. “Neither was I.”

“Good,” Remus echoed, and looked away under the pretence of bending his neck so they would fit without their feet showing. He didn’t know why he played this game with Sirius. It always ended with Sirius having the upper hand, and Remus blushing and running away. He could easily change the subject, talk about disgusting things like bubotuber pus or whatever was growing under Pete’s bed, but apparently he couldn’t help himself.

He could feel Sirius watching him for a moment before he turned and opened the hidden entrance. They came out onto the first floor, stepping around the statue of Gregory the Smarmy as the concealed wall silently moved back into place on its own. They made their way to the main staircase, and Remus braced himself for the intimate trek to Gryffindor tower, intensely aware of the warm air they were sharing, as well as every place their limbs brushed against each other.

“Pete’s birthday should be fun tomorrow,” Remus blurted out, desperate for something to focus on that wasn’t the enticing scent of his best mate’s hair.

“Yeah,” Sirius agreed, glancing sideways at Remus, “As long as we make sure he’s the centre of attention, he’ll have a great time.”

“You mean as long as you sacrifice your own time in the spotlight?” Remus mocked, playfully elbowing Sirius in the side.

“Oi!” Sirius protested, reciprocating with his own elbow jab, “I’m happy to shine the spotlight on a mate when it’s his birthday.”

“So all the girls that will undoubtedly be fawning over you, you’ll send them Pete’s way?”

“Of course.”

“But then who will you let out all of your charm on, Sirius?” Remus pretended to be utterly concerned by this, “I think you might implode if you don’t flirt your way into someone’s knickers at a party.”

Sirius scowled at him in a way that Remus thought he shouldn’t find so damn attractive, but then again, he was fairly sure Sirius could have his eyebrows hexed off and Remus would still want to snog him silly.

“I sense a challenge, Moony,” Sirius declared, “And I accept.”

“I didn’t challenge you,” Remus pointed out, “But I don’t think you could do it anyway.”

“You might be right.” Sirius tapped his chin as he mused on this. “I need an outlet,” he concluded, turning to Remus with a cheeky smile, “How about you, my Moony dearest? Perhaps I’ll woo you at the party tomorrow.”

“Woo me?” Remus snorted, pushing down the frenzied butterflies that had spawned in his stomach. “No, thank you.”

“I see. Well, maybe that’s for the best,” Sirius said with a shrug of casual indifference, “I doubt you could handle the full power of the Sirius Black charm.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Nope. I haven’t met anyone yet who’s been able to resist.”

Remus snickered. “McGonagall does a pretty good job.”

“Nah, Minnie loves it,” Sirius dismissed him with a wave of his hand, “She wants me.”

“What a fun little fantasy world you live in, Sirius.”

“Trust me, Remus,” Sirius dropped his voice as if he were letting Remus in on a furtive secret, “If we were in my fantasy world, this evening would have gone a lot differently.”

Remus stopped walking so suddenly that Sirius almost entirely slipped out from under the cloak. He quickly backtracked and sidled up to Remus, surreptitiously looking around to make sure no one had seen the lower half of his body.  

“What is it?”

What is it? Did Sirius really expect Remus not to pause at his remark? At the possible implication that Sirius might be having fantasies about him? He felt a hot blush creep up his neck, colouring his cheeks.

Sirius must have been able to see his flushed face even in the dimly lit castle, or maybe he could feel the heat radiating off Remus, because he smirked in a thoroughly smug (and distractingly sexy) way. “Told you that you couldn’t handle my charm, Moony.”

“No,” Remus huffed with indignation, “It’s not that.” He tried to reassure himself that Sirius was just kidding. Sure, this might have been taking the flirting further than he ever had before, but Sirius flirted with everyone. What made Remus any different?

“Then what is it?” Sirius asked tentatively. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, a habit he couldn’t control when he was unsure or nervous, and Remus didn't know what to make of that.

“I was just...” Just thinking about my own fantasies that you star in almost every night, Sirius. No, he couldn’t do it. He didn’t understand Sirius’ feelings or motivations, and not understanding something made Remus uneasy. He swivelled back to familiar territory, “Er, just thinking what a dark and terrifying place your fantasy world must be.”

“Oh,” Sirius exhaled with a shaky laugh. “Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t want to go there,” he said, as they started to softly walk through the halls again, “Spooky stuff.”

“Full of ghosts and ghouls and dark creatures?” Remus teased.

“Yeah, but don’t worry,” Sirius reassured, his mouth pulled into a warm half-smile, “My favourite dark creature is there to keep me company.”

Before Remus could respond, they arrived at the portrait hole, and Sirius looked around for any roaming prefects or professors, before tugging the invisibility cloak off of them. “Treacle tart,” he said to the Great Lady, who grumbled sleepily at them and opened the hidden door to their common room, which was empty due to the late hour.

Remus climbed through first, his thoughts reeling as he waited for Sirius. Remus liked to think he knew Sirius well after more than six years. Sirius wasn’t one to spell out his innermost thoughts and feelings; he hinted at things, showing his emotions through actions, not words. And how did he act with Remus?

Moments of their friendship played inside his mind, quickly flipping past like the scenery through the windows of the Hogwarts Express: Sirius’ gentle hands on him after the full moon; Sirius bringing him his favourite tea; helping Remus with his homework when he’s too exhausted to think straight; pulling a blanket over him when he’s fallen asleep reading; becoming an animagus for him so that he doesn’t have to spend the worst nights of his life alone every month…

It was hard for Remus to admit. Even though his parents had done what they could to make him feel loved, a part of him always suspected that that was out of guilt or obligation. He had spent so much of his life believing he wasn’t good enough, or human enough, to truly be loved. But didn’t Sirius spend every day showing Remus how much he loved him?

They ascended the stairs to the boy’s dorms silently, both lost in thought, and Remus’ doubts began to filter in as quickly as his hope had. Sirius would be mad to choose a dark creature over a whole, healthy human. While Sirius claimed to never be afraid of Remus, friendship was different from a romantic relationship. Wouldn’t he be scared to spend his life with someone like Remus?

They reached their dorm and paused outside it, turning so they faced each other.

“You’re not afraid of him, then?” Remus asked in a low voice, fidgeting with his shirt sleeve.

“Who?” Sirius asked, blinking as if coming out of a haze. He also kept his voice down so as not to alert James or Peter that they were there. “My favourite dark creature?”

Remus nodded minutely. “Must be dangerous, no?”

“Nah,” Sirius grinned as he dismissed that as a ridiculous question, “He’s as harmless as a crup.”

Remus snorted in disbelief, though there was no humour in it.

“It’s true,” Sirius insisted. “Besides,” he murmured, sliding closer so they were almost toe to toe, “What’s life without a little danger, Moony?”

All Remus could hear was his pulse hammering in his ears, and all Remus could see was Sirius looking up at him, his dark grey eyes brewing with a storm of emotion that was yet unfamiliar to Remus. He was pulled towards Sirius as if the gravity that grounded him to the earth had now flowed to the beautiful person in front of him, and he could feel a tectonic shift occurring under the surface of their friendship.

He moved closer, until Sirius’ breath came as warm puffs of air on his face, and just as Remus’ eyes slid down to his lips, they parted as Sirius spoke.

“I am a little afraid, I think,” he confided in a soft voice.

Remus jerked back, not having realized just how close he’d been leaning in, his eyes wide with alarm. He’s afraid of me, he’s afraid of me, I knew it.  

“No!” Sirius exclaimed, “No, Moony, not...I’m not afraid of you,” he hastened to explain. He put his hands up, as if he were going to reach out and place them on Remus’ chest, but reconsidered and dropped them lower, playing with the fabric on the front of Remus’ robes. He was chewing on his cheek again, his gaze focused on his fingers. “I’m just... I don’t want…”

Remus felt that magnetic pull again, like his heart was trying to jump out of his chest and into Sirius’ hands. “You don’t want what?”

Sirius’ shimmering eyes flicked back up to his, and he whispered, “I don’t want-”

They both jumped a foot in the air as the dormitory door was abruptly yanked open, and they leapt apart when James’ confused face peered out.

“What’re you two doing?” He asked, frowning with suspicion.

Sirius put on a smile and patted James’ shoulder. “Just talking about how much we missed you this evening, Prongsie.” He sidled past James without another glance at Remus.

James rolled his eyes and moved aside for Remus to follow. “More like plotting how you’ll get me and Wormy to go on the next Hogsmeade run so you lazy arses don’t have to.”

“We were happy to do it for our Wormy’s birthday,” Sirius refuted in a dignified voice. He stepped over to Peter, who was laying on his bed, and took out his miniature case of butterbeer to hand it to him. Peter grinned as he accepted it.

Remus walked over and did the same, watching as Peter tucked them away in his trunk with the other supplies for the party, and avoided looking at Sirius as they settled in to go over the birthday plan again.

A little while later, Remus was in his pyjamas, brushing his teeth alone in the bathroom, when Sirius came in. He wandered over to the sinks and hovered next to Remus, methodically taking out his toothbrush and squeezing on his favourite rhubarb toothpaste, a thoughtful expression on his face. Remus was rinsing his mouth and about to bolt from the room when Sirius spoke.

“I was thinking, Moony,” he garbled around his toothbrush, looking up into the mirror so their eyes met. “I don’t know if we have enough butterbeer for tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Sirius nodded earnestly, “We might have to go back to Hogsmeade before the party.”

Remus saw a glint of a promise, a secret, in Sirius’ eyes, and he felt those same frenzied butterflies migrate back into his stomach.

“‘We’ as in…”

“You and me, of course,” Sirius stated, as if this were obvious, and leaned down to spit into the sink before rinsing his mouth. He turned towards Remus, their faces inches away, and Sirius reached out to tug gently on the hem of Remus’ shirt, “That tunnel is spooky,” he continued in a low voice, “I’ll need my werewolf there with me.”

Remus could see in the mirror that his mouth had popped open in surprise, but he couldn’t seem to get his brain working again to do something about it. He should respond, but his mind was completely empty, except for the vague thought that Sirius still looked gorgeous with toothpaste on his chin.

Sirius suddenly dropped his hand and stepped back, beaming at Remus. “‘Night, Moons,” he said cheerily, then dashed out of the room, leaving Remus staring after him.

That night, it took Remus a long time to fall asleep, but when he did, it was with a smile on his face, and the words, ‘my werewolf,’ playing on repeat in his head.

*

[lonelyyinchicago]

giving sirius the childhood he deserves part 12

hovering over lily’s shoulder, sirius sighed loudly. lily rolled her eyes but ignored him.

“i said hmmmm” sirius repeated.

lily’s head jerked up from the page suddenly, her eyes tightly closed. she was holding her hands out in front of her, the middle finger of her right hand folded down.

“seventy-two!” she said, opening her eyes.

“what?” sirius asked.

“oh nothing. just trying to work out nine by eight. the eights were always my worst.”

“again, what?” sirius said, repeating himself for the second time that afternoon.

“you know, multiplications. basic times tables.”

“the fuck is a times table?”

“did you ever do times table grid races at school?”

“we didn’t go to a first school.”

“okay.” lily paused. “but this is basic maths.”

“hold on - you did maths races?”

lily nodded before sirius’ face broke into a smirk.

“i bet you loved them, didn’t you evans?”

“i- so what if i did? i was good at them. i bet remus liked them too.”

“oi remus!”

remus finished the page of his book irritatingly slowly before getting up off the sofa and moving across the common room.

“what?”

“did you do times table races at school?”

“yeah” remus said simply. “my favourite was always s-”

“-six” lily interrupted.

they stopped and stared at each other.

“was it actually?” remus asked, pushing sirius off the chair next to lily. “no one else has ever had the same as me. everyone always pic-”

“picks five or ten” lily said.

“well i’d pick the ones” sirius interjected. “they’re super easy.”

“that’s just basic counting” remus snapped. “it doesn’t count.”

he screwed up his nose at sirius’ middle finger, before turning back to lily.

“i always found the nines hard to be honest.”

“yeah right! you think they should be easy because they’re so similar to the tens but they’re not. i won’t lie remus, for my muggle studies homework just then i was using that method where you know, you put down the finger of-”

“the sum you’re trying to do!” remus finished excitedly.

sirius threw himself over the edge of the sofa and onto mary.

“shit.”

he looked up at her with a wink. her book came down hard onto his chest.

“i’m getting up. stop hitting me.”

sirius spun himself around on the cushions so he was sitting cross-legged opposite mary, but also able to watch remus and lily.

“why you here?” mary asked eventually. “are you spying on remus?”

“hmmm?” sirius asked, pulling his gaze away from the werewolf.

“i asked if you were spying on remus” mary said, putting her book down after carefully folding the corner.

“i’m not spying, i just had no part in their conversation.”

“you mean you were speechless? did they make sirius black speechless?”

“wouldn’t be the first time remus has made him speechless” frank interrupted with smirk.

mary squealed, as sirius blushed furiously. he pulled the cushion out from under his feet and threw it at frank who caught it easily.

“anyway” he turned back to mary after glaring at frank, “they were talking about times tables. it’s maths related” he added as mary looked confused.

she rolled her eyes and looked over at lily and remus who were both grinning; lily had tears rolling down her cheeks.

“are you sure it’s maths? because they’re laughing too much for it to be multiplication” frank said.

“did you do these times tables grid things?” mary asked.

“yeah i was shit at them. i fucking hated the sevens, eights and nines - absolutely torture every monday morning.”

“that’s rough. maths first thing on a monday” sirius noted.

“not rough” frank corrected him, “hell.”

sirius grinned.

“i’m glad i didn’t have to do that.”

“yeah me too” mary said reaching for her book. “i’m definitely more of a creative-english kind of person.”

“clearly.”

as she raised her book, sirius jumped backwards out of her reach. she stuck her tongue out at him before returning to her page.

“did you really have to do them every week?”

“oh without fail.”

sirius exhaled, throwing his head back onto the armrest of the sofa. it was caught by remus, who was perched on the edge.

“you two finished talking about times tables yet?” sirius yawned.

“could you really not tell me what five by eight is?” lily asked in disbelief.

“nope” sirius said, closing his eyes comfortably. “i really couldn’t.”