Marauders X Reader - Blog Posts

i need more fluff things with the x reader tag, im so done in only finding +18 writing in every tag i look omg

the way i need a fic of james potter x reader inspired in The alchemy by Taylor swift

i don't know how to use tumblr well but let's try, i'm dying to find a post that I was reading about poly marauders x reader, where reader was a slytherin and was in denial with her feelings because slytherins just close themselvs for love

i'm so sad that the page updated and i couldn't find it anymore...

Well firstly hello, i really like your writing it's amazing i have a request so it goes like this

Any Marauders or poly (whatever you are comfortable with) x ftm reader idk maybe coming out to them the fluff kinda hurt/comfort i really wanna see how tou would write them anything is okay with me thanks

Poly Marauders Fic: Our Tweety

➼ First thank you! I wasn't sure which marauders you wanted included, so I went with all four of them! Tbh now I feel like I need to make headcanons for each of the marauders, so if you guys want that lmk! I also went more of a fluff route than hurt/comfort, I hope that's okay!

➼ All the marauders are dating each other already but not the reader

➼ Just as a general aside: there is no one right way to dress, act, or feel as a trans person. In this fic the reader is described as a bit more as a 'stereotypical' trans person, just to try and make it easier to relate to. By no means do you need to have short hair, dress masculine, dislike certain parts of your body, etc., to be trans. All that matters is how you personally identify, how you feel in your own skin.

➼ No beta we die like Regulus

➼ Warnings: None! This turned out a lot longer than I first anticipated though-

Fanart is not mine! Credit goes to @upthehillart, go show her some love!

It was Saturday, a day that should have been restful. Instead James was banging pots and pans he got from Merlin-knows-where bright and early in the boy's dormitory. "Up and at-em! Quidditch practice! Wake up!" he rang out, a chorus of groans answering back as well as a pillow being chucked in his general direction. It landed on the floor in front of James, not doing any damage. Unfortunately. "Are you trying to wake the dead?" Remus groaned, pulling the covers up over his and Sirius' head. They had slept together last night while Peter had crawled into James' bed. Really what they needed to do was push their beds all together so that they wouldn't be crammed between two beds. Plus Peter squirmed a lot in his sleep so he'd stop falling off the bed in the middle of the night. Even if it was funny when that happened.

You were spared from the chaos in the boy's dormitory, the girl's dormitory was still nice and quiet. Everyone still asleep bar from you. Recently you had been reflecting a myriad of things. One being the fact that you liked four different guys at once. Four guys that were all dating each other. Well, four people technically, Sirius was genderfluid, though last time you asked he was currently going by he/they. Which was another thing. Sirius came out a few months ago and since then you had been thinking. He described it as never feeling always like a guy, sometimes he felt more feminine. Othertimes he felt, as he described it, 'in between', or that he didn't care, or neither. You didn't really think that was possible before.

Of course everyone in Gryffindor Tower was supportive. Or everyone for the most part, including you. Lily had made Sirius little bracelets with pronouns he could wear if he wanted, his boyfriends were of course happy that Sirius was comfortable enough to reveal that to them. All of that helped you come to the realization that you never really felt like a girl. You didn't like how your hair looked when it got super long, you wore baggier clothes to try and hide your chest, swapped out the usual uniform skirt for trousers, and showers? Those were hard. You hated looking down at your body most of the time and tried to get out of there as soon as possible. Sure every now and then you may have wanted to wear a dress or skirt, or something considered 'girly', but that didn't mean that you felt like a girl when wearing those things.

It was scary and confusing, trying to figure it out. Perhaps if you had talked it out with someone the realization would've came sooner or easier. Either way you ended up at the same conclusion. You were a guy, a man, a wizard. Not a girl, a woman, or a witch. It was almost freeing to figure that out. Or at least it would be if fear wasn't consuming the forefront of your mind.

That's why you were up so early while your classmates slept around you. You were trying to figure out what to do. You wanted to tell people, maybe even see if you could get switched to the boy's dormitory. But that fear was winning out. Despite how kind everyone was to Sirius when they came out, what if that same grace wasn't extended to you? What would people in other houses think? Professors? Would anyone even start calling you a guy? Would they use the new name you had decided on trying out? There were so many unknows, and the unknown was frightening.

Eventually you had spent enough time stewing in the dorms and moved down to the common room for a change of scenery and a nice fire. When you plopped down on the red velvet couch that's when the stampede from the boy's dorms came down. The first wave was excited second years in their quidditch jerseys, then the tired older quidditch players, then the marauders. James was as energetic as ever, Sirius not too terribly far behind him, Remus half asleep, and Peter practically sleepwalking. Remus was currently using his crutches, walking over and sitting down on the couch next to you. Peter followed suit and sat on the other side of you.

"One of James' early morning practices?" you asked already knowing the answer. Peter groaned in response, slumping against the pillows. Just like that he was back asleep. "Yes. I think he snuck into the kitchens to get our wake up call this morning" Remus mumbled, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. James just looked so proud of himself. He leaned over the couch and pressed a kiss to the top of Remus and Peter's heads before grabbing Sirius' hand. "We're off! Be back in a few hours. Keep Tweety company, will you?"

That damn nickname. You both loved and hated it. James nicknamed you 'Tweety Bird' after you discovered your patronus. A small yellow bird, a Hooded Warbler. "We will Prongs. Or at least I will. Petey is down for the count" Remus chuckled slightly, setting his crutches aside. With the crowd gone you had Remus' full attention. "You're up early. The pots and pans reach the girl's dormitory?" he asked, adjusting a few pillows on the couch to try and get comfortable. "No, just..thinking" real specific.

"About what?" was of course the next thing the werewolf asked. You were quiet for a while, Peter's soft snores the only thing filling the air. Remus patiently waited for an answer, a bit of concern in his eyes at the silence. After a moment he had to ask a follow up question. "Everything alright? Something bothering you? I'll listen if you want to talk. The other's don't need to know."

That broke down what resolve you had left. You didn't realize this but you had been getting worked up in that short amount of time, you face feeling a bit hot and hands shaking. "I'm a guy. I want to go by Y/N." you blurted out. There, it was out in the world now. No taking it back. You were staring down at your feet, trying to expect the worst. Remus let out a small hum then held his hand out. "Well Y/N, I'm Remus, pleased to make your acquaintance" he smiled. That earned a chuckle out of you ask you shook his hand, feeling a little better already. "You're..you're okay with it?"

He almost looked confused. "Well why wouldn't I be? You're my friend, Tweety. No matter your gender, orientation, what have you. And when you want to tell the others they'll have the exact same sentiments" he promised. Though that did mean that he needed to change a few things around for a surprise the four of them had planned. "Am I the first person you've told?" to which you responded with a nod. "Yeah, you're the first. And Peter if he can hear us in his little mini coma. I want to tell them after practice, then just..bring it up to everyone else when it comes up, I guess" it's not like you wanted to call a house-wide meeting about this.

"That makes sense. Sirius and James will likely be a while. James created a new training routine he's trying out. Ever since Slytherin won the cup last year he hasn't eased up. I think if we lose again his head might explode" it was an outrage in the tower after Slytherin won. James and Sirius lead that outrage. Remus as the announcer swore up a storm over the microphone. House points were certainly deducted that day. "All I'm hearing is that the newbies on the team are going to be regretting joining the team" you chuckled. There was a reason why you didn't join the team, and it was James' rigorous training schedule.

For the next two hours you and Remus hung out on the couch, Peter waking up around halfway through. When you first told him the big news he simply blinked at you a few times and went "Huh?" He didn't mean anything by it, poor man had just woken up from a deep sleep. Once he was more awake and could process what you said he was of course happy for you, pulling both you and Remus in for a hug to celebrate. Around breakfast time, the quidditch team came up. As you expected all the first-year players looked miserable. Really everyone did as they marched back up the stairs to lay down. Even Sirius looked bushed. James was the only one still smiling and bouncing with energy. How he did it, no one really knew.

"Moony! Moony our boyfriend killed me! I think I need some mouth to mouth to be saved" He exclaimed, dramatically draping over both the couch and Remus. The wizard rolled his eyes and lightly nudged Sirius. "I think you'll be fine. You sign up for this torture year after year." "What can I say? I'm a masochist" he said with a cheeky grin. James sat down between you and Peter, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "My training isn't that bad! Everyone else is just being dramatic. If you think that's bad just wait til our practice after dinner" that was followed by a groan and loud complaining from all. "Speaking of dramatics, can you two spare them for a moment so I can tell you something?"

For once both Sirius and James were quiet, their attention fully on you. Remus gave you a small nod of encouragement, gesturing for you to take a deep breath. You did so and looked between Sirius and James. "I'm trans. I want to start going by Y/N, he/him." it was a lot easier to say now that it was the third time and yu had already gotten two amazing reactions. Sirius and James didn't dissapoint. Both were smiling brightly and suddenly you were being tackled in a hug by both of them, Peter throwing himself on top of the dog pile and dragging Remus along with him.

"Mate that's bloody amazing!" James chuckled out happily "One of us! One of us!" Sirius playfully chanted, poking your arm. "Does that mean I can get first dibs on all your old skirts and dresses?"

That was all a week ago. Sirius had helped you pick out new clothes on a trip to Hogsmeade while James insisted on picking up the tab. Peter had accompanied you to each of your classes to help you explaim to your professors about your name and pronoun change. Meanwhile Remus had been hard at work in the headmaster's office to get a few things changed around.

Today was the day of that big change. One you had no idea of. James simply told you to meet him in the common room. Then a blindfold was covering your eyes. "James if you lead me to the window and push-" "I would never! How dare you even suggest such a thing!" he gasped in mock offense. "No no! We just have a big surprise planned and you don't get a sneak peak. Stairs, stairs" he warned, helping you up a rather large flight of stairs. But what stairs? You two were just in the common room, the only two staircases were to the dormitories. Even then the girl's staircase was enchanted so that no boys could walk up them. So then-

Suddenly the blindfold was off before you could even complete that thought. You were now in the boy's dormitory, all of your things on the bed in front of you. Bedding, clothes, posters, school supplies, everything. All of the marauders were standing around with big smiles on their faces, though Peter seemed a bit nervous, his cheeks a light pink color. "I talked with Dumbledore and arranged for you to be moved to the boy's dormitory. We had Lily get your things. Though we can move it all back, if you don't want-" "I love it!" You interrupted, rushing to hug all four of them. "Thank you guys, seriously. I was nervous about asking myself"

"Of course Tweety. Though there is something else" Sirius said as he pulled away from the embrace. James looked excited, Peter was now clinging onto Remus. The energy had seemed to shift a bit, in what way you couldn't tell. "Well what else is there? You guys giving e money or something?" you teased with a small smile. That made Sirius chuckle, shaking his head. "No, no. We were all actually wondering..if you wanted to join the polycule?" he asked, giving you a hopeful look. "We all like you, we have for a while but didn't really know how to ask you" James added on. "We were afraid we'd scare you off, y'know, four people fancying you. I know it's a lot" Remus spoke up.

How two amazing things happened in one day, you have no clue. The four people you had felt guilty about liking all liked you back. Merlin if this was a dream you didn't want to wake up. For a moment you forgot to even respond, a bit of panic settling in on their faces. "Oh! Ah yes! Yes sorry, sorry I forgot to even say it out loud." you laughed, smiling from ear to ear. James was the first to tackle you into a hug onto his bed. Well, more accurately, his, Remus', and Peter's beds. They had gone through with their plan of pushing the beds together and just hadn't done Sirius' yet. The other three were quick to follow, all smiling and forming a pile on the beds.

"Bloody hell I thought you were going to say know at first-" Peter chuckled out, resting his head on Sirius' chest right next to Remus. "No! No. I've liked you all for a while, I just..I just didn't think you felt the same way." "Well we do, so clear your schedule Tweety. We'll get all your stuff put away today..after a nap." James declared, struggling to pull enough blankets over everyone. And how could you say no to that? You settled into your place in the cuddle pile, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around James. James did the same for you, reaching one arm a bit further to also be touching Sirius. Sirius had Remus basically laying on top of him and Peter curled up in his side. That's how you all settled in for a rather long nap, and you hadn't been this happy in years.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Pairing: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Minerva McGonagall, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald

Warning: Fluff [I suppose?]

Summary: The boys finally land on the perfect name for their group! And it’s all thanks to their favourite Professor.

A/N: I’m back. Finally. Happy New Year, Christmas. 2022!

“Alright, listen up.” James Potter plopped himself on a chair next to his best friend Sirius Black, as he studied with Remus Lupin. Across from them, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald sat. “We need a name!” James exclaimed.

“A name?” Peter asked curiously.

“A name for a gang.” James explained. “I mean, people just call us the Gryffindor pranksters. It isn’t right.” He played with his fingers. Sirius closed his book and looked at his brother.

“Okay. What are you thinking?” Sirius questioned. Remus groaned, annoyed that his study session was being interrupted by James and Sirius’ conversation. He loved his friends. They’d accepted him for who he truly was but at times, they remained as stupid as the day he met them.

“Maybe The Gang?” James offered.

“Anyone have any suggestions that don’t suck like that name?” Sirius looked at his other friends. Mary shrugged, sketching in her book. Lily stopped writing and looked up.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be bothered paying attention, and as soon as James opened his mouth I lost interest.” Lily defended herself. James faked shock but Sirius just shook his head.

“Focus, Evans. Name for the most amazing group of pranksters to ever roam Hogwarts’ halls.” Sirius said. Lily smiled cheekily.

“Why not Sirius and the three Idiots?” She responded. James stab his heart as if she’d broken it. Remus raised an eyebrow and Peter threw his hands up. “What did we do?” Peter complained.

“Sorry Pete.” Lily apologised. “How about The Gang?”

“That’s just what Prongs said!” Remus replied. “Honestly, Lil. You’re making it awfully hard to defend your case that you’d never end up with someone like him when all you do is the say the same things.” Lily shrugged and returned her attention to her potions notes.

“Okay, what about The Pranksters? Just take away Gryffindor and you’ve got yourselves a fine name.” Mary proudly said. Sirius didn’t want to break her heart.

But luckily he was saved…

“Mr Black, Mr Potter, keep your voices down. This is a library not your common room!” Professor McGonagall whisper-yelled at them. Sirius gave her a sheepish look but James just smirked. “You Marauders.” She groaned as she left.

“Marauders?” Peter questioned.

“Marauders comes from the word Maraud which means to go about in search of things, steal or to attack.” Remus explained patiently.

“It’s perfect!” James yelled excitedly. “The Marauders. That’s what we’ll go by.”

“But we don’t steal.” Sirius said.

“And we don’t attack people.” Peter added.

“We also don’t really go in search of things.” Remus continued.

“Who cares?” James sighed. “Before you explained the meaning of the word, Moony, no one knew what it meant.”

“I did!” Lily responded.

“But it sounds catchy!” James argued. “Come on, boys! The Marauders. The Marauders. Marauders.” James kept going, whispering it into Sirius, Remus and Peter’s ears until they finally gave in.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Remus threw his hands up. “Let’s just throw logic out of the window, why don’t we?”

“I’m sure logic can fly.” James laughed.

“And if it can’t?” Remus asked.

“It can try.” Sirius said, bored.

“Who needs logic anyway when you have pranks, Quidditch and maps?” James smiled. “And an awesomely catchy name such as The Marauders.”

“The Marauders.” All four boys whispered it.

“You aren’t going to spit in your hands and shake it now, are you?” Lily asked.

“Or cut your hands in a blood-oath?” Mary questioned.

“You’re really messed up, Mar.” James said.

“Not as much as someone who names their group something that doesn’t relate to them at all!” She whispered harshly.

“Boohoo.” James replied.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍’𝐒 || 𝐑.𝐁

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Summary: Just some headcanon’s of Reg

A/N: Redid my account, again. I will remake the James Potter fluff headcanon’s eventually. For now I’m focused on the love of my life, Regulus Arcturus Black. I also have some more plans for him including Dad Headcanon’s cause we missed out on Reg being a dad and I’ll be forever pissed.

Regulus would play any song on the piano that you asked for. If he didn’t know it, he’d learn it.

Regulus would learn to braid your hair for you, and in return, some days he allow you to touch his hair.

Regulus wouldn’t become a death eater if you asked, if he already was one, he’d run away with you.

Regulus wouldn’t care about his family’s opinions on you. Especially if you were muggle-born, half-blood or even just a muggle. If he loved you, he loved so fiercely not even his parents could break it.

Regulus would easily become friends with your friends. Quite a charmer this one is.

Regulus would plan some of the best dates. Picnics under the stars, dates to France and even walking the forbidden forest after dark.

Regulus would be super overprotective of you. If someone dare said one bad thing about you, that person would be gone within a minute.

Regulus would buy you whatever you wanted. Even if you didn’t necessarily needed it, or ask for it. If he saw you staring at something, it was yours the next minute.

Regulus isn’t big on public affection but behind close doors, you are his Queen. Back massages, cuddles, reading to you and making you whatever food or drink you’d like.

Regulus would be a great chef. I mean, this man is great at everything. But his food was quite literally to die for. He’d often ask as a joke if you would choose his food over him. You’d say you would and he didn’t quite realise you weren’t joking. His food was that great.

Regulus loves when you reassure him of your love. Even if you think he’s asleep, it means the world to him.

Regulus, at first, wouldn’t be big into saying “I love you” but after you say it, he’ll begin to say it back. You’d definitely say it first but he may say it when your asleep.

Regulus would be totally soft for you. The only person who could make him laugh, cry, smile, fall off a chair, whatever it is, only you can make him do it.

Regulus would jump in front of a train for you. He’d do anything to protect you. Your safety is his top priority.

Regulus finds your happiness is the most important thing in the world. He’d buy you a whole damn cart of kittens if you asked. There’s not a thing he wouldn’t get for you or do for you if it made you happy.

Regulus would ask you to cut his hair because he’d only ever trust you.

Regulus would take your name if you two got married. Because he wants to end the Black name just as much as Sirius. If you have children, they’d take your name.

Regulus would definitely buy you a holiday house somewhere like Paris or Orleans. Somewhere in France where you two could spend days doing nothing.

Regulus would definitely build your dream house for you after graduation. He wouldn’t even offer to live in it. He’d build it for you and if you asked, he’d move in.

Regulus would be so happy when you two graduate. He’d kiss you all over and smile proudly. This man would be super encouraging for everything. Graduation, your first job, getting a house. Whatever it was, he’s your biggest fan.

Regulus would definitely cry to you in the night about all his problems and how much stress he’s under by his parents. You would bake him warm chocolate-chip cookies and give him tea, coffee or hot cocoa. He’d love you a million for it.

Regulus would comfort you from nightmares and you’d do the same for him. You two would definitely make a deal to be completely honest with each other. No matter what.

Regulus would sneak you into his house whenever his parents were asleep or into the dormitories, so you two could cuddle and kiss. He’d also sneak over to you.

Regulus would spend hours reading with you. Studying, sleeping, playing the piano and even pranking people.

Regulus would sneak into different classes to spend more time with you. He’d skip school if you asked.

Regulus absolutely loves holidays such as Halloween or Christmas. You’d have so much fun decorating and making cookies together. Matching Halloween costumes, and you’d always win the competitions for them.

Regulus would love sleeping on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat and remind himself you’re alive. You’re here. You’re real.

Regulus would spend hours talking about stars and astronomy. You’d patiently listen because it was rare to see him so excited over something.

Regulus would call you all sorts of nicknames. Darling, love, sweetheart, princess, bubs. You would call him things like babe, baby, reg, reggie, my starboy and have cute joking names like heir of slytherin, prince of darkness, his royal highness.

Regulus would only dance with you.

Lilly : James?

James : Yes, Lily Pad?

Lily : May I speak to you for a moment?

Sirius : (under his breath; in a sing-song voice) Someone is in trouble.

Sirius Black Must Die: Chapter Two

Sirius Black X Ravenclaw Fem Reader

Disclaimer: Since it’s an AU in the present day without Voldemort, the muggle-borns and half-bloods can use present day technology. I like to think the pure bloods have their version of muggle technology, wiz-tech if you will

MASTERLIST

Before heading to detention, Alessia talked to Sirius in the Gryffindor common room, Ximena talked to Sirius in the Great Hall, and Catalina talked to Sirius in their transfiguration class. Sirius said the same thing to the three of them.

“You know, I don’t know why girls say stuff like that. I mean, I think they’re just jealous of what we have. Because we share something special. Something we don’t have to label. You know it’s an unspoken bond and I love how secure you are.” Sirius said to them and they end up making out.

The three girls went to McGonagall’s office to receive their punishment and they saw that YN was already there.

“Because you four fought each other during Defense Against the Darks Arts, the four of you will have to polish the silver in the trophy room without magic. 5 points removed from each of your houses, now get to work.” McGonagall said. The four girls made their way to the trophy room and Alessia spoke up.

“So I talked to Sirius, it was sweet. He said he felt bad for you and that you were jealous because we share something special. Something that we didn’t have to label because...” Alessia was interrupted.

“Because it’s our unspoken bond and I just love how secure you are?” Catalina filled in the blank. YN was just watching this whole thing unravel

“And it hurts me to hear you question it? Because you’re the..” Ximena started

“Only girl for me?!?” The three girls completed in anger.

“I can’t believe that total arse said the same thing to all of us.” Catalina said as she stopped on the middle of the corridor.

“Figures. First he makes up with us, then he shags us..” Alessia started but was interrupted by Ximena.

“Wait, The two of you shagged?” Ximena asked curiously.

“Sirius and I share something special.” Alessia said as she begins to walk down the corridor and they finally make it to the trophy room. YN was the only one that started polishing the silver because apparently the girls haven’t finished her Sirius Discussion.

“Like what? Like how you both have been in your pants?” Ximena accused. YN winced, Ximena seemed so sweet, never saw this side of her.

“No, of course not. We both like quidditch, have similar music taste, and have excellent stamina.” Alessia said, YN gagged as she was polishing.

“Gryffin-whore” Catalina said in between coughs.

“Oh right, like you haven’t been slithering in his bed like the snake you are?” Alessia replied. “Besides, I don’t know about you two, but Sirius and I belong together. We’re co-captains of the quidditch team, we’re both Gryffindors, and we’re both incredibly hot.”

“Oh, like he’d take either of you two seriously” Ximena said, tired of Alessia and Catalina fighting.

“Don’t lump me with her!” Catalina said pointing at Alessia.

“So what, now you think you’re better than me?” Alessia questioned angrily and offended.

“Just shut up.” YN said quietly but it seems like they heard her.

“Excuse me?” Ximena questioned offended.

“What?” Catalina and Alessia questioned annoyed.

“Sorry, forget I said anything.” YN said and went back to polishing.

“If you have something to say, say it, we won’t get mad. At least I won’t, don’t know about the other two.” Ximena said sweetly and gave YN a shy smile. YN smiled back.

“I’ll say what’s on my mind when the three of you start helping me, we will get this done a lot quicker.” YN said and the three girls started polishing the silver after they picked up the rags that was left for them. “Okay so about this Sirius Black guy. Did he call you guys “love”, “darling”, or “sweetheart” when you went on your so-called dates? Yeah, he doesn’t do it out of affection, it’s so he doesn’t mix up your names. He’s all about an unspoken bond or something special but never about a real relationship? Like he never asked you guys to be his official girlfriend. This whole arrangement was your idea so you feel guilty he cheated. Tell me if I’m warm.” YN said.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the fourth girl Sirius was hooking up with.” Alessia commented, laughing a little as she was polishing.

“Um no, but I knew a guy like him back home.” YN said.

“You’re right, he’s always making me feel guilty.” Ximena said as she turned to YN.

“It seems to me that if a guy treats you like that..” YN started but was interrupted by Alessia.

“That you’d break up with him, blah blah blah blah.” Alessia said as she put down the final piece of silver.

“Sirius would have another girlfriend in a second.” Catalina said,

“I didn’t say I’d break up with him, I would get even.” YN said,

“Who are you?” Alessia asked,

“She’s YN, she’s in our DADA class, a ravenclaw, and a year below us.” Ximena explained to Catalina and Alessia. “I’m a Hufflepuff, I know everyone.”

“I’m glad to see that we’re in first name basis.” YN commented.

“I mean if we’re gonna take Sirius down, we kinda have to be.” Alessia said and that’s when YN had a small stroke.

“I’m sorry what?” YN asked confused.

“Your plan to get even with Sirius? Like if we want this to hit hard, we need to start planning ASAP.” Catalina said.

“Ooh yes, we can meet in the kitchens, just tickle the pear in the portrait and it will open. This way we can plan this in secret and have snacks.” Ximena suggested. “Do we go after detention or wait a little while so no one gets suspicious?”

“Maybe wait a little while. And if all else fails, you can come to the Ravenclaw common room, just Google the riddle on your phone if you guys get stuck.” YN said. A few minutes later, they were finished polishing the silver and YN went to the Ravenclaw common room after answering the riddle correctly. She saw Charlie studying.

“Hey, Squirt, how was detention?” Charlie asked.

“I guess it was fine. Still hate the fact that I got detention for ‘vulgar language’ like what the fuck.” YN said and Charlie laughed.

“Can believe that. You swear like a sailor.” Charlie said.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be in my room listening to music if you need me, dear Charlie.” YN said as she went to her dorm room and put on her headphones to listen to music until she dozed off.

When she woke up from her nap, she saw Alessia, Catalina, and Ximena by her bed.

“For fucks sake, what are you guys doing in my room?” YN asked.

“Your friend Charlie let us in. He’s really cute, sadly he’s younger than me.” Alessia said.

“He was held back, you can go for it. You’re here for the plan?” YN asked as she sat up on her bed.

“Yes actually. How do we go about killing Sirius Black?” Catalina asked.

“I mean there’s always the killing curse...” YN muttered.

“Not literally, my dear Ravenclaw, I meant like killing his reputation and everything he stands for, you know? Like he’s the face of the Marauders, he’s basically worshipped by every guy at Hogwarts minus the Slytherins obviously. And literally every girl drools for him.” Catalina said as she started to fidget with a stuffed bear on top of your trunk.

“I guess that depends. I mean what made you attracted to Sirius?” YN said.

“Well because of quidditch, his body is toned. His long fluffy hair that frames his face perfectly, his perfectly plump lips that are so soft against yours, how he knows how to kiss every spot just right..” Alessia said as she started to close her eyes, imagining everything,

“Hey, Gryffin-whore, please pay attention.” Catalina said and Alessia looked at her with squinting eyes “Sorry, Alessia, stop day dreaming about fucking Sirius.”

“I guess it’s just everything. Like he’s cocky but not so cocky that he’s unbearable. He has this sort of arrogance and confidence to him. Like he knows he’s hot and he owns that shit when he’s walking down the corridor. He’s incredibly charming, knows the right things to say, and like Alessia said, he knows how to kiss.” Ximena said, the two girls agreed. YN was writing all of this down on her laptop that her father gave her.

“What are you doing?” Alessia asked,

“Documenting our plan to destroy Sirius, we can’t just wing it, it has to be well thought out.” YN said. “Know, how do we destroy a man like Sirius Black?”

“I mean, he’s literally ALWAYS with someone, you know? Like he always has a girl with him or around him or literally all over him.” Ximena said.

“Yeah, I know, I saw him and Cat making out at the Three Broomsticks.” YN commented. “Wait, Can I call you Cat?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. And I can’t believe you saw that. Wait, that’s how you found out!” Catalina exclaimed.

“Yeah actually, I should have said something earlier.” YN said.

“Nah, we probably wouldn’t have believed you anyway.” Cat shrugged it off.

“I got it? To destroy Sirius Black we have to make him undatable! But it can’t be superficial, it has to be like his manliness, his ego, we need to destroy his confidence so that way he thinks twice about cheating.” Ximena said.

“Ooh, I like it, Hufflepuff. Didn’t know you had a dark side, Sunshine.” Alessia commented making Ximena smile shyly, she’s adorable. “But how do we do that?”

“We could always brew a Bulgeye potion to make his eyes swell.” Catalina said.

“But that’s a superficial thing.” Ximena said.

“Not if it happens when he’s on a date. I can slip the potion into his drink and when he’s on a date, his eyes bug out like crazy.” Cat said,

“Ooh that’s good, I like your thinking, but how about we go a little stronger, maybe a fungiface potion, make his face break out in fungi.” YN suggested.

“Evil, I like it, how long does it take to make?” Alessia asked.

“I’m not sure, probably 5 days.” YN said.

“Great, we can start tomorrow, I can ask professor Slughorn if he can let us use the potions lab for some extra practice, he will just eat that up.” Cat said.

“That’s good, that’s good. Give me your numbers so we can have a group chat.” YN suggested.

“Perfect, that way we can talk and no one will be suspicious about the four of us hanging out and being friends all of a sudden.” Ximena said. The girls exchanged their phone numbers and it was all good.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how come none of you noticed or why did you guys stay with him if he made you feel guilty?” YN asked.

“The three of us never got along. I think it was because of the train ride going to Hogwarts first year.” Alessia said.

“I remember that we were talking about which house we wanted to get into and we started bad mouthing each other’s houses. I guess we just never got over that, until now I mean.” Cat said.

“Well I’m glad you’re over it, and now go to your dorm before my roommates come in.” YN said, they all said goodbye and left, that was when Amara came in the room.

“What are you doing with them? They literally couldn’t stand each other yesterday.” Amara said.

“It’s nothing, Amara, we were just hanging out. You know, being in detention together actually helps you make friends.” YN said.

“Are you referencing The Breakfast Club, Lemonade Mouth, School Gyrls, or that one scene in the Power Rangers movie?” Amara asked.

“Breakfast Club, but I’m glad you understand Muggle pop culture.” YN said.

“Yeah okay, I hope you know what you’re doing, YN. Wouldn’t want to you to forget who your real friends are.” Amara said,

“I could never, you’re like my big sister. You up to watch a movie?” YN asked,

“Sure, I pick the movie though” Amara said as she sat next to YN to pick a movie from her laptop. YN was thinking about what Amara said and the plan for Sirius Black. What they were doing wasn’t bad, it was more like prancing him. He pranks the younger students all the time. It was perfectly harmless.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James have been friends since first year. You both would spend majority of your time together due to quidditch practice. Somewhere along the way, you started to develop feelings for him. You would never assume he felt the same way towards you, even though he flirted with you mindlessly and came up with clever excuses to be around you, you never assumed he would like you any other way than as a friend. All that changes one night, when James finds your diary.

Warnings: Fluff and Kissing.

Author’s note: Hey lovelies, this was originally supposed to be a smutty fanfic but I decided to write the clean version first. If this does well, I’ll write the ‘spicy’ version 🤭. Comment if you want the other version and to be added to the tag list💌Happy reading <3

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with energy after a Quidditch match victory. James Potter, sweaty and exhilarated, looked more beautiful than usual. You watched him slip away from the crowd to grab a Butterbeer, joining you at the snack table.

“That was a nice save towards the end, Potter. I thought you were going to fall off your broom for a second.” You said.

“Fall off? Please, I had it completely under control. The dramatic dive was for effect. You know, to impress certain players” He smirked.

“Oh? And did it work?” You laughed.

“Depends… were you impressed?” He said, leaning in closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine, this is how James was. Friendly flirting until the other person was completely flustered. You should have gotten used to it by now, but you didn’t. You were anything but used to it.

“Maybe a little. But I was mostly impressed you didn’t hit your head again. That’d be, what, the third time this term?” You said, brushing him off.

“Ouch.” He groaned, dramatically clutching his chest.

The celebration continued till 1 am that night, at some point, you, James, Sirius, Marlene and Mary ended up in Sirius and James’ dorm.

“Right, it’s getting late. Me and Mary are gonna head back to our dorm, coming y/n?” Marlene asked.

“Yea. James, is it alright if I leave my bag here? I promise to take it first thing tomorrow.” You said, little did you know that was going to change your entire relationship with James Potter.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible migraine. Still, holding up your promise, you made your way to James’ dorm, half asleep, to collect your things.

“James?” You called, before entering the room.

“Come in.” He said from inside.

His hair was messier than usual, his face a mix of surprise and sleep. He was sitting on a chair with his legs on the bed, holding up a diary, grinning like he had just found gold.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. Your diary. How could you be so stupid? You had totally forgotten your diary was in your bag, but you didn’t expect him to go through your things.

“What the hell, James?” You said, anger edging in your voice.

You marched over to him, trying to snatch the diary away, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“James Fleamont Potter, you give that back right now!” You screamed.

James laughed, “Relax, I only read… like, two sentences. Three tops. One might’ve mentioned someone with ‘wild hair and a hopeless ego.’ Ring any bells?” He said coyly.

A red blush crept up your face and made its way to your neck.

“You. Are. Utterly. Unbelievable.” You spat.

“Oh, come on, it’s kind of flattering. You wrote about me! That’s practically a love letter in diary terms.” He joked.

“It is not! Now give it back!” You demanded.

“Nuh uh” he teased, childishly.

“I also called you ‘a walking disaster in Quidditch robes.’ Did you read that part?” You asked, annoyed.

“I knew you noticed my robes! You do like me.” James said, gasping dramatically.

“James” you groaned, getting more and more embarrassed now.

“Hey—don’t be embarrassed. If I had a diary, you’d be in it. Probably underlined. With little stars and everything.” He joked, stepping closer.

He handed you your diary back, his fingers brushing yours just a second longer than they needed to.

“I didn’t read anything else, promise.” He said.

“Thanks…” you whispered.

There was a pause, neither of you moved. The room was quiet, except for the crackle of the fireplace. You could hear James’ heartbeat, his breath and you could feel his closeness.

“You know…. I was half- hoping it was about me, when I found it.” His voice was quieter, as he took a small step closer.

Your eyes searched his, looking for truth.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I’ve been walking around pretending not to feel what I feel. And it’s exhausting, honestly. I’m James Potter—I’m not built for subtle.” He answered.

“That is definitely true.” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“So if you’re pretending too… I don’t know. Maybe we can stop. Just for a minute.” He pleaded, taking your palms in his.

He was so close now. Close enough for you to see the freckles under his eyes, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, close enough for you to smell his scent.

His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.

“Is it so terrible? Liking me?”

“No. It’s terrifying.” You admitted.

James’ hand slips up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your jaw, you lean into him instinctively. He closed the space between the two of you, placing a warm kiss on your lips. It was soft, but a little hesitant at first, like the both of you were trying to memorise this feeling. His lips move against yours gently, like a question being answered with every second you didn’t pull away.

You break apart, just barely, your foreheads rest together, and he’s smiling like he’s completely undone.

“Took you long enough.” You smiled, breathless.

“Oi—I was being respectful. Chivalrous. Noble Gryffindor and all that.” He countered.

“You read my diary, James.” You defended.

“And I’d do it again if it brought me here.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James Potter was charming, mischievous, captain of the quidditch team and very popular among the girls at Hogwarts. He had a certain talent for making his presence aware , a charisma that was unmatchable. You didn’t have many friends, no matter how hard you tried, people never seemed to acknowledge you. To put it quite plainly, you were the polar opposite of James. You spent years trying to push out and ignore any romantic feelings you had for him, because come on… there is no way he even knows you exist…. Right?

Warnings: Mild swearing and kissing/ making out.

Author’s Note: Hi my loves, this is part 1 of a mini series called- Gold rush. I will keep updating, as fast as I can. If you like my work, feel free to send in requests and leave comments 💌. Happy reading xx. Part 2 and Part 3 out now! (Comment to be added to the taglist)

The lively chatter of students filled the corridors. Golden light shone on the cold, aged walls. The air was heavy with the scent of old books, dust and a hint of magic. You made your way towards the dungeons, just in time for Potions class. You were fairly late; your usual spot was taken by another student. You scanned the classroom, looking for a vacant seat. Unfortunately, there was only one, at the very front of the class.

You settled in the empty seat, when you noticed the boy sitting next to you. His messy black hair was overgrown, and ruffled in a way that looked purposeful. His hazel eyes appeared large beneath his round glasses. James Potter was unreasonably attractive, that wasn’t a secret. You spent your first few years at Hogwarts trying to deny it, but it was of no use. You tried telling yourself his good looks didn’t make up for his arrogant and vexatious personality. He was insufferable.

You hated the way he paraded around the school, hands casually tucked in his pockets, increasing his voice by a few extra decibels whenever a pretty girl walked by. You hated the way he effortlessly drew attention to himself as soon as he walked into a room. And what you hated the most, was when he would catch your gaze lingering on him for a little too long.

“Good morning students. I will be assigning you your partners from now onwards. You will stick to these arrangements for the rest of the academic year.” Professor Slughorn announced, earning disappointed groans from the whole class.

“I have learned my lesson after the ‘incidents’ young Mr. Potter and Mr.Black have caused.” He continued, causing wide grins to spread across James and Sirius’ faces.

Slughorn spent most of the lesson reading out the pairs he had made. You were growing impatient, he hadn’t called out your name yet, maybe this was the perfect opportunity to finally make a new friend… and you know, make it last this time.

“Mr.Potter and Ms. Y/L/N” The professor called out.

You have got to be kidding me, you thought to yourself, a horrified look plastered across your face.

“Why that face, love? I don’t bite” James said turning towards you, then to Sirius and letting out a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and left class, saved by the bell.

The next day, you decided to spend your free time in the library and catch up on some homework. Immersed in your work, you almost didn’t notice the figure walking towards you.

“Feeling studious, are we?” James asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward.

“I was, until you came along.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, as you stared packing your things up.

“Wait, where are you going?” James asked.

“I’m sorry, is there something in particular you want from me?” You snapped.

“You’re my new potions partner aren’t you? I thought we could study for the upcoming test together.” He said cooly.

“Right… well, I’m y/n.” You said, extending your hand.

“You’re kidding right?” James asked, with an almost offended expression.

“Why would I be kidding about my name?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Bloody hell… I know who you are y/n!” James exclaimed. “Third year, Defence against the dark arts, fourth year transfiguration and history of magic and fifth year, divination and astronomy. Those are all the classes we had together, do you not remember?” James continued.

“Oh- um… yea, I guess.” You said, dumbfounded. You remembered. You obviously remembered. How could you forget? But the real question was, how in Merlin’s Name did James freaking Potter know who you were? Did you hit your head and fall into an alternate reality, where you were one of the bimbos he noticed?

It had been a week since that unforeseen encounter with James. He would wink at you during meals or purposefully walk too close to you in the corridors, just enough for your shoulders to brush. He would pretend like he didn’t notice you, but you could feel his stare penetrate when you weren’t looking.

The following night, you woke up in a cold sweat. Your stomach was churning with nausea; it must have been the puking pasties a girl named Marlene gave you.

You were in desperate need of fresh air. Careful not to wake your dorm mates, you slipped out of bed, not caring that you’re in your pyjamas and decided to take a stroll around the castle. You had to be really cautious to not get caught, you didn’t want your house to loose points. You made your way to the dungeons, as it had a lovely view of the black lake.

“Light them up before Filch comes!” A voice whispered.

“What if the Slytherins wake up!” A shrill voice filled with fear added.

“Leave if you must , Pete! But do not ruin this for the rest of us.” You could recognise that voice anywhere.

You peaked your head from the corner of a wall, spotting James and his group of friends, ‘the marauders’, they called themselves. How cheesy. They were in-front of the Slytherin common room, with what seemed to be dung bombs and fire crackers in their hands.

‘Bloody hell. They’re mental.’ You thought to yourself.

“Shit! Run!” One of the voices shouted.

The crackers exploded, creating loud sounds and a strong pungent smell. From a distance, you could see Filch running towards the mess. Suddenly, you felt someone grab you from behind. Before you could shout, their hand covered your mouth. You turned your head to see James signalling you to be quiet. He pulled you into a hidden corner as Filch scoured the surroundings, looking for the culprits behind the mess.

He released his hand from your mouth.

“What the hell! What are you guys doing! Have you absolutely lost your minds??!!” You whisper shouted.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you following me?To answer your question, no our minds are very much intact. Just a bit of sweet revenge on the Slytherins. Nothing special.” James smirked.

You noticed just how close the both of you were standing. You could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. You could see the soft curve of his lips and the slight flush in his cheeks. You could hear his heart racing.

He lifted his arm, gently brushing a strand of stray hair away from your face.

Whatever gap was there between the two of you, was closed by James. His lips crashed into yours with an intensity that set your skin on fire. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. All the years of pent up emotions you felt for James came rushing. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, the overwhelming force left you reeling.

“Prongs! Prongs, where are you?” A voice hissed.

“Shit.” James said, through clenched teeth.

“Prongs?” You asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“It’s Sirius. I’ve got to go. Will you be able to go back to your dorm on your own?” James questioned.

You nodded.

“Catch you later, y/n” He said, flashing you that famous James Potter smile.

That alone was enough to make your heart melt.

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

i did NOT expect snape to be winning what😭

WELL WE’VE STILL GOT 20 HOURS SO💪💪

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

I, yet again, need help finding a fic.

It’s a marauders fic and I read it a while ago.

It’s poly!marauders x reader where r gets so overstimulated she uses her safe word and vomits because of the overstimulation.

who i write for

Harry Potter Universe:

Golden Trio Era:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Enzo Berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Pansy Parkinson

Ginny Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver Wood

Marcus Flint

Terrence Higgs

Marauders Era:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

Regulus Black

Pandora Rosier

Evan Rosier

Barty Crouch Jr.

Dorcas Meadows

Marlene McKinnon

Molly Prewett

Arthur Weasley

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Black

Bellatrix Black

Rodolphus Lestrange

Rabastan Lestrange

Ted Tonks

Andromeda Black

Riddle Era:

Tom Riddle

Abraxas Malfoy

Eileen Prince

Tobias Snape

Orion Black

Walburga Black

Euphemia

Fleamont Potter

Riordanverse:

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Clarisse La Rue

Zoe Nightshade

Thalia Grace

Will Solace

Nico di Angelo

Silena Beauregard

Charles Beckendorf

Luke Castellan

Leo Valdez

Jason Grace

Piper McLean

Disney Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Ben

Jay

Carlos

Audrey

Chad

Uma

Harry Hook

Gil

Chloe

Red

Bridget

Ella

James Hook

Morgie

Uliana

Hades

Maleficent

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella and Sparrow)

Viktor Hargreeves

Sloane Hargreeves

Fei Hargreeves

Alphonso Hargreeves

Haikyuu:

All Characters

The School For Good and Evil

Sophie

Agnes

Tedros

Hort

Beatrix

Anadil

Chinen

Hester

Dot

Kiko

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya

Bakugo Katsuki

Kirishima Ejiro

Denki Kaminari

Sero Hanta

Mina Ashido

Iida Tenya

Ochako Uraraka

Momo Yaoyarozu

Shoto Todorki

Aizawa Shouta

Present Mic

Midnight

Endeavor

CBS Ghosts

Isaac Higgintoot

Nigel Chisum

Trevor

Hetty

Flower

Thorfinn

Stephanie

Pete

Formula 1

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

Carlos Sainz

Lewis Hamilton

George Russell

Lance Stroll

Yuki Tsunoda

Alex Albon

Daniel Ricciardo

Pierre Gasly

Oliver Bearman

Fernando Alonso

Mark Webber

Jenson Button

Kimi Raikonnen

Hellaverse

Blitz

Millie and Moxxie (will not write for them separately)

Loona

Octavia

Stolas

Stolitz

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Fizzmodeus

Mammon

Satan

Vassago

Andrealphus

Striker

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie

Angel Dust

Alastor (no smut, he is ace)

Husk

Huskerdust

Lucifer Morningstar

Adam

Valentino

Vox

Velvette

The Vees (poly)

Zestial

Rosie

Sir Pentious

Saint Peter

Sirius Oneshot - It's the Inside that Counts

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

Reader's Relations: Newt’s granddaughter (don’t ask how this works, I just wanted it to be a thing in this oneshot, because he’s best boy and it kind of works)

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Bullying

Other notes: The reader is slightly chubby in this. Also in this, your parents died when you were young, so you live with Newt and Tina.

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“Really? You honestly thought I’d want to date you when you look like that?” I tried to hold back the tears as my, now, ex-boyfriend kicked me to the curb metaphorically, continuing to say hurtful words, another girl hanging onto his arm, “You’re dumber than I thought. I was just using you because of your family.” And with that, he walked off, the girl following next to him, laughing. I sighed and stood up trying not to let the tears fall as I made my way back up to the common room. When I got up to my dorm, I sat down on my bed and sighed, taking my robe off so I was more comfortable, and laid down on my stomach, finally letting the tears fall.

That was when I started to hear small squeaks and I felt a small weight on my head. I let out a small giggle and lifted my hand, allowing the bowtruckle to step on before I brought my hand to my face, “Hello there. Did you stow away in my robes?” The small green creature looked down refusing to make eye contact and I giggled, “At least you’ve been found, Pickett.” I sighed, placed him down on my pillow and wiped my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing as I reached into my bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. I immediately started writing to my grandfather to let him know that Pickett was safe and hadn’t been stolen/harmed. Once I was done, I folded it up and let Pickett up on my shoulder before leaving the dorm, and heading up to the owlery.

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

“Owlery,” I replied in a monotone voice, refusing to look at Jen as I knew how observant she was and that she’d be able to tell I’d been crying from my face if she hadn’t by my tone of voice, “You’ve been crying. You can tell me what’s up, you know that, right?” I nodded, “Thank you, but it doesn’t matter. Now can I continue up to the owlery please?” She narrowed her eyes and let me go causing me to sigh in relief. I really didn’t want her to find out that William had broken up with me as I knew she’d tell the Marauders because of how protective they were of me. They didn’t need to be, it wasn’t like I was related to any of them, they just decided they were going to protect me for some reason. Once I’d sent the letter off to my grandparents, I walked outside and sat down by a tree by the Black Lake as it was just after dinner and curfew wasn’t for a few more hours and the outside air helped me to think better.

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“It was hilarious! You should have been there Prongs, his face was priceless.”

“Mate, shh. Is that.. Look it is! Where’s (Y/n) though?”

I looked up from my food to see William walking into the Great Hall, a random Slytherin hanging onto his arm looking as sneaky as ever.

“I swear to Godric if that git broke up with her, I’ll have is head.”

“Pads, calm down we know you like her.”

“Oh shut it, Prongs, you’d be the same if someone had done the same to your precious Lily” I retorted. Before James could reply, I felt a presence next to me and I looked up to see Bella.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” I asked, curious as to where she was as she and Bella were normally inseparable, but Bella just shook her head, “Sorry, Sirius. I haven’t seen her since Transfiguration ended, but if I see her this evening, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Moony?”

“Just, give me a minute.”

Without another word, he spun around in his seat to face the Hufflepuff table, directly where Jen was sitting, “Jen, have you seen (Y/n)?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I saw her going up to the owlery before dinner. She looked like she’d been crying but refused to tell me why. If she’s not in her dorm or the common room, then I don’t know. Wait a minute, why didn’t you guys just use that map of yours? Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about it.”

Moony thanked her and turned around as we all banged our heads on the table, “Why didn’t we think of the map? When we get back up we’re checking that map and finding where she is.”

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“Alright Pickett, you can sit on my head,” I muttered as the bowtruckle refused to go back in my pocket, “But you’ve got to hide when I go back inside, “Okay?”

Pickett just stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry, “I thought you were taught not to do that. If you’re discovered, then it’ll mean bad news for me. Please, work with me-”

“(Y/n)?”

At the sound of my name, I quickly took Pickett off my head, hiding him behind my back and turned to the person, “Oh, Sirius, hey, what are you doing out here?”

“I wanted to talk, have you been crying?” he asked, reaching out and taking my hand in his, which I didn’t reject, surprising him as every other time he’d tried to make physical contact with me, I’d pushed him away. I sighed and nodded, releasing my grip on Pickett before placing him back on my head and wiping my eyes with my now free hand, “Y-yeah. Promise not to tell anyone else?” Sirius nodded and I took a deep breath, “William broke up with me. Told me he was just using me because of my family and that ‘no one would want to date someone who looked like me’. He then called me fat, along with a load of other hurtful stuff and then walked off,” I spoke, the tears coming back to my eyes again, this time I just let them fall, only stopping when I felt Sirius wiping them, “(Y/n), please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry, it makes me cry when you’re upset and don’t believe anything that jerk says, you’re perfect the way you are.”

“He’s right though, Sirius. No one would want to date me, I am fat-” I was cut off when he placed a finger to my lips, “Do not say that about yourself in my presence. You are not fat, (Y/n). You are perfect, and I know one person who would want to date you.”

“W-who?” I asked, looking up at him. Instead of replying, he took my cheek in his hand and bent down to my level, kissing me, “Me.” I felt my face turn bright red and I blinked, bringing my hand up to my lips once he’d stepped back a little, “Y-you? You’d want to date me?”

“I-if you wanted to date me back, then yeah. I’ve been in love with you since 3rd year, (Y/n). You know how Prongs used to go on and on about Lily before she finally gave in and started dating him?” I nodded and Sirius continued, “Well, Moony told me I was the exact same with you. Apparently, I wouldn’t shut up about you and complain about that git of a boyfriend you had whenever I could. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a nose to go and break.”

I giggled and grabbed his hand before he got too far from me, “I-if you’re serious that you’d want to date me, honestly, I’d be lucky to be the one to have grabbed your attention. I like you too, Sirius.”

That stopped him in his tracks, and he turned back towards me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me again, “I would be the lucky one, (Y/n). I love you so much.”

“I-I love you too, Sirius. Are you sure I’m not too chubby for you to date?”

He shook his head, “No. You are perfect the way you are, how many times do I have to say it? It’s what’s on the inside that counts, not what you look like. I love you for the way you act and your personality, not what you look like.” At that moment Pickett jumped off my head and onto Sirius’ hand, causing me to smile, “It looks like Pickett approves, please don’t tell any of our professors he’s here. Honestly, he stowed away on my robes, or well, in my clothes in general.”

“I won’t don’t worry, (Y/n). I’d never do anything to get you into trouble.”

“Thank you. I love you, Sirius.”

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Hehe, more Sirius fluff.

Wolfstar x Reader Oneshot - Extreme Truth or Dare

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)/Golden Trio Era (OOTP)

Reader's Relations: None

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: It gets a bit steamy, but it’s not fully written smut

Other notes: Also, the first bit takes place in February of 7th Year, for plot reasons. Also in this Sirius doesn’t die

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“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not a child.”

“Neither are we. It’s just a game, (Y/n), why won’t you play with us?”

I rolled my eyes and closed the book I was reading, “Let me rephrase that sentence. I do not act like a child. Truth or Dare is a game that first and second years play not seventh years. You boys need to grow up!”

“But it’s fun!” James protested, leaning over the back of the sofa I was sitting on to whisper in my ear, “Plus you might get a chance to confess your crush.”

“Shut it you git!” I retorted, throwing a nearby cushion at his head. How he knew I had a crush on one of his best friends, I had no idea, “If you boys promise to behave, and by that, I mean no inappropriate questions, I’ll play.”

“Awesome! Best person ever!” Sirius shouted, running over and hugging me, “You’re my favourite person, (Y/n)!”

“T-thank you,” I replied, feeling my face heat up.

“Right! I’ll go first, (Y/n), truth or dare?”

I rolled my eyes sighing, “Dare. I am not giving you a chance to ask me that question I know you want to ask me.”

“Fine, be like that, but I dare you to sit on Padfoot’s lap for the rest of the game,” James responded, smirking. I felt my face heat up as I turned to Sirius, “I-is that okay with you?” Sirius nodded turning away from me and I walked over to him sitting down on his lap, shifting a bit.

“Stop that, (Y/n).”

“I’m trying to get comfortable! It’s not my fault you’re an uncomfortable chair.”

“I’m sure there’s one part of him you’d love to sit on though, right, (Y/n)?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows. My face went bright red, knowing exactly what he was hinting at and threw another red and yellow cushion at him, “Shut up! So my turn now… Remus, truth or dare?”

He thought for a moment before speaking, “Dare.”

This put a smirk on my face, “Next time you see Jen, ask her out. I know you like her.” Remus’ face turned red and I chuckled, “And I’m right.” Before Remus had a chance to recover, the portrait hole opened and in came Lily, Jen following behind her, the two of them holding a couple of pieces of parchment each. The smirk on my face grew and I turned to them, “Jen! Come over here for a minute please!”

The Hufflepuff turned to face me and placed her books down on a nearby table before walking over, “Yeah?” I just looked at Remus and nodded, causing him to get fidgety, “Do I have to do this in the middle of the common room?”

I nodded, “Gotta make sure you do it, Rem.”

He sighed and stood up, “Fine, but I’ll get you back for this. Jen, listen, whatever you say, I won’t be upset or annoyed, but I really like you, and I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date?” I could see his face was bright red as Jen stared at him, blinking, “Oh. I actually had no idea. I’m sorry, Remus but-”

“JEN!”

Before we knew it, Charlotte had ran up and hugged Jen from behind, “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“I was dragged, Lottie. Would you mind giving me my personal space for a few minutes?”

Charlotte nodded and unwrapped her arms from Jen’s waist, “Yeah! I’ll be up in my dorm, you better come and talk once you’re done with whatever it is you’re doing with these guys,” she spoke, quickly pecking Jen on the cheek before running back upstairs to her dorm room.

“As I was saying, I’m sorry, Remus, but I’m already taken.”

I could almost see Remus’ heart break at hearing that, but he did his best to compose himself, “Oh, right. That’s okay. Sorry to bother you, I just thought I’d tell you.”

I knew Jen didn’t want to hurt his feelings and I could tell she felt bad as she turned and walked up the stairs to the girls’ dorms, I started to feel bad too as I’d been the one to dare Remus to confess, but before anyone else could say anything, Remus had turned to me, “How could you?! Are you trying to embarrass me?!”

“Remus, I didn’t know she was dating someone. Seriously. I had no idea!” I shouted, standing up from Sirius’ lap to face him.

“You still dared me to tell her I liked her! This is your fault, (Y/n)! I HATE YOU!”

I gasped at his outburst, feeling tears come to my eyes due to my crush on him. Thankfully, James didn’t know that as he’d be teasing me about liking both him and Sirius if he knew. Remus walked closer to me, anger in his eyes, but before he could get too close, Sirius stood up and stood in front of me, “Moony, stay away from my girlfriend!” he shouted, blocking me from Remus.

“Sirius. Move.”

“No. I won’t let you hurt her! None of us knew Jen was dating Charlotte, if we did we would have told (Y/n) to change the dare! None of us would purposely do anything to make you upset, don’t you know that?! We’re the ones that became animagi to help you! We’d sacrifice anything for you, Moony!”

At this, Remus took a step back, “I-I’m sorry, (Y/n). I have to reason to be mad at you if you say you didn’t know, then I believe you.”

I smiled, “It’s okay Remus. Now, back to the topic at hand, Sirius, did you call me your girlfriend?”

Sirius’ face turned red and he started stuttering, “Um.. well, I-... yes. I’m sorry, I like you, but I know you like-” I shut him up by leaning up and kissing him, surprising him.

“You.”

“M-me?! But I thought you like M-”

“It’s always been you, Sirius,” I replied, quickly, trying to make him shut up, knowing that James had probably told him I liked Remus, “Okay! Back to the game,” I continued, as Sirius sat back down on the sofa, pulling me back on his lap, “Now you’ve got to stay there.” I blinked a few times and nodded, still slightly confused at what he meant, but Remus brought me back to reality, “Sirius, truth or dare?”

“Um, Dare.”

“Okay… Kiss (Y/n).”

I could see there was something inside Remus that didn’t want him to dare Sirius to kiss me, but I put it down to him still being slightly mad at me. I could feel Sirius shifting under me and he sat up properly, me still on his lap as he leaned over my shoulder, “(Y/n), you’re going to have to help me, here.” I giggled, thinking of something and turned around, straddling him and allowing him to kiss me as he placed his hands on my hips, keeping me where I was, slightly pressing me down, before giving me a pleading look, and that’s when I realised the second meaning to his statement of me needing to help him.

“Alright! I said kiss not make out! You don’t need to show off that you have a girlfriend, Sirius.”

I giggled at Remus’ attitude, knowing he was annoyed at being the only single one out of him and his friends as James had finally succeeded in getting Lily to go on a date with him and broke off from Sirius, “Actually, I’m getting tired, I’m going to head to bed.”

“(Y/n)! Don’t leave me,” Sirius pleaded and I leaned into his ear, “Then state that you want to cuddle with me and pull me up to your dorm, and I’ll help you with your… issue.” His face lit up and he nodded, as I leaned back.

“(Y/n), I want to cuddle. You know, like in a fluffy way. Come sleep with me!”

I giggled and nodded, “If you say so, Sirius.” before standing up, Sirius did the same as he quickly pulled me up to the dorm he shared with James and Remus, and I was soon pushed down on his bed, with Sirius nipping at my neck.

“(Y/n), are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to fuck up our relationship on the first day of us being together.”

“Merlin yes. Honestly, I’ve fantasised about you fucking me, Sirius. You’re so hot, and I understand why girls are always hanging off you.”

“Good,” he muttered before kissing me again.

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“I’m sorry. We’re moving to France, Sirius. There’s nothing I can do about it. My parents are forcing me and they don’t care about the face that we’re dating, they’re forcing me to stop contacting you, and won’t even tell me where, so it’s not like I can tell you the address of our new house and then have you write to me first. Also, they’re taking Snowy away from me, well, in the sense that she’s not allowed in my room anymore, and only they have the key to her cage so I can’t write to you, and you know I’m not good with the muggle postal syste-”

“(Y/n), shh. You’re ranting.”

“Sorry. I just do that when I’m nervous or upset. I know my parents never approved of you but I would have thought they could have put their hatred for you aside for my happiness, but I guess not. Normally in this situation, I’d say I’ll keep in touch, but I can’t. Please don’t forget me.”

“I won’t. I love you so much, (Y/n). I will never forget you.”

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A few years later, I had been sitting in the living room, reading a book when my mother came in, a letter in her hands, “(Y/n). You have muggle post.”

“Thank you,” I replied as she handed it to me. I smiled, recognising the handwriting on the envelope, how Remus knew our new address, I had no idea, but due to the fact that my parents had been friends with the Potters, I guessed she’d told them, who had then told James who had told Remus, but I put the thoughts to the back of my head and opened the letter;

“Dear (Y/n),

I never thought I’d be writing this letter, didn’t think I’d ever have to, but, James and Lily’s position was given away to Voldemort and they’re both dead. Harry managed to survive, somehow, but it’s worse because Sirius is the one who’s been blamed for it. He caused an explosion killing a load of muggles as well as Peter. All that was left of him was a finger. Sirius has now been locked up in Azkaban, and we’re having a funeral for James and Lily in a few weeks. Do let me know if your parents will let you attend.

Your Dearest friend,

Remus.”

I gasped, feeling the tears come to my eyes at reading it. I didn’t believe that Sirius would betray James and Lily and just let the tears fall.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?”

“Two of my best friends are dead. I wish we’d never come to France. That was Remus writing, he said they’re having a funeral for James and Lily in a few weeks.”

“If you want to go, I understand. I’ll look after Bella for you.”

“Really?”

My mother nodded, “Yes. I know they were your friends, and I shouldn’t have forced you to come here.”

“T-thank you.”

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I cried, placing my head on Remus’ shoulder and crying into his shoulder. I soon felt him wrap his arms around me, rubbing softly at my back, trying to comfort me. After I came back to Britain for James and Lily’s funeral, my mother said that I could stay if I wanted to, which is what I wanted, and a few weeks later, my mother came over with Bella and more of my and Bella’s stuff. Due to my parents moving to France, they’d sold the family home, meaning I didn’t have anywhere to live, but I ended up moving in with Remus after he bonded so well with Bella, and despite him being nervous about hurting her when he transformed, he got along well with her, so much to the point where Bella believed he was her father.

“Mummy, why do I have to go away every month?” she asked one time when I was helping her pack her stuff up for a few nights.

“Do you not like getting to stay at Jen and Lottie’s house, Bella?” I replied, as I placed her toothbrush in her bag.

“No! I like staying with them, it’s fun, I just want to know why.”

Before I could answer, the doorbell rang and I breathed a sigh of relief as I ushered Bella downstairs, opening the door to reveal Jen, “Thank you. You came at the perfect time. Thank you so much. She was getting curious about why she had to leave the house every month.”

“Are you ever going to tell her?”

“Tell her what, Jen? I don’t know what you mean.”

“That Remus isn’t her father? Are you ever going to tell her that?”

“Oh… Well does it actually matter? It’s not like she’s going to get to meet her biological father. Don’t you dare tell her. Remus is the closet thing to a father Bella will have, and you know why.”

“I know, but I happen to have overheard your last conversation with Sirius before you moved to France, you made him promise not to forget you, but are you really doing to forget him?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Jen. Remus is just being a good friend.”

“That you happen to fancy,” she teased, giving me a small poke in the shoulder.

“Shut it, I don’t and you know that!”

“What I know is that you like him! You’ve been telling me that he’s bonded so well with Bella that she believes he’s her father, so make it happen! Tell Remus you like him and boom, step-father!”

“Wait… weren’t you the one telling me to not forget Sirius?” I questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Well… Oh look at that, there’s my favourite little bean!” Jen exclaimed and I turned around, seeing Bella walking down the stairs, “I forgot Mr Fluffykins!” She spoke, walking down the last few stairs carefully, “He’s so fluffy!” I giggled patting her head, “Are you ready to go now?” She nodded and I handed Jen her bag for the few nights, knowing Remus probably wouldn’t be able to leave his bed the day after the full moon and that I’d have to tend to his fresh scars, which I didn’t mind doing. Jen was right, I did love him. Once Jen had left with Bella I closed the door and sighed, but I was disturbed from my peace, “(Y/n)?” I looked up to see Remus standing in front of me, a questioning look on his face, “Did I head Jen correctly there? Do you like me?”

“This isn’t the right time to talk about it, Remus.”

“That’s a yes then. I know that when you’re faced with difficult questions, you try and avoid the question. You can tell me the truth.”

I sighed, “Fine, yes. I like you. Please don’t b-” I was cut off when he took my hand in his scarred one and pulled me closer. “Good,” he muttered before kissing me. I was completely caught off guard but soon melted into it, wrapping my arms around his neck. I had taken the chance to be happy, knowing that I wouldn’t see Sirius again and that Bella deserved to have a father in her life, and better it was someone she had a close bond with, and believed already was her father.

“I have loved you for so long, (Y/n). You don’t know how long. It hurt when I saw you and Sirius-”

“Rem, please don’t mention his name. What’s in the past is in the past.”

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“You can’t keep her hidden forever, (Y/n).”

“She’s my daughter. Sirius has no right to see her. Where’s he been for the last sixteen years?”

“To be fair, he didn’t know she existed, (Y/n)! He was locked up in Azkaban for thirteen of them, and you weren’t allowed to contact him for the other three!”

“What are you talking about?”

I froze and turned around from the conversation I was having with Molly and Remus to see Bella standing in the doorway, a confused look on her face. I sighed and started to play with the ring on my finger, biting my lip, “I-It’s not important, Honey. Please just go back upstairs.”

“She has the right to know, (Y/n). Just tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Bella asked again, refusing to move, “Tell me, Mum. Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

I sighed again, “I’m sorry, Bella, but yes. I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Molly gave me a small smile and walked out, leaving me in the dining room with Bella and Remus, who placed a hand on my waist, “You’ve got this. She’ll still love you, don’t worry.”

“Right. Bella, I’m sorry, but I have been lying to you. The truth is-”

“I’m not your biological father, Bella,” Remus interjected, causing the sixteen-year-old to blink, “What? But who is then?”

“I’m interested too, (Y/n). Who is Bella’s father if it isn’t Moony?”

I sighed again, before turning to Bella, “Could you go upstairs for a few minutes, Bella? I’ll come and get you when it’s time to go.” She nodded and hugged me before walking off upstairs. I took a deep breath and turned my attention back to Sirius, “Who do you think? Who else would be her father for her to be seventeen? For her to be sixteen, she’d have to have been born in 1978, meaning…”

“She’s mine?”

“Yes, you’re her father, Sirius. Happened the night we first got together. Remember that Truth or Dare game?”

His face made an ‘oh’ shape and he nodded, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Sirius, drop it. It doesn’t matter now.”

“Why? How would you feel if your girlfriend didn’t tell you she was pregnant and you didn’t find out you have a child until they were seventeen?!” Sirius shouted at Remus, who just placed a hand around me comfortingly as I’d started to breathe heavily and was struggling to concentrate, “Sirius, for God's sake, be quiet. You’re stressing (Y/n), who might I add is my wife, out.”

Sirius’ eyes widened and he turned to me, “How could you? So you make me promise not to forget you and then you go and marry my best friend?!”

“Sirius, the circumstances were different! I didn’t know James and Lily were going to be killed and that you were going to be sent to Azkaban! Remus was there for me when you couldn’t be. Now if you don’t mind, I need to be alone for a while,” I replied going to walk towards the door, but I was pulled back and lips were planted on mine. When I realised it wasn’t Remus, I pushed away, “Sirius! Stop!”

“I know you still love me, (Y/n)!”

“Whether I do or not, does not give you the right to kiss me without permission! Especially when I am married now!”

“Oh come on! So all that time we spent together is now out of the window?”

“We were together for 5 months before I moved away, Sirius. I’ve been with Remus for almost as long as Bella’s been alive, speaking off, we should be off. I’ll go and get her,” I replied, kissing Remus quickly before walking out of the room and upstairs to find Bella.

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“(Y/n), can you be truthful with me, please? Do you still love Sirius?”

I sighed and looked up at Remus, “Why?”

“Just answer the question, please. Do you still love him?”

“Rem, where’s this come from? I’ve told you before you are enough for me. I can deal with the werewolf thing.”

“Do you still love him!? Tell me.”

I gulped and took a deep breath before nodding, “Yes.”

“Then go to him.”

“Rem, don’t say that. Please. I love you!”

“You can’t love both of us, (Y/n)! I know you only married me for Bella’s sake.”

“I did not marry you for Bella’s sake, Rem. I love you. When we were in school, I had an incredibly hard time dealing with my feelings because my heart was telling me I was in love with both you and Sirius. It was you first and when I found out that you liked Jen, my heart also started to feel things for Sirius, but I still liked you, and I still love both of you.”

Remus’ eyes just widened as he tried to process what I’d said before he nodded, wrapping his arms around me, “Oh. Well, in that case, I should be honest with you. When we were in school, I had a small crush on Sirius too.”

This time it was my turn for my eyes to widen and I smiled, “Aww. Thank you for being honest with me, Remus.”

Before anything else could be said, there was a knock at the door. I detangled myself from Remus and walked to the door, being surprised when Sirius was the one standing there, “Hello.”

“Sirius? What brings you here?” I asked, letting him in. After he was inside, I closed the door and we walked into the living room, “Hey, Rem, look who turned up.”

I noticed Remus freeze up slightly, but he greeted Sirius nonetheless. Sirius then turned to me, “Oh yeah, I wanted to apologise for getting angry and defensive. It was not right for me to believe you still liked me after having seventeen years of no contact. I’m also sorry for kissing you without permission, especially when you’re married.”

I smiled something that surprised him, before hugging him, “Thank you for the apology, Sirius. Although, it doesn’t make the kiss ‘alright’, but I understand that you still love me… and honestly, I still love you too.” His eyes widened and he looked at Remus, fear written all over his face, but Remus just walked over and hugged him, causing a slight blush to take over both their faces, confirming my theory.

“Sirius, I’m going to ask you something, and you need to be 100% honest. Can you do that?”

He nodded and I could see he was nervous, wondering what I was going to ask. I smiled, “Have you ever had/do you have any form of romantic feelings towards Remus?”

Both their eyes widened and Sirius’ face turned bright red as he looked away from me, nodding slowly, “Y-yes.”

“Well, I have an idea. One that will make all of us happy. How would you two feel about a poly relationship?” They both looked at each other before turning to me and each of them kissing one of my cheeks, “That’s a brilliant idea.”

“I think so too.”

I smiled, “Great.”

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I smiled as the three of us stood on Platform 9¾ as the train came in. I stood in the middle of Remus and Sirius, both of them with an arm around my waist, as we waited for Bella to get off the train. She soon spotted us and ran over with her stuff, Harry following behind her. Once she got closer, Bella stopped, blinking at the situation in front of her, “Mum? What’s going on?” she asked, noticing Sirius’ hand wrapped around my waist.

“Right. I forgot to mention it in my last letter, but you’re going to have two fathers from now on.”

She just looked at me blankly, completely confused, “What?”

I giggled and ruffled her hair, “To put it simply. During the past few months, I realised I was still in love with your biological father, as well as your stepfather, and the three of us came to the conclusion we were all in love with each other, so we’re all dating each other. Do you mind that, Bella?”

Instead of her being mad, like I expected, she just smiled and hugged me, “I’m happy for you, Mum!”

I returned the smile and hug, “Glad to hear that, Bella.”

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So… this is over 4000 words…..

Sirius and Remus Oneshot - Never Have I Ever

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Smut

Timing: Marauder’s Era (Takes place before the summer of their 6th year, ik this contradicts the first part, but pretend that’s 6th year)

Reader's Relations: Remus/Sirius’ girlfriend (cause WolfStar)

Reader’s House: Hufflepuff

Warnings: Smut, Dom! Reader, Sub! Remus, Switch! Sirius

Other notes: This is part two of ‘Flirting Gets You Nowhere… Or Does It?’ I’ve had this idea for a while, but with the smut bit, I wasn’t too keen on writing it, but I want to write smut, I’m happy to, but not too good, and out of practice, this is also my first time writing a threesome so… you can skip over the smut, it’s marked where it starts (: also a small context that wasn’t necessary for the first part, but you come from a pure-blooded family, who don’t take lightly to half-bloods/muggle-borns

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“Look what I got! Now who wants to play ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

I lifted my head from its previous position of resting on Remus’ shoulder, Sirius leaning on Remus’ other side, and started James directly in the eye, “Why? That’s a game that 1st and 2nd years play. I thought you’d grown up, but clearly not.”

“Oh come on, (Y/n)! It’ll be fun. Plus it’s nearly the Summer Holidays!”

“I’m in!” Sirius responded, lifting his head too, “If it involves free alcohol, I’m in!”

I rolled my eyes and turned to Remus, “Remind me how we both fell in love with him again?” Remus chuckled and pecked my forehead, “I don’t know, I ask myself that quite often.”

“Hey! You know you love me!” Sirius squeaked, falling off the sofa, causing me to giggle as James walked over, “So, are we playing this game or did I just steal this firewhiskey for no reason?”

“Fine,” I replied sitting up properly.

“Awesome! So how this will work is if you’ve done the thing you have to take a shot.”

“We know how to play, James, just get on with it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine, Little Miss Perfect Hufflepuff! Never have I ever…. Had two boyfriends.”

I narrowed my eyes at him before taking one of the shot glasses and downing it, “You better not target me the whole game.”

“No promises….”

I sighed, a smirk appearing, “So we’re playing it like that? Very well, never have I ever NOT dated a werewolf.” James’ face paled and his eyes widened as he reached for one of the glasses, causing my smirk to increase, “See, you don’t it either do you? Remus, it’s your turn.” Remus nodded, after putting his own glass down, “What? I can’t very well date myself, can I?” I let out a giggle, “You’re right, just say something.”

“Never have I ever… been an animagus,” Remus replied, smirking, causing me, Sirius and James to reach for a glass.

“My turn! Never have I ever… not been in love with the Amazing Sirius Black!”

I giggled as James took another shot, me petting Sirius on the head, “Good one.”

“Never have I ever…been sorted into Hufflepuff.” I glared at James, taking a shot while maintaining eye contact with him.

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The game continued with me and James getting increasingly drunk, the two of us targetting each other, Sirius rather tipsy, and Remus only having to take a couple of shots, so he was still pretty sober.

“Never have I ever… been caught making out while I’m supposed to be having a Head Boy and Head Girl meeting.”

“(Y/n)! You’re targeting me!” James slurred, reaching for another shot glass, now completely drunk.

“It’s your own fault!”

“Never have I *hic* ever fantasised about having a threesome.”

I felt my face heat up and I reached for a glass, waiting to hear or see the response of my boyfriends.

“You know… we could make that fantasy a reality, (Y/n),” Sirius whispered in my ear, causing my face to turn redder than it already was. I soon snapped out of my embarrassment and turned to him, “Oh yeah? Cause you’re really drunk right now, Siri…”

“And you’re really sexy, (Y/n)...” he replied.

“You two need to stop being all over each other, seriously.”

“Hey, Remmy, don’t you want a piece?” I asked leaning over and getting in his face, “I know you want to… I have an idea… never have I ever dated a Hufflepuff.” Remus rolled his eyes and leaned over for a shot, and I saw Sirius doing the same, causing me to giggle. For a few more rounds, I and Sirius continued to target Remus until he turned to me, “Get up in our dorm, now.”

I smirked, knowing he was now wholly drunk and stood up, kissing him and walked up to their dorm, hearing Remus say one thing to James, “You’re sleeping down here tonight… unless you don’t want to sleep.”

SMUT STARTS HERE

Once I’d made it to their dorm, I laid down on Remus’s bed, somehow remembering which it was,  due to the chocolate resting on his nightstand. I smirked to myself, hearing Remus and Sirius making their way up the stairs and taking off my uniform, leaving myself in my bra, pants and socks. The two boys eventually came into the room and their jaws dropped when they saw me, “Hello, want to take a piece of this?”

Sirius was on me in a minute, kissing me and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel him growing hard, and I let out a moan as I brought my hand down, rubbing him through his trousers, causing him to let out a groan. I heard a whine and looked up from Sirius, who was now massaging my breasts through my bra to see Remus standing with a tent forming in his trousers too.

“Come over here Rem, and take your trousers off.” he did so and walked over. Once he was in reaching distance I took his hard cock in my hand, rubbing it causing him to let out a moan. I quickly picked my wand up from the floor and put a silencing charm, as well as a lock charm on the door to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted, before taking Remus in my mouth, dropping my wand to the floor. I drew my attention back to Sirius when he pulled my pants off, and I felt him licking my cunt. I let out a moan and tried to concentrate on Remus’ pleasure, his cock still in my mouth as Sirius continued to eat me out. I soon came from Sirius licking me and removed my mouth from Remus, who’d had more pleasure due to my moans around him, “Don’t worry, you’ll get to cum soon.”

I turned back to Sirius, “Strip. Now.” His eyes widened but he complied, taking off his clothes one by one, starting with his jumper and shirt before moving to his trousers. While he was doing this, I instructed Remus to lie down on his bed, which he did. I crawled over and sat on his lap, slowly going down on his cock, loud moans coming from both of us. I heard a whimper and turned to see that Sirius had now stripped completely and beckoned him over, petting his head, “Good boy. Remus, lean over and suck him off while I ride you.” Remus obeyed immediately, leaning over and taking Sirius in his mouth, sucking on him. The sight as well as the pleasure, as Sirius had now leaned over and was rubbing my clit, was enough to put me over the edge and I came, releasing around Remus, him also cumming.

“Swap positions. Mummy wants you to fuck her, Siri.” Sirius’ face went pink as I moved off Remus, kneeling on Remus’ bed on all fours, my ass facing towards Sirius. He placed his hands on my butt before inserting himself into me hard. I let out a loud moan, “Rem, come here.” Remus adjusted his position and I started to suck him off again, noticing he was still hard. I soon felt Sirius’ thrusts beginning to get sloppy and I could tell he was going to cum, “Cum inside me, Siri, please!” I soon felt him cum in me before feeling Remus release into my mouth, me cumming again around Sirius. I moved my head from Remus and the two boys helped me lie down in bed.

—-----------------------SMUT OVER

A weeks days later, a few days before the end of the school year, I ended up having to go to the Hospital Wing due to the fact I was sick in the mornings and I’d been feeling a lot more tired.

“What’s wrong with me Madame Pomfrey?” I asked nervously lying on one of the beds in the hospital wing.

She didn’t answer, instead, she turned to Lily who was just leaving the Hospital Wing, after what I guessed was visiting a friend, “Ahh, good timing, Miss Evans, could you please ask Mr Black and Mr Lupin to come here?” Lily nodded, muttering an, “Of course,” as she dashed out of the Hospital Wing. I turned back to Madame Pomfrey, “Can’t you tell me what it is before Remus and Sirius get here?” Madame Pomfrey sighed and came closer to me, “Miss (L/n), may I ask you a few personal questions?” I nodded, “If it will help you to work out what is wrong with me, yes.”

“I have a prediction already. I just want to clarify. May I ask, have you been ‘intimate’ with either of your boyfriends recently?” I felt my face flush a bit and nodded shyly, “Please don’t tell any of my professors! I swear it was-”

“I’m not going to say anything, whatever you tell me will stay between us and your boyfriends. Secondly, when was the last time you had your period?”

Again, I felt my face flush a bit, “A-about 5 weeks ago.”

“I see, well that confirms my suspicions. You’re-”

“WHERE’S (Y/N)?! WHERE IS SHE?!” I hear Sirius shout as he ran into the Hospital Wing, Remus following behind him. The two spotted me and ran over, “Madame Pomfrey, what’s wrong with our girlfriend!?” Sirius asked in a panic.

“I hope you two are ready to be fathers. It seems Miss (L/n) is pregnant.”

Remus and Sirius looked at each other before turning to me, “Are you?”

Before I could reply, Madame Pomfrey had spoken again, “I’ll leave you three to discuss this. Miss (L/n), I know what I said before, but I will have to inform Professor Dumbledore about this… development.”

I nodded, “Okay.” She smiled at me and left, leaving me with my two boyfriends, Remus speaking first, “D-do you remember when... Y’know?” I knew what he was referring to and nodded, “Y-yeah, well I have my predictions. Remember when James forced us to play Never Have I Ever? Well, we all got pretty drunk and you both ended up fucking me. I think that due to the hangovers the next morning, we forgot to do anything that would stop me from having a child inside me…”

The two of them looked at each other again and then walked over to the bed, the two of them perching on a side each, “Y-you want to keep it? The baby I mean?” I nodded slowly, “Yeah, it’s not fair to kill the little one when they haven’t even been born yet. You two want to be fathers?” They both nodded immediately, “Of course, we’ll support your decision, (Y/n). You’re our girlfriend.”

“Miss (L/n).”

I looked up to see Professor Dumbledore standing a few metres away, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout standing behind him, the latter two being there I guessed due to being our Heads of Houses.

“Yes?”

“Madame Pomfrey has informed us of your situation. While I cannot state that I’m not disappointed that this has happened I would like to say that if you decide to keep the baby, then your professors will be informed in case you have to leave classes or anything.”

I nodded, “T-thank you, I already decided that I want to keep the baby.”

“In that case, just remember, me and the rest of your professors are here if you need anything. If you start showing before the end of term, we can arrange for you to go home early, how will your parents take this?”

“They’re not going to like this… To be honest. They’ve already pretty much disowned me for having both two boyfriends and, no offence to you Rem, but one of them being a half-blood.”

“If you need somewhere to stay, my parents would happily look after you, (Y/n).” I hadn’t even noticed James was in the room too, “They know how your parents are, and I’m sure they wouldn’t turn you away. I mean, if they let Sirius stay with us for all of the holidays, I’m sure they’d let you stay. I mean, this is my fault anyway, it was my idea to play that game.”

I smiled, “Thanks, James, and yeah, this is your fault! You were the one that brought the alcohol.”

Professor McGonagall gave him a harsh talking to when he heard that alcohol had been involved and it ended up with James in detention for a week, Sirius and Remus getting one-off detention, and somehow, Professor Sprout let me off scot-free.

—----------------------

Over the Summer Holidays between our 6th and 7th years, the four of us stayed with James’ parents, him having written to them about the situation, and they were happy to look after me and let me stay with them to help me with my pregnancy and the baby.

“Honestly (Y/n), it’s fine, we don’t mind. Any friend of James is welcome here.”

“I know, James has been telling me that since he found out I was pregnant. I really appreciate you letting me stay with you.”

“Do you know which of your boyfriends is the father yet? Biological father I mean.”

I shook my head, “I’ve got an appointment next Saturday which is when I’m going to find out, they were both going to come with me, but there’s a Quidditch match, and they can’t miss it, even though Remus isn’t on the team…but Sirius coaxed Professor McGonagall into letting Remus commentate and it’s apparently too late to find someone else to do it.”

“I’ll come with you if you like. It’ll be easier if you have someone there with you. Then you can write to the two of them and tell them the gender and who the father is.”

I smiled up at James’ mother, “Thank you, I’d like that very much, but I think I want to surprise them.”

------------------------REMUS’ POV (March of 7th Year)

“I wonder how (Y/n) is doing…”

“She’ll be fine, Moony, no need to worry! Seriously, my parents already treat her like she’s their daughter, sometimes I think they might as well adopt her with how much time she spends at our house over holidays as stuff! I’m telling you, if something went wrong, Dumbledore would have been informed and we would have been notified!” James replied, turning back to his potion.

“Yeah, I suppose, I just can’t stop worrying though.”

It was at that moment when Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, “Professor Slughorn, may I borrow Black and Lupin for a few minutes?”

“Yes, go ahead,” Professor Slughorn replied, nodding to us. I felt the anxiety come back as me and Sirius stood up, walking out the door, to where Professor McGonagall was waiting for us.

“Professor, what is this about?”

“Not here, Black.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and I subtly reached my hand out taking his hand, giving it a squeeze, and pecking his cheek while Professor McGonagall wasn’t looking. We soon realised we were in her office and she’d shut the door.

“Professor Dumbledore received an owl this morning just after breakfast about your girlfriend. She-”

“Is (Y/n) alright? Please don’t say something bad happened!” I asked, panic wreaking through my voice, “Please don’t tell us she’s dead.”

“She’s perfectly okay. The owl was sent from Potter’s parents. Miss (L/n) has given birth to a healthy baby boy. Professor Dumbledore wanted the two of you to know as soon as possible. You’re both officially fathers. You may return to class.”

“Professor?” I asked hesitantly, causing Sirius, who was already halfway to the door, to groan lowly.

“Yes?” she replied, looking at me, “Is something the matter?”

“Did the Potter’s letter say anything about the baby’s condition? Or what (Y/n) called him?”

“Oh right. You have nothing to worry about, Mr Lupin, the child’s biological father is Mr Black here, so he’s not a werewolf, like you,” I let out the breath I’d been holding in relief as she continued, “As for the name, the letter said she’d called him Orion. As for the middle name, he was given yours Mr Lupin and Miss (L/n) had given the child her last name. So his full name is Orion Remus (L/n).”

I smiled and thanked her before dragging Sirius out of the room the two of us making our way back to Potions.

“I’m glad your his father, Sirius. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I’d made a baby into a werewolf.”

“You’re still gonna be an amazing Dad, Moony! We both are. He’s gonna be my little Oreo, I can already tell.”

------------------YOUR POV (Summer after 7th Year)

I smiled as I sat on the sofa of the Potters’ house, Orion lying in my arms.

“He looks like the perfect mix of you and Sirius.”

“I know,” I replied, “I can’t wait for the boys to meet him and I hope they’re happy with the name choice.”

Just then the door burst open, “Where’s my little Oreo!?” I blinked and stood up, trying to calm Orion, as he’d started crying at the loud noise, as I walked out of the living room to see Sirius standing in the doorway, Remus, James and James’ dad standing behind him. My smile widened, “He’s right here, be careful though, he only seems to like me holding him at the moment, “Orion, this is your Papa Sirius.” I paused and tentatively placed Orion in Sirius’ arms as he’d now dropped his trunk onto the ground.

“Hello there, I’m your Papa! I’m going to be the best Papa ever! Better than your Papa Remus, yes I am.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as Orion didn’t start crying when I placed him in Sirius’ arms as he walked into the living room, oogling over Orion.

“Sirius! Your stuff! You can’t just leave it here!” Remus shouted after him, “And I’m not bringing it up for you!”

“It’s alright, I’ll bring both your bags up, you go and meet your son,” James’ dad replied to Remus.

“Are you sure? I can bring my bag up first.”

“I’m sure, go and see him.”

Remus nodded and placed his trunk down, walking over to me and wrapping his arm around me, “Shall we go see if Sirius has messed up yet?” I giggled and nodded, pecking him on the lips, the two of us walked into the living room where Sirius was sitting on the sofa, the now 4-month-old Orion in his arms, him smiling widely as he played with the baby.

“You are my little Oreo. I will make sure you stay safe.”

At this point, Orion started crying again and made small hand movements to me. I sighed and walked over, “Don’t worry, Mummy’s here, Mummy’s here, Buddy.” He started to grab ahold of the top I was wearing and I let out a small giggle, “Is someone hungry? I’ll be back in a few minutes,” the last statement made to the others, before I walked out the room.

REMUS’ POV

“Mum, when’s the last time (Y/n) had a decent night sleep?” James asked. It was clear that he’d noticed the bags under (Y/n)’s eyes too.

“I’d say probably about two days before Orion was born. She’s been insisting on doing everything herself. I’ve tried to tell her that she could ask us for help, but she just says ‘I appreciate the offer, but it’s fine, I can manage’. And won’t let us help in anyway. She’s going to make herself ill, but she won’t listen, saying that Orion is her first priority and that she’s putting him above everything else. Maybe one of you could try talking to her?” the last statement was directed to me and Sirius and I nodded, “I’ll try, but I doubt she’s going to listen.”

YOUR POV

I walked back into the room only to be pulled away by Remus after he taken Orion from me and handed him to Sirius.

“Remus, I already told you, Orion isn’t keen on anyone-” he shut me up by kissing me, “I know what you said, but he’ll be fine for a few minutes, plus he liked Sirius earlier until he got hungry. (Y/n) you need to rest. James’ parents told us you haven’t had a decent night sleep since before Orion was born. You need to take care of yourself too.”

“I can’t leave Orion alone, Rem, he’s still a baby!”

“I know that, but.. Just follow me,” he pulled me back towards the living room and I saw Sirius sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, Orion sitting in front of him babbling as Sirius played peek-a-boo with him. My heart melted and Remus pulled me away again, “See, he’s perfectly fine with Sirius. Perhaps he just knows who his parents are. You said he wasn’t comfortably with alone with James’ parents, so maybe that’s it.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right, now go upstairs and sleep, (Y/n).”

“Bu-”

“No buts. You need sleep.”

“Fine,” I muttered, pecking his cheek, “But if he starts crying, come and get me, okay?”

“I’ sure we won’t need to do that,” Remus replied, pushing me upstairs, “No go sleep!”

REMUS’ POV

I walked back into the living room to see Sirius still playing peek-a-boo with Orion, the small boy making sounds akeen to giggles whenever Sirius showed him his face again. I smiled and knelt down next to Sirius, leaning over and kissing his cheek, “So, he likes you.”

“He knows who is father is, that’s all.”

“I suppose. (Y/n) is getting some sleep now.”

“That’s goo-wait how’d you get her to listen?”

I just shrugged, giving Sirius a nudge, “That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.”

---------------------------------YOUR POV (Two years later)

I smiled walking into the living room of the house that I shared with Sirius and Remus, seeing the former sitting on the floor with Orion and Harry. I giggled, “Who would have known that Sirius Black would be the one to be good with kids. Would never have guessed.”

One of the children’s heads shot up, “Mummy!” My eyes widened and I rushed over, “Y-you spoke! Aww my little boy spoke. I’m so proud of you, Orion.”

“What happened?” I heard Remus’ voice from behind me. I turned around, “Remus, watch this. Say it again.”

“Mummy!” Orion giggled out wrapping his tiny arms around me, “I’m so proud of you!” Orion giggled and my smile widened as he turned to look at Sirius, “Papa!” It was like a light had been switched on in Sirius’ head as his face metaphorically lit up as he walked over, leaving Harry sitting on the floor.

“That’s right! I’m your Papa! Look, Moony, he knows his.. Moony?” I turned around to see Remus not standing where he’d been before. I then heard the sound of faint sobs and rushed out the room to find him sitting under the table in the dining room, crying. My heart broke at the sight and I bent down, kneeling next to him, “Rem? What’s up?”

“I-I… It’s nothing, just leave me alone.”

“Something is up though, I know that much. Tell me. I’m not leaving until you tell me. Remus, you’re my boyfriend, I’m not going to let you be sad!”

“F-fine, it’s just, I-I’m envious of the bond that Sirius has with Orion. There I said it.”

My heart broke even more and I wrapped him in a hug, “You wish you were his biological father?” I could feel Remus nodding against me and I pulled him even closer, “Rem, it’s okay to feel like that. It doesn’t help that Sirius is rubbing it in your face does it?” He shook his head and I lifted his chin, wiping his tears, “Rem, d-do you want to give Orion a little sibling?” His face perked up and he nodded shyly, before digging his head back into my neck. I heard a tiny giggle and looked to my left to see Orion, “Papa! I found Papa!” I then saw a pair of familiar socks come into view and Sirius’ face appeared, “There you two are.”

I felt a smile appear on my face and I nudged Remus, “Rem, did you hear that?”

Remus just shrugged and I sighed lifting his head again, “Come on, we’ll go sit i-Sirius, what did you do with Harry? You know James and Lily are going to kill you i-”

“He’s sitting on the sofa with his dad. James came while you two were here. I didn’t leave him unattended, don’t worry.”

I released a breath and pulled Remus out from under the table picking Orion up, “Can you say it again?” I asked.

“Papa!” Orion giggled out, making grabby hands towards Remus, who wiped his eyes, causing my smile to grow, “You’re his dad to, Rem.”

“Papa sad…”

I felt my smile widen more and I handed Orion to Remus, who just hugged him. Sirius walked over to me and kissed my cheek, wrapping his arms around me, “So what were you two up to down there?”

“Siri, can you, and James if he’s still here, take Orion and Harry out? I think Remus needs some ‘Special (Y/n) Love’. He was feeling a bit left out that you were Orion’s biological father.” Sirius got my hint and nodded. I smiled, “Rem, Sirius is gonna take Orion out for a bit, you want to help me with something?” Remus looked up at me and I manouvered my arms in a way so that I was squishing my breasts together, hinting at what I meant. His eyes widened and he nodded handing Orion over to Sirius before grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs…

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warnings- 18+ minors DNI, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, smoking, semi-public sex, cursing?

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this is post hogwarts marauders era (au?)  besties (throwback to when they were all happy lol)

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The brick wall of the pub you had previously occupied was pressing into your cheek as your boyfriend pounded into you from behind. He had one hand gripped in your hair, the other holding your hip to bring you back into his thrusts. 

You had not imagined your night to go this way. In fact, you were expecting to go out for a few drinks with everyone and head home to watch a muggle film you were craving to see. But as the night went on James and Sirius pressed more drinks into Remus’ hands than he realized. While the boys were sat at the bar (getting your poor boyfriend wasted) you, Lily, and Marlene were making haste on the dance floor. 

The liquor was intense and the room was spinning around you as you jumped and danced. You glanced towards the boys and saw them all laughing unnecessarily loud. You grabbed Marlene’s arm and shouted you were going to get another drink. She merely nodded and kept dancing. 

As you approached the bar Remus caught sight of you. He blushed and sent a smirk your way. His hair was tousled and his eyes glazed over from the drinks he’d been consuming. 

“Jesus, you poor bloke you’re truly wasted.” You sighed as you neared him.

Sirius spat out a laugh and James just smiled into his drink and shrugged his shoulders. Remus grabbed your waist when you were within reach and placed his head on your shoulder. He inhaled you and caged you into his arms. You wrapped your arm around him in return and placed your head atop his. 

“God you two are awful to look at. Keep it in your pants will you?” Sirius made a crude vomiting gesture and you swatted at him in return. 

“Oi! Y/N watch the hair!” 

“You’re a bloody menace you know that?” 

Remus laughed into your neck and squeezed your waist. “Don’t bother with him love, he’s just jealous” Remus grinned at Sirius. 

Sirius only rolled his eyes and tossed back the rest of his drink. “Well, I’m off to find a lovely bloke on the dance floor then.”

James slapped him on the back as he made his way toward the swell of people and music. He turned his gaze to you and Remus and said, “He’s right, you two truly are disgusting.”

“Piss off,” Remus laughed “as if you and your precious Lilyflower aren't any worse.”

“James I believe quite literally last weekend poor Lily had to peel you off of her before you mauled her in front of everyone.” You added. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He waved your comments off, but a smile spread across his cheeks. 

James caught the bartender's attention and ordered you all more drinks. Remus took the opportunity to move his hands to the backs of your thighs and deceitfully run them up toward the hem of your skirt. You hummed at his actions and gripped his shoulders. He nudged his head back to your neck and placed light kisses against your throat. The drinks running through you made his actions all the more intense. 

James spun back around with yours and Remus’ drinks in hand. He handed them to you as he sipped his own. You held your drink to your chest as you watched Remus swallow his. His hand around the glass sent heat through you, imagining what else that hand had done. His other hand remained latched to the back of your thigh and when he caught your gaze he squeezed it. He sent you an all-knowing smirk and raised his glass to his lips again. You blushed and tried to push your sexual thoughts from your head, taking a swig from your drink to help. 

Luckily, James’ attention was now focused on Lily’s dancing form. Remus noticed this too and swiftly moved his hand to the curve of your ass. You glared at him as he smiled up at you. He moved to stand and placed his glass on the bar top. 

“Gonna step out for a smoke, you alright?” He asked James. 

James glanced at you both and nodded, “Yeah might head to the dance floor myself.”

Remus stood to his full height and grabbed your drink from your hands placing it next to his. He reached for your hand and started for the door. You glanced back to see James heading to Lily as Remus pulled you along. 

The night air was bitter and crisp. You squeezed Remus’ hand as the cold air hit you. He continued to pull you around the side of the pub, and only then did he drop your hand. 

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. He skillfully placed the smoke in his mouth and cupped the lighter as he lit it. You were leaning against the wall as you watched him. When he was sure the thing was lit he inhaled as he pocketed his lighter. He puffed out his smoke and gazed down at you. 

“Your dance moves were cute.” He said.

You reached up and took the cigarette from his lips. You kept steady eye contact as you took your own drag from it and replied, “Thanks”. 

He huffed a laugh at your teasing and placed his arm above your head on the wall. He peeled the cigarette from your lips and placed it back in his. His eyes were roaming your figure and you could feel your body heating up. You shook your head as you looked up at him and gave him a challenging look. 

He took the bait and took one last drag from the joint as he leaned back on his arm and glanced around the corner. As his gaze moved back to you he blew the smoke out. He dropped the cigarette and put it out with his foot. He leaned in close, his mouth centimeters from yours. 

He exhaled, “You want this?”

You looked up into his eyes, “Yes.”

That was all he needed to crash his lips to yours. One hand gripped your waist tightly, while the other moved to hold your neck. You pushed your hands against his chest, guiding them up to his hair. 

You grabbed at each other and quickly his tongue infiltrated your mouth. Your body was pure heat and you rubbed your legs together to get some relief. Remus noticed and moved his hand between your legs. He cupped your sex and you moaned into his mouth. He smiled and moved his fingers into your underwear. 

You gripped his hair as he slid his fingers over your core and gathered your wetness. He rubbed his index and middle finger over your clit and you groaned loudly. 

“Shh. You have to be quiet Y/N.” He whispered.

You nodded your head and moved your arm to hold the back of his neck as he slid those two fingers inside you. He fingered you and you held him as near as possible. Your back arched off the cold wall as his fingers speed up. You moved your hand that wasn't around him to his front and palmed him over his jeans. He hissed in pleasure and kissed your lips. 

He suddenly removed his hand and grabbed your wrist, spinning you against the wall. Your face pressed into it as you heard him remove his belt. You pushed your ass toward him, the wait unbearable. 

“Please”  You moaned. 

“Patience, darling.” He responded.

He aggressively shoved your skirt over your hips and shoved your soaking underwear to the side. You felt his body heat against yours. He rubbed the head of his shaft against you and down to your clit. Your arm went back to hold onto him. 

He pushed his head into your core painfully slow. Your eyes rolled in pleasure as his full length sheathed inside you. 

Once he was fully inside your core he waited a moment. His head was thrown back in pleasure and he gripped you tightly. You glanced over your shoulder as he exhaled and grabbed your waist. He thrusted into you and your hand shot to the wall for balance. 

His pace picked up and you could feel every inch of him. As he slammed into you he moved one hand to grip your hair. The tug on your roots shot more pleasure and sensations through you. The heat radiating off of your bodies contradicted the cold night air. 

Remus pounded into you from behind and you couldn’t help but release a small moan. He was panting and his thursts hit just the right spot. The alcohol in your systems made the situation all the more exhilarating. 

Remus pulled your ass fulsh against him and moved his arm fully around your waist to reach your clit. His other arm moved from your hair to around your neck as he pulled you upright against him. 

His fingers moved skillfully around your bud, and in combination with his rough, heavy thrusts you were close. 

“I’m gonna cum” You mumbled. 

Remus groaned and muttered an “I’m close” as well. 

His fingers sped up around your clit and you could feel the familar tingle of an orgasm. He moaned into your ear and whispered “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”

His affirmations sent you over the edge. Your core squeezed him as you came. His thruts sped up and your quiet moans mixed together. You felt him slam into you and steady. He came and held you as tightly as he could. 

As you both came down from your highs you were panting. Remus pulled out of you and moved your underwear back into place. You spun around in his arms and he pushed the hair from your face as you looked to him. He smiled at you and blushed. He slid his arms down your body and kissed you lightly as he pulled your skirt back over your hips. He adjusted his own self back into his pants and kissed your temple. 

“I think that was our best one yet.” You laughed. 

Remus laughed in return and grabbed your hand. You walked back around the corner smoothing your hair down. As you reentered the pub your friends were all back at the bar. You made your way over and Sirius sent you both a condescending look. 

“Ah. Well look who it is. Have a nice smoke?” He spoke. 

Marlene laughed and Lily playfully hit Sirius. 

“We did yeah, thanks.” Remus smiled. 

You blushed and James laughed at your embarrassment. Remus pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around you. 

He mumbled into your hair, “This was definitely better than watching a film at home.”

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 Remus took the opportunity to move his hands to the backs of your thighs and deceitfully run them up toward the hem of your skirt. You hummed at his actions and gripped his shoulders. He nudged his head back to your neck and placed light kisses against your throat. The drinks running through you made his actions all the more intense. 

James spun back around with yours and Remus’ drinks in hand. He handed them to you as he sipped his own. You held your drink to your chest as you watched Remus sip his. His hand around the glass sending heat through you, imagining what else that hand had done. His other hand remained latched to the back of your thigh and when he caught your gaze he squeezed it. He sent you an all-knowing smirk and raised his glass to his lips again. You blushed and tried to push your sexual thoughts from your head, taking a swig from your drink to help. 

Luckily, James’ attention was now focused on Lily’s dancing form. Remus noticed this too and swiftly moved his hand to the curve of your ass. You glared at him as he smiled up at you. He moved to stand and placed his glass on the bar top. 

Strawberries

summary: it’s safe to say you didn’t expect company when you snuck out for a picnic with Regulus, your relationship more forbidden than the forest itself.

content: the marauders basically being your older brothers after you grew up next door to the Potters, protective and angry James and Sirius, Sirius and Regulus still being on bad terms, fluff turned slight angst, short, food, teasing, mentions of Sirius and Regulus’ parents 

wc: 587 (just a little blurb)

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“So you’ve never read Pride and Prejudice?” You asked, almost offended by your discovery.

Continua a leggere

This is AMAZINGLY written

Very good as always, your writing is something that can always make me cry.

This is absolutely a beautiful masterpiece.

❝like the grass wants to grow, i want to run anywhere that you go.❞

summary. 'a tiny butterfly flapping its wings today may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now.' or alternatively, it takes six lifetimes for you to find each other.

pairings. poly!marauders+lily x reader.

word count. 8.9k (i tried to keep it short. i really did T-T)

tags. hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, happy ending. reincarnated/regressor!reader. no specific gender described. not proofread, we die like lucerys velaryon.

cws. brief depictions of death and war, themes of mental health and trauma.

note: lmaoao, as per the poll, here is the time-traveler!reader fic! i didn't cry during the angsty parts so it's probably not that bad.

YOU WAKE UP to a familiar weathered stone ceiling, owls softly hooting beyond the curtained windows, sunken in the mattress of a canopy bed with low snoring on either side of you. There’s a wilting candle on your nightstand, alongside an unfastened leather journal—a whiff of spilt ink under your nose. In your limp embrace, is a plush capybara with a turtle attached to its head. The quilt blanket is entangled between your thighs, the early morning breeze flurrying past the exposed stretch of your belly where your oversized granny-square jumper has ridden up.

It’s only then, when you try curling your fingers and wiggling your toes, that you realize that your body feels as though it had been hit by a shrinking charm. 

You sit upright instantly, heart skipping a beat from fright.

No.

You can’t have.

You reach for your brass handheld mirror, tucked away in the bedside drawers. 

There is no way you are this unlucky.

Yet staring back at you, is your eleven-year-old self.

Naturally, you end up screaming in frustration—startling the robins idle on the windowsills and all but waking the entirety of the Gryffindor castle. Prefects burst inside the dormitory, wand at the ready and crust in their eyes, in search of a threat only to find you on the verge of hyperventilating.

Bloody hell. 

Not again! 

Merlin, Morgana and Arthur—you are not going through puberty a sixth time.

“Oh, fuck me,” you mumble defeatedly as you fall back onto the patchwork pillows. Your roommates are gawping at you in horror, the sound of heavy footfalls echoing in the halls outside. 

Months ago, you had heard about the gruesome passing of Dorcas Meadowes—you weren’t necessarily close friends with the girl, despite being sorted in the same House, but you would grieve where grief is due. 

YOUR FIRST LIFE came to an abrupt end at the age of nineteen, in a quaint coffeehouse where the owner knew your name and the baristas wore a sunlit grin everyday. That day, no one had expected for Death Eaters to wreak havoc in Diagon Alley—it could have been anticipated, if only the Ministry was competent during the onset of the war. But with the extensive list of Muggleborn and half-blood casualties after that incident,  Ministry officials had no choice but to restrict certain areas and propose the ‘lesser-breeds’ go into hiding for their safety. This alluded to many families; most condemned to be blood-traitors. 

(There had been fleeting whispers of her dying at the wand of Voldemort himself.) 

Then, you’d woken up in the four walls of your dormitory. The sensation of being ever-so cruelly struck by the killing curse burning in your chest—a scorching fire, yet bitterly cold all the same. You had sobbed wretchedly, curled up in a shuddering ball of tears until your roommates had called for the prefects. It got worse when they tried to console you—you felt everything still. The panicked cries and screams of the wounded ceaselessly echoing in your head.  You remembered the shards of glass sinking into your skin as you dove for cover, Unforgivables apathetically hurled in every direction. 

It was not until Madam Pomfrey administered a Calming Draught and an elixir for dreamless sleep that you finally went out like a light extinguished.

Your second life was relatively longer—you had spent it under the supervision of mind healers at St. Mungo’s, after all. For the next thirty years, you’d been confined to a ward on the fourth floor. (Later, you would share this space with a couple who went by the names of Alice and Frank Longbottom.) Regardless of the bleak walls, it was not so bad. The quilts were warm and the assigned matron, Madam Strout, was kind and fussed over you regularly. While the healers had done everything they could, you continued to struggle with discerning what appeared to be your ‘first life.’ (Which one was your true reality? The first? Or the second?) Eventually, all the poking and prodding wore you down. Your fingertips had bruised and brittled. You could not look over your shoulder in fear of finding a Death Eater staring back at you. Night terrors plagued your dreams. 

(Your parents who had always embraced you with loving arms—they could not look you in the eyes now.) 

Memories bled into newer memories as the days went by. You haunted the corridors with a plagued stare, quickly becoming a woeful canard amongst the residents of the hospital. ‘The hysteric fortune teller,’ they called you. You who spoke of wars and rebellion at the age of twelve—but whose words nobody cared for when Voldemort began rising to power. You who’d gone mad and overwrought. In the end, you believed everyone else. 

(See? It must have been all in your head—a wayward spell that unfortunately damaged your memories.)

You’re unsure of how you died, but perhaps, you were never even alive in the first place. There was only so much Draught of Peace you could take before you inevitably became a soulless, sleep-walking husk of a person.

You woke up in the Gryffindor tower once more—this time, you’re careful enough to smother your cries.   

If you flinched every time Marlene McKinnon coarsely bellowed Dorcas’s name in the middle of the school hallways, or if you averted your gaze at the sight of Alice Fortescue and Frank Longbottom’s intertwined hands—it was nobody’s business but your own. In this life, you kept your head down, breezing through your homework and exams—although you had seen no purpose in it, at this point. Each morning that you woke up, you wondered if this was a favor from the Gods, or a relentless hell so meticulously-crafted for you.  

(But what sins had you committed for them to spit on you as they had done? Surely, you would be granted peace after two deaths.)

You could not tell your family, nor could you ask anyone else in Hogwarts if they remembered fragments of their past lives—for the last time you had done that, you were met with vindictive laughter and cruel gazes. 

(At that moment, you had understood Xenophilius Lovegood a little bit more. You never knew how many sought to trample on the wallflowers of the castle.) 

And so, you’d kept your head down until the end of your time in the castle. You stayed away from Diagon Alley and surrounding areas, and you willed yourself to perfect the art of apparating—a skill you wished that you had learned earlier. 

On the first of November 1981, witches and wizards had come to celebrate the fall of Lord Voldemort—which ultimately meant the death of James and Lily Potter. (You could not come to their funeral the first time around, seeing as you were chained to your hospital mattress that day, inebriated on the third dreamless sleep potion administered to you.) 

Under the eyes of St. Jerome, you laid bouquets of white roses and dahlias on their tombstones. 

“Wherever your souls are now, I hope you find each other and unearth peace,” you whispered to the two names engraved on the slate, hands clasped together as you rested on the grass. The winds had been cold and biting, a testament to the looming winter that would sweep away the tears on their graves. Like Dorcas Meadows, you did not interact much with James and Lily—but more than anyone, you knew how death was no easy enemy to conquer.

(You hoped their orphaned son would live a life that would not take him too early.)

A few months later, you met your demise to a werewolf named Fenrir Greyback. 

As you bled out on the grassfields, you wished for Death to come and take you faster.

When you awakened, it was in the same bed and the same dusty ceiling. 

There was nothing you could do but go back to sleep this time around.

After dying pathetically for a third time, a stubborn part of you wanted to fight back—so you did. 

Unlike your previous lives, you joined the Dueling Club, supervised by Professor Flitwick himself. Your wand work was clumsy and you stumbled on your incantations. You could not lift your wand without remembering a coffee shop laid to ruin and wreckage or the hardened gaze of Greyback as he sank his teeth into your neck. The times were merciless, your dance with Death even more—but you would not die helplessly again. 

As you lay in your bed, muscles aching from dueling practice, you had realized one thing. 

You did not want to stain your hands with the blood of another—having grown tired of the Reaper and his antics. If the Gods would not let you rest, then you would not let them take anyone else. 

After all, you had the stubbornness of a Gryffindor lion. 

For the next six years or so, you devoured your textbooks on charms and healing spells, refining your spellwork until your tongue grew numb and your wrists became sore. When the time came, you followed James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, and many more, in joining the Order of the Phoenix. (Perhaps you should have realized earlier that you all were just wide-eyed children on both sides, forced to partake in a war that should have never been yours to fight.) 

The First Wizarding War transfigured the years into a blur of mourning, surviving, and fighting in alleys now-bloodied. Even the sun hid behind the clouds, for brothers began turning on one another. You could only find solace in the fact you had kept Dorcas away from Voldemort’s clutches, volunteering to go in her stead during incursions, and Marlene McKinnon alive for another day to see her family.

But for how long could you cheat fate? 

Hours before your death, you found yourself in a forest clearing. The campsite was filled with witches and wizards afflicted with severe hexes and curses—a few of Dumbledore’s best fighters screaming in agony from the Cruciatus. 

There you found Remus Lupin, bruised and worse for wear, attempting to wrap a bandage around his shoulders in an empty tent. 

“You look like you’ve seen better days,” you said in a soft greeting, stepping inside the tent with a forced smile, your collection of potions and jars of herbal pastes jostling in your leather satchel. 

Remus chuckled tiredly. “Haven’t we all?” 

You gently pried the bandage from his trembling hands and maneuvering yourself at his back. You stifled the urge to cry at the sight of his scars—so violently red against his pallid skin. Compared to your previous lives, you had developed a friendship with Remus and his group of bold marauders—a camaraderie as true as it could be in dire times. (And if providence had been kinder, you could have dared to want more than just friendship.) You poured drops of Dittany onto his shallower wounds, murmuring empty words of comfort as he flinched and hissed.

“It’s Peter,” he rasped, abruptly holding onto your wrist as you turned to leave. “He’s been missing for hours. Please. I don’t know what I’d. . . what I’d do if. . . if. . .”

You squeezed his hand. “I’ll find him, Remus. Don’t worry.”

True to your word, you had found Peter at sundown deep within the forest. There was an unsettling quietude that hung in the air as you trudged to his side. He was kneeling on the muddy ground, head hanging low. It’s only then that you noticed the body laying still in his arms. Violent chills slithered down your spine as you recognized the woman in his embrace. 

“Mary!” you cried out, hurrying to them as fast as you could. 

“What happened?” you asked frantically, hands in a desperate search for a pulse. When you were met with no answer, you pressed again more heatedly. “Peter! Look at me!” You gripped his chin, heart hammering in your chest. “You have to tell me what happened! I can’t. . . I can’t help her if I don’t know what hit her.” Droplets of tears fell from your eyes down to Mary’s pale cheeks. “I can’t. . . I need—please. . .”

Bloodshot eyes stared back at you. “I. . . I didn’t want to do it.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, burying his head into the crook of Mary’s neck. “I was so, so scared.”

“Peter, what are you talking about?” You grimaced impatiently when Peter lifted his gaze—but he was not looking at you, rather behind you.

The answer to your question was a killing curse to the back.

An unseen rustle in the bushes that you should have paid attention to, a cloaked figure darker than any shadow; a Death Eater that’d come to ensnare you in a perfectly-laid trap. 

(Damn it!)

(Damn it all to Hell!)

You awoke to the sound of your screaming and your limbs thrashing in the bed you’ve grown to despise. There was nary a remorse in your body as your roommates wailed at the sight of your nails drawing blood from your arms. Later that morning, the common room would be filled with talks of your faraway gaze and your scratched-up flesh. 

You could not take it anymore.

In your fifth life, you had sought peace—or rather, the most beautiful mockery of it. 

You decided to give up your magic to chase a semblance of normalcy. No more wands, no more moving portraits, no more jinxes and pranks, no more owls and wizard robes. Most of all, no more war. (‘But it did not work like that’, Death laughed.) In this life, you wanted what was denied of you in the previous ones.

A family.

A happy ending.

Bitterly enough, the Gods saw fit to give you only one of the two. 

You married a Muggle, to your parents’ dismay. He was nice and compassionate—a distant contrast to the ongoing turmoil of the wizarding world. But you could not bring yourself to feel guilt. You had been stripped of everything, which included the privilege to die and lay your soul to rest in perpetuity. 

(Who were you, if not a dead man walking?)

Over the years, you would have three children with your husband—three beautiful children born from love, in a world that would not actively seek to take them from you. You raised them all to adulthood, hoping they would not fault you for finding relief at the lack of magic in their veins. Their names were Kinsley, Piper, and Avery—and you had adored every inch of them, from their striking eyes to the tips of their stubby fingers. 

On your deathbed, you were surrounded by your grandchildren and your great-grandchildren. An image you held close to your heart as your vision began to deteriorate. 

Just this once, you prayed to all that would hear. 

Let me die surrounded by my family.

At the age of ninety-one, you drew your final breath.

And when you opened your eyes, you were back in Hogwarts for the sixth time.

TO SIRIUS BLACK, you are a curious little wallflower, albeit a withering one—you who blend among the crowd, with a sad gaze in your eyes and the fretful twisting of your fingers. He doesn’t know why he’s particularly drawn to you—but perhaps he understands, more than anyone, the hesitance of taking up space in fear of punishment for one wrong move. But you look so lost, meandering along the corridors like the ghosts of the castle—but even the spirits seem more alive and colorful than you. 

“What is it that they have taken from you?” Sirius wants to ask. 

(What judgment has fate placed upon you so—for you to cry each morning?) 

There is a raging urge in his veins to reach over and wipe your tears away, but what can he do as a stranger, if not watch powerlessly as you fade into the background? 

His fingers feel like they might fall off if they do not entwine with yours. He wants to offer up his shoulders to carry the burdens that weigh down on a creature as lovely as you. 

There are times when he and the other Gryffindors catch you crying at the long tables of the Great Hall. 

“O-Oh, was I?” Your reply is quiet. Resigned. Sirius has never felt his heart break more than in that moment. You move to weakly swipe at your tears. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. . .” 

“It’s alright, really,” Lily says, her voice strained, the words lodged in her throat. Under the table, she seeks James’s hand for comfort. (How can someone appear to be so lonely and defeated?) “We all have those days.”

“Yes.” You blink away the fresh tears pricking at your eyes, mindlessly pulling at the threads of your woven bandages, a weary chuckle falling from the cracked skin of your lips. “Except, it seems the days never end for me.”  

Lily stays silent. 

Sirius shares a look with Remus from across the table, an unspoken question hanging between the animagus and the werewolf.

How do their voices call out to the one who so faithfully believes that the world has abandoned them?

But Sirius Black is determined and unyielding—what good of a prankster would he be if he could not bring a smile upon your beautiful face? 

He gets his chance during Transfiguration class, when McGonagall instructs the class to pair-up for an activity in turning miniature statues into birds. Predictably, you don’t move a muscle, staring ever-so intently at the sights beyond the classroom windows that you don’t notice the professor observing you worriedly—her lips tightly pressed and her eyes wrinkled with concern. Sirius slams his buttocks onto the wooden chair next to you; the sound of chair legs screeching bounces off the cobblestone walls.

“Hullo, partner.” Sirius grins as he offers you an enthusiastic wave, his dark curls floundering with his energy. He feels the gazes of his best mates boring into his back, but decides to ignore it for now—Remus can live without him for one class. In his mind—a perfectly-reasonable logic for an eleven-year-old, mind you—he figures that you would find class more entertaining if you had the right company. And, Sirius is wonderful company. 

You stare at him with furrowed brows and Sirius wishes nothing more than to bring fire to your eyes. “Partner?” you repeat, a tinge of confusion in your voice—a deafening cadence to his ears, as for once, it is not desolation that laces your words. 

“Partner,” Sirius affirms with a nod of his head, barely paying heed to McGonagall’s directions at the front of the room—but noting the mention of a prize for the pair who would successfully cast the spell for longer than ten minutes. He takes your silence for uncertainty, and replies with a light-hearted scoff—finding the pout on your lips adorable. “I’ll have you know I’m a bloody master at Transfiguration. Not even James could match me in this class—okay, maybe he could, but that’s not important, is it? Point is, with me at your side, Minnie will have no choice but to give us a hundred points!” 

From the frown on your lips, Sirius gathers that you’re unimpressed by him—a first, but not a total setback. 

He seizes the small box of porcelain figurines before you can blink, a wry smile on his face as he wrangles a boastful laugh from his throat. “Ready to have your mind blown? I’ve been practicing this spell since last night. There’s no way I’m getting this wrong.” 

“Oh, I’m Sirius Black, by the way—at your service.” He holds out his hand for you to shake, wondering what your palm would feel like in his. Cold? Warm to touch? Or, perhaps, a perfect fit—just as Lily’s hand feels laced with his?

He doesn’t find the answer to his question. Instead, you draw your wand from your robe pocket, and point the tip of the wood at the earthenware at Sirius’s grasp. 

“Avifors,” you recite delicately—such a flawless incantation that Sirius hears Merlin himself weeping in the depths of his grave. 

The figurine grows feathers and a beak—Sirius and the rest of the students can only watch as the weebill flutters its wings and soars through the roof. 

He’s stupefied. Breathless, one might say. But not because of your little trick—rather, the growing smile on your lips as you watch the bird fly across the room. Your eyes flicker with mischief, and like a man on the edge of a cliff—what is Sirius Black to do, but fall? 

THE END OF YOUR first-year at Hogwarts draws near, and so does the springtime—a coveted season for lily flowers to bloom. The April winds find you out by the lake edge, swinging your legs idly on a marble stone bench where the cypress vines grow along the cracks. Songbirds fly overhead as the daylight glistens on the surface of the Black Lake, a beech tree in the near distance, butterflies dancing past the gnarled trunk. Pollen floats like dust in a cupboard under a staircase. Ducklings waddle after their mother as riverine rabbits scurry on into the tall, purple nettles. On days like this, you find it easier to settle into your new life—but, perhaps, you have your friends to thank for that. 

Yet, as you find yourself wanting to reach out to their outstretched hands, flashes of children with your hair, your eyes, cheekbones whittled to resemble your own, haunt you. Their pure and gentle temperaments, painfully akin to their father’s. You mourn them every day. Their names are forever inscribed in the locket of your soul. (You did not find it fair—you who live again, and they who disappear forever. An existence that would cease to be—all because you fear what awaits you in this life. Why must it be you who should walk this land with a body scarred by wounds no one else can see? Why must it be you who mourns the loss of your family, your friends, and all your loved ones—everyone murdered by the Gods who spit on the five graves with your name written on it? Why? Why?)

Do you dare to live a life without them? Is it fair to deprive them of a chance of being a family while you waste away on the Isles? You may have lived multiple lifetimes, but not once have you been given the answers you seek. 

You will not find happiness without them; it is as you deserve. 

(For why else would Death torment you so if you are seen as innocent in their eyes?)

“How did I know I’d find you here?” A sing-song voice emerges from the trees, and you’ve no need to turn your head—the sound of Lily’s bright cadence is one you’re familiar with. But, somehow, you’ve grown fond of her voice, more acquainted with her smile and laugh than you’ve ever been in the last five lives. (You have to wonder if this friendship is one you’re permitted to enjoy.) Her grin is blinding, more so than the afternoon sun behind her. Lily’s wavy hair falls over her shoulder as she plops down on the empty space beside you. “We didn’t see you at lunch today,” she says, looking ahead, the warmth of her hand inching closer to your own. “I figured you didn’t want a bunch of whiffy boys around.”

Then, she looks around, searching for any prying ears, a stream of giggles falling from her lips. “Although, I must warn you—their pockets are loaded with food stolen from the hall, saying they’d give it to you when you returned to the tower. But I think Minnie caught onto them.” She chortles, a fond gaze in her eyes. 

You hum in thought, a smile unknowingly pulling at your lips. “Thank you, Lily. It’s sweet of you to come and find me.” 

She harrumphs light-heartedly, snootily lifting up her nose. “Don’t get too used to it. We’re only just best friends, after all.”

A silence encompasses the two of you, sitting under the shade, pink fingers shyly intertwined. Lily allows the minutes to flow by like a breeze on the waters, until she stares at you with thick emotions flickering in her emerald eyes. She nibbles on her bottom lip, long lashes kissing her eyelids. “Are. . . Are you alright? Is it one of those days again?”

You grin at her question, impishly nudging her legs with yours. It’s a gesture you deeply appreciate—befriending you and growing closer to you in ways you imagine are never in your cards. But Lily is only eleven, and you will not act upon your selfishness. (But, maybe—just maybe—you are allowed to relish in their company until you are called once again to your deathbed. In the next life, they might not know your name as they do now, and the revelation frightens you immensely.)

“I’m okay,” you say, a gnawing lie that sounds unconvincing to even your own ears. You stare at the flock of swans diving in the lake. “I was just missing a few friends back home.” You remember the toddlers that you used to call your own—their spittled possessiveness toward anyone who dared to snatch your attention away from them. “I don’t know if they would be happy with me going off on my own adventure,” you say, sparing Lily a knowing look. “They are—erm—Muggles.” 

“Oh.” Lily nods, mulling over your words. “Tuney. . . my sister. She sort of resents me ever since I left for Hogwarts. We live a world apart, and it barely helps that she ignores me during the holidays.” She sighs, averting her gaze elsewhere, a grimace pulling at her mouth. “Sometimes I wonder if all of this was never meant for me. That I was just a fluke. Why do I have magic and not her? Any day now, I expect for McGonagall to come and ask me to pack my bags and head straight home.” 

“But,” says Lily, her eyes resolute and her fire unwavering, “until that day comes, I will enjoy every bit of this world as I can. Tuney will just have to deal with that.” She offers you a mellow smile—a likeness to a kind husband that you had once in a past lifetime. “Besides, I think those who truly love us will understand the paths we must take. Even if it means parting ways for a long time. Your friends will not blame you; they’ll want you to live truly and freely.” 

Her words sink deep into your bones, and you can’t help but let out a hearty laugh. You simper at the confused tilt of her head. “Wise words, Lily Marie Evans. Are you sure you’re only twelve?” 

Lily beams. “Mum likes to tune into the Sunday motivational-talk channels.”

(“The ones we love never really leave us, do they?” Sirius Black will tell you one day, when you’ve bared to him the truth of your lives, and he looks at you no differently than he has before—with all the adoration and fondness of his heart.)

Later, before you and Lily make your way back to the castle, you pick three flowers among the chicory weeds. She stays behind as you kneel by the riverside. For the children you have loved, and will continue to love for eternity. Droplets of tears fall onto the water, joining the floating blue petals. “I’m sorry that I cannot find you as you are,” you whisper, a heavy weight lifting from your shoulders. “But I hope that we meet again in this life, whichever names you may take.” 

(After all, what love is stronger than one that perseveres across endless lifetimes?)

You carry them in your heart—letting cherished memories remain as such. Otherwise, you’ll be chasing what can never be again. It would be an injustice to their names to try and replicate a shallow imitation of them. They deserve more than that—to be treated like a pawn in Death’s game. They were alive and you will honor them befittingly.

You bid them goodbye and allow the tethers of their soul to untangle from your grasp. 

It is the most difficult farewell—and yet, the easiest act of mercy you have ever carried out.

‘THE FLAP OF a butterfly’s wings can evoke a hurricane in the next world over.’ 

This is a phrase you’ve come to be familiar with over the span of your numerous lives. It has never been truer than the moment you step outside the infirmary to find a group of mismatched Gryffindors waiting for you in the halls. Their heads snap in attention at the sound of your footfalls. In an instant, you’re crowded with their questions and worries—but you find it endearing, the way your friends fuss over you. It’s certainly a welcome change from a past spent by your lonesome in the castle. (You only wonder what makes this life so different from the rest? Why is everything changing without you noticing? What will be taken from you for this deviation in time?) 

“How did it go?” James asks, now seventeen and captain of the Quidditch team, wavy tendrils of brown hair swooping over his round glasses. The broad of his chest fills out his red and yellow jumper, crocheted by Lily over the yule break—the five of you, including Peter, Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas, have matching sweaters as well. 

Except, you like to tease them with a jest that Lily made yours with the most love—as no one else had the pattern of a capybara with an apple on its head. 

“Well enough,” you answer, patting his shoulder with a tired smile that reaches your eyes—for how could one not cheer up in the face of James Fleamont Potter? That would be saying the skies do not brighten in the company of the sun. 

By incontestable decree of Poppy Pomfrey, the headstrong matron of the castle, you are required to meet with a mediwitch from St. Mungo’s twice a week, since the start of your fifth-year. Healer Robbins floos to Hogwarts on Wednesdays and Saturdays to check up on your health, physically and mentally. Of course, you don’t divulge anything about your time-traveling dilemmas, lest you end up confined to a hospital ward again for the rest of your years. But you do end up addressing—albeit, begrudgingly—the dried tear stains on your pillowcase every morning, your wayward habit of purposefully missing meals, or your tendency to withdraw yourself from your peers on certain days—which coincidentally happen to be the anniversary dates of your deaths. (If no one would grieve for you, then you’d do it alone.) 

Who’d have thought that healing would be much more tortuous than hurting in the quietude of your room?

But one thing is for certain—this is a suffering you will endure with greed and hunger. 

For today’s session, Healer Robbins suggests you proactively live in the present more—which is easier said than done. 

“Although, she did tell me to stop slouching all the time,” you inform James, scrunching your nose in feigned offense, to which he replies with a hearty chuckle, pulling you into his embrace for a side hug. You burrow your nose in his scent of oakmoss and orris root, a lingering touch of broom polish as well—you feel the warmth of his hand splayed out on your back, and hide your grin into his chest. 

“Well, someone had to tell you,” says Regulus Black with a scoff, arms crossed over his chest, yet no genuine heat in his trenchant eyes. He looks pleased that you return unharmed from your meeting with Healer Robbins. Funnily enough, you’ve no doubt that the famed Black temper would emerge should you utter so much as a single word against the mediwitch. (You like her, though. Some days, Robbins lovingly spiels about her clumsy-footed wife—and in return, you talk about your sad feelings. Eurgh. Talk about a fair exchange.)

Among the many divergences in this life, one of them is the unforeseen friendship you have forged with Regulus Arcturus Black. But that story begins with Xenophilius Lovegood, when you stumble upon him in the Forbidden Forest chasing after a family of bowtruckles with a fervid expression and a journal in one hand. You protect him from foul-mouthed Ravenclaws, and he allows you to tag along in his woodland escapades—including a lifelong access to the kitchens beyond curfew. His lack of regard for personal safety is both endearing and maddening, you realize early on. One stormy night, you chase Xenophilius into the forest—he is barefoot, following the Mooncalf hoofprints, as you spit out strings of expletives and mouthfuls of rain. That is where you find Regulus, groaning in pain and carrying a burden that is much too heavy for a fifteen-year-old. 

Then, a year later, they decide to give you a heart-attack when you discover that Pandora and Xenophilius have taken Regulus under their wing—figuratively and literally. And, most of all, romantically.

You’re more speechless than Sirius had been when you catch him one fateful evening.

(“Don’t do it, Sirius Black,” you greet, startling the ebony-haired boy as you step out from the shadows. The common room is silent, save for the crackling embers in the fireplace. You stare at the sixteen-year-old with a vehement resolve, your hands curled into fists. If there is one fixed event you had to live through over and over again, it is the news of Severus Snape being nearly mauled to death by a creature so feared and gruesome. You will not let it happen in this life. His eyes flicker with shame amongst a sea of gray, and he knows that you know about his abhorrent idea of a ‘prank.’ 

You sigh, taking another step forward, hand coming to rest on his tense shoulder. “Let it go, Sirius. It’s not worth it. Bringing someone to harm is never worth it. If he dies, his blood will be on your hands—and you don’t want that, trust me. Be kind to him, Sirius—and even kinder to your brother. The two of you are all each other has.”

“Not true,” Sirius whispers back, almost afraid, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheeks. “I have you, Prongs, Lily, and Rem.”

“And Remus is exactly who we should be with right now,” you reply with a harsh glare. “Not in the common rooms trying to one-up Snape because of some childish rivalry.” With a long sigh and a shake of your head, you push back the dark curls from his face. “The times are cruel, Sirius. We must hold onto what we can.”

His forehead will fall onto your shoulder, and your shirt will be soaked with his tears, but you realize that you will hold him, and all those who’ve captured your heart, until Death himself pries you away from their embrace.) 

But, it all pales in comparison to the horror in Sirius’s eyes when you point at Regulus and Peter, as you utter with absolute conviction, “They are my dearest friends.”

While Peter may have been a traitor in another life, a murderer with blood and guilt staining his hands—he is only a skittish boy in this one. A timid student who hides behind the shadows of his friends. You will not let him go down that path again. The Peter Pettigrew you currently know is a mousy little thing, pun intended, who sneaks in a pouch of sugared jelly worms in the library for you and him to enjoy whilst copying off each other’s Arithmancy homework—you two automatically get perfect marks, seeing as you’ve went through school multiple lifetimes already. Truthfully, when you see him tongue-tied before Mary Macdonald, you can’t envision anything else than a lifeless body and a man apologizing for his sins. But it is hardly fair to condemn Peter for the sins of a life he has not lived—and will never live through, if you have anything to say about. 

A lion protects their pride, and that is what you shall do. Even if it tears you apart in the process. (Healer Robbins won’t be so pleased about that, though.) 

But, perhaps, the most unexpected surprise you’ve received this year is—shockingly—not the news of Dorcas and Marlene dating, and neither is Alice and Frank’s relationship as you have already known that since your first life. It is James, Remus, Lily, and Sirius announcing to the world, with a poorly-written poem for a gnome to recite on Valentine’s Day—courtesy of James Potter himself—that the four of them are in love. In all five lives, that has never happened. Not even Lucius Malfoy can call into question the genuineness of their devotion to one another—and he will not dare to do so in your presence, otherwise he’d find himself at the mercy of you and Narcissa Black.

The four of them are happy as one, and you would die to ensure they stay together until the end of their time. Dark lords be damned. 

An even bigger shock comes when their affection for each other unspokenly extends to you. Not in a manner that equals their rambunctious gestures—because the Marauders don’t do anything half-arsed. (And if they fall in love, they fall without fear.) But in a way that is quiet yet intense, ever-so mindful of your walls—with an intention to break them down slowly and only with your utmost permission. They leave you confused with each day that passes. (You fear that they think you pitiful for having not found a significant other.)

(For months now, your heart is set aflutter just by the sound of their voices—if they look at you as a token charity case, it would tear you apart.) 

Forehead kisses, hand-holding in the corridors, late nights in the kitchen—tipsy on gillywater and the scathe of each other’s touch. Picnics by the lake, bodies intertwined where no one knows where they begin or end. Ventures in the library where not a soul is paying attention to the passages of their textbooks—hushed giggles turning into unrestrained laughter until Madam Pince rounds the corner and has you all thrown out. (How long has it been since you felt so free?) It’s the little things, like your fingers brushing against theirs as you walk side-by-side, or the soft glint in their eyes as they stare at you from across the room—as though you are a jewel to behold. 

It is one thing to know that you are living a life after life—but it is another thing entirely to feel alive when they are nearby. 

You are alive when Remus relaxes on the carpeted floor of the Gryffindor tower, and as you lay on the velvet couch, he draws protection runes on your palm with his finger. When he thinks you’re asleep, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. When the nights are unbearably long and you find a safe haven in his embrace, and he in yours.

You are alive when James cages you in a bear hug after an intense Quidditch match against Slytherin, limp tendrils of hair clinging to his sweat-soaked skin, pressing a series of fervent kisses to the side of your head until his voice is louder than the cries of victory coming from the cheering stands. 

(“Lay back down, James Fleamont Potter,” you command tersely as you push him onto the infirmary bed. You narrow your eyes at the bandages wrapped around his arms and neck, as though it’d personally wronged you. “Don’t even think about getting up,” you quickly add when you notice his droopy eyes staring at the doors—where Sirius, Remus, and Peter have gone off for a night of mischief. With an exaggerated sigh, James will roll his eyes before pulling you into the bed with him.) 

You are alive when Lily scours the Great Hall in the mornings, hair fussed from sleep and her face bare, and when her eyes finally land on you—none misses the way she lights up blindingly, as if she were a poppy flower emerging from the forest floors and all her petals are curling towards the sun. She bounds over to you with a smile that draws everyone in the room to her. And your heart will have no choice but to swell three times its size when Lily falls asleep mid-meal, snoring with her neck bent and a spoon dangling from her mouth. 

You are alive when Sirius dashes across the room to claim you as his Potions partner. He’ll spend the rest of the class with a triumphant grin on his face—sitting on a rickety chair as he lazily admires the view of your backside. And may the Gods help the poor soul who dares to question your work. 

(“See that lovely creature over there?” Sirius will say with a dangerous lilt to his voice, pointing to you who’s quite busy squabbling with Severus and Barty Jr. over frog legs. “They will be the greatest apothecary to ever walk the wizarding world—so watch your tongue, mate.”) 

They are your limbs, the blood in your veins—the ache in your heart. The fires of your soul. And when they are near, you are finally whole. (Healer Robbins certainly won’t like that, either—but this is a thought you shall selfishly keep for yourself.) 

That is why you had come to a decision at the beginning of the year.

“I need to tell you all something,” you say, breaking out of your stupor and finally meeting everyone’s eyes. You meet Sirius’s gaze from where he leans against the wall, his attention on you—and only you. You reckon he notices the way you’re fidgeting nervously with your fingers, gnawing on your lip as you suck in a deep breath. It’s similar to the way he acted when he first told the group about his intentions to run away from his mother. Healer Robbins told you earlier to not dwell on the past—it’s only a thing that time-travelers do, she had said. You suppose there’s no better way to exercise honesty than to tell your loved ones about the secret you have been keeping for the last five lifetimes. You just hope they won’t look at you differently when all is said and done. 

Marlene’s gaze worriedly flickers from you and to the infirmary doors. “Has the mediwitch said something?” 

You shake your head. “There’s something you should know about me.”

Like a badly-written joke, a pack of lions, a snake, and a badger follows you into an empty classroom. They watch with furrowed brows as you cast a silencing charm over the room. You feel the weight of their curiosity as you take a seat in the center, drumming your nails on your lap as everyone moves to do the same. Remus wordlessly takes the seat next to you, as though being by your side is a natural phenomenon—like the shores never straying from the sand. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and you return his kindness with a weary smile. You look at the protective circle that’s somehow formed around you. Marlene, Dorcas, Mary, Xenophilius, Regulus, Lily and the Marauders. (Since when did you gain a family like this in such a short time?) 

“Where do I even begin?” you ask with a shuddery breath. “It might get a bit intense. . . and sad, and I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you. So it’s okay if you aren’t prepared to take this all in yet. I’d understand.” 

“What one of us goes through, we all go through together,” Dorcas vows with her head high. “It’s not the first time we’ve done this, love,” she says, looking at everyone else in the room. “We’re here for you. Always have been. It’s what friends are for, aren’t they? You taught us that. Let us return the favor now.” 

You laugh wetly, eyes crinkling with gratitude. “I suppose you’re right.” 

There is no time like the present.

And if all goes awry, you probably might just jump out of a window and reset everything. (You wouldn’t, really. This life is precious to you more than anything in the world.)

You close your eyes and draw air into your lungs.

No time like the present.

“When I first died, I was only nineteen.” Despite the pinched expressions and soft gasps, you force the words out. You have to. Otherwise, the tale of your lives will be buried with you forever. This is the first time you have ever said the words aloud. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying. “Death Eaters came to Diagon Alley. It all happened so fast, next thing I knew the killing curse was cast straight at me.” 

Regulus flinches, and you offer him an apologetic grimace. 

“But that wasn’t the end,” you continue amidst their horrified wide-eyes—feeling Remus tighten his hold on your hand. You chuckle bitterly. “If it had been, maybe it all would’ve hurt less. When I woke up, I was back in the Gryffindor tower.” 

“What?” Lily frowns as a shadow is cast over her eyes. “But how?” 

“I wish I knew,” you reply with a lodge in your throat, eyes thick with incoming tears. “I really wish I knew. But I woke up back in Hogwarts. I was alive again. Somehow, someway, I was alive. But I was dying.” You shut your eyes, head craning to the ceilings as you swallow back a sob. “Have you felt what it’s like to be burnt alive? That’s what the killing curse is like. And I feel it everyday. When I told the nurses this, I was sent straight to St. Mungo’s. They could not heal what was not found in my body. They called me mad. And there was nothing I could do but believe them. It was like that until I died on an infirmary bed, leather straps around my wrists and legs, forbidden to leave the ward and feel even the sunlight on my face. I was deemed a threat to the others and myself.” 

Lily beats you to the punch and cries into her hands—the harrowing sound torn from her throat. Mary, with her own stream of tears, pulls Lily into a hug. 

“I-I told you it was ugly,” you say timidly, averting your gaze out of remorse. “We can stop here if you’d like.”

“We’re staying,” says Lily with a guttural edge to her words, eyes quickly growing red. 

“Then, in my third life, I died by a. . . Greyback—it was Greyback who killed me.” You intertwine your fingers with Remus’s, who’s gone ashen from the reveal. “It’s alright.”

“The bloody hell do you mean it’s alright?” James bellows, running a hand through his hair as he tears himself from his seat, chest heaving up and down. “None of this is alright! How could you say that? We. . .We should tell Dumbledore or something—or anyone! This shouldn’t have happened to you—it’s just too cruel. . .” 

“I know,” you acquiesce with a low hang of your head. “I know.”

Sirius exhales jaggedly. “Was that the last of it? Of your. . . your deaths?”

“No.” You stare at him with regret. “In my fourth life, I died in a Death Eater ambush.” 

Xenophilius looks like he might faint any second. 

“But in my fifth life, I met some people in the Muggle world,” you explain, remembering kind eyes and wide smiles, a family made in a home far away from magic and wars. “I loved them dearly. When I thought I was being punished by Gods, they gave me peace. They taught me unconditional love and I. . .” You let the tears drip onto your skirt. “I might never find them again, but I’ll never forget them for as long as I live. It was the only death given to me without pain.”

You watch as Lily’s doe-eyes flicker with realization. Three flowers in a watery grave. 

“And here I am now. The end,” you say, forcing a crooked grin as you brush the dust off your school robes. 

No one moves a muscle for the next few minutes. 

You freeze in fear. 

(Have you upset them? Do they see only a talking corpse now?)

The room is suffocatingly quiet and you can’t bear to see the pity or judgment in their eyes—so you run out of the room as though Death himself was hot on your heels. 

They are right behind you—of course, they are. (Where a part of their soul goes, they will follow.)

“Are you angry?” You quietly ask, wrapping your arms around your waist—afraid to turn around and face them. “I would not blame you if you are.” 

“No, not mad. Never.” Lily falls into place by your side, hovering but never stepping past your erected borders. “Maybe at the circumstances. It’s all so unfair. I’m. . . We’re just upset that you had to live through that all alone. To die over and over. I can’t imagine how much it must have hurt each time.” 

You nod, swallowing the urge to crumble on the floor. “Then you’ll understand why. . . why you and I—all of us—I can’t be with you.”

Remus frowns, stepping forward to reach out to you. “What?” 

“Don’t make this any harder than this has to be, please,” you beg, voice hoarse and hands trembling. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sirius presses further, a bitter acid to his words. He looks frightened, almost—guilt instantly pools in your stomach.  

“Don’t you see? Everything is changing!” You exclaim, grateful that you’ve chosen the abandoned corridors of the castle where no one dares to venture on a sunny day. “I can’t protect you if I don’t know what’s to happen next! I’d rather die again than let any of you get hurt.”

“Then don’t!” shouts James, veins straining against his neck, tears of his own glistening within his hazel eyes. “I would rather die than pretend none of what I feel—what we feel—for you isn’t real.” 

“You don’t know what you’re saying, James,” you retort with a sharp scoff. “I’ve no need for a relationship that’s borne from pity or charity.” 

“Pity?” Lily echoes incredulously. “You think I’ve confused love for pity? Is that how low you think of us? After all that we’ve been through?”

“Are you stupid?” Sirius bites back. 

“Excuse me?” you shriek. “Must I spell it out for you? I’m trying to protect you! I am cursed!”

“Not anymore than I am!” Remus bellows with his fists tightly clenched, his canines laid bare and his cheeks lit ablaze. “If you’re cursed, I must be damned. Why can’t you allow yourself the same grace that you’ve given us?” 

You wilt. “I can’t do it, Remus. I just can’t. If I die again, and everything resets—don’t you know how much it will kill me if we start as strangers again?” 

Remus encases you in his warmth, an embrace that promises to keep you safe from all harm. (What good of a monster would he be if he can’t rip apart your fears for you?) “Then we will find you in that life. And every life after that. We’ll use a pensieve, or anything at all—just so we don’t forget.”

You melt in his arms, bathing in his scent of caraway and bergamot. You feel Remus placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “All these things I know. All these lives I’ve lived through. What if I ruin everything in this life?” 

“Then do it,” Lily provokes stubbornly. 

“Ruin me,” James pleads raspingly—a falter in his steps as though he’d get on his knees and beg in an instant just for you to stay with them. “Ruin me as much as you’d like. You would be the most beautiful devastation of my life.” 

And so, you choose them. 

For there was never any other option from the start.

YOU WAKE UP in the dead of the night, sunken in a mattress that is one too small for five people to fit in, leafy vines and fairy lights wrapped around the posters of the bed. Sometime during the night, Lily had thieved the wool blanket for herself. You rest in between her and Sirius, their snores echoing into your ears as the grasshoppers chirp outside. The potted plants will swing from the ceiling as the evening breeze passes by. (You’ll scold James in the morning for leaving the windows open again.) By your feet, is a fat Tabby cat with one eye named Tuna. (Full name: Tuna Belly.) There are moving pictures on the flower-plastered wall, a testament to the life you share—and the life you have fought hard for. Ruffled pillows are strewn across the carpeted floor. Parchments and notes lay askew on the desk table across the room—Remus’s jittery preparation for his first day next week as Hogwarts’s newest professor. 

Remus will catch you wide awake and tuck you into his chest, murmuring, “Rest now. We’ve got an early morning tomorrow for Wormy’s wedding.” 

You’ll hum and relinquish your thoughts for the night, holding onto James hand over Remus’s belly. “I love you,” you’ll whisper. 

Remus will say it back without hesitation—and you know the others feel exactly the same. 

Minutes later, the door will creak open and a tiny shadow will come crawling into the bed, knocking into everyone’s knees and stomach. It’s a little Harry who’s three years old now. He curls under your neck and you will hold him with all the love that six lifetimes can offer and more. 

When you close your eyes, it is a comforting darkness that envelopes you.

(Somewhere in a castle beyond valleys and lakes, locked away in the dusty shelves of Dumbledore’s cupboards, sits a broken Time-Turner that finally stops ticking.)

a/n: i wrote the last 2k words like a woman posessed! LMAO. i have to be at training in 2 hours and i haven't prepared yet. tell me what you thought aaaaa!!!! and yes, your sixth life is your last life so u die happily and in peace mwah mwah. might continue this universe with drabbles, idk. if u spot any mistakes.. ignore it for a bit LMAO, i'll proofread this soon.

This one is so cute😍😍🥺🥺

"(Not) dancing in the moonlight" - teacher!Remus Lupin x teacher!reader

A/N: I was in a desperate need for something soft and winterish so uhhh here have this! <3 Headcanons? Memes? Let’s talk! My asks are here.

Warnings: setting of NYE, post-full moon Remus (minor descriptions of physical and mental discomfort), wit/sarcasm, smoking cigarettes, use of mobility aid, minor description of fireworks (hurt/comfort + fluff - mostly major fluff)

Summary: Professor Remus Lupin and his partner spend a soft NYE evening within the walls of Hogwarts. Turns out being on a teacher night duty isn’t so bad when you’re your pupils’ favourite.

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"On my heart, where you're resting your head.

And you just look so beautiful.

It's like you were an angel.

Can I stop the flow of time?

Can I swim in your divine?

'Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place."

“You’ve got options,” you said, holding up two tea bags for him to see. “Which will it be, darling?”

Remus was sitting on the leather sofa of Gryffindor’s common room with his legs propped up on a wooden coffee table.

Unfortunately, Remus ended up being assigned for a New Year’s Eve teacher duty for Gryffindor. At first, you’d been quite disappointed by the fact that you and Remus couldn’t attend New Year’s Eve ball organized in your beloved restaurant in Hogsmeade. It was your annual tradition to go there ever since you were teenagers. The tradition started after Lily and James had found the restaurant – it wasn’t very popular amongst Hogwarts students since it’s on the fancier side. But after going there once you all made a promise to save some money throughout the year so that all of you could go there at least once a year for the New Year’s Eve party. Lily particularly loved the place for the delicious food. She hadn’t been able to stop raving about it for at least a couple of days back at school.  After their passing it felt mandatory for you and Moony to keep the tradition alive.

Even if it wasn’t for the teacher duty your plans would have changed anyway – full moon had fallen right after Christmas leaving Remus drained both physically and mentally. So, the change of plans kind of worked out for the better in a way. The idea of loud crowds and dancing was obviously out of the question. As much as you wanted to enjoy an evening out, you were glad to be with him in a way that didn’t push him beyond what he could handle.

Remus squinted across the room, clearly trying to see what you were holding up, but then he gave up with a small sigh. Leaning forward, he reached for his cane and slowly made his way towards you. The soft taps of the cane against the wooden floor were the only sound besides the crackle of the fireplace.

When he reached you, he stood for a moment, his head tilting as he scanned the options you held in your hands.

“Hmm,” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smile as he reached out. He plucked one of the tea bags from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours with a warmth that gave you butterflies.

“I’ll take this one.” He watched you as you carefully poured water into your mugs. You turned over your shoulder to shoo him away and make him settle on the sofa comfortably, careful not to spill the boiling hot water over yourself.

Just as you were about to hand him his mug, the portrait hole creaked open. The cold outer air mixed in with the warm, pine-scented air within the common room.

You turned your head, half-expecting it to be the Fat Lady herself popping in to complain about something. Instead, three familiar figures shuffled in, trying - and failing to move quietly.

Ron tripped, stumbling over the hem of his own robe.

“Shhh!” Hermione hissed, quickly grabbing his arm to steady him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Ron whispered back, louder than necessary.

She sent him a deathly glare in response.

Harry, stuck in the middle, shot both of them an irritated look before glancing towards the sofa. His blue eyes widened when he spotted you and Remus, clearly realizing they weren’t as sneaky as they thought.

“Weee- we. Umm we-- weren’t expecting anyone to be up.” he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Remus raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Clearly…There’s nothing more subtle than tripping over your own feet, whisper-shouting, and holding the portrait hole open like you’re inviting Filch in for tea.”

You tried really hard not to laugh at your husband's remark. His quick wit was one of the main reasons why you fell for him in the first place.

Ron turned bright red.

“We weren’t doing anything! Just, uh, checking to see if—”

“You’re sneaking out." you interrupted, crossing your arms completely unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. Their shenanigans reminded you so much of yourself and the rest of marauders back in the day.

“No, we’re not!” Ron protested, which would’ve been more convincing if Hermione didn’t shoot him a sharp don’t-lie-to-a-teacher look.

“Alright, fine. WE ARE sneaking out…” Harry said. Honesty was the best approach in this situation.

“We just wanted to watch the fireworks over the lake. We’ll come right back, I promise.”

You exchanged a glance with Remus, who took a slow sip of his tea, clearly dragging out the suspense just to mess with them. You poked his side noticing Hermione’s pale face.

“Well,” he finally said, setting the mug down, “Fireworks over the lake, huh? Sounds nice."

“But let me guess — you haven’t thought this plan all the way through, have you?” Remus continued.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron asked defensively.

“We have!” Hermione said quickly, holding up a piece of fabric.

“We’ve got the invisibility cloak.”

Remus tilted his head, looking at the cloak with mock seriousness.

“And how, exactly, are you planning to fit all three of you under it?”

Ron looked down at his feet.

“It might be a liiiittle bit snug.” You shook your head.

“Remus, just let them go. If they get caught, they will have something funny to talk about.”

Remus sighed dramatically, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“Fine. But,” he said, pointing a finger at them, “if you get caught, don’t come crying to me and professor Y/N.”

“Deal!” Harry said quickly, nudging Ron and Hermione back toward the portrait hole.

“Happy New Year!” Ron called over his shoulder.

“Don’t stay up too late professor Lupin — you’re looking a bit peaky! Good night professor Lupin II! Love you both!”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head.

The portrait closed, and you tucked yourself into his side.

“I swear to merlin that boy has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.”

He looked down to search through his pocket to grab his cigarette box and a lighter.

“We’re such pushovers for them.” You said laughing.

“Maybe so,” he admitted with a sincere smile.

He held out his cigarette box motioning to the balcony.

“Fancy a smoke ma’am?”

“Baaad, bad influence Lupin.“

He smirked, lighting his cigarette as he held the balcony door open for you.

“I’ve been called worse.”

You stepped out into the crisp night air, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“But ‘bad influence’ suits you tonight.” He lit your cigarette.

“Only on special occasions.” he said with a grin, blowing a stream of smoke.

“I can’t believe Ron called me ‘Professor Lupin II’.”

“See? You’re the second Lupin on the list. Maybe being soft isn’t so bad hun.“

You nudged him lightly with your elbow. He wrapped his arm around your waist and huffed with laughter into your hair.

In the distance, you could see the first flash of fireworks lighting up the sky over the lake, shimmering almost like falling stars, leaving a trail of glowing sparks that slowly disappeared into the night.

“Happy new year love.”

Thank you for reading! stay whelmed xx

𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

The Marauders x Reader

You lie still, your body heavy beneath the weight of the blankets, but it’s the emotional weight pressing down on you that keeps you rooted to the bed. The room is dim, the soft light of the late afternoon sun barely cutting through the curtains. The world feels distant, muffled, like it’s all happening somewhere far away that you can’t reach.

You haven't felt like getting up for days. Your thoughts are tangled, and your heart seems too tired to care. It’s been a struggle, and every time you close your eyes, the darkness seems to take over just a little more.

But today... today something is different.

You hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching, followed by a familiar voice, the one that always manages to make you feel just a little less alone. It's Sirius, though his voice is quieter than usual. He knows you’ve been struggling, and he doesn’t want to push, not when you’re clearly hurting so much. “Hey, you still with us?” he asks gently, his head peeking around the doorframe. His messy hair falls in front of his eyes, and you can see the concern etched on his face, even in the dim light.

You don’t respond, not at first, but you don’t need to. He knows.

Behind him, James slips in, his usual exuberance toned down today, as if he too recognizes the weight that hangs in the air. His eyes are softer than usual as he sits at the edge of your bed, carefully, like he’s afraid the wrong move might break something in you. “We brought snacks,” he says lightly, as if the mention of food could somehow bridge the gap between where you are and where they want you to be. But you don’t react, not right away.

Sirius sits next to you on the other side, his presence warm and comforting. “It’s okay, you know,” he says quietly, and you can feel the sincerity in his words, like he’s trying to make sure you understand. “You don’t have to say anything. Just... just let us be here.”

You want to reach out, but your hands feel frozen, as though they might crumble if you try. But somehow, Remus is there too, sitting beside James, his calm voice breaking through the silence. “We’re not going anywhere. You don’t have to be alone with this.”

And just like that, the space around you feels a little less cold. The three of them settle in around you, not asking you to speak, not demanding anything from you, just offering themselves—offering their company, their support, their friendship.

You feel Sirius nudge you lightly, a playful smile in his voice. “So, what do you say, then? You up for a game of wizard’s chess? I promise I’ll let you win this time.”

James chuckles, rolling his eyes. “As if. We all know you’ll win anyway, Padfoot. You always do.”

“Not the point, Prongs,” Sirius teases, nudging you again. “It’s about the fun. Let’s just sit here for a while, yeah?”

You finally look up, meeting his eyes, and there’s no judgment there—only a quiet understanding. The same goes for James, who gently sets down the snacks, and Remus, whose presence alone seems to soothe the ache inside you.

You don’t have to say anything, not now. You know they’ll stay with you, no matter how long it takes for the fog to lift. There’s no rush. No pressure.

You feel a flicker of something—something warm, something that feels a little like hope.

Maybe it’ll take time to feel like yourself again. Maybe it’ll take time for the weight to lift. But you don’t have to carry it alone.

And that, in itself, is enough.

Imagine spending the summer with the Marauders...

" Stop it James" Mrs. Potter scolded slapping him lightly on the arm while you all laughed. "Come on Mum! Its nothing they haven't seen before" he said earning another slap and a chuckle from his Father. "Now you five run along, go to the store or something, take 5 pounds out of my wallet and we don't want you lot back till dinner you hear?" Mr. Potter called as you ran to the front door with the rest of the boys. "What are we gonna buy?" You asked while James chuckled " I don't know, Boys?" He asked while they all called out different answers.