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Hellooo if you don’t do requests totally ignore this rn, but if you doooo I have a request for hockey player!Abby Anderson and cheerleader reader 👀

So basically Abby is watching her practise and some other girl in the squad runs into her on the ice and reader gets injured, Abby then is the concerned gf ofc and takes care of r??

You could do it so the girl who ran into R did it on purpose for some reason to add spice but that’s not necessary, have a good day/night!! :)

playing dirty

abby anderson x reader

cw : descriptive injuries, angst, cheerleaders being horrible, abby is stressed tf OUTTT, blood, again skating injuries read at your own discretion. hockey!au. modern!au. abby lowkey is rich bc her dads a surgeon.

a/n : this got less fluffy more serious and im so sorry !! I got super carried away so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it! also its not proofread in the slightest.

wc : 2.2k

Abby had a habit of tagging along with you on long practice days, spending her time watching the team go over their routine or doing homework silently so as to not disturb anyone. It was a guilty pleasure, to be completely honest, as she loved to watch you do your thing on the ice- wondering how someone so usually reserved could shine so brightly under pressure. If she’d had the gall, she would've compared you to a diamond. That seemed to be less than fitting, seeing as there was no time in your life she could ever consider you rough or dull. To her, no matter what you were doing, it was showstopping.

It was no different today, she sat on the far side of the rink in silence as her airpod blared music into her ear. She’d gotten into the habit of using one instead of two in case she was needed, which was rare, but it did happen. At some point, the words of 'let it die' by the foo-fighters faded from her attention as she brought herself to peer through the plexiglass to scan the groups of girls for you. She usually had a knack for finding you almost instantly, but today you seemed to be tucked somewhere she couldn’t see as the music for the first routine began to blare over the speakers.

She couldn’t recognize the song as she watched the groups skim over the ice gracefully, performing stunts she was sure she’d never be able to do even with the amount of training she’d been through on the ice. It always put your dedication into perspective, long nights in the rink mixed with early morning workout sessions to keep you at your best- it took a lot to do what you did but you never complained. Not once had she ever seen you unhappy about what you do, with that, she made a mental note to herself to tell you more often how much she admired you.

You, on the other hand, were not feeling so graceful. With a face full of stray hairs from your impossibly loose bun and a uniform coated in tiny ice shards from the girl in front of you digging her skates into the ice- you’d almost had enough. It wasn’t often you had bad days at practice, but when it rained it poured. Seeing as a monsoon seemed to be occurring, you’d been pushing as hard as you could to just make it through this practice and take it back home in one piece. Though, it seemed to be increasingly difficult when the girl before you (yeah, ice shard girl) kept doing her spins a little too loosely and letting her blades come a little too close to your legs.

“Okay, listen, you guys are too far apart. I think we need to come in a little closer.” The coach called out, halting the music before it even got to the halfway mark. That was a clear sign that she hated what was happening, seeing as she at least gave it to the halfway mark to really come together. More stopping meant longer practice which meant Abby would have to carry you home in a bucket of your own tears by the time you were allowed to leave the ice.

You huffed slightly, pushing back the flyaways in a manner that did relatively nothing, before getting back to your original mark. By now, the girl in front of you was so close you could hear her snippy chatter with who you could assume was her friend on her left side.

“She’s totally blocking you from spinning.”

“No, because I was literally thinking the same thing, like, she needs to get it together.”

“For real, like first she shows up to practice looking like that, and now she’s being a total clutz on the ice.”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if you-”

The music beginning drew you from their not-so-private conversation, pushing your mind back to the task at hand before allowing yourself a small glance towards the benches. From your spot, you could see your girlfriend shuffling music on her phone before bringing her attention back to the ice- watching carefully.

Abby was a little bored, her usual girlfriend watching activities halted by the change in density- making it ten times harder for her to find you, so she bobbed back and forth between half-assing her chemistry homework and watching the routine play out. Not that she minded, either way, she’d be able to take you home tonight and admire you then- as she always did. Some might call her cheesy or overly affectionate but she knew you didn’t mind, even liking the way she’d always look for you in a crowd.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You hissed quietly, barely audible over the music as you just barely missed the girl in front of you’s skate. She’d released too early and you weren’t in place to be out of the way just yet, causing the blade to almost skim the sensitive skin of your ankle before you moved away and into your next mark. If you didn’t know any better, you’d be thinking that she was doing it on purpose- but that just wasn’t possible. Everyone on the team knew how dangerous blade cuts were, especially since you had to sit through an entire hour-long seminar on rink safety to even audition for the team.

Even the idea made you wince, urging you to fuck up choreo just to avoid her completely. It was definitely an option. Though, you didn’t get to think about it too long before you felt yourself hit the ice.

Abby watched the entire thing, mouth wide open as she saw the girl's leg fall too early during her move to slash a gash across your thigh. She couldn’t find the will to breathe as she jerked her lone airpod out and let her things fall to the ground before practically throwing herself onto the ice. She’d barely made it onto the ice before she heard a terrified scream fall from your mouth, probably from the sight of the blood that had begun to spill from your thigh and onto the ice. “Oh shit.”

You didn’t feel it until you saw it, eyes glazing over at the sight of the cut. It didn’t look deep enough to need stitches but it sure as hell was deep enough to cause a scene- drawing a scream from your lips unconsciously as the blood created a massive red spot on the previously pristine ice, the sight was enough to make you faint- but as you glanced around for help you saw the other girls staring horrified.

“Girls, get out of the way!” Your coach shouted, pushing past them with a first aid kit that seemed to manifest out of nowhere. You didn’t even see her leave the ice, she was so fast. She knelt down beside you, ignoring the blood as it seeped into her sweatpants.

You almost fainted, vision slightly blurry as you let your head fall back on the ice, only coming into focus when you saw a familiar silhouette pushing past your teammates who stood, continuing to stare, at the scene. “Abby, hey.” You murmured, watching as she audibly reacted to the depth of the cut.

“Did someone call a fucking ambulance?” She shouted, startling a couple of the girls who were close enough to be useful. Her face was two shades paler, making her look sickly as she tried to remain calm. As a hockey player, she’d seen far too many skate incidents, learning that the blades were more than enough to break the skin and even arteries if aimed correctly. That seemed to be her biggest fear now, as she watched the coach clean and dress the wound temporarily. Though, as the gauze met your wound it soaked with crimson, making her stomach churn slightly.

You bit back a morbid laugh, swallowing thickly as you spared a quick glance at your uniform that now sported random splotches of blood that you guessed splattered when the initial impact happened. It was comical considering how many times you’d chided Abby in the past couple of weeks about wearing her padding properly, worried about this exact result. For some reason, you never even considered that it would happen to you. Funny how things pan out.

The coach shed her jacket, dropping it onto the ice to soak up some of the blood before pressing down onto the cut to provide some pressure- much to your dismay. “Did she stutter? Go call an ambulance for Christ's sake.” She sighed, glancing up to see how you seemed to be doing- letting out a relieved breath to see that you were still conscious.

“Hey.” Abby hummed quietly, hearing the music cut off finally and the rink fall into silence only disturbed by quiet murmuring. She moved her hands to push the hair from your sweaty forehead, feeling in the same brush the chill that had entered your skin. “When I said ‘cut it up’ I didn't mean it so literally.” She attempted a joke, her laugh coming out uneasy as she referenced your conversation from earlier.

You laughed quietly, giving a small shrug as you began to regain some color to your face. “What can I say? I follow instructions to a T.” The patch-up job your coach did seemed to be working as you felt your body will with warmth again, attempting to fight off the icy chill of the ice below you (not to mention your sudden lack of blood).

She shook her head, biting the inside of her lip roughly before glancing around at the girls. The girl responsible looked like she was going to be ill, her bloody skate discarded on the floor by the exit as she regained her composure. “Hey, how did this happen?” She spoke again, leaning down slightly to cover some of her words. Though, yes, she did see the girl drop her leg too early- something seemed off to her. The entire situation having been weird from the start.

“Too close, that girl kept getting mad that I was fucking up her spins or something.” You whispered, glancing over to where they sat now- facing away from the ice. “They were talking shit about me before we restarted the routine.” You told her, leaving out all of the mostly unimportant details.

Abby clicked her tongue against her teeth, nodding slightly as she looked back down at you, giving you a soft smile. “No need to worry about that, pretty.” She hummed, hearing the sound of sirens getting closer to the rink. Someone she didn’t notice must've finally called, thank god. “You took that like a champ though, I've seen grown men pass out from cuts smaller than that.” She praised, watching as the blush color rose back into your cheeks- making her let out a small sigh of relief.

“Will you call my parents and let them know what happened? They were supposed to come see me perform at the game this weekend but I don't think that's gonna happen.” You asked, attempting to sit up but failing as it sent a sharp pain through your leg. You made a mental note to sue that girl, especially if this caused your exit from cheering. “I don’t want them to worry though.”

She nodded, tearing her eyes from yours as she watched the paramedics enter and hustle down the walkway to the rink. “Of course, pretty girl. You focus on them, okay? I’ll follow behind them in the car so I can take you home afterward.” She explained, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before getting to her feet to move out of their way.

Abby let you fade from her sight as she focused her attention on the girls who sat unmoving in the team lot. She didn't know them personally but she sure as hell was about to as she shuffled over to the exit door- taking them by surprise momentarily.

“The fuck do you want?” One of them, the less bright one she assumed, spoke- causing the other girl to shush her almost instantly.

She sat nervously on the bench, one skate still laced and firmly on her foot whilst the other one leaked blood onto the ice right outside the door. If Abby didn’t know any better, she would've thought it was an accident. Based on the reaction from the girl now and the sight of it all, though her friends reaction solidified her original assumptions. “Allison, just shut up.” She stated firmly, voice trembling as she wrung her hands. “We’re so sorry, It was just supposed to be-”

“Shut up and listen,” Abby growled, leaning down to their level as she prepared to spell out what was going to happen to them. “You are going to go to coach and tell her exactly what happened, I’ll know if you lie because I fucking watched it. Then, you’re going to go home and wait for my fucking lawyers to call. Think you could do that?”

Was it maybe overkill, yes. Did she care, absolutely not.

The girls nodded, faces warped into a mortified look as they scampered back onto the ice- the main girl almost tripping on her discarded skate.

Abby drew her phone from her pocket, shooting her dad a quick SOS text before dialing up your parents, listening to the dull tone ring before your mother finally picked up.

“Hey! Not to worry you but..”

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mfw this man who is capable of unimaginable violence and anger and destruction fulfils his life's purpose as some teenage girl's lame dad

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PAPARAZZI- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Dark! Perv! Peter x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: as the outgoing, spontaneous cheerleader of the school, you arent too familiar with quieter people, such as peter parker. he sure is familiar with you though. soon, the photos and obsessions give him the courage to talk to you, which leads into his darker desires coming true.

WARNING. THIS CONTAINS DARKER CONTENT, SUCH AS STALKING AND MANIUPLATION. READ WITH CAUTION. 

Warnings: SMUT, stalking, public masturbation, stealing of panties, masturbation with panties, booze and drugs mentioned, swearing, maniplation/ slight gaslighting, pet names, heavy praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, corruption/ innocent kink, teasing/ playing with reader through panties, panties used as gag, mocking, taking pictures of reader while asleep, mentions of diff sex postitions, spanking, plugs and collars, mirror sex etc

“i’m your biggest fan, i’ll follow you until you love me- papa-paparazzi baby, there’s no other superstar, you know that i’ll be… your papa-paparazzi” - paparazzi, lady gaga

One of the first words you had ever said to Peter Parker had been a lie. 

A white one, something small and one that you had believed. 

But not him.

 He knew it was a lie that had slipped from your lips, clear as day as he snapped the photo with his Nikon. I’m not very photogenic. 

Those were the words of warning you gave him as he asked for a photo of you for the yearbook, a shy smile blooming across your face as he insisted. 

No one is ever un-photogenic. It’s the photographer that can make it that way. he had reassured, flexing his bicep as he ran his fingers nervously through his hair.

 Those weren’t the words he wanted to say, but they’d have to do. What he really wanted to say, the truthful answer was probably not something your innocent, soft persona was ready to hear yet. 

You are the most captivating person I’ve ever seen, and I look at your beautiful body any chance I can get without seeming like a full-on weirdo, imagining what you look like under those clothes. So yes, you are photogenic. Very, very photogenic. 

That would have to wait until a much later date, when you knew him better. When you would understand how photogenic you were, because he’d make you understand.

 “Peter?” you asked shyly, drawing his attention back to the present moment, breaking him from his trance about how your legs would look slung across his shoulders as he pounded into you. 

You knew his name. God, wait until you were moaning it. 

“Yea, yea sorry, just got distracted.” he smiled, making you giggle as he brought the camera up to face, eyes staring you down through the viewfinder as he snapped the picture of you smiling by the football field. 

A cheerleader in her natural element. 

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i need someone talented to write a jegulus/wolfstar fame au where james is an a-list actor working on a movie with nepo baby regulus who’s new on the scene and media fave lily and right when reg and james start to have feelings for each other the director approaches james and lily to do a pr relationship and just tons of jealous reggie. and ofc sirius is always on set for james but remus is there as a production assistant and they are just sneaking around and kissing behind trailers.

oh sirius is defff like a super model and a hollywood fave, sorta like cr sirius for the hallows.

actually maybe i’ll start writing this.

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okay no one judge but like i kinda have a weird feeling that dorcas’ parents are like either super high ranking officials for riddle, or… maybe she’s related to riddle in some way??? just a thought

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everytime regulus calls james 'baby' my life is suddenly okay. yes this fic is tearing me apart but we got reg calling him baby. suddenly it's all okay.

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Regulus trying to flirt: I like your name

James being oblivious: Thanks, I got it for my birthday

Barty: Are you sure you want this one?

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happy 31k, lovely jade♥︎ if it pleases you, could i please request such a strange girl and i need a ride with my love bassist!remus? maybe someone made a comment online about her personality/the way she dresses and she gets really upset and tries changing to be better for remus? up to you though of course lovely

join luveline's halloween party ♡

thank u!! and tysm for ur req ♡ bassist!remus x ditzy!fem!reader

You're crying when Remus gets home. He's only ever seen you cry a handful of times, and each is as achingly awful as the first.

"Dove, what's going on?"

For a moment he worries you're leaving him. You've gathered all your clothes, lots and lots of clothes, your shoes, even your underwear, into a pile on the floor, and are kneeling with a hand pressed to either cheek. But there's no bags being packed, just you and your tears.

"What have you lost?" he asks gently, rounding your pile of things to bend at the waist and steal your face, transference from your hands to his. He thumbs at your cheeks, hot tears kissing his palms. "Don't cry so much, sweetheart, we'll find whatever it is."

You suck in a shaky breath. "I haven't lost anything. M'just- m'just..." Tears pool in your eyes, your eyebrows pulling together in a delicate distress.

Remus still has his bass on his back, the heavy weight of its case pressing into his spine as he drops onto his knees and wipes your fresh tears. He hadn't had time to put it down.

"What's the matter?" he asks, employing his best stern tone.

He finds it very difficult to be stern with you and often times you don't pay any mind anyhow, but your face screws a little tighter and you press your cheek to his hand.

"There's a blog page about me. About my outfits."

His stomach turns into a pit. "Right."

"They said I must be stark-raving mad to dress like this. N' you must be worse, to stay with me."

"Right," he says again. Remus doesn't get very angry these days, but he's propelled toward rage rather quickly at your admission.

"So I'm getting rid of all my weird clothes." Your voice cracks cruelly in the very worst place.

He uses his thumb to guide your chin up. "Dove. Do you like how you dress?"

"I don't want to be weird."

"But do you like how you dress?"

You nod sadly.

"Then you don't have to change."

Your chest heaves with a badly contained sob. Remus shushes you gently and pulls you toward his neck, wrapping a placating arm across the tops of your shoulders to keep you close. He hates how cruel people are, he hates that you've been ridiculed by people who don't know a single thing about you, and he really hates how your shoulders shake under his hands.

"I love how you dress," he murmurs, lips pressed to the top of your head. "Love everything about you."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? I just do. I love all your pretty skirts, your blouses, your funny t-shirts." He speaks slowly, letting each declaration sink in before continuing to the next. "I love how weird you can be. Weird isn't bad, it's fun. And on you, it's beautiful."

Your hands grab at his waist familiarly. He loves this, too, the selfish way you hug, how you want to be touching all of his torso at the same time.

"Are you sure?"

He hums. "Mh-hm. Put me on the stand, I'll say the same thing." He kisses the top of your head.

He doesn't suppose his reassurances can erase the humiliation that comes with being a spectacle online like that. He's so mad about it he's trying not to think of it, wondering who he can't talk to about getting stuff like that taken down. Lily will know somebody who knows somebody, but if it happened once it'll happen again.

He waits for you to calm down. He doesn't mind that it takes a long time, that you wind yourself back up midway through, hiding in his hair. When you're mostly quiet, Remus encourages your head back enough to see your tearstained face again.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

You nod and kiss him. It's a very sweet kiss as most of your kisses are, chaste but firm, the dampness on your cheek pressing to his as you push that little bit closer.

"Sorry for making a mess," you apologise.

He frowns at your thick voice. "That's alright," he soothes, hand running down your arm. "But, if you really wanna make it up to me, there's something we can do."

You nod eagerly. That's how you end up in a three hour fashion show, mixing and matching different pieces and styles. Some outfits are surprisingly lovely, some are downright awful.

Remus takes a picture of his favourite ensemble.

It's a biased choice. You're wearing a Marauders t-shirt from the last tour and a midi skirt he adores, your black tights with tiny hearts made of a darker denier hiding underneath. All trace of upset has been erased by an unending wave of praise and stolen kisses. You're beaming.

He posts the photo on his socials with a simple caption, 'stark raving mad about you,' and turns his phone off completely. If anybody needs him, he'll be busy kissing you silly, weird clothes included.

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tattooartist!remus takes you to drinks with the people he works with. there’s other tattoo artists there that he doesn’t really know. you start talking to some of them to seem like the nice!girlfriend. but one of them is a lowkey douche. just straight up flirting with you. saying shit like god your skin is so lovely, i’d love to tattoo you one day. which literally makes no sense. remus just fucking snorts next to you. you don’t really realise that he’s flirting though. eventually remus is taking you home and he’s all tense and fuming. and you’re like baby, what’s the matter? and he’s like i’m taking you home to tattoo my initials on you so everyone knows who you belong to.

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Perv! Marauders

Perv! Marauders (minus Peter) x fem!reader

Warnings: Sexual content, perverted things, looking up skirts, ogling, panty stealing, mentions of sex and masterbation, language.

Note:  I made the quidditch sweaters have a number and last name on the back like jerseys 💚

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therapy isn’t enough, i need tickets to the eras tour

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Lily: Why are there little handprints on the wall?

James, to baby Harry: Why are there little handprints on the wall?

Baby Harry: ceBause, i hAVe lITtLe hAns!

James, to Lily: Because he has little hands.

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Marauders Band AU Headcanons

Notes: I wrote this all within an hour. I couldn’t decide on whether Sirius would be the guitarist or the singer so I’ve written for him as both.

Tw: Most of these are sexual in one way or another

-Bassist!Remus would get you to sit on the edge of the amp whilst the band practices so that you can feel the vibrations in your clit. He’d smirk every so often seeing you try to keep your noises in so as not to alert the others how stimulated you were getting

-Drummer!James doing tricks with his drumsticks because he loves to see the admiration on your face whenever he does a new one

-Guitarist!Sirius would spend hours practicing the intricate new riff he came up with by using your clit to work out the timing. It feels like torture feeling his fingers work the right spot several times before moving away and leaving you on the edge

-Singer!Sirius getting frustrated at not being able to get the vibrato right on a new song he’s working on so decides to practice by eating you out, humming the tune into your clit until he feels that he can get the perfect vibrato for a particular verse or chorus

-Drummer!James pulling you into his lap on his break whilst he’s all sweaty to ask if you’d enjoyed the new beat he came up with

-Bassist!Remus taking off his sweater and giving it to you during an outdoor concert because he doesn’t want you to get cold, the top he wears underneath shows the definition of his biceps and you can’t wait until later when you can finally jump him

-Guitarist!Sirius telling you about this cool new guitar pick that he found and hypes it up asking if you would like to experience it. The pick vibrates, the vibration is music reactive and is the perfect size to put into your underwear so that you can experience Sirius’ band practice in a whole new stimulating way

-Drummer!James sits you on his lap, gives you some drumsticks and tells you to copy him whenever he sees you looking bored

-Singer!Sirius pulling you in for a kiss every time there’s a break in the song, as his band mates keep playing. He’ll get you all riled up from a passionate kiss before suddenly pulling away to sing the next lines of the song

-Bassist!Remus refuses to let you hear his latest new riff until your panties are in his pocket, then he casually checks your pussy afterwards to see how wet it’s gotten, if it’s sopping then he keeps the riff, if it’s not as wet as usual then he’ll change it or come up with a new one curious as to which notes and tempos make you the most aroused

-Singer!Sirius winking at you whilst he’s singing particularly dirty lines knowing how it makes you ache

-Drummer!James would get you to christen every new set of drumsticks he bought by fucking yourself with them until you get yourself off

-Guitarist!Sirius getting you to wear his rings whilst he plays because he doesn’t want to lose them. He promises a reward later if you manage not to drop them which can be difficult given the amount that he tends to have on him

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I fear that if the marauders lived in modern times, James and Sirius would go around Hogwarts with a microphone and camera, interviewing students

James (shoving a microphone into Remus’ face): I’m here today with Hogwarts student, Remus Lupin. Say hi Remus.

Remus (annoyed): Hi

Sirius: So the question of the day is, gay son or thot daughter?

Remus: You should ask Euphemia since she has both

Sirius (scowling): Bitch

James (motioning to the first year Gryffindor he bullied into recording for them): Cut the cameras NOW

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[ *sirius and regulus are walking side by side* ]

regulus : as a loyal person to family traditions, i'm sleeping with your brother.

sirius : *smacks regulus at the back of his head*

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i’m literally crying stop itt

“James Potter, is a spoilt, entitled, foolhardy boy. One time, when he was five, he walked in on Monty and I kissing, and promptly threw up on the floor. I will never quite forgive him for this. 

Lily Evans is a down right sensible girl. To my knowledge she has never broken any major rules. She is endlessly selfless and kind. Over the past six months I have had the pleasure of working with her, and I can tell you now, she is one of the bravest people I have ever met. To an outsider, this marriage is not evenly matched at all, and that this couple is doomed to separate. 

But as anyone who has spent more than five minuets with these two could tell you, they were in all respects of the phrase, made for each other. Over the past three years of James truly loving Lily, he has grown to be a mature, somewhat sensible boy. As his good friend Remus Lupin once put it, he has the ego the size of a lake, and a heart to match it. 

All this is to say that, while to the untrained eye these two will never work, those of us who know them know that their love and their devotion to each other and there friends will never cease. That they will continue to love each other until their dying breaths and far beyond then. I have watched you both grow over the years from childish teenagers to slightly less childish adults, and I could not be more proud of what you have both become. I wish you both the best for a long and happy marriage. I love you both with all my heart. To Lily an James!”

- Euphemia Potter’s wedding speech, James and Lily’s wedding, 1979. 

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dudeeee, i’m crying now. this is not how i wanted to start my morning

but in another life, they'd get to live. they'd get to be happy and to love and be normal in ways that, during a war, they hadn't been allowed to be.

sirius and remus would have gotten married. they had dreamt of it. they had wanted a winter wedding. they would have moved next to the sea, somewhere in wales, not too far away from st. davids, remus' hometown. they would have taken care of their cat, cecilia, and they would have gotten to take care of her baby, juno, too.

dorcas and marlene would have been happy together. they wouldn't have gotten married, but they would have taken care of their children (by that, they meant their dogs). they'd be the aunts of the children that their friends would have. they would have travelled the world, so many beautiful places to see.

james, lily, and regulus would have vowed to love each other more than anything else in the world. it had been james and lily who had done it, but regulus missed. he wouldn't miss again, though. they'd have three beautiful kids together, and they'd run around the house trying to catch naughty children on brooms.

peter would have taken care of everyone the way he always knew to. he would have opened his own place, he would have worked the way he wanted to, no matter what it was, but it would have been warless. he would have been an amazing uncle. he would have read stories to the kids of his friends and kissed them goodnight.

mary wouldn't have been alone. she would have gone out with her friends every friday and not care about the day of tomorrow, because there was no danger lurking around the corner anymore. she'd stain the cheeks of her found family with red lipstick and they'd all laugh about it, joyous over a life that hadn't been theirs to have.

in another life, they'd get to live.