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[jamesaday]

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[hirayalore]

the one where sirius black escapes from azkaban and finds you.

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

rating: PG-15

content: angst, established relationship au

warning/s: swearing, kinda canon, and once more a lot of angst!!!!

note. well,,,, it’s abvious that your girl is going through it shdjshdjhs i basically have a lot of sirius imagines in my brain that i would like to write. this is the second fic i wrote that has a similar theme of sirius being reunited with a lover after he escaped azkaban and it’s likely that it won’t be the last hehehe

Sirius knew that it wasn’t wise to be here.

And yet here he was, in his Animagus form, watching you as you took your usual evening stroll at the park near your apartment building.

He was aware that after the war—after the death of Lily and James, after almost all of your friends who were part of the Order met the same demise, after his imprisonment because of what Peter Pettigrew made everyone believe—you moved to a small and quiet Muggle village, far from the wizarding world that tore you apart and changed you for the worse.

From what he has observed for days now, you were working at this old bookshop that was run by a family friend. You were some sort of assistant, arranging the books being delivered every other week and looking after the store throughout the day, acting as the cashier and all. You always wore different light colored blouses during your shift, tucked in faded jeans and matched with beige sandals, as if it was some sort of prescribed uniform that you had to wear during working hours.

Sirius could remember how the world felt like it stopped spinning when he first caught a glimpse of you again, finally finding you after weeks of trying to locate where you might have fled to. Despite how your face has matured over time and your aura has grown to be more sophisticated, he still saw the girl he fell in love with at Hogwarts, and it caused his heart to ache a thousand times more.

Nonetheless, he supposed that this new life was better for you.

You were no longer at risk to be hurt or in danger now that you were here. He could see that you were contented, that you were healed in some way after everything that you experienced—but he couldn’t deny that a small part of him wished that you at least stayed in contact with someone from the Order, knowing that it would assure Sirius that you were being looked after and wasn’t completely on your own.

Slowly following you to the bakery you often visited to grab something to eat, Sirius stopped across the street and sat there on the pavement, gazing at you from the window.

To passersby, he appeared like an intimidating large black dog waiting for his owner to come get him again. It was due to his eye-catching guise that there were people who looked at him anxiously as they walked along his path, or those who purposely avoided marching too close in fear of being mauled or chased after.

He paid them no attention whatsoever. All that mattered to him was you—and how when you turned to your left, gaze flickering outside the bakery and coincidentally landing on Sirius, he saw the instant flash of recognition that spread on your features, causing his furry black ears to shoot straight up.

****

You almost dropped the paper bag being handed to you by the cashier at the sight of the black dog on the other side of the street.

It can’t be… you told yourself, swallowing hard as the dog began to stand up from its sitting position and turn away, now walking towards the bushes where you could easily lose sight of it.

You might have been living peacefully at this Muggle town you’ve grown accustomed with over the years, have done a great job in mingling with Muggles and pretending to be one of them, but it has been two weeks since a copy of the Daily Prophet arrived at your doorstep that told you of Sirius’ escape from Azkaban, and it has easily brought you back to the world that you wished you could easily forget.

Hence, every part of you was screaming that it was him.

That the black dog you just made eye contact with was Sirius Black.

No matter how many years it has been, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of something familiar—something long forgotten that it overwhelmed you for a quick second before you found yourself running out of the bakery, sprinting to where the black dog had gone. 

You ran as fast as you could, heart pounding inside your chest, chasing after him even though you have completely lost track of where he decided to go.

You ran around the area until your knees gave out, until you had yourself convinced that maybe you were only seeing things and it wasn’t a black dog that you saw earlier.

You stopped running at an alleyway, now covered in sweat as you tried regulating your breathing from the marathon you just did. Your chest made it seem like it was close to giving out, and your eyes were stinging from either the cold or the realization of how much you needed to see Sirius.

As you turned your heel around, about to walk back to your apartment and gather your thoughts there, a shadowed figure was standing before you a few steps away, his hair long and matted, his clothes tattered and large.

You stopped breathing.

“Sirius?” you whispered, taking a purposeful step forward.

He didn’t move. He remained frozen in place as you approached him, reaching to where he was and courageously placing your palms against his cheeks, a gesture meant to check if he was really here like your eyes were showing you.

Sirius closed his eyes, inhaling sharply at the contact, and without words spoken, you pulled him close, hauling his head down to lay on your shoulder and embracing him tightly as you let out a surprised gasp at what was happening at this moment.

When you fled from your old life, you swore you never wanted to go back. You were convinced that it was no use staying when everybody was against you—when Sirius, the man you loved and the man you were supposed to marry, was convicted for a crime you knew he could never do.

Regardless of how much you pleaded to everyone to believe in you, they never did. In their eyes, Sirius Black was a treacherous friend to James Potter, that he was the reason why James and Lily were killed that night and poor little Harry had to grow up without his parents. Even Remus, his best friend, had his doubts about Sirius’ loyalty that it caused a temporary wound to yours and his friendship.

Regardless of everything though, regardless of how much you stayed away from your old life and tried moving on, you never stopped thinking about Sirius. You were always haunted by his fate, by what happened to your friends, and by what could have happened if only all you had been wiser with your decision in switching Peter as the new Secret Keeper last minute.

“You’re here.” You pulled back, staring at Sirius who was still speechless, your eyes flickering to every part of his face as if you were memorizing his features. “You’re really here. How did you find me?”

A ghost of a smile appeared in his mouth. “I have my ways.”

“Of course, you do.” You breathed out, disbelief still lacing your tone. “But you—it isn’t safe. You’re supposed to be hiding. The Dementors—”

“I know,” he said, wincing a bit at the reminder of those awful creatures. “It’s unsafe for me to be here, but I had to. I just had to see how you were. I’ll leave as soon as—”

“No.” You shook your head, your palms falling from his face so that you could hold onto his arms. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re coming with me.”

“____, let’s not—”

“I wasn’t asking for permission, Sirius.” You told him sharply. “Come on.”

He was about to protest, to reiterate that it wasn’t safe of him to be here nor was it safe for you to be seen in contact with him, but before he could let a word out, you were already tugging him with you hurriedly to where your apartment was, aiming to go there quicker to avoid detection.

****

You were like in some sort of frantic trance, he could see that.

As soon the both of you arrived inside your apartment, you were locking the door manually and then grabbing your wand that was hidden in some sort of cabinet, soon muttering a bunch of incantations at every corner of your place in what Sirius assumed was your way of ensuring that he wouldn’t get discovered here.

You have always been a smart witch, way too smart for everyone when the both of you were still studying at Hogwarts. Even though he was considered intelligent himself, you were on another level. It reached to the point that professors allowed you to visit the restricted section of the library, keen in helping you foster your potential by giving you access to advanced magical studies—the same advanced magical studies that he assumed were where you learned the spells you were chanting right now.

When you were done, you walked towards him again, only to abruptly pause.

You gazed at him, this expression on your face making it obvious that you weren’t used to seeing him so near and within reach. Sirius reckoned that he looked horrible, with dark circles under his eyes and a thin, gaunt face that was vastly different from the appearance he had when you first fell in love with him. The realization made him a bit self-conscious, like he didn’t deserve to be here nor should have shown himself to you in such a state.

But the second you started striding to him once more, this soft smile on your face as you reached for his hands, it made him remember how he managed to survive being in Azkaban all these years. It was the confidence that even if everybody easily turned their backs on him—he still had you.

“Do you want to take a bath first? Get settled in?” you asked.

He was silent at first, and then he spoke. “You’re handling this way easier than I expected.”

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t you angry at me?” he replied to your question with another query himself. 

You raised an eyebrow. “For coming here?”

“For everything.” His tongue felt like sandpaper. “For being the reckless git I have always been. For getting myself locked up. For leaving you. For letting James and Lily—”

You cut him off before he could finish speaking, squeezing his arms. “Love, that wasn’t your fault.”

“But it is. I was a coward. I shouldn’t have insisted on making Peter the Secret Keeper. I should have taken the responsibility myself, regardless of whether those bloody Death Eaters hunted me down and tortured me.”

Aside from Dumbledore himself, you were only the other person that was told that Peter would be the Secret Keeper instead of Sirius. It was Sirius who told you so, not being able to keep such important information from the person he trusted the most. And so when the Potters’ location was discovered, you believed Sirius’ suspicion of Peter being the one to blame.

However, Sirius decided to go alone when he went to confront Peter about it, thus being caught up with their friend’s uncharacteristically clever plan of framing him for not only James and Lily’s death, but his murder and the murder of several Muggles as well.

“It’s not your fault,” you repeated firmly. “We had no way of foreseeing the future.”

“He’s alive, you know,” he muttered. “Peter. He’s alive.”

At that, you leaned back a bit, surprised by the declaration. Although you didn’t believe that Sirius could kill him, you didn’t believe that Peter was still alive either.

“I saw him. On the Daily Prophet. He’s the rat perched on Weasley’s shoulder,” he said. “There’s no mistaking it. I could recognize his Animagus form anywhere.”

You pressed your lips together. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m completely positive. It’s why—” he sighed, exhaling through his nose— “it’s why I escaped, ____. I have to avenge James and Lily. I have to talk to Dumbledore. There’s a lot of unfinished business I have to attend to now that the Dark Lord is rising again.”

“Unfinished business?”

“Yes, and Harry, I have to talk to him, make him understand and—”

“And what about me?”

It caught him off guard. “What?”

“Me, Sirius,” you retracted your hands, taking a step back and looking at him with absolute hurt, “what about me? Did you just plan on escaping, hurting everyone, getting your good old revenge without regard to what’s going to happen to us now that we can finally be together?”

He opened his mouth. “Don’t… don’t put it that way.”

“Then how should I put it? I mean, if I hadn’t seen you earlier, you probably wouldn’t have talked to me. You wouldn’t have shown yourself.”

“I didn’t want you to get involved,” he reasoned, attempting to regain the proximity you two had before you moved away. “I’ve been watching you for days. Weeks. And I know better than to ruin the peace you have now.”

“Peace? You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You scoffed. “Do you really think what I have now is peace? Before you escaped, the knowledge of you being Azkaban with those Dementors—knowing that I couldn’t do anything, knowing that I couldn’t talk to you and make sure that you were fine—” Your voice broke and your eyes began to well up rapidly. “I hadn’t slept properly since then, Sirius. Do you know why I still get newspapers from the Daily Prophet? It’s because if for some reason they found you lifeless in your prison cell—perhaps I’d finally gain the courage to stop pretending that I still want to live without you by my side.”

The implication of your words struck him. He didn’t think that his absence impacted you in that sense, that while the thought of you comforted him in the decade he has spent locked away from society, you felt the opposite, instead tormented by his case and the weight of his absence.

Without hesitating, he engulfed you in a hug, strong arms wounding itself tightly around your waist. “I—” He didn’t know what to say. He has never been good at words, anyway. “Darling, you’re the most important person to me.”

You cried on his shoulder, returning his embrace. “It doesn’t feel that way.”

“I just thought…” He closed his eyes in regret for ever thinking in this manner. “I just thought you’d be better without me. That you would have wanted it. You just… you looked okay. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“You’re a twat, Sirius.”

Despite the insult, he found himself chuckling at the reminiscent feeling of being scolded by you, his hold becoming more unyielding. “I am. Perhaps even the bloody worst one out there.”

“You are. I’m glad you know.”

“I know, love.”

“And yet I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you muttered, a bit muffled. “I’d take you back. Every single time. So, please, always come back to me.”

He drew his head back, about to assure you about never wanting to leave you again, when he noticed your necklace and its pendant that twinkled slightly due to the light hitting it in the perfect spot.

The more he stared, the more he realized that it wasn’t an ordinary pendant or charm. It was a ring.

Your engagement ring. The exact ring he gave to you on his knees when he proposed.

Sirius never cried. He wasn’t that type of man who channeled emotions that proper way. He often resorted into inappropriate laughter or anger—but this moment right here, at the sight of your engagement ring dangling against your collarbone, the very object that he never imagined you would still have in your possession after everything that had commenced—it made his hands tremble, his throat to suddenly burn, his breath to hitch, and before he could control his composure, the dam cracked. 

“Sirius?” You exclaimed, worried.

“You still have it.” He declared in between sobs, delicately adjusting your clothes so he could see the ring better on your neck. “The ring. The engagement ring.”

You glanced down, as if forgetting you had it, and smiled slightly in understanding. “Why wouldn’t I? You told me it cost a fortune.” You teased him.

“____,” he said your name again, groaning and pressing his forehead on yours, tears still streaming down his cheeks that you were wiping away with the pads of your thumbs, “tell me anything you need. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything you want.”

He kissed you passionately and you didn’t think twice about kissing him back.

“I only need you, love,” you murmured. “Just you. Just us. That’s all I need.”

He nodded vigorously. “You have me. You always did, and you always will.” He couldn’t stop kissing you, couldn’t stop doing the one thing he felt like could make you grasp how important you were to him. “Once I fix everything, I’ll give you a good life. I won’t let anything get in between us ever again.”

Even if you wanted to reply, you couldn’t, for Sirius never strayed his mouth away from yours, as if he was afraid that the loss of touch would separate the both of you once more.

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Hc that instead of merlin's beard/Godric Gryffindor Sirius starts using variations of Lupin's name as exclamations in his everyday language like

"Lupin's furry tail, that was close"

"By Lupin's name, I will hex you"

"Remoony's baggy Y-fronts, Minnie's going to kill us!!"

"Lupin's most luxurious pelt, those dungbombs did a number, huh?"

"Moony's pants, what have we done"

It drives Remus up the wall but it catches up with James, Pete and the girls and by extension, the whole Gryffindor tower and soon there are several variations going around and almost on every corner you can hear someone go

"Acting the Lupin"

"Buggering Lupin"

"Gobsmacked Remus"

"In the name of Lupin"

"By the power invested in me by Remus Lupin"

It's hilarious and by the end of their time at Hogwarts, Remus doesn't even notice it anymore to the extent that it goes from blushing profusely and dropping whatever he's holding in surprise to blushing mildly and stuttering.

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AF MidWeek Round-up!

This is just a simple post compiling all of my attacks so far along with some artists notes! Mostly because I found myself much more active this year than last year (Minus these few couple days due to some appointments). I'll be tagging everyone and linking to other socials so you can see these lovely folks. Of course if you want to attack me, I'm ready to fight! Without further ado, here's all the attacks so far :>

@cosmicdenro @stellarknightz - Weekend Date The name of the game for these first few attacks was to get everyone who I was supposed to last year but ran out of time ^^;;. I decided upon Jesse's Zircon over Jesse the character (one in my bookmarks) b/c it seemed like Turquoise Zircon was less drawn this year but was his icon on AF. So easy pick from me :> (Btw doing Sodalite's stripes and copying Zircon's shape language was really fun!!)

@/clawothy (Twitter) - Chill Cat Another attack from last years bookmarks! It was definitely a soft but enjoyable opening into drawing furries since Claw's so human shaped. It was fun drawing his tail and patterns :>. This is just a nice character design all around.

@twidaisi - Speedy Service Twi was also one from my bookmarks, but also a doorway down an ArtFight rabbit hole. Which will become apparent in the next two pieces. For this one, I had a pretty clear pose in mind so I placed it onto O.R.B.I and went from there!! His design is so neat and he seems so cool! The pose was also pretty fun to do as well, just an overall fun art piece (Also this one got a revenge!!! I still really really love thank you so much!!!!!)

@scratchgeist - Escapism Ho! This was a doozy! Twi had Scratch's profile linked so I ended up hitting him with an attack too. Drawing Scratch's mane turned out to be a pleasant experience despite me originally fearing it. This scene idea also came from a prompt of Scratch going outside. I ended up putting Polish on this because all those scratchy "ink like" lines I actually did manually (take a fuzzy brush and then go over it using a sketchbook eraser). It was nice dipping my toes into BatIM again and trying out more animal feature.

@/stylin.art Instagram @/crypticc0rpse Instagram - Pirates in arms One of those two people were linked on Scratch's profile and the person linked also linked to the other person. But I realized that both Stylin and Crypt had some shared characters. So this ended my little rabbit hole of people by attacking these two lovely fellows at the same time. This little crossing swords idea took me a nice minute to come up with but I liked how it ended up anyway. I really did like drawing James together like this (probably helps that I really like pirates in general). Also yes I know her hand is fucked up I noticed way to late to fix it.

@smoresthehalloweenqueen - Listen to the waves Once I finished up with that I moved onto the next bookmark, which was Smores! Originally I was gonna draw Brutus but then I was like "I like his sona it looks like fun!" So I drew them listening to music because why not :>. I struggled on the arms initially but it came out real clean and nice. Honestly might be my best work so far! (Fun fact, I color picked the waves + background from Seafoam's icon.)

@skittisketch - I got it! Mr. Sascachawean himself! I referenced this pose form the classic Objection point because I thought it would fit his personality. This was also a little bit of a test with a style I had only done in sketches (Basically my human style but omitting a neck which somehow shaves off a lot of time). This was a super fun pose to do with a pretty nice background! (Once again, fucked up hand I know I noticed too late again)

@justpainterrobot - Rare Nightly Sight I had this really really clear picture of what I thought up for this attack and I'm happy that I was able to make it a reality. I put the polish tag on this one because I almost got super super detailed of what the junk was below her (Stuff coming down from Elysium n all that) but due to a lack of references I just went with typical metal and wood. Fun fact, the night sky in the background is based on the one from Deponia itself (The first game's scenes with the professor at night). I think this rewrite of Toni was really cool from what I could find about her. Overall a labor of love type of attack.

@coelpts @swan-swanno - Boss Battle I thought to myself "Hm, I see Coelpts around a lot, lets hit him with an attack." and it turns out Ciel's gay married to Swanno's charater Mikhail, who was the last one in my bookmarks from last year. So another double attack for this one! It was a struggle starting this one mostly because I was debating whether or not to draw Ciel's Lord outfit but I ended up doing so because why not :>. It was a fun experience copying Swanno's more angular style, which is a stark departure from my more rounded shapes (As you can see here). Has a nice venture doing the lighting as well, overall a good experience.

@tailsylennon - Sweet Treats Mitchell showed off Tasily's proflie one day and I saw their sona and was I was like "Lemme draw it!" and did! I ended up following another prompt by her because it was their birthday! (By the time I started on this it was 8 pm and I freaked tf out and got to work). Her sona was really cool and I really loved drawing them. Fun fact, each of the set pieces references the Hallows Souls trio. The chair is decorated after Terra, Markus is the table, and Whistle pallet is used for the tea set :>. It was just a pleasant and cozy attack to make overall.

@ceaseless-enemy - Congratulations!!!! I've actually known about Voila for quite awhile now and thought his design n theaming is quite neat! I actually based the pose off of Ai from Oshi No Ko (I think one of her key arts before the anime released, ifykyk). But I skillfully cut out the legs because I can't draw digitigrade legs... Hooray... Otherwise it was quite nice to work on this attack in particular, especially the eyes and the hair :>.

@killbent - Getting Ready This is another one I had a real clear idea of prior to doing this, specifically because Killbent gave a prompt to give Mr Fairchime pink hair, so i thought a "pre-show" set up would look nice :>. The lighting was another new venture for me, because I usually do cool/night time like lighting but I think it turned out nicely for Fairchime. It was also fun doing the accessories and stuff on the vanity as well. Fun Fact, it's a bit hard to see through the watermark + lighting but the face paint and pallet both have the colors of his make up! Overall a pleasant and warm attack for this year.

And that's all of them so far! I picked up some new bookmarks + I gotta get Twi back for drawing Compact!! So those will probably be compiled by the end of AF so about, early August-ish if I keep up the pace. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and gracing me with the opportunity to draw all of these amazing characters!

Until next time!

-Gappy, Witch of the Stars

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Um alright I will try to be as respectfull as I can but you left stuff out that makes a huge difference

-snape was racist and called lily a slur um the context ?he was being stripped hanging upside down literally in front of the whole school to see because marauders were bored lily intervened and tried to "talk" them out of it ngl she almost smiled what's funny about sexual assault??also racist for how long?sure he was shitty in his teens wanting the approval of his wannabe deatheater friends But in his later years he was devoted to the cause evidence the ex headmaster potrait thing in book 7

You are oh so worried and sympathetic to Neville for getting bullied but that's how all the teachers literally were to him (mcgonegal in book 3**)but when it's SNIVELLUS bullying is funny?

-invented a curse for enemies for self defense*** the marauders had done nothing but gang up on him since day 1 please don't come at me calling 4 on 1 a rivalry when the book describes Sirius looking at him like a "prey" so deserved honestly

-later he became a death eater or rather was brainwashed into becoming one because that's the only place they appreciated his skills and accepted him,that's my analysis I can elaborate but anyway he was a spy for FAR FAR FAR LONGER than he was a death eater and people conveniently leave that out how NICE

-about the begged voldy to save only lily be fr the prophecy child was meant to be voldemort's downfall do you expect him to beg for the very reason voldemort's after the family ? wouldn't make any difference at all

-im so tired that the fandom doesn't get the concept of a mean teacher and exaggerate it only when it's Snape ,he was strict hard on them and his class was certainly far ahead on the curriculum he was a competent teacher a bit harsh but what's your theory about mcgonegal being hermiones boggart?

For the pet part i will quote this person because they made a fucking valid point that seems to fly over peoples heads "Snape didn't poison Trevor - and even if he did:

That's the purpose of animals being at Hogwarts. They use their animals as test subjects for spells, charms, transfiguration - probably potions too, though Trevor shouldn't have been in the class that day.

Neville fucked up his potion, as he always does, so Snape was like:

'I'm going to give it to the toad you shouldn't have brought to class - so you better fix it. You have a time limit. This is a test.'

The potion was fixed - but by Hermione. It turned Trevor into a tadpole. Snape had the antidotes in his pockets and restored Trevor immediately - irritated that Neville needed Hermione's help."

-Sectumseprad georges ear yes WHILE HE WAS SAVING LUPINS LIFE?read the books carefully guys honestly

-outed Remus as a werewolf completely deserved he was careless with his furry little problem* a literal hazard to students while Snape worked tirelessly to make him wolfsbane throughout the year

Honestly it's funny how you downplay switching sides as if it's not that big of a deal literally the reason they managed to win the war not because of maraudes not because of James becoming an animagus which is so nice and kind (not downplaying it that's a good thing)but severus devoting himself to double crossing the most feared wizard is meh ?

Again James saved Snape because Sirius sent him there literally ultimately saving Sirius from being a Murderer?that's the bare minimum not killing a guy you relentlessly bully

Saying snapes good are far far less than James is wow?no he died at 21 lol and giving his life for his own son* again that's what he's supposed to do Snape wasn't compelled to save his bullys son thruout 7 years .james wasn't much of a keypart in winning the war aside from making a prophecy baby.

Sorry if ur offended but that's literally the books thank you for coming to my bitchtalk severus Snape 🔛🔝(creds to fellow Tumblr I quoted in the pet part)

“but james potter was a bully””he bullied snape!!!” ok? someone had to do it.

🙄

~Here’s a list of good and shitty things Snape did canonically:

Bad:

•Snape was a blood supremacist who called lily a slur.

•invented a curse for enemies (marauders)

I don’t think a good person would make up a curse which mutilates someone terribly. That too, during his time in Hogwarts.

•oh yeah later on he became a death eater 😋 (the main goal of the death eaters wasto eliminate all muggle-borns in the wizarding world and establish voldemort as its ruler)(magical nazis basically).

Plus when voldy was going to kill lily, Snape was like yk what you can kill the husband and the INFANT just don’t hurt my lily flower teehee like okay james bullied him so him not caring about james made sense but harry was a child bro

•BULLIED CHILDREN DURING HIS TIME AS A PROFESSOR????? he was literally neville’s bogart ffs and not because “some teachers are just scary okay Neville was afraid of almost everything!!!” but because Snape bullied neville on a daily basis plus threatened to kill his pet after a failed potion thingy. plus he made fun hermione’s physical appearance (when draco made her teeth all big and Snape was like hah it’s the same there’s no difference) and he bullied for BEING GOOD AT ACADEMICS LIKE 😭😭😭???? He bullied almost everyone in Hogwarts I just know it.

•sectumsempra’d George’s year off.

•tried to out Remus Lupin as a werewolf for NO reason other than his childish misdemeanour.

Good:

•called Sirius and Remus an old married couple.

•saves Katie bell from a cursed necklace

•saves draco malfoy from a terrible curse that could’ve killed him by the counter charm “vulnera saneteur”

can someone guess which curse Snape saved draco from??? You’re right! It was sectumsempra!

•switched sides or smth

~Here’s a list of good and shitty things james did canonically:

Bad:

•called Snape snivellus (was funny ngl)

•bully snape

Good:

•turned into an illegal animagus at the age of 15 so his werewolf friend (Remus) has company during his transformations.

•took sirius black in after he ran away from an abusive hoursehold.

•SAVED FUCKING SNAPE FROM REMUS IN HIS WEREWOLF FORM AFTER SIRIUS SENT HIM THERE.

JAMES SAVED SNAPE.

•literally died trying to stall Voldemort so Lily and Harry have some time to escape or just live in general.

So my point is canon james was a bit of an asshole but he still did way more good deeds than Snape even though Snape was in all the seven books like one of the good things he did was literally the consequences of his own actions (healing draco).

All of this is canon btw. NONE of it is fanon.

sincerely keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth he did what should have been done.

cutie

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ONE / Twenty Seven - P.Nguyen

The bathroom was covered in steam.

I helped Jesse get out of the bathtub before I rubbed them dry and converted them from head to toe in towels. Jesse wasn’t really a Fan of that but I couldn’t care less. Both of us went downstairs to get some food. I found some salmon and avocado so I decided to prepare some sushi bowls for us. Still, I was really worried about Jesse. I haven’t seen them in a condition like that in ages. They are all, distante. It’s almost like they have been drinking a lot recently. After I prepared dinner both of us sat down on the sofa, watching some shows. As I was about to get us some snacks I noticed that Jesse was already sleeping. I know what I was about to do was wrong but I couldn’t resist. Something was wrong, they were not just sick. There was more to the feeling of Jesse so I decided to look around their room. But sadly, there wasn’t any hint of what could have happened to them the last few days. I do have to admit that I wasn’t digging. I did not want them to know that I’ve been sneaking around. I went down with no hints whatsoever. They haven’t been drinkin, I’d smell that, so it must be something else. I went back down where Jesse was still sleeping in the living room. I laid myself next to them and waited till I would fall asleep. 

The next morning was rather chill. Jesse seemed normal, no fever or anything like that. Even more promise that they aren't ill. I made us some pancakes for breakfast and coffee while Jesse freshed themself up in the bathroom. They came back with a white towel around their neck and another one wrapped around their hips. We both sat at the dinner table and ate in silence until I broke it.

James: Sooo, you’re doing better now? Jesse: For now yeah, sorry about yesterday. James: What was the issue? I thought you were sick, possibly drunk but nothing? Jesse please tell me what’s up with you. It’s more than just school stress isn’t it? Jesse: You might be right with that. James: You know you can tell me right? Jesse: It’s complicated. I don’t understand it myself. James: I mean you can try? Maybe I can help you figure stuff out? Jesse: Well, I picked up a friend of mine from the Beast and Prey. She had a date which, sadly, wasn’t really nice. Turns out the girl she met was straight. James: Damn that sucks, hard. Jesse: I know, but I think I made it even worse. James: What could you’ve possibly done to make that worse? Jesse: Well, when we were on the late night bus to Egham, we were talking, alot. My friend, her name’s Petal, she slept on the bus after ten minutes. But her date, Rita, was up the entire time. Rita and I have been talking, talking a lot. She’s in some courses I planned on joining so we talked about that. And even apart from that, we had a lot of stuff incommand. After we got Petal back home, Rita asked me if I wanted to stay over at her place. James: Please don’t say you’ve hooked up with the date of your friends, that would be ass Jesse: No, we didn’t. We just talked, alot. The more we talked the closer we got. But it got to a point where both of us were quite flirty. Rita has been single for a while now, and so am I. I mean we haven’t agreed on anything but it kind of seems like we are dating now. James: And what did your friend, Petal, say? Jesse: It’s safe to assume that she wasn’t a fan of it when she found out that I overslept at her date’s place. I mean, I get it, but still. She ragged at me and went full on furries, once again, I got it. But I didn’t know how to cope. I like Rita, I really do, and I don’t want to stop seeing her just because of her. But wouldn’t it be a massive ass move to pull something like that? I just, I don’t know. My head’s been spinning so hard so I took some of that med yesterday. Turns out that doctors are right when they only give you something when you need it. I’m really sorry for yesterday. James: Don’t be. On a strange and weird side, I can understand. Jesse: So you’re not mad at me? James: Nah, you did what you had to do. Did it help though? Jesse: I have no idea. I still don’t know how to talk to Petal or how to approach a conversation. She’s hurt, badly, and it’s all me to blame. James: Don’t be so hard on yourself. If she really is a friend of yours, she’ll get over it. Jesse: I hope you’re right. James: So…how come I never met Petal before? She seems like a lovely person. Jesse: Oh she is. She joined Royal Holloway last summer, ever since we spent a lot of time together studying and so on. And hey, I didn’t know about Lucia either, so it’s fair that you know nothing about Petal. James: Wait, you said she’s new this year? Jesse: *mumbles* Yeah?

Jesse shoved a big piece of pancake into their mouth

James: That’s strange. You know what school she’s from? Jesse: No, she’s not really happy talking about old times. Why are you asking all that? James: Because I have had no registration for a Petal this entire year. Jesse: You sure you haven’t just forgotten about it? James: Petal is a name I’ve never seen or heard before. Besides it is a lovely name I’d make sure I’d remember. Jesse: Now that you’re saying it. There was some struggle with her access cards. James: Oh really? Jesse: Yeah, apparently the entire school system only recons her with her old dead name and wrong gender. James: Wait seriously? Jesse: Yeah, I know fucked up right? Who ever has set up her profiles must be a jerk James: Jesse? Hello? I’m responsible for everything in the registration. It’s my fault that her entire school identity is wrong. Jesse: But how does that happen? James: I feed the system with the data I get from the previous school. This means no one in the old school cared to change the name or gender. Therefore I got the wrong data. If I would’ve known I would’ve changed it already. I know you’re not supposed to ask a question like that but do you know the dead name of Petal? Jesse: Sorry, I don’t. The only thing I know is that the initials are the same. So it must be someone with the name P. Nguyen. James: Well, that should be doable. Pls don’t tell her anything but give me till early next week and her profile is up to date. Jesse: That sounds amazing! Maybe that way she’s less pissed about the fact that I’m dating Rita. James: I wouldn’t go that far but sure you never know. Just, don’t take meds you shouldn’t take Jesse: Yeah mum, I go that now.

Jesse and I laughed before doing the dishes and just watching some shows. I haven’t told them about Ethan yet, since they are too much into the current Petal vs Rita drama. I still feel like shit because I ruined Petals school profile. That must mean that all the teachers have been either deadnaming her or she went to everyone before a lecture to confirm they wrote it down on a stick note. Jesse had shown me pictures of Petal. She's a really beautiful woman. Taller then I am, mid long hair with purple coloured tips and a tattoo on her shoulder that I couldn’t identify. She looked really young. Oh and maybe to add, you can see that she is a massive fan of Kpop. Her entire outfit screams tokyo streetwear and the makeup and all is really adding a lot to that. 

Jesse also showed me the Insta of Rita. I think the best way to describe Rita would be to point at Alex from the game Life is Strange. They could be siblings. Just like Petal, Rita is also really pretty. She’s like the complete opposite of Petal. Judging on the pics and the things Jesse told me about them, I can see why they get along so well with each other. 

Jesse: Hey, if you want I could get Petal and you to meet? There is a new Icerink that will open near the Beast and Prey so I thought maybe we could go there? James: Ice skating? It’s been ages since I’ve done that Jesse: If I remember right, you are a pro. James: Well, I don’t know if I am still a pro but, I would join! Jesse: Perfect, that sounds like a promising meeting. That way you can tell Petal the news about the registration. James: Yeah, while telling her that I’m the one who fucked up. Jesse: Well… you don’t have to tell her that. You can just say that it’s been reported to you by teachers.

Both of us laughed again while we were still talking about the Icerink. We haven’t set up a date yet, but I’m sure it’ll be a fun time.Till then, I got to fix her registration.

[partlystiles]

I just discovered your blog and I'm in love! Your fics are wonderful and I really like your writing style! May I request a fic with Remus? What if after a particularly rough full moon Remus' brain is kind of messed up and doesn't remember his friends and Y/n? Maybe Y/n realizes that they're in love with Remus but they were afraid to confess it 🥺 Please ignore my ask if you don't like this topic, no worries! Best wishes! X

Remus Lupin x gn!reader (slight james potter x reader, slight mary mcdonald x reader)

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 1,930

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“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. For fucks sake, Sirius, what the hell happened?”

“Relax, Y/N.” Sirius Black grunted, an arm of his injured friend over his shoulders as he and James Potter helped Remus Lupin back into the school after that night’s full moon; Peter Pettigrew followed them closely, fretting and looking close to tears as he walked behind them.

Y/N had been waiting for the four of them to return at the entrance they knew they always used and the wave of dread that had went through them when they saw the state of Remus was like something they had never felt before. Their heart had plummeted down to its lowest point at the mere sight of the blood-covered boy.

Remus was barely recognisable, his face soaked in red and bruised all over; he was unconscious, and Y/N hoped it was just from sleeping or being knocked out instead of him being close to death which he looked like he was. A pair of shorts had been haphazardly pulled up his legs, so it was covering his privates, but the rest of his body was bare and scratched.

All of them seemed to have scratches on them, James had a big one on his cheek, Sirius had blood soaking through his shirt and Peter’s hair was bloody and his hands wet and red. Y/N thought it was horrifying and despite it being almost selfish to think, they couldn’t help but be relieved that their Animagus spell hadn’t worked.

It might have worked if their teacher hadn’t discovered the Mandrake leaf in her mouth and used tweezers to take it out. Y/N felt disappointed in themselves for getting caught but Remus had said it didn’t matter, but they still desperately wanted to do it for him and help. 

Over and over, he said he would even prefer that they didn’t and get themselves in danger, but Y/N felt helpless every time they would see Remus come back in terrible pain. They felt extremely helpless tonight as well considering the state of him.

Y/N had been one of the last to find out about Remus’ furry little problem and it had only been when they had the lesson on Boggarts and then a lesson on Werewolves straight after that they had figured it out. His fear had been the moon and in the werewolf lesson, he looked quite ill. Y/N offered him some water, but he refused and looked solemn for the rest of the hour.

It started to make sense, but Y/N didn’t say anything, they weren’t sure, at least until they heard his friends calling him Moony. Then they knew. For sure this time and suddenly they didn’t know how to act around him, it wasn’t like they were against werewolves, it was just that they knew his secret and he didn’t know that they knew. 

And for some reason they couldn’t handle the awkwardness so stupidly, they pulled him into a cramped broom closet one Monday afternoon and told him they knew. He freaked out and they quickly realised the broom closet was not the best place to have done that, but they sat with him anyway and reassured they would not tell anyone at all. 

Remus seemed to be the awkward one after that but after a couple minutes of sitting in silence, he told them about what they do on full moons and how his friends were animagi. Then the next week, he noticed they weren’t talking as much and then gave them that one look when their teacher had discovered the leaf in their mouth.

Still, he allowed them to wait up but allowed them nowhere near the Whomping Willow on full moons. It was the best they could have asked for, but they still wished to be there for him, they weren’t quite sure what this need was but just blamed it on their tendency to put others first. 

But that didn’t help the guilt and dread they were feeling now.

“Relax?” They asked, gaping at Sirius’ back as they hurried down the corridor to the Hospital Wing. “How can I relax when his face looks like that? What happened?”

“I can’t even remember.” Peter said and they looked over at him, he looked absolutely traumatised as they walked and Y/N sighed, taking a wipe out of the pack they had in their pocket. “I think I blacked out.”

“This might sting.” They took his right hand in theirs and began to wipe at the cut, Peter gasped and whined slightly at the pain whilst they moved as quickly as they could to the Hospital Wing. 

It was only a short journey thanks to their speed, and they arrived in no time, bursting through the doors, and laying Remus down on one of the beds before they went to knock on Madam Pomfrey’s office door and hopefully awaken her from her bedroom that was above her office. Sirius banged roughly on the door, yelling, and awakening a student who was in another Hospital Bed.

“Sit here, Peter.” Y/N pat the bed beside Remus’ and Peter slipped onto it whilst James told the other kid to be quiet. “Nearly done.”

“What is it, Mr. Black?” A woman’s voice seethed, and Y/N glanced up to see Madam Pomfrey in her dressing gown and her hair in a bun, Sirius only stepped away from the door and gestured over to where Remus lay, and Pomfrey immediately burst into action.

She retreated into her office and came back out pushing a metal trolley with medical supplies on it that Y/N snuck two bandages from to bandage Peter’s hands up. He winced as they did so, and they apologised softly with a small smile and after they had patched up Peter, all their attention went to Remus.

Madam Pomfrey was already working on him, muttering words under her breath, and waving her wand. Y/N watched the blood slowly dissipate from Remus’ body and held their breath for a moment as the boy whined and shifted, Madam Pomfrey’s hand touching his shoulder gently and muttering a charm which made him slump back down. 

“Y/N.” Sirius said, snapping them out of their trance staring at Remus. They turned to look at the boy and he had his bloody shirt stripped from his body, the cut the blood had come from clear as day and swiped down his toned chest. “Can you help?”

Y/N cast one glance at Remus and walked over to Sirius, swiping another two bandages from the trolley, and taking another wipe out of their pocket. He sat onto another bed and lay back so they could reach more of his chest, they repeated the process carefully and eventually had him stand so they could wrap the bandage around his chest.

“James, you need help?” Y/N turned to the last boy who shook his head, Peter sat next to him doing his bandages whilst Madam Pomfrey kept on tending to Remus.

“You’re like a Healer.” Sirius commented but Y/N wasn’t listening, continuing to stare sadly at Remus who looked slightly more recognisable now that the blood was off his face. The long scar that ran across his face could be seen again and as Madam Pomfrey put purple paste over his other face cuts. “Done staring, L/N?”

“Hm?” They looked back to Sirius finally and saw him smirking as he slipped the bloody shirt back on. “What are you smirking about?”

“He likes you back, you know.” He said, coming over to sit himself down beside them and Y/N scoffed at him, shaking their head. “He’s never said it but it’s extremely obvious. Y/N’s hair is so soft, Y/N’s smile is so bright, Y/N’s so smart, Y/N-”

“- doesn’t like him.” Y/N said, standing up from the bed and glancing warily at Sirius who raised his eyebrows at them questioningly. They avoided eye contact and walked back to Remus’ bed. “That’s absurd, we’re just friends.”

“Just friends, my ass.” Sirius scoffed and Y/N sat in a chair beside the bed, staring at Remus’ healing cuts with a frown before looking at his hand and wishing they could hold it. “You guys were so close at Lily’s birthday party the other week.”

“We were just dancing.” Y/N rolled their eyes.

“His hand was on your hip.”

“He lost his balance.

“You almost kissed.”

Y/N didn’t have an argument for that one, they really had almost kissed. He was just so close to them; they were pressed against him, and alcohol couldn’t even be used as an argument as neither of them had drank. Remus looked right into their eyes and stepped even closer, if possible, Y/N lost their balance and gripped his shoulder for support and then their faces had got closer and closer...

Until someone had knocked into Remus and set them apart, then the boys came over to take Remus away and Y/N was left to their own friends. It was an almost kiss and something Y/N thought about every day since.

“I’ve snogged James at a party before.” Y/N defended weakly, that had been because of the endless amounts of alcohol that they had drunk. They only knew that it happened because of the pictures they saw the morning after. “And I slept with Mary.”

Again, drunk and known from the waking up naked in bed together before Y/N snuck out. 

“Both times you were drunk.” Sirius smirked and Y/N looked away from him, they were not having that conversation, not whilst Remus was unconscious in the bed next to them. “And you were dressed as MJ from the Spiderman comics, James thought you were Lily. And you know who dressed as Peter Parker when you were dressed as Mary-Jane Watson...Remus.”

“That means nothing, Sirius, we both like the comics.”

“The comic series that he got you 10 copies of for your birthday.” Sirius emphasised and raised his eyebrows again. Y/N looked at him and was sure that their cheeks were aflame, but they just looked away again. “Y/N, trust me, he lo-”

A groan from their left made the two of them stop talking and they looked at Remus immediately, he seemed to be coming back to himself after Madam Pomfrey had sorted him out before. James and Peter hurried over too, James calling out for Pomfrey who had retreated to her office for a small moment.

“Remus,” Y/N called out softly, touching his hand gently.

The boy continued to shift and make noise before his eyes slowly opened and he blinked sluggishly around at the Hospital Wing. Y/N said his name again and he turned his head to look at them, squinting his eyes slightly and taking his hand from under theirs. He then looked to Sirius, to James and then to Peter and the four of them all looked at one another.

“Remus, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked again, their eyebrows knitting together in concern whilst Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office and towards the bed. “Are you okay?”

“Who-” He furrowed his eyebrows at them before facing the boys again and squinting even though there was a hint of recognition behind his eyes. He looked back to Y/N and stared them right in the eyes. “Who are you?”

Once again, their heart dropped to their stomach and they let their jaw drop, turning their head to face Sirius in alarm. They nearly teared up but welled it down as Sirius turned to them and frowned. Y/N looked back at Remus and teared up at his genuinely confused face.

[sideprince]

I didn't choose either answer in the poll because I don't think those are the only two options. There's a lot of grey area between culpability and innocence, and I think canon deliberately avoids giving a clear answer on this.

Lupin says in PoA (emphasis mine):

‘Snape had seen me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one evening as she led me towards the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius thought it would be - er - amusing, to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot on the tree-trunk with a long stick, and he’d be able to get in after me. Well, of course, Snape tried it - if he’d got as far as this house, he’d have met a fully grown werewolf - but your father, who’d heard what Sirius had done, went after Snape and pulled him back, at great risk to his life … Snape glimpsed me, though, at the end of the tunnel. He was forbidden to tell anybody by Dumbledore, but from that time on he knew what I was …’

-Prisoner of Azkaban Ch. 18

Here Lupin is saying that the prank was Sirius' idea and implies James only heard about it later. He says that James "heard what Sirius had done," which implies he wasn't included by Sirius from the outset. It's unclear who James would have heard about it from, although based on this quote, we can assume it wasn't Lupin (who was already in the Shrieking Shack, prepped and ready for Wolf Time). It might have been from Sirius himself, although Lupin's re-telling seems to imply otherwise, but then he has a habit of skirting over uncomfortable truths. It may have been Pettigrew, or it could have been any other student, depending on how prone Sirius was to bragging. On the one hand it's unlikely that Sirius would have mouthed off about sending Snape to the Whomping Willow, given that it would have exposed Lupin and potentially made other students curious, but on the other we see in SWM that James could be careless when talking about Lupin's condition and he and Sirius followed each other's lead a lot, so that may imply that Sirius was careless too:

Wormtail was the only one who didn’t laugh. ‘I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes and the tufted tail,’ he said anxiously, ‘but I couldn’t think what else -‘ ‘How thick are you, Wormtail?’ said James impatiently. ‘You run round with a werewolf once a month -‘ ‘Keep your voice down,’ implored Lupin.

-Order of the Phoenix, Ch. 28

Lupin also says in Half-Blood Prince (ch. 16) that James used to refer to his condition as his "furry little problem" and that “Many people were under the impression that [he] owned a badly behaved rabbit.” So there's some evidence that James talked about it in public, which can imply that Sirius did too, though I don't think we see evidence of it in canon. Nevertheless, carelessness like speaking too loudly to your friends while others can overhear is not the same as thoughtlessly telling others outside your friend group about something sensitive. So while I'm putting this forth as a potential option, I don't think it's likely.

Ultimately, however, this is Lupin's perspective. He wasn't actually present at the time when James found out that Sirius had sent Snape to the Whomping Willow, and since Snape glimpsed him in full werewolf form, it seems like Lupin was also in no state to have any idea what a bunch of school boys were doing or discussing, let alone who said what when. Which means his perspective on events is almost certainly influenced by whatever he was told afterwards, either by the other Marauders or Dumbledore. Presumably the disciplinary actions Dumbledore took were done while Lupin was still transformed, given that there was some urgency to making sure Snape kept quiet, but it's likely that once the full moon had passed, Dumbledore would have called Lupin into his office to update him on the situation. It's also likely his friends would have talked about what happened and told him. In addition, since Sirius is in the Shrieking Shack when Lupin reveals the above info in PoA, and James is, well, dead, it's also possible that Lupin - ever the people pleaser - is defaulting to Sirius' version of events.

At the end of the day, we don't really know, and I think there's a reason for this. Snape's understanding of James' role is very different (emphasis mine):

‘And did the Headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life?’ he whispered. ‘Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for precious Potter’s delicate ears?’ Harry bit his lip. He didn’t know what had happened and didn’t want to admit it - but Snape seemed to have guessed the truth. ‘I would hate you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter,’ he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. ‘Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you - your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn’t got cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts.’

-Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 14

Snape's perspective is that James was in on the prank and helped plan it, but got cold feet at the last minute. This diverges from Lupin's retelling later on in the book, specifically in how it posits James' role in the prank. Snape, however, is also an unreliable narrator just like Lupin, because he's biased against James - and while he has good reason for it, and to have been distrustful of him, this nevertheless makes his own understanding of James' role in the event subjective. He also assumes Lupin was in on the prank as well, based on the phrasing "your saintly father and his friends" where friends is plural, not to mention this confirmation later in PoA in the Shrieking Shack:

‘So that’s why Snape doesn’t like you,’ said Harry slowly, ‘because he thought you were in on the joke?’ ‘That’s right,’ sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Lupin. Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing directly at Lupin.

- Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 18

It's implied by Lupin's recounting of events, however, that he wasn't part of planning the prank and wasn't even aware of it, so we could take that as a hint that Snape's perception is skewed.

It's worth noting, however, that Snape's perspective, unlike Lupin's, is based on a firsthand experience of events. He was the one who was manipulated to go to the Whomping Willow and go through the tunnel, and was therefore present for events Lupin can only retell through having heard about it from others. Even considering this, though, we never see Snape mention clearly who said what to him and when, and he could very well have just made an assumption that if Sirius sent him to the Shrieking Shack, James was naturally involved too even if he wasn't, whether he had any reason to think so aside from previous experience informing assumptions.

So again, like with Lupin, there's no clear answer.

I think these are the only clear mentions of the prank and who had what role in it (but if I missed something then @ me whoever finds more!). The only other time it's touched on by any characters who were around at the time is when we see Lily and Snape arguing in the Pensieve at the end of DH:

‘They don’t use Dark Magic, though.’ She dropped her voice. ‘And you’re being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow and James Potter saved you from whatever’s down there -’ Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, ‘Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too!

-Deathly Hallows, Ch. 33

This is even more vague when it comes to James' role and shows that each character has a subjective perspective on what he actually did.

There seems to be a deliberate choice on the author's part to make James' role in the prank unclear. It's the only detail that's inconsistent in various characters' retelling of it. In fact, you could read the conversation between Snape and Lily as having been written with the express purpose of using the prank as an excuse to show these two characters discussing James and their differing feelings on him. James is never present to confirm or deny anyone's idea of him or his role, and I think that's a considered choice in the writing.

The text is saying that the point isn't whether or not James was actually in on the prank. There's no clear answer given as to James' role, which makes me think his role isn't as relevant as the results of the one action everyone agrees he did take: going after Snape to get him out before he was hurt or killed. The point is that each character's view on his role illustrates their relationship to him, so that's where the onus is, not on the truth of what James' actions were before he stepped in to save Snape. This is part of a larger theme Rowling explores throughout the books: it is what we do that matters in the grand scheme of things. As Dumbledore says in Chamber of Secrets, "It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." The text focuses more on the action James takes once the prank is in motion, not on his role leading up to it, and it gives no definitive answer to the latter - I think deliberately.

And whatever conclusion is drawn from that must, I think, include the clear timeline the overall text lays out, in which James assaults Snape after O.W.L.'s even though he's already saved him from the tunnel under the Whomping Willow. We know this because we see that argument between Snape and Lily where the prank is alluded to, which means the two of them still had a flailing friendship, whereas after O.W.L.'s Lily ends the friendship entirely. So there's a comment on James' character being given there, in that despite his willingness to save Snape, he's not become remorseful or friendlier towards him at all, at least not outwardly. So if we're drawing the conclusion that the text is pursuing the theme of choices in its vagueness around James' role in the prank, we also have to look at James' later actions, which show that despite his willingness to save a life, he can nevertheless be cruel and take pleasure in causing others to suffer as long as he can justify it to himself.

Thank you for tagging me, this was an interesting question and I had fun exploring it. My unsolicited advice on all this is: these are characters in a book. If you and/or the snater you're arguing with are using canon to justify opinions you've already formed, I'm not sure what the point is of arguing at all. You're just digging your heels in and trying to find justification for doing so in the text, at which point you're better off prioritizing your mental well being and not arguing with someone who's not interested in listening. Literature is subjective and there's more to be gained from trying to understand what a text is saying objectively, and more importantly to ask why it might be saying it, than to try and glean your own subjective perspective from a text that may or may not share it.

Also I highly recommend getting pdf of ebook versions of the books, or using potter-search.com when trying to find answers in canon. If you need quotes, this is where you can find them easily by using the search features. Relying on your own memory, ie. "as I recall" without confirming if your memory is correct is how canon gets twisted and skewed in fandoms, and if you're arguing with someone who's quoting from the book directly, then either be prepared to do the same or bow out gracefully, in my opinion.

Again, I appreciate you tagging me in this post OP, it was a fun rabbit hole to go down! And I really appreciate your kind words about my meta posts. But it does also feel like you were asking us to do your homework for you, and I've had asks like that in the past and tbh they make me uncomfortable. I enjoy literary analysis and writing meta, but it takes time and effort and I wouldn't ask someone else to do so for my sake just because I didn't feel like doing it myself or didn't have the skills. (And I can understand a sense of urgency when you're in a heated debate, but please also consider why debating fictional characters is causing such a sense of urgency if it is, and whether that's good for your mental health.) Knowing how to think critically and support your opinions with sources (not to mention being open to changing your opinion if the sources disagree with them or just simply go in an unexpected third direction like they did here) are incredibly important skills and I hope you'll use your interest in fandom discourse to develop them. (Also if there's a language barrier I apologize, but that's also something to consider when getting into a debate with someone who doesn't have that - and while that may feel unfair, and justifiably, not to mention relatably as English isn't my first language - it's worth considering whether the issue you're arguing about is worth the energy and angst you're putting into it.)

Also Wizarding World is not a reliable source. You absolutely have to pay attention to the specific language used in every article, because a lot of it is meta and not canon, usually indicated by non-committal language ie. "possibly" "may have" "could have" etc. If it wasn't written by Rowling it can't be relied on as canon. "Last minute change of heart" can have multiple implications and it's always better to go to the source text than to analysis first.

Also my last bit of unsolicited advice: when someone sends you a quote from a text, ask them where it can be found. Book and chapter (page numbers get iffy with digital media because they can change, and with HP there are so many versions that even hard copies make page numbers unreliable). Quotes can be selective, and it's good practice to look them up yourself and see if there's any additional language preceeding or following the quoted text that affects context. Also twitter is a TERRIBLE medium for the conversation you're having with this person.

Hep

I need arguments, quotes, or something that confirms that James knew about the prank

I'm arguing with a snater convinced that James didn't know about the prank, He says James finds out about the prank at the last minute and goes quickly to save Snape.

If you answered yes, pls tell me why.

I'm convinced that he did know, James and Sirius were inseparable. It is impossible that he did not tell him. James probably thought it funny at the time, but as night drew nearer he saw the seriousness of what was gonna happen and the consequences and went to save Snape at the last moment.

I even sent him this quote

"If it hadn’t had been for James’s last-minute change of heart, he could have been responsible for Snape’s death " Written by The Wizarding World Team

And his answer was....

As I recall, there is no mention of a change of heart in the book. I don't know if he doesn't know how to read or what, but in the quote I sent him it's implied that James did know.

But he's very convinced that James is innocent and didn't know anything.....

He sent me a quote from the book, which also does not specify that he did not know. It doesn't say when James HEARD or from who he hear about the prank. "went after" it doesn't say that he went Immediately after knowing it.

Like ok he heart it and went but, it does not specify when he found out or if he went immediately after he found out about the prank to save snape

Tbh I'm very confused

Any comments will be appreciated 🥺🩷🩷

[forever-rogue]

Oblivious

A/N | This is just a little sweet fluff with Buckaroo. It’s also a late little happy birthday for @falcor-thee-luck-dragon! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys!

Summary | You’d think Bucky wouldn’t be so oblivious but...he was. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Warnings | language

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky Barnes was a man of many talents and had a vast knowledge of a variety of things. Sometimes, however, things were so obvious and clear that they went right over his head. You could hit him in the face with a 2x4 and he wouldn’t know what happened oblivious. Like the fact that you, his girlfriend of almost a year, had the strange and peculiar ability to communicate with animals. You’d never hid it, nor explicitly told him about it, thinking it would be funny to see how long it would take him to catch on. 330 days (and counting) in and he hadn’t.

Bucky grabbed his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds quickly before pulling up Spotify and turning to his secret indulgence playlist - classical Italian Opera. Yeah. It was just a thing he had happened to really like for no particular reason. The only other living souls in his apartment with him were Archie, your black and white speckled mutt and Alpine, Bucky’s snow white cat. You were currently out of town for work and had asked Bucky if he minded watching Archie, to which he had of course said yes. It was no secret that Archie loved Bucky almost as much as you and vice versa - he was the goodest boy as Bucky had proclaimed. Plus, the cat and dog got along like they were old best friends. 

Trailing into the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants as Archie laid on the bed and offered him a dismissal look. Alpine was tucked into his side as she slept soundly, paying no attention to her owner. 

As he turned on the shower and let the water warm up, he finished stripping off his clothes before deciding to sing along with his music as best as he could. Bucky didn’t speak Italian. It showed. But he was passionate about giving it all as he got ready to take on the day. Archie groaned as Bucky hit a particularly high note, burying his face under the soft duvet. 

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“You ever gonna ask her the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky as the two men walked alongside the creek. Bucky had decided that ice cream and a walk for Archie were called for, so he’d taken advantage of the nice weather and gone outside. Missing your company, despite you only having been gone for a few days, he’d called up Sam and convinced him to meet up. Not that it took much convincing; the men were as thick as thieves, no matter how much they denied it. Co-workers, partners - best friends. 

“Umm,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he almost choked on his ice cream, awkwardly coughing to cover up his nerves. Sam just snickered in response as he realized he already had his answer. After a moment he slowly nodded, “I have the ring...it’s been sitting in the sock drawer.”

“Sock drawer,” Sam snorted and shook his head as a flush of red colored Bucky’s neck and ears, “classic. When are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed as he broke off a piece of waffle cone and handed it to Archie, who had been listening in very intently, “I want to...but what if it’s too soon. We technically don’t even live together yet-”

“Doesn’t she like to spend her time at yours? She’s practically moved in...most of the stuff at your place is hers anyway,” Sam reminded him as Bucky made a small, noncommittal sound. It was true - when you’d first met Bucky his place had been minimal and bare. Now, with your time and touch, it felt like a home; a home you had lovingly built with him. Sam bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his, “just get it all done in one swoop. She’ll say yes.”

Archie made a small sound, agreeing with Sam as he rubbed his snout against Bucky’s thigh. He visibly relaxed as he nodded, hoping that this would be enough to psych him up, “I’ll think about it-”

“No thinking about it,” Sam tutted gently, “you’re going to do it. You’ve been a fool - a straight up head over heels in love fool - since you’ve met her. You’re going to ask.”

“Sam…”

“How long have you had the ring?”

“Sam.”

“Bucky.”

“A few weeks after we started dating,” Bucky cast his glance at the ground as warmth flushed up in his cheeks. He’d expected Sam to burst out in laughter, but luckily the other man said nothing, but a smile stretched across his features, “it seems so silly but you know..I just felt like I knew.”

“Sometimes you do,” Sam agreed, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him for a quick hug, “you just gotta do it, Buck. She won’t say no.”

Archie barked in response, looking between the two men, wagging his tail excitedly. Sam offered him a few pets before nodding in response.

“She comes home in a few days,” he couldn’t wait to pick you up from the airport and have you jump into his arms while he finally got to hold you again, “I’ve got until then to pluck up the courage.”

“Just don’t lay it on her right away…” Sam snorted as he picked Bucky running up to you immediately pouring his heart out to you. Not a good idea, “give her a moment to be calm and breath.”

“Shut up,” Bucky huffed as he finished the rest of his ice cream, “I’ve got this!”

“We’re all counting on that!”

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Bucky set the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table as he tried not to sniffle too loudly. His eyes were misty and burning with unshed tears as he watched whatever cheesy romance he had randomly selected. He pulled the soft blanket he was curled up in higher, savoring the fact that it still managed to have a faint bit of your smell on it. Alpine was curled up on the back of the couch, snoozing away while Archie was laying next to him, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He was on and off sleeping, but had peeped open an eye when he first heard Bucky sniffle. 

“They’re in love,” he whispered gently, unsure if he was speaking to himself or talking to his furry companions. He was scratching Archie’s ears as he watched the scenes play out on the screen, “but they can’t be together. Their families would never allow it.”

Archie huffed lightly as he burrowed further into Bucky’s touch. It was the first time he’d seen the man get so emotional over the movie. Bucky had feelings, plenty of them, of course, but there was something about the movie he’d picked, combined with how much he was missing you that caused him to just lose it. It was like the dam had burst and his emotions were out of control.

He sat back and watched the rest of the movie in silence, a few tears running down his cheeks as he watched the love story play out. By the end of the movie, Archie was fully in his lap and Alpine was resting on his chest, “he left everything behind for her, so they could start a new life together far away. They really were next to meant to be together. It’s beautiful.”

The furry little ones were absolutely  going to tell you about this. 

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Archie yawned and slowly stretched before hopping down from the couch and heading towards Bucky’s bedroom. He tried to nose the door open as he learned to do, but was stopped when he found that it was closed all the way. His head tilted in curiosity and whined softly as he tried to see if Bucky was awake so he would let him in. 

As soon as he did, the dog regretted it. All he could hear coming from inside was the soft sounds coming from Bucky. Soft moans and sounds and gentle whispers of your name. His eyes widened as the dog took off down the hall and ran back into the living room, flopping down on his dog bed and cuddling up to Alpine as he tried to empty his mind. All the poor dog had wanted to do was to sleep in the big soft bed - not be scarred for life. 

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“Bucky!” as soon as you’d gotten cleared and walked through arrivals and gotten your single bag, you’d kept your eyes peeled for Bucky. It didn’t take long to find him, standing near the back, blue eyes scanning the arrivals with a hopeful little smile on his face. You almost dropped your bag as you ran over to him. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, you dropped everything to the ground, and Bucky effortlessly scooped you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in a tight embrace, “James. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed in content, happy to have you in his arms once again. Everything about you set his soul on fire, as he held onto you as tightly as possible. After a moment, he slowly set you back down, but not before peppering your face in gentle kisses, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Bucky,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek, “you’re too much. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Not quite yet.”

“Sure I am,” you insisted quietly, “I’m here with you. You’re my home, Bucky.”

The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket as you looked at him like he was everything - your whole world (he was). Unable to form a proper sentence, he  grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded airport. He could feel you smiling against his lips, reluctantly breaking apart from you only once you were both breathless. 

“What was that for?” you asked shyly, feeling your face flush with warmth as he picked up your bags for you. You were watching him with pure adoration as he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged softly, “jus’ missed you is all, pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, Bucky,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you more than all the moon and stars, pretty girl.”

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“What?” you asked as Archie came into the kitchen and sat down, watching you intently as you finished up the cookies you had been working. Bucky was busy with Sam that afternoon, so you’d decided to make a little sweet treat for both of you. You’d been home for a few days and fallen into an easy routine, having opted to stay with Bucky for the time being rather than going back to your own place, “you’ve got something to say, I can tell.”

Just missed you. I like when you’re home, you and Bucky. And Alpine. 

“I missed you too, buddy,” you promised, leaning over to his head a gentle pet, “did you have fun while I was gone?”

Yes. Bucky takes good care of me. I like Alpine too. She’s nice.

“I happen to like them a lot too,” you grinned at your friend, “I’m glad you do too. I think...I really love him, Archie. I think, no, I know - he’s the one.”

He thinks so too. He told Sam you’re the one - and us too. 

“Really?” you almost dropped the cookies you were plating up in surprise as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing in excitement, “you’re not messing with me, are you?”

It’s true. He’s got...well, you’ll see. He likes romance movies apparently. And singing opera.

“Oh?”

He was watching a movie. He ate two bowls of popcorn and cried. He let me and Alpine sit on him though so it was okay. He sings opera when he showers in the morning. He’s not good but he tries.

“Archie! Don’t be a meanie,” you chuckled as you tried to picture the scene. It would have been hilarious to see. You’d always known Bucky had a soft side, you just didn’t know how soft, “but I will remember that and use it to my advantage when I want to watch a cheesy movie.”

Please do. He gives good pets when he’s in that mood. He always gives good pets.

“He’s a good man,” you grinned as you reached over the counter for a good treat that you easily tossed to him, “I really love him.”

He really loves you. One night I...never mind.

“No, no,” you shook your head as you waggled another treat at him, “out with it! Or I’ll hide all of your treats!”

Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me - I wanted to sleep in the big bed one night and the door was closed and I heard him. He was...saying your name.

Your brows narrowed in confusion for a moment as you pulled another treat out and twirled it in your fingers for a moment. Then you hit you, what he had meant, “oh. Oh. That is...good to know, I suppose.”

Not for me. I just wanted to sleep, not...hear that.

“Sorry buddy,” you snorted as you handed him another treat, “that will stay between us. Besides...he still doesn’t know we can communicate. I wonder if he’ll ever put two and two together?”

You could just tell him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you teased as the door opened and Bucky walked in, a giant grin on his face. You looked at Archie and shot him a wink before turning to Bucky, “hello, my love. You’re just in time! Cookies are done and cooled!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Bucky came over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before petting Archie, “I love you. Is someone here? I could have sworn you were talking to someone…”

“Nope,” you (half) lied, covering up with a brilliant smile, “just me and the dog and cat.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, thinking it was just his imagination, “what’s all this? Cookies -  whatever for?”

“Just because I love you,” you grinned as Archie groaned and laid down, “both of you!”

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You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as you reached one of the peaks of the small mountain you and Bucky were hiking. It was a glorious day so you’d decided there was no better plan than to get out and enjoy nature. He had no problem at any point, even offering to piggy back you when you’d grown tired; you’d just defiantly stuck your tongue out at the super soldier and carried on. 

“This view is absolutely breathtaking,” you looked over the small cliff, admiring the tranquil expanse of the woods in front of you. Bucky was at your side, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin, “it’s pretty amazin’.”

“Bucky,” you turned around and rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, causing you to break into a fit of giggles, “I’m all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t care,” he insisted as his hands found purchase on your waist and pulled you closer against him, his lips already ghosting over yours, “jus’ want you, baby.”

“Bucky,” his name was soft on your lips, but before anything else could happen, you were stopped by a small, almost nervous little voice from up above. 

Umm, hi! I don’t want to interrupt but…

You pulled back from Bucky for a moment before looking at the tree, where you found a small squirrel sitting on a branch and watching you both. Bucky was surprised for a moment but calmed when you gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently moved past him and towards your new friend.

“Hi,” you smiled at her and offered a smile, picking up an acorn and handing it over to her, “is everything alright?”

Oh yes. I just wanted to let you know there’s a big group of people coming. If you want some privacy you should go somewhere more secluded! They’re pretty loud, I don’t like big groups.

“Oh!” you giggled as you could only imagine the awkward scenario if you’d been caught, “thanks for the heads up! We’ll definitely get out of here. I’m sorry you have to deal with all the noise.”

It’s okay. I’m going back to my nest now! If you go down the hill, there’s a more private path that leads back down the mountain. There’s signs if you need them.

“Why thank you,” you grinned as you reached up and she let you pet her, “you’ve been very helpful. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.“

No problem. I hope so too! Thank you for the acorn!

“Anytime,” you promised as she scurried away with her new treasure. You shook your head in amusement as you turned back around to Bucky, to find him watching you with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, almost wondering if he was hallucinating. Had you just gone mad and tried to speak to a squirrel? You laughed lightly at the shocked look on his features,  “oh.”

“What was...what was that?” he asked as you rejoined him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still scanning the branch the small squirrel had just occupied. 

“She was just warning us that there’s a group of hikers coming our way and we should find someplace more private,” you said as if it was no big deal. It didn’t help Bucky in the slightest.

“She? A warning...how….That was a squirrel!”

“I was wondering if you’d ever put two and two together,” you laughed, almost doubling over in laughter, “I...Bucky, I don’t know how or why but I can communicate with animals.”

“You can….how long?!”

“Ever since I’ve been a child?” you held up your hands in earnest, “its something I’ve always been able to do. I don’t advertise it, obviously because people generally think I’m crazy, but I would think you of all people understand. It’s just been...fun to wait and see if you’d ever figure it out.”

“All those times…” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation and disbelief as you watched him in amusement. He was a brilliant, smart man but sometimes he was so oblivious. You couldn’t love him anymore if you tried, “it wasn’t just...a one sided conversation. It all makes sense now. Wow, that’s amazing! What a wonderful thing to possess.”

“I’ve always liked it,” you agreed, “it’s different, you know? But special in its own way.”

“Wait…” he mused for a moment, “so all those times...oh. H-how much have Archie and Alpine told you? Have they always talked to you?”

“Yup,” you crossed your arms over your chest, as you watched his neck and ears turn red, “those two in particular are very animated and over the top. They’re the worst little gossip duo. Almost like you and Sammy.”

“Of course they are,” he groaned as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards. He gave you a sheepish grin as you pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, “they told you about the movie, huh?”

“Archie,” you confirmed, “but he did say you gave him the best pets.”

“Did he tell about...oh no,” this time his whole face was a brilliant crimson, “I-I…”

“Oh stop,” you teased, “I’m flattered and honored. It’s not like I don’t do the same when I’m not with you.”

“Really?” he perked up with pride as you just nodded in amusement, “well then. Wait - did he tell you about Sam?”

“He said you went on a walk with him but that was it,” you shrugged, “nothing really. I do know that he loves you and Alpine very much. And so do I, obviously.”

“Okay,” he relaxed slightly as you took his hand and started to lead him towards the more secluded path your little squirrel had told you about. The box in his pocket was once again burning a hole, “good.”

“Everything okay, Bub?” you asked as he just nodded, lips pursed as he fell into step behind you. Something was definitely off, but you weren’t going to push him on it. If anything, you knew he’d come around and speak his mind about what was going on. He usually always did. 

A silence, one neither tense nor uncomfortable, fell over the two of you as you walked down the quiet trail. It was beautiful - lush greenery and newly bloomed plants everywhere. At one point you stopped and pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of the natural beauty. Bucky had been so lost in his own thoughts, his heart practically pounding in his chest and consuming every part of him that he almost bowled into you and knocked you over. 

“James!” it was somewhere between a groan and laugh as he caught you in his arms in order to keep you from tumbling into a bunch of bushes. You were face to face with Bucky, looking at him intently as he steadied you,  “alright, something’s up. Come on - out with it. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I umm...marry me?” all the speeches he had gone over and planned wet out the window as he just stared at you with nervous eyes. You’d been so taken aback by his sudden question that you took a step back and gave him a curious expression. Bucky’s stomach was in absolute knots as he wondered if he’d just fucked everything up.

“W-what?” your voice was a small squeak, as you tried to see if he was just pulling your leg. But his gaze never wavered, “what did you just ask me?”

“I…” he stopped over a moment before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands and pulling out a small box. Your eyes widened in response as you realized that was not joking at all, further evidenced when he popped it open and showed you the ring inside. Your mouth dropped open when it all came together, “I thought the whole proposal would go a lot differently than this but umm...yeah. Will you marry me? That’s what I’m trying to ask...I’m glad Archie hadn’t spoiled that for you.”

“No,” you shook your head as you already felt tears pricking at your eyes, “he definitely didn’t. I thought he might have been holding something back, but I...I had no idea.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel like when you know someone 's the one..you know,” he admitted softly, “and I know you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to call my wife...my everything.”

“James,” you looked between him and the ring a few more times before swallowing the lump in your throat, “gods, I am so in love with you. There was never a doubt in my mind that it was meant to be you. Yes, of course yes.”

“Really?!”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “I love you, Bucky. You’re my forever.”

“Forever,” he breathed softly, “I like the sound of that.”

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[oneoftheprettynerds]

So We Meet Again: Dark! Stucky x Reader

Requested: Yes, based on a prompt by @heavenlyseb

A/N: I was halfway done with LACs next chapter but the inspiration died Idk why so I thought I’d invest the creative energy somewhere else and then try my hand at that again. Thank you to you for dropping this request in my ask box, @heavenlyseb​. 

WARNINGS: Non-con, Mental breakdown, spiking a drink.

Summary: Reader tries to escape her past but it’s harder when your past includes dangerous men.

Word Count: 1.3 K {so drabble I think}

The entire day something had felt wrong. Maybe it was the universe’s way of sending you a message, foreshadowing misfortune in ways it knew. 

For the first time ever you had messed up breakfast, spilling the coffee and burning the toasts. Then you had forgotten some very important papers at home that Steve thankfully had a soft copy of on his laptop. After you left office earlier than him like you always did to go home and cook, you had your car die on you and leave you stranded. This series of unfortunate events didn’t end there; unfortunately, it followed you home. 

The streak continued with the laundry getting messed up, all whites turning pink and colored fabrics getting bleached. You fingers got stuck in a drawer, yours toes also getting stubbed. Nevertheless the day wasn’t even close to beating the worst day of your life; more like the worst few months of your otherwise simple life.

A shudder ran through you as the thoughts and memories you had buried so deep surfaced again. With one uncurbed thought that gave rise to the unpleasant memory train, you were back in that posh glass office again.

 It was New Years Eve. The decorations were still hung up around the large rooftop arena, from Christmas a few days ago. The bars had the strongest alcoholic drinks wearing pretty shades of blue and orange. There were plants draped in ornaments, a lot of them. You remembered chuckling about how the potted plants were a show of wealthy people, all affluent people pretending to have a green thumb or care for the Earth.

You greeted the people you knew and joked about resolutions. You remember hanging out with the only actual friend you had there, the receptionist Lucy. Anyone else you talked to at the company was merely a coworker, some of them plotting your downfall even. But Lucy was genuine, and so your only friend.

Said friend however, did abandon you few minutes prior to midnight with poor, half a hearted apologies, running in preparation for her midnight kiss. You giggled and honestly, weren’t even offended, just amused by her antics.

You planned on sulking in the corner with the other singles who weren’t ready to mingle and saying goodbye as soon as the clock hit twelve. That plan failed when your handsome hunk of a boss, whom you had seen only a handful of times and encountered for even fewer, brought you a drink and asked for a few minutes of your time.

You don’t know what made you go then, nor do you have any better take on the situation even now but the gist of it all was that you did oblige. It could have been the alcohol coursing through your veins, the encouragement by others’ jealous stares and Lucy’s wink or even the slight crush you had on the man with the cerulean eyes.      

However, going to his office and him fucking you on that sandalwood desk wasn’t your choice.

You remember him kissing you at the midnight stroke, a kiss sizzling with passion and yearning. When you both pulled away, you felt flushed and giddy but the carnal desire in his eyes after just one kiss alarmed you. Still, you offered to exchange numbers for a follow up, he was your boss after all but your dazed mind could not even remember your own number.

Your mind began to lose consciousness as you sweated and your skin heated, head and folds burning alike. You slipped in and out of articulacy, fragments of memory in your mind.

You shook your head as you realized you were shaking, keeping the knife down on the board and halting the slicing of tomatoes. You wiped your tears as you chided yourself for almost getting into another accident, a fatal one even, zoning out like that with a sharp knife.

The sound of the door opening and closing made you calm, Steve was home now. You hadn’t told him everything about your past yet, just bits and pieces, but you had never felt unsafe with him. He was nothing short of a gentleman, courted you properly and even waited months when you weren’t initially ready.

He let you progress the relationship on your terms, his support always there whether it was the question of spending a night together or moving in. His arms were where you felt the safest, his strength a promise of protection. 

A second set of footsteps made you furry your eyebrows, Steve didn’t inform you of company tonight. You pushed your anguish aside, putting on a facade for his guest as you got back to chopping. 

“Honey, I’m home.” Steve’s holler made you easy, his presence itself was comforting.  

“I’m in the kitchen.” You sung back, the nickname making you smile. 

“I brought a guest for dinner, hope you don’t mind.” He called out from the living room, the slight thud of furniture telling you they sat there.

You checked the broth, dinner for three would take time, even more so as your bad luck kept you on your toes today. Switching off the stove you sighed and made you way to the living room.

You planned to ask Steve to order and simultaneously greet his guest but ice froze in your veins when you entered the square doorway. Your planned again and at this point, one would think they had a knack for unsuccessful plans.

You could never forget the broad shoulders, the silky brunette locks and the sapphire blue eyes of James Buchanan Barnes, the handsome devil that haunted your existence.

You remembered waking up to your senses getting slaughtered. The drag of a cock in your hole as you clenched as tightly as a boxer’s fist. The squelching noises, the breathy moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. It took all you had in you to open your eyes every time you slipped out of consciousness.

You remembered being taken on every surface in his large office, against the glass panels looking onto the city below, on his velvet sofa, even his private elevator.  

Barnes had whispered sweet nothings in your ears that night and every night after like he was your lover, not your assaulter. How he cornered you with the obscene footage the night after when you threatened to press charges. You both knew then that you had no hope, no chance of winning against him and would have no dignity either if released some footage with some faces blurred.

He used and abused you and his power, until the day you finally gathered your guts and went far way, a new place, new start. 

You believed you didn’t leave a trail behind but then how was the devil himself greeting you in your own home? 

Your whole body shook like it did minutes earlier and you found Steve gently cradling your face. You flinched at his touch, skidding away, “Get this man out of here, Steve!” If looks could kill, the brunette would have dropped dead.

James Barnes had the audacity to smirk as you brushed a hand through his hair, ever so confident and smug, your shaken form amusing him.

Steve hung his hand around your shoulder and wiped a tear that had escaped. His arms were your haven and such you had believed until a moment later, “That’s no way to greet Bucky, sweetheart.” 

Your head whipped at light’s speed as you looked in horror at Steve, the hold on your shoulders tightening and keeping you alongside him.

“He was kind enough to give you months to adjust but now he misses you more than he can endure.”

  “Steve, you don’t know what your bastard of a frien-” You started hoping it was a misunderstanding on your part.

At the curse, Steve’s grip became bruising as he cut you off, “Trust me sweetheart, I know. Bucky and I don’t have secrets.” 

[krystaline]

closed for @suiwrites ! at some castle corridor, night-time .

enveloped in the darkness, it has come to no one’s surprise that emma was sneaking outside the gryffindor tower past curfew, skillfully hiding underneath the shadows as she's done so multiple times. and although ideally, she would've preferred to venture the castle with her fellow miscreants, one was terrified of even stepping a toe beyond the fat lady's portrait without the others, while the very same others were more preoccupied with some map they devised which emma finds nothing short of precarious. her plan for tonight was simple however: slip a couple of frog spawning soaps into the bathrooms, let them perform their magic, and wake up to quite the hysterics in the morning— plain and simple. it wasn't much compared to her more elaborate schemes, but she was itching to do something and who would she be if she does not surrender to her impulses.

as she was rounding around the corner on the way to her last couple of washrooms, her spirits were dampened by her furry nemesis whom she was hoping to avoid tonight. mrs. norris was staring at her as they meet, caught her red-handed with the bag of soap in her hands; and considering where the vile cat was, mr. filch is to be expected. emma had no other option but to run, and while doing so, completely cursing herself for not taking james's cloak for the night that it didn't let her mind dictate where her feet was taking her. she zooms past corridors, almost faster than the speed of a broomstick that it completely surprised her when a human body suddenly appears and ended up colliding into. "ow ! must you really emerge out of nowhere?" she groans, hand on her head as she hears distant footsteps coming from the hallway behind her. instinctively, emma grabs the other person's hand and drags them into the closest and unlocked room she could find. "terribly sorry— not really, but i have to drag you in here to make sure you're not going to rat on me."

[theeslytherinslut]

12 Grimmauld Place (2/?)

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader, Remus Lupin x reader’s brother 

Word Count: 2,272

Warnings: injury, implied smut, cursing

Part 1 | Part 3 |

“I suppose I should clean up,” you gestured to your wrecked state. Trying to get up on your own, however, was laughable, and you fell back against the chair quite quickly. 

“Would you like some help?” Sirius asked, knocking over his chair in his angst to help you. 

“That might be nice. If you could just, maybe...” you trailed off, trying to think of a good way to get up. But every time you tried to straighten your back, the pain made your vision fuzz around the edges. 

“Perhaps I’ll just...lie here,” you resigned to spending the night in your own filth after several attempts. 

“Hang on,” Sirius said, and then he was gone. 

With an enormous creak and shuddering sensation, as the water protested greatly after years of no use, you heard water being run somewhere in the house. A couple seconds later, Sirius returned to the doorway, sleeves rolled up. You tried not to linger too long on his hands as they glistened with water. No matter how long the two of you had known each other, you’d never get over his hands—something about them made it near impossible to look away. 

“I’m going to carry you,” he declared, striding into the room. 

“What? No! Sirius...no, I’m much too heavy. I’ll be alright until tomorrow, it’s fine,” you shrugged off, cheeks burning fiery hot at the thought of Sirius carrying you and placing you in the bath. 

“Y/N, you are covered in dirt, sweat, dust, and your own blood. I know you well enough to know it is most certainly not alright. Also, your lack of faith in my strength is rather insulting; you’re tiny. Azkaban didn’t do that much damage.” Sirius waved off, an annoyed look painting his features. 

“Oh, alright. But if I can’t even stand, how the ruddy hell am I supposed to bathe myself?” you asked, stating the obvious. 

“Oh, hmm. Excellent point.” Sirius said, hand coming thoughtfully to his chin. “Well, there’s no one here but me and good old Kreacher. The kids, Molly, and Arthur won’t be here for weeks.” 

It was at that moment Kreacher had chosen to poke his bulbous head into the room, no doubt curious as to all the noise in his otherwise quite empty house. 

“Ooh, Master has brought home a lady friend....a bloody, filthy lady friend...oh, but could it be...yes, it is so...Kreacher knows her blood runs pure...Mistress would be most pleased,” Kreacher began monologuing. You looked to Sirius, who wore a most tired look on his face. 

“Yes, you wretched thing, she’s a pureblood. You and Mother can get positively tingly with excitement about having another one in the house later. For now, go fetch a towel--a clean towel Kreacher.” Sirius commanded him. 

“Of course, Master...nothing but the best for the pureblood...” Kreacher bowed, disappearing from the room. 

“My mother has positively ruined that poor creature,” Sirius pondered before turning back to you. “So, what’ll it be?”

You weighed your options, but it seemed there was only one. Feeling vaguely as if you were in some cheesy movie, you acquiesced. 

“Oh, alright.” you lifted your arms, signaling for Sirius to come pick you up. “But no funny business, Mister. And when I say close your eyes, I better not see them peaking.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Miss.” Sirius bantered back, snaking an arm under your knees and behind your back.

Looking at him now, he looked much better than you’d seen him recently. That light that always lit his face back at school was just beginning to reach his eyes now. 

You’d attended Hogwarts with James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily—though you weren’t quite as close as the group of them. Just a little sibling on the outskirts. You were several years younger, and what’s more, is you’d been placed in Slytherin. Despite this--and much to the dismay of both of your housemates--Remus always came over to chat in the halls, but people years apart in separate houses rarely saw each other. Especially in Gryffindor and Slytherin, no less. 

You were fine with things, however, contenting yourself with your housemates--though finding those worthy of friendship was hard. Many of them seemed to make it their mission to further Slytherin’s bad reputation and were assholes just for the sake of being assholes.

Naturally, every time Remus was in the hallways, he was flanked by his friends, James, Sirius, and Peter. James was always friendly, but you saw the way his eyes followed Lily Evans around and knew he was smitten. Sirius, however, well Sirius was different. 

Though you weren’t exactly friends, your eyes often trailed after him as he swaggered through the halls with James by his side. Remus seemed to be a touch embarrassed on how the crowds would split for them, but James and Sirius ate it up like candy. 

James looked above the crowds, happy to be on top, only coming down to find the redhead he so loved, grinning at her boyishly. Sirius’ eyes raked through the crowds just as much as their eyes raked over him. Always finding one set in particular to smirk or wink at, likely loving the way the blush rose to their cheeks, and they turned to giggle with their friends. Sirius seemed to exude sex appeal, and you weren’t impervious to it. 

Your brother’s best friend. You were such a cliche. 

When you were younger, he always gave you a boyish smile and even a wave sometimes, the other girls in your grade giggling madly and asking you how you knew him--that always felt good--but as you got older, he began to look at you less. Or at least he wanted you to think so. You could swear you could feel him looking at you, but turn to find his eyes quickly flitting away. Then, when Remus would come up to say hello, his eyes would be on anyone but you. Glaring at passing Slytherins, sneering at others, or looking contemptuous but slightly interested at some of the older girls. And so eventually, you stop letting him catch you looking too. You began dating around just before they left, but it never turned out well as the group of them were suddenly all your older brothers and who wanted to snog a girl with four older brothers--the Marauders, no less. 

So instead, you just resigned to watching that last year, drinking in every moment before you’d never see Sirius’ smug smile lighting up the corridors, James never a step too far behind. Their faces were always lit with excitement, some mischievous plan developing behind one of their eyes. Even after Hogwarts, that life never left their eyes. Not as the two entered the Order, not as James settled down with Lily, not even when Harry came along...but you saw it almost go out entirely when James was taken from Sirius, and then you saw it truly die the day he was sentenced to life in Azkaban. 

Upon his return, some life was breathed back into him but whatever was there was quickly being snuffed out during his house arrest to a place he detested so much, no one but Kreacher and Buckbeak for company. 

Suddenly, interrupting your thoughts, Sirius changed direction and stopped in the doorway of what you saw to be the bathroom. 

Sirius’ POV

“How do you want to do this?” I asked, pausing as her brows furrowed in thought. My heart raced with fury as I looked down at her broken frame. 

Fenrir Greyback. I’d had a bone to pick with him since Moony told me he was the one responsible for his furry little problem, but now, looking at her grimy face, the wild look in her eyes...I had half a mind to call Remus anyway and run out right along with him. 

“Hmm, well, let’s see. Set me down on the edge of the tub; as long as I don’t straighten my back too much, I should be able to undress,” she thought out loud. Following her command, I set her gingerly on the edge, wincing with her as I did so. 

Why the hell were they after her anyway? She was merely a mole—each side had plenty, and we certainly didn’t sicc our nuttiest killers on each we suspected...but then again, I guess we were the good side. Perhaps it had something to do with Remus? But I couldn’t think of anything he was doing that would result in this. 

“I’m just going to try slipping in. If I yell out or something...just keep your eyes shut for a moment,” she said, hissing as her cut up skin hit the hot water. 

“Is it too hot?” I asked nervously. Like a bloody teenager, my heart beat wildly in my chest at the thought of her naked body in the tub just behind me. 

‘Stop, it’s Moony’s sister,’ I thought to myself--just as I’d done all those years at school. 

“Fuck...It’s fine, Sirius, thanks,” she breathed out. “Alright, you can open.”

She sat in a ball, her knees brought up tight to her chest, her Y/H/C hair slicked back against her scalp, sopping wet. Kicking myself before I could let my thoughts wander, I took my shoes off and padded over to her. 

Gingerly I worked through her hair until it was free of glass, clean, and soft. Dragging a soft rag across her cut up skin, I cleaned off every bit of grime from her. Enraged once more, I saw the beginnings of dozens of nasty bruises peppered all across her body. I’d kill that bloody wolf if it was the very last thing I did. 

As my eyes danced along her wet figure, I had to tear my eyes away several times from how her knees pushed on her breasts, cursing myself for my inappropriate timing. However, it wasn’t every day I got to bathe the potty-mouthed, absolutely breathtaking Slytherin I’d been watching for years...even if she was Remus’ sister.  

She kept to herself in school, only really talking to her friend group, but I swore I caught her eyes on me quite a few times, but she’d always turn scarlet and look away before I could be sure. 

“Hang on,” she said, and I held my breath as she straightened out a leg and placed it down. Not wanting to look like a pervert, I averted my eyes away from her now exposed chest. 

“It’s alright, I’ve covered them with my arm,” she said, her cheeks bright red as her hand dove into the water to cover the spot I fantasized about most. 

Closing my eyes and willing myself to stop, I picked up the rag again and brushed the rag gingerly against her thighs, this time being unable to tear my thoughts away from her creamy skin. Just a stroke or two farther...and I could make her forget all about the events of the night. 

I cut myself off once again as I felt a stirring in my stomach, but it was too late. I could already feel the blood rushing quickly as the image of her splayed out, cheeks red this time from pleasure, gasping my name as she clenched around fingers. 

“Sirius?” She asked, snatching me from my thoughts. Cursing quietly, I looked down to find a definite tent in my pants. 

Y/N’s POV

“Sorry, what?” he asked, his cheeks a more red shade than normal, his pupils all blown. 

“I said I think that’s as good as I’m gonna get. Close your eyes and give me your hand so I can stand,” you said, gingerly reaching for the white, fluffy towel Kreacher had placed on the toilet. Though this bathroom was a right sight better than the rest of the house, the towel practically gleamed comparatively. 

“Alright,” you said after a moment, wrapping the towel around you. “I feel a bit better after my bath. Perhaps I could try walking again.” 

“Alright, but I’ll be right here,” Sirius said, standing steadfastly at your side. It seemed he was taking Madam Pomfrey’s words to heart. 

Gingerly straightening, you made it a fair bit higher before your back protested, and you started walking slowly towards the door. 

“Where should I go?” I asked. I’d only been in the kitchen of the old house a handful of times. 

“I’m afraid I only have the one room cleaned up thus far. Molly said she was going to give me a hand on that...” Sirius trailed off, looking embarrassed. “It’s just down the hall here.”

He led you down the quiet hallway, various paintings muttering mutinously underneath their sheet drapings. 

“Not too friendly, then?” you asked, gesturing to one who was hissing faintly. 

“Meet my family,” Sirius grimaced. 

“These are...this is your house?” you asked him. Thinking back to your childhood years, you’d often pondered where Remus’ friends lived, but never did you dream of a place like this for Sirius. 

“The Noble House of Black,” he muttered in a funny voice. 

“Was that a Kreacher impression?” you asked, a smile coming to your face for the first time that night. 

“It was good, then?” Sirius said, smiling at you playfully. The sight took your breath away; it took you a second to reply. 

“Dead awful, love,” you laughed. Not two hours after having been almost killed and Sirius had you laughing. 

“Ah, just as well. Don’t want to be anything like the cretin.” he shuddered as the two of you came to a doorway opening up to a spacious, light room. 

[moonslove7]

Moonys Soft

(Remus Lupin x reader)

Summary: (Y/n) accidentally encounters Moony while having a midnight stroll, what happened next was of course unexpected and highly unusual...

You sighed as you stopped studying, letting the book fall on the table completely out of your hands, you had been studying for three hours straight for a test and finally decided you had done all you could until the next morning so you looked to the window behind you which had a perfect view of the moon that hung ever so beautifully in the sky. Sighing again your thoughts moved to Remus, your boyfriend, you wondered what he was up to with his friends, and if of course when the morning came he would be sporting a new scar or injury. The moon used to be beautiful for you but now it just brought distaste and annoyance to you, for this was the worst night of the month for your boyfriend and probably many others, who are forced to go through it. 

‘Maybe I could do with some fresh air... Rem did say they usually are in the Shrieking Shack, so what could a little walk do?’ Nodding to yourself in agreement you picked up your textbook and notes, putting them all inside your bag and then took them to your dorm room, grabbing a hoodie that probably belonged to Remus you quickly pulled it through your arms and head, then realised how it had his usual scent of books, parchment paper, chocolate and a woodsy kind of smell, you inhaled it silently smiling at the comforting smell. The hoodie was slightly bigger because of Remus’ height but it was insanely comfy.

Putting your wand in the hoodie pocket you quietly closed the door and descended down the stairs and on your way to the woods. You weren’t going to go far, you just wanted to have walk in the refreshing fresh air near your boyfriend. Walking slowly, your hands stuffed in the hoodies pocket with your fingers wrapped around your wand just in case, as you walked you got a little distracted by the oncoming coldness that came your way, before you knew it you had made it to the lake, looking at it you slowly started to realise it was completely iced over, your breath now visible when you exhaled, the coldness consuming anything warm it could, furrowing your eyebrows you looked around, something didn’t feel right. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a trail of black like an octopus’s tentacle sway behind a tree, you turned instantly to face it but nothing was now there. 

‘I’m being watched, aren’t I?’ You said to yourself, breathing quicker out of fear, you tried to think what could possibly be watching you, remembering the fact it wasn’t this cold when you first started to walk into the forest only one creature came to mind, one which shouldn’t even be there in the first place, you kept denying that it couldn’t be but what other creature turns its surroundings ice cold in seconds. 

Hearing a swishing sound from behind you, you turned quickly around so your back now faced the lake and instead coming out from the trees was a dementor somehow, you slowly backed up as it approached you, you fell backwards onto the ice cold frozen lake which began to crackle at your fall. You thought this was it, you’d never be able to feel properly ever again, you had no idea how to fight them because you had only just learned they existed in class, not how to defend yourself from them. It started to pick up its speed and was now flying fast towards you, you screamed hoping someone was near by, if anyone would help. 

Closing your eyes tightly and flinching, you heard a growl coming from behind the Dementor, you couldn’t see what was happening but little did you know your boyfriend’s werewolf form had ran into the forest a few minutes after you ventured off into it yourself, and right now all he could tell was that his lover was in danger, snarling at the Dementor Remus ran on all fours towards the Dementor making it swoop off further into the air and fly away instead of at you, making Remus stop running and watch it fly away with you. You were so distracted by the Dementor and making sure it left neither you or the lycanthrope noticed the lake was still crackling, becoming unsteady from the warmth of your body and fall, Remus was just at the edge of the lake, and when you looked at him and locked eyes the ice had broken and you had fallen into the freezing water, shivering from the painfully cold water you tried desperately to swim up to breathe, as you swam your limbs felt heavier and heavier, Remus or rather Moony began running again but onto the ice, he ran to where you were, panting profusely he leaned his snout down to grab onto your jumper to try and help you to get out, he even tried using his two front paws but they did little to help, you managed to drag yourself out with the help of your boyfriend who waited beside you for you to catch your breath, whimpering at how you shivered.

Eventually you stood up, still shaking from the cold but you watched Remus, amazed that he didn’t try to kill you at all, instead he protected you. “Moony...” You whispered, smiling slightly you reached out a hand, to him which made him stop whimpering and instead lean his head towards your hand, you slowly stroked his head in amazement, he wasn’t too furry, but he was definitely fluffy. After a moment he looked up and stood up properly, remembering you were still freezing cold Moony started to whimper again, you walked closer to him whispering words of comfort “It’s okay Moony baby, I’m okay and you’re okay.” You reached out again with both of your arms but to hug him, your arms wrapped around his neck, not too tightly though, and the lycanthrope nuzzled his snout into your neck, licking you slightly you giggled at the feeling and at the outcome of the night.

A few moments later Sirius and James came running out next from the dark trees in their animal forms, their worry turning into wonder at what was happening before them. They had always heard that when someone changed into a werewolf they would hunt and kill any human they could, but he wasn’t; not with you. When you caught eyes with Sirius he tried to point his nose back to the area of the whoomphing willow tree, telling you to try and send Moony back to where they knew he would be safe. You nodded and smiled at him, you began to let go of the lycanthrope, who then began to watch you as you moved slightly backwards and he followed instantly to be by your side. “Come on baby, back to the shrieking shack we go.” You whispered to him, as you both walked back to the tree Moony kept bumping his arm or side into you, you guessed it was his way of knowing you were still there without looking, soon enough you and Moony ended up near the tree, you never knew how to tame the tree to go inside so you waited to see if Sirius or James would show you but instead they just raced inside the tree, Moony looked between them and you, and then decided to take matters in his own hands, trying to be gentle he wrapped his paws under your legs and arms, you squeaked as you realised he was going to run inside with you, and he did. It somehow worked, and Moony didn’t let you down until he reached the top of the house, where a bed was and a sofa, the sofa being in the company of the deer and a black dog who looked to be playfully fighting, Moony walked to the bed where he gently let you down from his long arms, he stood back to give you some space, he was panting again from all the running, you sat up on the bed crossing your legs as you leaned your back against the headboard of the bed.

“Come here Moony.” You whispered again, not wanting to scare him, he leaned his head against the side of yours his snout nuzzling into your cheek, his nose was slightly wet making you giggle at the feeling, you reached out again with your right hand, petting his face softly, eventually he started to lay down on top of you, leaving his head to rest on your shoulder. He then began to snore quietly in your ear, and you brought a hand up to stroke his back as he fell deeper and deeper asleep.

When the moon had gone for the morning sunrise, Remus transformed back to his normal self but to his surprise he was in your lap. He looked at you in confusion, pulling his head back to see you had fallen asleep, his friends laid on the sofa also asleep, he thought to himself ‘at least I haven’t hurt them I don’t think’, wanting to know what exactly happened last night from you he slightly shook your shoulders making you begin to wake up, “Rem?” You asked tiredly, you smiled at him, bringing your hand that rested on his back to his messy hair, “(Y/n) ? what happened? Why are you here? Did I hu-” “No Remus, you didn’t hurt me, you did the exact opposite.. you saved me.” You interrupted the worrying Remus, letting him no straight away he had not harmed you in anyway, one of the things he was most worried about in the relationship was accidentally hurting you. “H-how come I didn’t? I’m glad I didn’t but... I’ve never been near a human before while in my uh, other form and not hurt them.” Remus then heard his best friends yawning, having turned back into their own human forms they looked at the pair sleepily, “Well well well lovebirds, looks like Moony is also pinning after you (Y/n),” Sirius said with a smirk, James was smiling almost giggling at Sirius and how Remus arched his eyebrow at him. “Of course you two idiots saw.” He groaned into his hands, “You two are awful at your job by the way,” he added making James then raise an eyebrow at him, “It’s not our fault Moony wouldn’t stop nuzzling his girlfriend.” James said, Remus shook his head at the pair who looked like they had been to a rave instead of helping him not go near any humans. 

“Rem, it’s okay yeah? Also don’t you remember what happened?” You asked worryingly. “It takes a minute or two but yeah, I do. I guess they’re right though, Moony must also love you too.” He kissed your nose, then started to climb off of your lap, wincing every few seconds from the aching and possible bruises and who knows what from him transforming, you tried to steady him by grabbing his upper arms as he left your lap, he laid on the other side of the bed beside you, “Hey guys.. let’s uh, ditch for a day?” James said as he laid back down with Sirius on the sofa, instantly feeling a growing need to fall back into dreamland. “Mhm, I got a test today, so only five more minutes for me, then I’ll help Rem go to the nurse.” You replied, Remus looked at your hand before holding it and watched you as you smiled and slowly closed your eyes to sleep again, he smiled at your sleeping figure, knowing you were probably safe around his other form, which was something he feared a lot about, he slowly started to succumb to the sleep that had captured both you and his best friends as the Sun rose higher in the sky.

This was so long wtf, anywho I hope you enjoyed, if you want to request for a Remus x reader fanfic please do, i love Remus so much I swear this is the longest one I’ve ever wrote. 

[engie-ivy]

Receiving a love confession from Sirius Black is probably the dream of almost every student at Hogwarts. Remus just whishes Sirius would move on, but you should be careful what you wish for...

Don't worry, it's a short, fluffy Wolfstar get-together. Lily knows about Remus’ Furry Little Problem in this.

How do you feel about Sirius Black?

“I swear to Merlin, if Gina Simmons looks at me like that one more time, I’m gonna give her something to be mad about,” Lily grumbles, her eyes flaming with anger.

Gina Simmons, who had been glaring in their direction, quickly turns her head as Remus looks over his shoulder. She whispers something to Beth Walker and Davey Martens, who both glare at Lily and Remus as well.

Remus sighs. “Is it always like this?”

Lily’s expression softens. “It gets less,” she says. “But there’s this persistent group that just can’t get over it. This morning, I heard Rosemary Rowle call me ‘an entitled bitch who thinks she’s too good for James Potter’. Rosemary Rowle! The girl who can’t finish a sentence without mentioning her ‘daddy, who has such an important job at the Ministry’ calling me entitled!” The angry expression is back and she clenches her quill so hard Remus worries she’s gonna break the thing.

Remus frowns. “I overheard Randall Thorne ask Jules Flemming whether he reckoned I thought I could do better, and during Potions Kirsten Pembroke threw a vial of Armadillo bile over me!”

Lily winces. “I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you to stay away from Kirsten Pembroke if she has throwable substances within reach.”

“I just don’t understand what their problem is,” Remus mutters.

Lily smiles ruefully. “You’re now officially part of the club of people who have committed the atrocious crime of rejecting the school’s most popular and beloved students, Potter and Black. With you joining, our member count is now a total of two.”

“But that’s the thing! I rejected him,” Remus says. “Nothing’s changed. They can go on writing Mrs or Mr Black on their notebooks for all I care.”

“Oh Remus,” Lily sighs wistfully. “To be so naive. I’ve rejected Potter about fifteen times now, and they still won’t forgive me for him apparently choosing me over them. Of course, in my case it doesn’t help that Potter still refers to himself as the future Mr Evans,” Lily adds with a grimace.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Remus says, shaking his head. “They should be thankful I don’t return his feelings!”

“Well, first of all, you saying no to Black doesn’t chance the fact that he’s head over heels in love with you. Not immediately, at least. So he’s still just as unavailable to them. And more importantly, in their eyes you were given the greatest gift that can be bestowed upon a man or woman: a full-blown love confession by Sirius Black.” Lily rolls her eyes while speaking. “And the fact that you didn’t even appreciate it, just makes it worse.”

“I never asked for-”

“I know, Remus, I know. I’m just explaining how they see it. You and I are the horrible people who had the audacity to break their heartthrobs Potter and Black’s hearts.”

Remus groans. “I whish Sirius would see how ridiculous it is for him to be in love with someone like me.”

“Remus,” Lily says in a dangerous tone.

Remus ignores her. “I whish he’d just move on. I whish he’d date someone else, so they’ll have no reason to pester me anymore!”

Remus is writing his essay. Frantically. Or rather, furiously. Pressing hard on his quill while scribbling in angry, fast strokes, a pile of broken quills already forming next to his parchment.

“Did that essay murder your family?” Lily asks, as she sits down in front of Remus. “I honestly thought you’d be in a good mood.”

Remus looks up at her, a sulky expression on his face. “So you’ve heard?”

“Heard?” Lily asks. “I’ve orchestrated the whole thing!”

Remus gives her a confused look, so Lily elaborates.

“After our last conversation, I went up to Black and I just told him ‘oi, the whole school knows about your unrequited love for Remus, and some twats are giving him a really hard time about it, so if you could just take someone on a date to Hogsmeade this Saturday so they’ll stop pestering Remus, that’ll be great’. And he agreed!”

Remus just blinks at her.

Lily frowns. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes!” Remus says a little too quickly. “I just... don’t get why he’d ask Alyssa MacMillan. She’s rather dull, don’t you think?”

Lily shrugs. “She’s nice enough, but more importantly, she thinks Black is fit and would love to go out with him, but she’s got no real feelings for him and isn’t looking for a relationship, so she won’t mind just drawing people’s attention away from you, or draw his attention away from you, for that matter.”

“Right,” Remus says. “Guess I just didn’t think she’s his type, is all.”

“Who knows,” Lily smiles mischievously. “It could become some kind of Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers scenario, and they might fall in love for real! Then your problem is solved for good.”

Remus looks at her like she just told him puppies have gone extinct.

“Merlin, Remus. What is it? Is this some kind of ‘I don’t want him, but I don’t want anybody else to have him either’ thing? Because that’s really shitty!”

“No,” Remus says defensively. “No, that’s not it. I just think Sirius can do better than Alyssa MacMillan, but if that’s what he likes, than good for him.”

“Oh, for Godric’s sake, you’re jealous!”

“No, I’m not! Or at least, I don’t think I am. Am I?”

Lily folds her arms over her chest and stares at Remus intently. “Remus Lupin, do you have feelings for Sirius Black?”

“I... I don’t know,” Remus looks quite miserable. “I mean, I’ve never thought about it.”

“Never thought about it?” Lily exclaims. “How do you mean, never thought about it? Do you remember that evening when Black took you out on a moonlit walk by the Great Lake, and poured his heart out to you, saying how he’s been crazy in love with you since the beginning of fifth year, and asked if you wanted to go on a date with him, to which you answered no? That would’ve been the moment to think about it!”

“It’s just...” Remus anxiously runs a hand through his hair. “With my condition, romantic relationships simply are not an option. I always saw romance as one part of being a teenager I didn’t have to concern myself with. I guess I just started to automatically ignore all thoughts and feelings related to romantic relationships. When Sirius made that confession, I was shocked, and the only thing I could think was ‘no, he can’t, he shouldn’t. I don’t do romance. I have to put an end to this immediately’. I never considered my own feelings. I mean, why would I?”

“Well, that’s a load of crap,” Lily scolds.

Remus opens his mouth to protest, but Lily cuts off whatever he was going to say.

“Not that you thought all of that, I believe you did, but that you can’t have romantic relationships with your condition is nonsense.”

“It’s never been done,” Remus argues.

“If no one ever did anything that’s never been done, we’d still be living in caves,” Lily firmly replies.

Remus fiddles with the hem of his sweater. “You really think it’s possible?”

“I don’t think it’s possible, I know it’s possible. So now we have established that, how do you feel about Sirius Black?”

“I’ve never thought-”

“Well, think about it now!”

“I don’t know,” Remus says, staring at the table. “Of course I think he’s attractive, but that doesn’t mean anything except that I have eyes. I mean, who doesn’t think he’s attractive? With that hair and those eyes... And I have even more reason, sharing a dorm with him. I see him when he comes out of the shower wearing just a towel, sweet mother of Merlin...”

Lily waits patiently for Remus to finish daydreaming.

Remus shakes himself out of his daze. “And of course I like him as a person. I wouldn’t have been friends with him all these years if I didn’t like him as a person. And what’s not to like? He’s clever, funny and brave, but he also has this really sweet side, you know? A side he doesn’t show much, and I guess it makes me feel special that he does show it around me. He always makes me feel special. It’s kind of weird, actually. He makes me feel special, but at the same time he makes me feel like I can just be myself, and that’s enough. I feel comfortable around him, and I suppose I do prefer his company above anyone else’s. Even on those moments when I normally don’t want to see anyone, he’s the only one I prefer being with over being alone. And when he’s not around I often find myself thinking about him. Now that I think about, I think about him almost all the time...”

Remus trails of and looks at Lily with wide eyes. Lily just nods.

“Oh Merlin,” Remus groans, hiding his face in his hands.

“Remus, Remus, Remus,” Lily sighs. “You’re so lucky to have me as a friend. Here’s what you’re going to do...”

“Padfoot?”

Sirius whirls around, and grins at Remus. Remus can tell he’s trying to act like everything’s normal between them, but he can also tell that his grin is somewhat forced and there’s a hint of pain in his eyes.

“Wotcher, Moony.”

“I wanted to talk to you,” Remus says.

The grin fades from Sirius’ face, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Ah, yeah, Evans told me about those people that’ve been bothering you. I’m really sorry, Moony. If I had known...”

“It’s not your fault,” Remus says.

“I know you feel uncomfortable about my feelings for you.” There’s a sadness in Sirius’ voice. “I won’t mention it again. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. If I could change it, I would, but being in love with you has become such a big part of me, and it’s not something I can just stop. Turns out, you’re a very hard person to not be in love with.”

“I don’t want you to not be in love with me!” Remus says.

Sirius frowns. “You like having me hopelessly pine after you that much?” He looks slightly hurt.

“No,” Remus says quickly. “No, I just think I might have been... too hasty in rejecting you?”

“Moony,” Sirius sighs. “You have every right to reject me. You don’t have to try and force yourself into feeling something you don’t, just because you pity me, or some stupid twats think they can judge you.”

“I rejected you because I didn’t think you should be with...” Remus gestures vaguely at himself. “Well, with someone like me. It only occurred to me recently, very recently, that I never even considered whether I have feelings for you.”

“And do you...”

“I do.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.”

Sirius lets out a nervous chuckle. “So do you want to-”

“No!”

Sirius blinks in confusion. Remus quickly tries to clarify.

“I mean, no, you already asked me last time, this time I want to ask you.”

Sirius mutters something under his breath about a bloody emotional roller-coaster. Remus continues.

“I already talked to Alyssa MacMillan, and she told me to ‘go get my man’, so since you’re now free this Saturday, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me, as in a date?”

Sirius’ face lights up in a smile so beautiful it makes Remus a little dizzy. “I’d absolutely love to!”

[fishyfishxd]

Jegulus: Home (Part Two of Runaway)

James woke up, feeling happy and warm. He opened his eyes slightly, and took in the view of his boyfriend sleeping soundly on his chest.

Boyfriend. God, he could get used to that word. He didn’t want to move, from fear of waking the younger boy up. He looked down at the familiar black hair that tickled his skin, and soon realised. What the hell were they going to tell Sirius?

James stayed silent, savouring the moment he was in, at that moment. He didn't want to think about what was going on outside, the war that was coming. The death eaters, that had just tried to recruit his boyfriend the night before, and his best friend the year before.

James simply looked down at his sleeping boyfriend and smiled. He heard Regulus start to stir, so he pretended to be asleep, to get those extra moments with him, not wanting to leave the warm of his bed, and his company.

Regulus woke, but similar to James, he didn't want to seem like he was awake, to savour the little time he had with his boyfriend before Sirius pulled them apart. They probably shouldn't be sleeping like that, because there was a huge chance that Sirius could come barging in any moment, and catch them.

Not wanting to wake his boyfriend, who he assumed was sleeping, Regulus stayed still. His head was on James' chest, and he could hear his heartbeat. It wasn't as slow as it would be for a sleeping person, no. It was racing; like Regulus lying on him like that raised his heart rate significantly.

At this point Regulus knew that James was just pretending to be sleeping, probably for the same reason Regulus wanted to, savouring the little time they had before Sirius found them. They didn't know that Sirius had already caught them, and that he was currently sitting at the dining room table with his Charms homework on the table in front of him, as he glanced up to the stairs, waiting for either one of them to walk down, so they could call them out.

Also, what James and Regulus hadn't realised, is that they'd been sleeping for almost 18 hours, which can't be good for them. They'd fallen asleep at almost two in the afternoon on the Saturday, and it was now the early morning of the Sunday.

And, what James had forgotten, was that his two other best friends were due to be coming to their house at around nine, which was less than an hour away.

Sirius was getting bored of waiting for the two to get up, and was debating whether or not just to barge in there and wake them up. He gripped his wand in his hand tighter. He was ready to hex James as soon as he saw him; not anything that couldn't be reversed, the was still his best friend, even if he was dating his brother.

Regulus had made a decision, perhaps to raise his boyfriend's heart rate even more than before. He groaned, as if he was waking up, before he moved his body so he was lying directly on top of his boyfriend, using his chest as a pillow.

James's eyes went wide, he definitely wasn't expecting this. Not like he minded, but it would be perhaps more awkward if Sirius were to walk in. Regulus could hear James' heart rate still, and smiled to himself as it sped up a bit.

There was then a loud noise coming from downstairs, which shook the two boys out of their 'pretending to sleep' phase.

"Oops." They heard Sirius say. James sighed. Sirius had broken something, which was actually a regular occurrence. As long as it wasn't anything of James', he wasn't bothered.

"Just ignore him." Regulus muttered. James looked down at where he was now on top of him, and Regulus moved his head to look up at James. "Hi."

"Hi." James smiled at him, and Regulus smiled back. They just stayed like that for a moment, looking at each other, trying to forget everything that was going on around them.

James thought about school, now. Would they have to hide their relationship from everyone? What would Remus and Peter say?

"Shit." James stated, as he realised. He collapsed onto his pillows, groaning.

"What?" Regulus asked him, genuinely concerned.

"Remus and Peter are coming to stay for the week." James answered, rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong with that?" Regulus questioned. "They're your best friends." James sighed again, and gestured to the position they were in. Regulus realised too, and groaned, burying his face in James's shoulder.

"Y'know, we probably should get up." James stated. "Because it'll be kind of awkward if Sirius just walks in here and sees us. Or, even worse. All three of them." Regulus nodded, but didn't move. He didn't want to.

He was still sore from everything that had happened, despite having slept for almost an entire day straight, (ironic how he was sleeping with his boyfriend). He hadn't really gotten much sleep for the entire summer. He missed James, he missed Sirius. And he was afraid that if he fell asleep, his parents would come in and give him a dark mark while he was sleeping in his bed.

"If we have to get up, you do have to get off of me." James reminded him, chuckling.

"I don't want to. It's warm in here. And I don't want to have to stay away from you, until we actually tell all your friends." Regulus told him. "It would be easier if you didn't have any friends like me."

"Don't say that." James shook his head. "You have friends. I'm your friend, Sirius is your friend. And you can be friends with Moony and Wormtail."

"That doesn't count." Regulus told him. "Sirius is my brother, you're my boyfriend. And who the hell are Moony and Wormtail?" James hadn't gone so far to tell him about the Animagus thing, as he'd have to tell him about Remus's 'furry little problem' as they called it.

"Uh, Remus and Peter's nicknames." James answered, then decided to change the subject. "C'mon. Get off." Regulus frowned, and shook his head again.

James sighed, and looked over at the clock that was on his beside table. He then decided to freak out. They should be getting there in less than half an hour.

"You've actually got to get off now. They'll be here, very, very soon." James told him. Regulus groaned, before he rolled off of his boyfriend, annoyed. James turned to face him in the bed, and kissed him quickly. Something he hadn't done in a while.

Sirius, downstairs, had created a racket, just so the two would wake up and come downstairs. When they hadn't, he got a bit suspicious, then his mind wondered what they would be doing up there. Which he then definitely regretted thinking about.

He knew that Euphemia would be back soon with Remus and Peter, and he was also excited about that. Mainly, to see Remus, not so much Peter. And, get Remus Lupin in his bed, but don't tell James that.

Sirius then heard the sound of James' door opening, then two pairs of feet coming down the stairs. Sirius held his wand firmly in his hand, and had an angry look on his face. James, who didn't think Sirius knew anything, was smiling at his best friend, before he saw the look on his face.

"Pads, what's up-?" James began, but was cut off by Sirius.

"Flipendo!" Sirius shouted, pointing his wand at his best friend. James was immediately knocked to the ground, but got up quickly.

"What the hell, Sirius?!" James responded, even though he had a faint idea of why he was doing it.

"Have you got anything to say for yourselves?" Sirius demanded, looking between the two teenage boys that were standing in front of him. This wasn't good.

"Uh- What do you mean?" James asked, hesitantly.

"Well done, James." Regulus rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, sighing.

"You want to explain why I found the two of you asleep together?" Sirius asked them. James opened his mouth to say something, but Sirius cut him off once again. "And before you say that it was 'platonic' or whatever, what I saw definitely wasn't."

They both hesitated for a second, not knowing what they were supposed to say in response.

"Say something!" Sirius shouted, getting fed up with the two of them. He continued to point his wand at James, ready to curse or hex him.

"Okay, fine." Regulus was the one to speak up, and the two other boys turned to him. "James and I are dating."

"You what?" It wasn't Sirius's voice, it wasn't James's. It was Peter's. From where he and Remus stood in the doorway.

"Well, that wasn't how it was supposed to go." James stated. Sirius glared at his best friend, before shooting another spell in his direction. Lucky that he was seventeen, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do it.

"Stupefy!" James was shot backwards, unconscious.

"Sirius!" Regulus shouted, and ran over to James's side. He looked at the state he was in, then realised he couldn't do anything. He looked over at Remus and Peter. "I'm not of age, can one of you do something?"

Peter shrugged, as he didn't remember the spell. Remus nodded, and performed the counter spell, waking James up. James sat up, and looked over at the two boys that were still standing in his doorway.

"Where's my mum?" James asked the two.

"She, uh, got called into the hospital." Remus told him, and James nodded.

"Would like, none of you mention this to her, or my dad. They still kinda think that I'm in love with Evans, 'cause that's what Sirius told them." James admitted.

"We won't tell them, don't worry." Remus replied.

[panic-at-the-fiction]

I killed Peter Pettigrew

Summary:After the murder of her friends Lily and James, (y/n) rushes Sirius side to track down Peter. But by the time she gets there Sirius has already confronted Peter and stopped in the street.

Parring: platonic Marauders x (y/n), Romantic Sirius x (y/n)

Warning: Angst

A/n: So at work the thought just popped in my head “what If Sirius never went to Azkaban?”So I thought we’ll I would have done anything to keep him from going. And that’s how this story came to be. I’m not a big Sirius girl cause I really ship him with Remus but what the hell. This story is beautifully tragic yet so much happier since Harry gets a nice home.

I chased Peter down the street in a mad frenzy. He was scrambling and nearly falling over himself as he turned down the narrow street. I thought I would have cornered him before he stopped running, but he stopped suddenly in the middle of the road. He turned to me with his wand drawn.

I was going to yell at him, to scream about what he had done to Lily and James. Make him feel guilty over what he had done and let him know that I will personally see him to his cell in Azkaban. Before I could even say anything, he cut me off.

“You betrayed Lily and James, you monster!” He yelled out, pointing his wand behind his back without looking; he blew up half the street behind him. “You were their secret keeper, and you betrayed them!” He screamed louder.

Now I was blind with furry, how could he try to blame this on me? His master plan was for me taking the fall for his betrayal. I took a few steps towards him, but he pulled out a small knife and quickly sliced his finger off. I was disgusted and confused at the sight of it hitting the ground.

He somehow smiled despite the pain I expected he was feeling. He raised his wand at me and just as I grabbed mine a loud voice rang out.

“AVADA KEDAVRA” in an almost blinding smoke, Peter had disappeared. Not a single sign he was there except the finger and his wand on the ground. Panicked, I looked up at the figure behind him.

Her face twisted into pain and realization. In a horrified sob, she let out, “I killed Peter Pettigrew.”

I stared at the spot where Peter had been standing. He had been aiming to kill Sirius. He had killed Lily and James, but I still couldn’t help but feel guilty at killing him. “What did I just do, Sirius?” He quickly crossed the street to me and pulled me into a hug.

“It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong. He was a murder and liar and if not for you, he’d have killed me too.” He pulled back and smoothed out my hair as tried to calm me down.

“He was Peter, little Peter. We… he…” I began to breathe frantically at all the memories with everyone.

“He betrayed us. He wasn’t Peter anymore.” I calmed my breath as Sirius pulled me back into a hug. I began to notice a few more people growing closer to us on the street. There were a few people muttering, “you see that, he killed all those people. That man said he betrayed the potters.”

News about Lily and James had spread far throughout the wizarding world already. As far as everyone had known, Sirius was the only one who knew their location. I pulled away from him and froze as I looked around at the panicked faces and damage on the street.

“Sirius, they're going to think you did this.”

“What?”

“Everyone here heard Peter yelling. No one could have seen who fired what, though. Everyone thinks you were the secret keeper.”

“That's what Peter wanted then, it's why he didn’t keep running.” Sirius frowned, “it’s okay. I'm innocent, and I’ll tell the truth.”

“No,” I said firmly.

“What?”

“I did it, you’ll tell them all I did it.”

“No no no,” he started, but I got him off.

“Tell them I tortured the information out of Peter and turned on you all, that you tracked me down here, and I killed him. The minister of magic will need someone to lock up, someone to pay for it. A court won't care if you're innocent. They’ll believe I was the spy, I was a Slytherin.” I said, trying to laugh a little, but he just kept shaking his head.

“No, there is no reason for you to take the fall for this. If they don’t believe I’m innocent, that’s their fault. They will send you to Azkaban.”

Tears started pouring down my face as I thought about it. “They will anyway, that was an unforgivable curse, they call it unforgivable for a reason. And Sirius, you're Harry’s godfather. James and Lily wanted you to be the one to raise him if they were gone. I won’t let that be denied.”

“They wanted you to be there too.” He said, cupping the sides of my face.

“I know, and he’ll grow up thinking I helped kill his parents.”

“No, no he won’t. I’ll make sure he knows the truth.”

“You will do no such thing, Sirius Black. The truth can be so much worse than a protective lie. You think he would be a happy little boy thinking someone innocent got locked away for the murder of his parents? No, just don’t tell him about me at all.”

“I can’t raise that kid by myself, I need you there too. There has to be some other way.”

“There isn’t.” I heard the sirens from the ministry of magic down the road. They’d be here any second. “You will make a great father,” I said before kissing him on the cheek. Using that as a distraction I slipped his wand from his hand. I took a few steps back, “I’m sorry for this.” He froze as a I pointed my wand at him. “Immobulus!” He froze with a painful look on his face. I turned away from him and stood in the middle of the street.

I wiped the tear stains from my eyes as I stood where Peter had once stood. I let out a small laugh as I held both Peters and Sirius wands, and the more I though about everything the harder I laughed. I didn’t stop, just kept thinking about the latest events till I was crazed with laughter. It could be heard through out the whole street.

It was all a little too much, half my friends were dead. I was going to the worst place imaginable for the rest of my life. Voldemort had taken so much from me in the last twenty-four hours, but I still won. He was at best dead, his most loyal servant dead. Harry Potter was alive and well, and he was going to be raised by his godfather, the man I loved.

So I laughed as the ministry of magic swooped in and arrested me. I didn’t even resist. I laughed when all the witnesses one by one accounted for how they had seen me kill Peter and freeze Sirius. I laughed when I told the courtroom I had killed Peter with an unforgivable. And I laughed when the judge gave his verdict.

“Guilty and sentenced to life in Azkaban.”