#with single mother rem taking care of them

[ellecdc]

Mother, i had a request but i forgot what it was 😭😭 i was sooo excited tooo 😫

But in trying to remember i had another brilliant idea!!

Reader x Reggie where theyre both stoic, slightly volatile 🐍 but theyre actually really soft and mushy. And then SURPRISE!! Theyre actually also dating Remus who takes care of them and is super protective. Maybe its revealed near the full moon and possessive Moony makes an appearance.

Siri is flabberghasted; Barty is horrified his darling sweethearts are be defiled; James is shook; and Lily is yhe ultimate bro and super proud of Rem.

Anyway, im sorry your computer was so mean to you. I hope you're looking after yourself 🩵🩵

......this is going to go down in history as my most controversial post........😈 may I present to you.....poly!MoonWater 😈😈😈😈😈

poly!moonwater x fem stoic!reader (i.e., Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x reader)

Sirius Black was admittedly currently going through a hard time.

Now, depending on who you asked, one (literally everyone and anyone) might say it was his own fault.

But if you asked Sirius Black? It was everyone else and their insufferable happiness that was to blame.

His insufferable best-friend-that-anyone-could-ever-ask-for finally landed the woman of his dreams and said woman of previously mentioned best friend was horribly in love with the sod.

Even his baby brother was happy! Which seemed like an oxymoron because in looking at Regulus Arcturus Black, one would assume that boy had never known a single moment of happiness in his life.

If one took into account their childhoods, they’d be right.

But Regulus Black, who was quiet in a way that made you feel like you were always being judged and ridiculed (you were) who very rarely had a kind thing to say about anyone had found happiness (read: a girl) who, for all intents and purposes, could be his personality doppelganger.

One difference, however, was that you were quiet in a way that always had one feeling like you knew too much, saw too much, and you were far too perceptive for anyone’s good. You always seemed to be analyzing the people around you and Sirius, sue him, found that incredibly disconcerting. 

He did not wish to be known, thank you very much. 

And even Moony! Moony, the bastard, was seeing someone! Fucked if Sirius knew who though because the sod wouldn't tell anyone who they were. He just kept popping back to the dorm room covered in hickies and looking far too pleased with himself whilst offering no details.

He was even spending entire nights away from the dorm, and always made sure he had the sodding map with him so they couldn’t even see where he was.

So yeah, Sirius was pissed.

And before you ask – no, it’s not because he was lonely – in fact, he had frequent visitors in his bed thank you very much.  And NO, he didn’t want to discuss the fact that perhaps if he didn’t run at the first sign of commitment or emotional intimacy, he too would have happiness. 

Perhaps he just wanted everyone else to be slightly less happy for his own sake.

Did no one ever think about Sirius Black?

Give right now for example. He and Regulus had been...hanging out (if that’s what you could call the two of them sitting together not speaking as they each did their own homework) since Sirius insisted it was important to do so, especially since Sirius no longer lived at home meaning that their usual means of brotherly bonding (read: trauma) no longer took place. 

And then James showed up (he was so lucky Sirius loved him) who was but of course accompanied by Lily Evans (she was so lucky she’s as lovely as she is) which turned into a small James Potter roast on account of Regulus and Lily both having years’ worth of material from hating him up until recently, and Sirius had loads of material on account of him being a certified hater. 

And then Moony showed up, and if Sirius didn’t know any better, he had definitely been fooling around mere moments ago.

But Sirius did know better.

“Moony, what broom closet did you just crawl out of and where’s the poor soul that was stuck in there with you?” He spat.

Remus merely chuckled and pulled a book out of his bag, making himself comfortable in one of the library’s grandfather chairs. “No one was stuck anywhere with me.”

“No, I’m sure they were a very willing participant.” Regulus drawled, looking particularly bored for all intents and purposes, never bothering to lift his gaze from his book.

“No need to be jealous, baby Black. You’re more than welcome to join me in such broom closets.” Remus joked with a wink.

“Oi!” Sirius swatted at Remus on behalf of his brother (he’s welcome). “That’s my baby brother you’re talking about, and he’s taken thank you very much.”

“Merlin knows how,” James muttered none too quietly, “it’s not like he’s very approachable.”

Regulus lifted a lazy eyebrow as he looked at James from above the pages of his book. “I’ll have you know I’m very approachable to those I wish to be approached by.”

“Hi Reggie!” 

“Get fucked.” Regulus called back to Barty Crouch Junior, hardly sparing his best friend a glance as he approached him from behind. 

“Wow, Reggie’s in a good mood today, huh?” Barty said as he sat on one arm of Regulus’ chair, causing James to laugh until he realized that Barty wasn’t joking.

Suddenly another body showed up and gently sat on the other arm of Regulus’ chair.

Sirius watched as Regulus’ impassive face completely cleared of all contempt and he looked up at you with pure and unadulterated adoration.

It made Sirius sick. 

“Bonjour, mon cheri.” He murmured softly, in complete contrast to the harsh, militarized way he had previously been spitting at everyone else. 

You smiled gently at the boy as you pulled a notebook out of your book bag and produced a small, pressed flower, handing it to Regulus between your thumb and forefinger.

Regulus looked at it like you had just presented him with a hundred-year-old bottle of fire-whiskey.

“Did you pick this for me?” He asked gently, plucking the flower from your fingers with matching delicacy.

You offered him a quiet ‘mhm’ and Sirius noticed a shy smile grace your lips. Regulus’ eyes moved from the flower to your face, and he gazed at you like you had hung the moon.

“Merci, mon amour.” He said reverently and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Lily looked at the two of you with a smile one might see on the face of a proud mother, James looked at the two of you like he was seeing a bowtruckle for the first time, and Remus looked oddly taken with the show of affection. Barty was apparently the only other sane one amongst them – oh gods, maybe Sirius really was losing it.

“Where the fuck has this Regulus been the last six years?” Barty muttered incredulously. 

Without much effort on your part, you reached over Regulus’ shoulder and shoved Barty off the arm of the chair and onto the floor before sliding to sit directly in Regulus’ lap.

“You...alright, Crouch?” James called tentatively from his place on the other side of the couple. 

“Oh, I’m fine. That’s just how she shows her love.” Barty said as he bounced back up, completely unperturbed. 

“Is it now?” Sirius asked, tone dripping with sarcasm. Remus swatted Sirius’ leg with his book.

“What?” Sirius squawked.

“Be nice.” He chided.

“I am nice! And why do you care?” Sirius argued, though he never got an answer. 

“I think they’re cute.” Lily announced, sending a sly smirk towards Remus.

“See? Lily gets it.” Remus said with a shrug as he went back to his book.

Sirius hated every single one of them.

But if Sirius thought that had been rough, he had no idea what was in store for him today. 

Sirius, Remus, Peter, James and... Lily had all been sitting at the Gryffindor table during dinner when Sirius noticed you rushing into the Great Hall looking rather frazzled.

“Whoa, what’s going on with Y/N?” Peter asked, apparently having noticed you at the same time as Sirius.

The conversation stopped abruptly as Remus’ head snapped towards the entrance, seemingly on high alert upon hearing of your arrival.

Sirius watched as you scanned the Hall before your eyes fell on their group. Your face crumpled in misery, and you rushed over. You were usually so polished and poised, any and all emotions locked away behind a well-fitted mask, no wonder you and Regulus got along so well.

Regulus...something must have happened to Regulus. Sirius had a dreadful feeling settle in the pit of his stomach; what could have happened to make you rush up to him looking that alarmed?

Except...you breezed right past him.

“What’s wrong, lovebug?” Remus cooed quietly, causing Sirius to choke on his own spit.

“He was hurt during practice.” You cried quietly, voice no more than a whisper as you moved to step between Remus’ spread legs where he had rotated on the bench to face you. His hands landed on the back of your thighs were his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your tight clad legs.

“Okay. How hurt?” Remus asked just as quietly, ignoring the sputtering happening from James, the chuckling from Lily, and the horrified expression painting Sirius’ face.

“Dislocated shoulder.” You cried miserably, as if you’d just been told Regulus was damned to spend the rest of his life in a vegetative state.

Remus’s mouth looked like it was fighting really hard to smile as his eyes pooled with equal parts fondness, worry (for you or Regulus, Sirius wasn’t sure at this moment), and no shortage of love.

What the fuck was going on right now!? 

“What the fuck is going on right now!?” Sirius demanded, his outside voice echoing the one inside of his head.

You startled a little at his exclamation, leaning closer into Remus who increased his embrace around you. 

“What’s happening dear padfoot, is it appears your brother has been injured during quidditch practice. Perhaps you ought to go see how he is?” Remus taunted as he continued running soothing hands over your body.

“Yeah, yeah; the sky is blue, and people get hurt in quidditch. Now what is this!?” He screeched gesturing wildly at the two of you. 

You looked equal parts embarrassed from the attention and equal parts wanting to tell Sirius off for downplaying what you clearly thought was some great upheaval in Regulus’ life when Lily spoke up.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to notice, Pads.”

His mouth dropped open as he turned to regard his best friend’s girlfriend with a look of pure betrayal.

“Et tu, Lily!?” Sirius cried as James sputtered, “you knew!?”

Remus just smiled as he shoved his nose into your collarbone. You brought up a hand to begin scratching at his scalp, and Sirius was certain the sods leg would be thumping in contentment if he were a dog.

“Let’s go, Sirius.” Remus finally muttered, interrupting an argument that was going nowhere between James, Lily, and Sirius. “You’ve got a brother in the hospital wing.”

You hurried on ahead of them, clearly not interested in the talk the two friends were about to have.

“So, are you fucking my brother too or just fucking him over by screwing his girl?” Sirius finally spat with his arms crossed petulantly over his chest. 

Remus groaned and looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for strength to get through this conversation with Sirius Drama Queen Black. “Sirius, can you ask me a question that’s less likely to get me punched in the face?”

“No.” Sirius muttered. 

“He’s happy, Sirius. I promise.” Remus pressed. “He...he really deserves all the love he’s getting.”

And Sirius would have been an absolute arse if he’d had anything to say in response to that...

Don’t get him wrong, Sirius was an arse and did have many things to say in response to that, but the words died on the tip of his tongue when they walked into the hospital wing to see you sitting on the end of Regulus’ hospital bed.

Regulus, save the sling holding his arm to his chest and the fact that he was sitting in a hospital bed, looked as casual as Sirius ever remembered seeing him, smiling at you with...

Love.

A lot of love. 

“I’m fine, amour, I promise.” They heard him plead with you as they approached.

“Still have all your limbs, I see.” Remus commented as he walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to Regulus’ hair, causing the youngest Black to blush something fierce as he looked over at Sirius. 

“I’m sure she told you I was comatose.” He commented quietly, turning and offering you a wink.

“Don’t tease me...” You moaned, looking very much like you still wanted to fold Regulus up and put him in your pocket for safe keeping.

“Yeah, don’t tease her, love. You’d be sitting in this hospital bed all on your lonesome with no one you dote on you otherwise.” Remus jokingly chided. 

“Love.” Sirius groaned with a dramatized gag. 

“Oh, grow up, Siri.” Regulus barked.

Sirius’ head snapped over to his brother at the sound of his childhood nickname. Regulus’ cheeks were still dusted pink, whether it be at the unplanned outing of his relationship, being hurt, or the gravity of this moment.

Regulus hadn’t called him that since they were children...like, real children before the trauma, the alienation, the disinheritance, the running away...

Perhaps because Regulus had spent all of that time living in unmeasurable pain. Just like Sirius had.

And maybe, now...Regulus had people who made him feel brave enough to be vulnerable like this, to reconnect in ways he long thought impossible. 

Fuck Moony and his good naturedness; Sirius hated that Remus was right about this. 

“Oh, fucking Godric.” Sirius muttered petulantly as he pulled Regulus into a bone crushing hug.

Literally.

“Sirius!” Regulus groaned before Sirius was ripped away from his brother. Sirius expected Remus to be the one throwing him to the floor for inadvertently hurting Regulus’ injury...but it was you. 

“You idiot.” You hissed as new tears formed in your eyes, immediately moving to grab the ice pack from the bedside table and gently placing it on Regulus’ shoulder.

Remus and Regulus looked at you with so much adoration, Sirius was certain hearts were going to start pouring out of their eyes and floating around their heads.

“I’m fine, thanks!” He called out as he hauled himself up off the floor. 

“Oh good.” You said sarcastically.

“I don’t like this.” Sirius grumbled, causing all three faces to turn to him.

“Pads...”

“Sirius, please.” Regulus implored.  

“What if you break his heart?” He asked no one in particular. “What if you hurt my baby brother? Who am I supposed to support then? Or you; what am I supposed to do if you hurt my best friend? And what if you tossers hurt Y/N!”

The three of you shared a look before his brother turned to him. “Sirius, if we breakup, I give you permission to side with Remus.”

“And if we break up, I promise you can side with Y/N.” Remus added.

“Nope.” You said quickly, “that’s fine, I don’t need to be included in this.”

Sirius groaned out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank gods. Okay, okay. I guess I'll allow it then....”

“THE THREE OF YOU ARE WHAT!?” Barty screeched as he stood at the door of the infirmary, still in his quidditch kit.

“Do we actually have to have this conversation again?” You groaned quietly.

Remus shot Regulus and extremely guilty look as he slowly stood.

“Remus.” Regulus warned.

Remus grimaced and slowly made his way over to you.

“Remus John Lupin, I swear to Salazar...”

“Regulus, I love you; I do. But...he’s you’re friend an- NOW DOVE” He shouted, and the two of you took off in a sprint out of the infirmary. 

“Quite the catch you’ve got yourself there Regs.” Sirius taunted. 

“Sod off.” Regulus muttered as Barty made his way over to his bedside.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Sirius jeered as he, too, took off out of the infirmary, leaving Regulus Black to deal with the likes of Barty Crouch Junior on his own.  

don't hate me

[softforloki]

Chapter 14: Magic Lessons

Chapter List

Word Count: 1,944

Summery: Loki teaches Raven a spell under her mother's watchful eye, all while his heart aches for this little girl that he doesn't dare to call his chid. Goddamn does he want to, though.

Warnings: Minor sexual implications towards the end. Nothing too explicit.

Selene had once joked that being a single mom meant allocating most of her money to taking care of her kid and her house, and anything on the side went to the garden in the back.

Loki wasn’t entirely sure she was kidding.

Technically, there were two small gardens in different planter boxes. One was for herbs like peppermint, tarragon, tyme, rosemary, and sage. The other held a flourishing vegetable patch, complete with green beans, carrots, and ginger, which Loki wasn’t entirely sure was a vegetable, but there was enough space for it to grow.

There was also the little plastic swing set that Loki had helped Selene erect. Raven had been so ecstatic about it, thoroughly dispelling Loki’s assumption that she wouldn’t be impressed with it for long. It was a month later, and she still spent several minutes every day swinging.

Today though, she wasn’t playing. It was lesson time. Loki had seated her on a spread blanket as he placed several of her toys on top of the grass.

“What are you doing?” Raven asked, brow furrowing as Loki set a soft dolphin push on the ground a few feet away from her blanket.

“I’m going to teach you how to summon things.” Loki replied, gently placing a small stuffed leopard on the swing. He backed a few feet away, then opened his palm to the toy. With a green shimmer, the leopard flew from the swing to his waiting hand.

“Woah.” Raven marveled, eyes sparkling as she watched Loki return the leopard to the swing.

“Now, you have to promise me something.” Loki said, turning to face Raven. “If I teach you this spell, you must promise me that you will not summon anything heavy or fragile. Your mother will never forgive me if I teach you something that will hurt you- and frankly I won’t either.”

The girl nodded enthusiastically. “I promise.”

“Good.” Loki smiled at her as he propped a stuffed minion to lean against one of the planter boxes. 

“Why are we outside?” She asked as Loki came to sit across from her on the blanket.

“Because Mum wouldn’t let me teach you how to magically throw things around in the house.” Loki chuckled, using Selene’s exact words.

Raven nodded, her gaze traveling to the side. She giggled, pointing to the house. He looked where she indicated to see Selene standing at the window, lips pursed as she looked out. Her eyebrows shot up once she saw she’d been spotted, and she wiggled her fingers in an awkward wave.

Loki’s smile was tender and affectionate as he waved back. He laughed as Selene ducked out of view, as if to try to hide her anxious hovering.

He spent the next couple of minutes trying to explain the theory as best he could before he let her try any practical application. He sifted through his memories of his mother teaching him the spell, his words coming more confidently as he heard them in her voice.

“I want you to think of a string that connects the center of your palm to the object you are summoning.” Loki said, gently taking Raven’s small wrist, and opening her hand. He put a finger to the center of her palm to illustrate his point. “When you call it to you, picture it traveling along the string. The visualization will help you to keep the object in the air and not drop it.”

The girl nodded, her face drawn in focus as she listened. She extended her arm, palm facing out to the dolphin in the grass.

“Got your string?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. When you summon the object, imagine you feel the tug of the string as you pull it towards you. It’s no different than tying a line to something and physically pulling it by hand to you.”

She nodded again.

“Are you ready to try?”

“Mmhmm!” Raven confirmed.

“Alright then. Remember, it may take a few tries to get it right the first time.” Loki reminded her, scooting back so he could watch her form better. “Whenever you’re ready, pet.”

Raven’s brow furrowed in concentration as she stared at the toy, hand still held out. For a long moment, nothing happened. Loki was afraid to try to give advice, lest he break her focus. However, he recognized the tell-tale signs of frustration in the tightening of her jaw and the tension in the wide splay of her fingers.

“Relax your hand.” He whispered, holding his palm up to show her.

Raven quickly corrected her form, but didn’t unclench her jaw. Another few tense seconds passed. Loki saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A quick glance to the house confirmed that Selene was back at the window, spinning one of her rings around her finger with an unreadable expression on her face.

Just as Loki was about to open his mouth, Raven gasped. He looked just in time to see a faint flicker of pink curling around the stuffed dolphin as it scooted forward a few inches, before the color fizzled out.

“I did it! Kinda.” Raven exclaimed, looking to Loki as though she needed to confirm what just happened.

“You did! That was wonderful!” He praised, grinning from ear to ear.

“But it didn’t go all the way.” She said, momentary elation fading into disappointment.

“No, but you made progress.” Loki soothed, gesturing to the plush. “You moved it, that’s an impressive feat.”

The girl still looked unconvinced, so he got up to try to make his point. Loki walked over to where the dolphin had been moved, trying to estimate how far it had gotten. He wished he’d had the foresight to mark in the dirt where the toy had first been placed; all he had to go off of was his memory.

“I would say you made it about six or seven inches.” He estimated, squatting near the toy. “That’s very good; it’s about as far as I got on my first go.”

“Really?” Raven tilted her head, as though she couldn’t fathom the thought that Loki had ever been less than proficient with magic.

“Yes, little one.” Loki chuckled, coming back to sit on the blanket. “And what’s more, I started learning magic when I was a few years older than you are now. From my perspective, you just did something incredibly impressive for your age.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded slowly. “Okay. So, that was good?”

“That was very good.” Loki nodded. “Would you like to continue?”

“Yes.” She nodded again, more firmly this time. 

“Deep breath, try to clear your head.” Loki reminded. “See the string, feel the pull, you know what to do.”

Raven giggled, closing her eyes to center herself, just like Loki had taught her so long ago when she was still struggling to control her medium-like abilities. He glanced over his shoulder to Selene’s window, unsurprised to find her still standing there. This time however, she was smiling at Loki like he’d just done something truly spectacular.

And he felt like he really did.

. . .

“This is gonna bite me in the ass, isn’t it?”

Loki laughed, shaking his head. “Do you not trust your own daughter?”

“Have you met her?” Selene joked, unwinding the garden hose as she watched Raven enter the house, arms full of toys. “I trust her not to try that with anything heavy, but I just know I’m gonna get a stuffed animal to the face any day now.”

Loki smiled, walking with her as she dragged the hose to her planter boxes. “Perhaps. She can be a bit of a scamp at times, can’t she?”

“Mmhmm.” Selene heaved an overly dramatic sigh as she watered her vegetable garden. “Love that little terror.”

As do I. But he didn’t say the words. He knew Selene well enough by now that he highly doubted she’d raise an issue with it, but he still didn’t quite feel ready to verbalize it. Raven was Selene’s girl, not Loki’s. He had to keep reminding himself of that. Perhaps she liked him, but he wasn’t her father.

…But he sure did act like it at times.

Loki lapsed into silence as Selene attended to her plants. Him, a father? The thought was absurd. He was anything but father material- he had tried to take over the planet once, for Norns sake! That was hardly the behavior of a role model. 

But oh how that little girl made him want to pick up a parenting guide. How she and her mother again and again made Loki want to be worthy of them and the home they’d so graciously welcomed him into.

“Everything okay, Lokes?” Selene asked as she coiled her hose back at the spout. 

“Ah, yes.” He nodded, trotting after her. “Apologies, I was lost in thought.”

“You’re good.” She said, taking his hand. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“Am I invited?”

“When are you not?”

“Fair point, my lady.” Loki inclined his head, smiling. “I will stay. Would you like help preparing it?”

“If you’re offering.” Selene replied, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers together. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course I do.” Loki blinked. “What brought this on?”

“I dunno.” She shrugged, kissing his knuckles. “You just looked like you needed reminding.”

He smiled softly. “I suppose I sometimes do.”

Selene brought both of his hands to her mouth, kissing them reverently. She laid her lips across his palms and digits again and again. She looked up at him through her lashes, her perfect red lips gently closed around the bend of his pointer finger. Loki swore his heart stopped. He also swore his pants tightened.

“Darling.” He tried, voice strained. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Loving you.” She purred, dragging her mouth up the back of his hand to his wrist. “Is it working? Do you feel loved?”

“Among other things.” Loki admitted.

“Oh.” Her eyes gleamed, as though she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Selene, your daughter is not only home but awake.” He pleaded with her.

“You’re the one getting worked up.” She shrugged, trailing a finger sensually up his arm. “I’m not doing anything.”

Little minx. Loki’s eyes flashed. He seized her by the waist, pulling her in until her chest was pressed against his. “You’re treading in dangerous waters, dove.”

“Who, me?” Selene widened her eyes innocently, though she couldn’t hide the sparkle of mischief in them.

“Yes, you.” He leaned in, his lips tracing the shell of her ear. “Do you truly wish to play this game? You may not like where it gets you.”

“When have I ever not liked where it got me?” She drawled, curling her fingers in the collar of his button up. “There’s a Midgardian phrase I wonder if you’ve heard: don’t threaten me with a good time.”

If he hadn’t already been, the brush of Selene’s fingers against his clavicle as she grabbed his shirt, the way her voice pitched down and the way her eyes smoldered would have physically aroused Loki. “Well then.” He murmured huskily. “Perhaps we should resolve things later tonight when the little one is in bed.”

“If you can last that long.” Selene taunted.

“I’ll survive.” Loki growled.

She pulled him down to kiss him, hard at first but then softening into something more tender. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Selene pat Loki’s chest affectionately, moving around him to go back into the house. She gave him a light smack to his backside as she passed him.

Oh, he was going to make her regret that.

[geraniumshurricane]

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“you don’t need to carry this weight by yourself, you know.” (Nico)

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The blonde really had been holding in all of these feelings and with him now in his gate Vash knew exactly what this meant. The other was able to feel his pain from beyond. He cards a hand through his hair that had mostly turned black, the sad physical trait of a plant dying.

The blonde was pressed back to back to a familiar frame, a frame that was greatly missed, loved and cherished. A memory he was bound to chase for the rest of his life just like his surrogate mother: Rem. Geraniums surround them as a breeze of wind passed by them. The only place Vash could really find peace but was also tortured by his strong feelings.

❝ You don't nee to carry this weight by yourself, you know. ❞

The brunette finally speaks. His voice sounds exactly the same which makes the blonde bite back tears he had already shed.

❝ Wolfwood ... ❞

The sound of his voice almost sounds like it is begging. Begging for him to come back and yet there is no physical way to see him again. He is sure the moment he wakes up he’ll forget, forget what his spirit speaks to him.

❝ You of all people know I can't so that. ❞

He says as he takes the gun from his thigh and puts it to his temple. All the things he had done in the past like giving Nai that code and the ships and crashing, the multiple deaths he had caused, the trouble of his amnesia, the loss of a close friend. All of it. He wanted to spend all of their tomorrows with them, and yet he couldn’t make it in time for Wolfwood. What was he supposed to do without him?

He was lost from the very beginning.

He had long since convinced himself that he was no longer needed in this world and his sacrifice for humans was a way to atone for not being good enough to save them all. He cared too much for others that there was no longer any room for himself. He grips the hilt of the gun a little tighter before sighing and putting the gun away.

His heart broke at every step forward, a single tear running down his cheek.

❝ I miss you, my friend. ❞

[lostxndbroken]

FULL NAME: Remus John Lupin NICKNAME/ALIASES: Rem, Moony FACE-CLAIM: Xavier Samuel (young), Lee Pace (older) GENDER: Male AGE: Depends on the thread, but I write him mostly around mid 20′s BIRTHDATE: 10th of March, (original 1960, but depends on the verse) ZODIAC: Picses RACE: Werewolf/Wizard ALIGNMENT: Good SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English

HEIGHT: 5 feet 7 (Lee Pace is taller, but this suits my Remus better) WEIGHT: Between 160 lbs and 170 lbs (depending on his age) BODY TYPE: Slim/Skinny SKIN TONE: Pale POSTURE: Insecure and defensive EYE COLOR: Brown HAIR COLOR: Brown BIRTHMARKS: None TATTOOS: None PIERCINGS: None SCARS: Since the age of five, his collection of scars has been growing - the one on his side belongs to Fenrir Greyback to turn Remus into a werewolf

LIKES: Reading, good food DISLIKES: His affliction (being a werewolf) HOBBIES: to come HABITS: Stops taking proper care of himself around and on the full moon MORAL: Neutral good MOTIVATION: (depends on the thread) DISCOURAGEMENT: The fact that he doesn’t have much of a future CONFIDENT LEVEL: Insecure GREATEST FEAR/PHOBIA: Ending up alone

PARENTS: Hope Lupin (mother), Lyall Lupin (father) SIBLINGS: None OTHER RELATIVES: None PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: His parents loved him a lot, it was one of the reasons why they wanted to shelter him from the world after he was bitten by Fenrir. Albus Dumbledore convinced them to let Remus go to Hogwarts.

OCCUPATION: Defense against the dark arts teacher, unemployed, Order of the Phoenix member CLOSE FRIENDS: Sirius Black, James Potter RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Gay-sexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Gay-romantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: Submissive | Dominant | Switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: Submissive | Dominant | Switch TURN ON’S: to come TURN OFF’S: to come LOVE LANGUAGE: Remus won’t repeat the ‘I love you’s’ often, simply because he’s afraid of those words. When he says it, he means it. He will show his love and care for taking care of the other with little things. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: He tends to walk away before it becomes serious. Afraid that the other won’t be up to the fact that Remus is a werewolf, but he doesn’t want to burden the ones he loves either.

STRENGTHS: His compassion WEAKNESSES: to come PHYSICAL HEALTH: Poor to Okay MENTAL HEALTH: Poor to Okay

He is a very withdrawn person, especially before he got three amazing friends. He just didn’t want to get close to people and lose them if they learned the truth about him. But he couldn’t shake off Sirius, James, and Peter – for some reason, they stuck around and put up with his lies. The young man hates to lie, though – it makes him feel guilty and unworthy.

Remus is also a calm soul in general, unless he is in crowded places – Remus doesn’t feel like he belongs with the humans and the more humans there are around him, the less human he feels. It took the young male a while to realize what the problem was and he tries to work on it. As long as Remus knows that he’s going to mix in sizeable crowds - he can prepare himself and act more normal than when he isn’t prepared.

Yes, he lies to protect himself – but he wouldn’t lie if he doesn’t have to. He defends his friends as much as he can in any kind of situation, life-threatening, detention or just little fights among student - unless it involves bullying, that is something he says out of.

When older – Remus has even a harder time to adjust. He does everything to help out the Order of the Phoenix – but actually getting a job in either the muggle world or the wizarding world is rather tricky with his condition. In the muggle world, Remus is not suitable as he can’t even afford decent new clothes and in the wizarding world, they don’t really trust someone who isn’t entirely human. He tries to come by, by himself – Remus doesn’t want to owe anyone as he knows he can’t pay them back with his way of living. It keeps him in a spiral and yet tries to keep up the cheerful demeanor everyone is used to.

Before the bite: It’s almost painful to imagine seeing Remus differently than he is now – as the condition he carries with him has been there since the age of five. Still, Remus was a different kid before the mark was placed on him.

Young, vibrant, energetic, happy, curious, active and very good at making friends – he always had friends over as long as his parents allowed them. Remus was good at expressing himself for a five-year-old, and you could say he was truly innocent.

Why he was bitten: Lyall didn’t expect that someone could be cruel enough to attack a child, to harm one, kill one – or worse in this matter, curse a child with something that was truly incurable.

But that’s not where it begins – to know the entire story, we have to start at the beginning.

Lyall Lupin, a man who is specialized in dark creatures and he was asked by the Ministry of Magic to explain all about these so-called creatures, in the hope they would understand them better. Lyall was invited to join the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and he accepted it gratefully.

During his career – Lyall got rid of multiple dark creatures. The Screaming Bogey of Strathtully, a Boggart that had fed on the fears of a large number of local muggles and got as big as an Elephantine with glowing white eyes – Lyall was able to trap it in a matchbox.

In the early 1965’ when Fenrir Greyback was brought to the Ministry of Magic to be questioned about the deaths of two Muggle children – apparently after being caught with a werewolf pack. Fenrir being a werewolf himself but the MoM was uncertain about the condition because they didn’t update the Werewolf Registry often enough to be sure that Fenrir was indeed a werewolf.

Lyall expected Fenrir to be a werewolf – but couldn’t prove it right away. Which is why he suggested keeping Fenrir behind bars until the next full moon (which was twenty-four hours away). The committee laughed at Lyall for such accusations and Mr. Lupin lost his temper. He declared that werewolves are ‘soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death’. Lyall was expelled from the room, and they released Greyback. The Ministry wanted to erase his memory about the questioning – but with the help of two accomplices – Fenrir Greyback escaped.

Fenrir wasn’t going to let Lyall get away with his accusation – he plotted something to get his revenge. Greyback worked himself inside of Remus’s room (shortly before his fifth birthday) and attacked him. Lyall entered the room and saved his son just in time – repelling Fenrir with powerful curses, but Remus was already infected by the werewolf curse.

Being raised with Lycanthropy: Remus’s parents tried all sorts of treatments but in those days – before Damocles’ invented the Wolfsbane Potion, there was nothing that showed any effect. So – they took desperate measures to conceal Remus’s condition. From time to time they had to move away from their homes to find another when the neighbors started to notice the strangeness that the family brought along. Remus wasn’t allowed to play with other children and though he had all the love of his parents – Remus was marked by loneliness.

Eventually, Remus’s parents had found a way to keep the werewolf under control. Lyall locked Remus in a room and cast several silencing charms to make sure no one would hear the beast once turned. Just like every child – Remus grew and so did the werewolf inside of him. By the time he was ten years old – Remus was capable of knocking down doors and breaking the windows during his transformation. Forcing Lyall to use more powerful spells.

Lyall and Hope worried for their son who they love so much. If the Ministry knew about an uncontrolled werewolf – they could react severely and who knew what they would do to the child?

The Lupin’ were afraid that their son wouldn’t be able to join the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry because of his condition. Because of that, Lyall tried to educate his son at home. But before Remus turned eleven – Headmaster Albus Dumbledore came to visit unannounced. The couple tried their best to keep the older wizard out of their homes – but within five minutes Albus was inside. Albus knew about the attack of Fenrir (because Albus had spies planted among the dark creatures – and Fenrir kept boasting of his crime). The Headmaster promised the parents that Remus was in safe hands and that everything was being taken care of so Remus could transform unnoticed during the full moon in a safe environment.

At Hogwarts: Remus was alone – he always felt completely alone, even if he was with others around him. Eventually, he gained three friends and their names were Sirius, James, and Peter. The pair of them weren’t stupid – they started to notice a pattern when Remus wasn’t around when the excuses came to cover his absence. Quickly, they learned that their friend was a werewolf. Remus was afraid that they would leave him – but they did the opposite, they stayed.

The three of them decided to learn a very complicated spell – transfiguration, so they could become Animagi and stay with Remus during his transformations. Once they achieved that – Remus was no longer alone during the full moon and because of them that one time in the month wasn’t as unpleasant as it used to be. Together they created a map that showed the castle grounds and who was roaming around. It was a masterpiece that all of them were very proud of.

A werewolf only hurts humans – which is the reason that Remus’s friends are safe once they have become animals.

Once – his friend Sirius Black pulled a joke on a fellow student, Severus Snape (one who became suspicious of Remus’s behavior and suspected something). It almost cost him his life as Remus could have killed Snape in the worst-case scenario. After – Remus was angry at Sirius for what he had done, he started to realize that maybe his friends weren’t the friends he had hoped them to be. After all – James and Sirius once wished for a full moon, something that would hurt Remus severely. Yet – he couldn’t leave them either, they never left him and when they weren’t selfish - they were actually good people, or so he hopes.

As an adult: Many years passed and his best friend James Potter married a lovely girl he met at school called Lily Evans and the two brought a son to the world named Harry James Potter. Sadly, the parents died when the Secret Keeper gave the information to Voldemort. Peter knew how to play his game and Sirius got the blame for the Potter’s death. Remus believed that for a very long while.

Remus became a teacher at Hogwarts and started to teach Defends against the Dark Arts. Severus gave him one of his foulest glares every time they met. Not only because Remus had the job he wanted so badly, but Severus also didn’t trust Remus as he was very aware of his condition and that he believed he played a big part in the joke that Sirius had pulled on him. Though Severus hated Remus, he gave him the potion around the days that the full moon was going to show, the wolfsbane potion.

With this creation, Remus was able to keep a clear mind while he was turned into a werewolf and he would wait for his transformation out in the Shack. One night he forgot to take his potion, which was the night that Peter was once again found. Remus and Sirius were reunited, and the truth came out that Peter was indeed not dead, that he was the Secret Keeper instead of Sirius and that Peter was the one who betrayed Lily and James, which led to their death. Sadly, that night, Peter managed to escape and joined the Dark Lord once more.

Remus resigned after everything that had happened because he believed that with his condition, he couldn’t keep teaching children the dark arts if their parents were aware of what he was. 

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DEADLY WOMEN DAILY: AMELIA DYER

Amelia Dyer was one of the most notorious serial killers and Baby Farmers during the Victorian period of the United Kingdom. Baby Farming is the practice of adopting or fostering unwanted children and infants in exchange for money. It’s estimated that Dyer had killed as many as 400 babies, but only six bodies were discovered.

WHO WAS AMELIA DYER?

Amelia was born in 1837, in Pyle Marsh, Bristol, England. She was the youngest child out of five living children. She had three brothers, Thomas, James, and William, and a sister, Ann. Her father, Samuel Hobley, was a shoemaker and owned a shoemaking business, while her mother, Sarah Hobley, stayed home and cared for the children. She had another older sister, Sarah Ann, who died at the young age of 6, and a younger sister who was also named Sarah Ann, who died when she was just a few months old. Amelia loved literature and poetry, but had a difficult childhood due to her mother's mental illness caused by Typhus. She would often witness her mother's violent outbursts and would help care for her up until she passed away in 1848. Later, researchers would comment about how this affected Amelia’s mental health, and how it showed her very early on regarding how symptoms for mental illness looked like.

After her mothers death she lived with her aunt in Bristol before serving an apprenticeship with a corset maker. When her father died in 1859, her eldest brother, William, inherited the shoemaking business. In 1861 when she was 24, she decided to permanently estranged herself from at least one of her brothers, James, and moved into lodgings in Trinity Street, Bristol. After moving she met and married a 59 year old man, George Thomas, and they both lied about their ages on their marriage certificates to close up the age gap. After she married she decided to start training as a nurse, and took up jobs in Mental Asylums. She contacted a woman named Ellen Dane, who was a midwife. She learned that using her own home to provide lodging for young women who had conceived illegitimately and then farming off their babies for adoption or letting them die from neglect and malnutrition was a much easier way of making a living. Shortly after meeting, Ellen Dane had to relocate herself to the United States to escape detection from authorities.

Unmarried mothers during this time often struggled financially, since the 1834 Poor Law Amendment Act removed any financial obligation from the fathers of illegitimate children. These women were further hindered by raising their children in a society where single parenthood and illegitimacy were very heavily stigmatized, thus the creation of baby farming businesses. These businesses will “adopt” or “foster” children for either regular payments or one very large payment. This money would go towards food, shelter, medicine, and basic childcare. Some baby farmers would let the children die and never tell the parents, so they could keep pocketing money. Other baby farmers would take in the expecting mothers and care for them up until they give birth, and then take their babies if they still don’t want them. Not everyone would strangle the babies like Amelia did, but would instead let them simply starve to death. The authorities often had trouble tracing any children who were reported missing. Dyer was doing basic nursing up until her husband died of old age in 1869, leaving her to care for their child, Ellen Thomas, all alone. She desperately needed more money, and that’s when she decided to take Ellen Dane’s idea and take up baby farming.

DYER’S BABY FARMING BUSINESS

Dyer advertised to nurse and adopt babies in return for proper payments, and additionally offered to take in expecting mothers until birth. Upon meeting her clients, she would assure them that their children would be properly taken care of and provided for, and stated that she was a trustworthy and respectable woman who was married and she and her husband would love the children as their own. In 1872 she remarried to a man named William Dyer, who was a Brewer Laborer from Bristol. They had two children together: Mary Ann (nicknamed Polly), and William Samuel. She eventually left her husband. At some point during her baby farming career, she decided to stop waiting for the babies to die from malnutrition as she felt like it was a wasted expense, and decided to Murder them as soon as she received the payments for each child. This allowed her to keep most, if not all of the money she received.

She was able to dodge the police for a long time, up until a doctor started to become suspicious of the amount of child deaths he had he called to certify in her care. She was arrested in 1879, but she wasn’t convicted of murder or manslaughter. Instead, she was given 6 months hard labor. When she was released she started to resume her baby farming career, but began having spells of mental illnesses and suicide attempts, which landed her into mental hospitals on and off. These often happened when it was convenient for her to “disappear.” Since she used to work as an asylum nurse, she knew how to properly behave to ensure that she’d get the most comfortable stay inside the asylum. She also started forming an alcohol and drug addiction pretty early into her baby farming killing career, which would have aided in her mental illness outbreaks. During her serious suicide attempt, she drank two bottles of laudanum, but due to her long term use of opium products, she had a very high tolerance build up and was able to survive.

After she returned from the hospital she yet again re-started her baby farming business. However, she realized it was getting far too risking having doctors come in to issue death certificates, and began disposing of the bodies herself. However, this didn’t help her avoid suspicion for too long. The police were still being cautious and some of the parents wanted to reclaim their children. This prompted Amelia to relocate often to different towns and cities to regain anonymity and used multiple different aliases. Dyer left her final stay at a mental asylum in 1893. Two years later she met a woman named Jane “Granny” Smith who would soon become her associate. Jane, Amelia and her family moved to Reading, Berkshire later that year, and Jane was persuaded by Amelia to be called “mother” around the children in their care, and to act like a loving, trusting mother when other mothers/clients came to drop off their children. It was all about making the business look as comfortable and trustworthy as possible.

THE MURDER OF BABY DORIS MARMON

Evelina Marmon was a 25 year old very popular and well-liked woman. She worked as a barmaid and gave birth in January of 1989 to an illegitimate baby girl, Doris Marmon. She put an ad in the Miscellaneous section of the newspaper that read: “Wanted, respectable woman to take a young child.” She intended to go back to work, save up some money, and then reclaim her child once she was able to properly care for her. When she was placing her ad, she also noticed another ad that was right next to hers which read: “Married couple with no family would adopt a healthy child, nice country home. Terms £10.” It was signed by a “Mrs. Harding.” She reached out to her and just a couple days later she received a response from Dyer/Harding: “I should be glad to have a dear baby girl, one I could bring up and call my own. We are plain, homely people, in fairly good circumstances. I don’t want a child for money’s sake, but the company and home comfort… I and my husband are dearly fond of children. I have no child of my own. A child with me will have a good home and a mother’s love.” A week later Dyer came to claim the baby. Evelina gave Dyer a box of baby clothes and the money, and said goodbye to her baby, broken-hearted. Several days passed by and she received a letter from Mrs. Harding, letting her know all was well with baby Doris. She replied back, but received no further response.

However, Dyer did not go back to her home in Reading, and instead went to Willesden, London, where her 23 year old daughter Polly was staying. It was there that she found white edging tape that is normally used in dressmaking, wrapped it around the baby’s neck twice, and tied it. It’s stated that the baby’s death was probably not quick. Allegedly, both women helped wrap the body in a napkin. She packed up some of the clothes that were given to her by Marmon, and the rest were sent over to a pawnshop. The next day, April 1st, 1896, she took in another child named Harry Simmons. She removed the tape around Doris’ neck and wrapped it around Harry’s, who was only 13 months old. Both bodies were stacked inside a carpet bag on April 2nd, with bricks to add additional weight, and the bag was disposed of into the River Thames.

DYERS DOWNFALL

A package Dyer had dumped in the water previously was not heavy enough, and was easily spotted on March 30th, 1896. Inside the package contained the body of a baby girl, later identified as Helena Fry. Detective Constable Anderson found a label from Temple Meads Station, Bristol, and used microscopic analysis of the wrapping paper and found the name, Mrs. Thomas, along with an address. This evidence lead them directly to Dyer, but they needed stronger evidence to connect her directly to the murder. Information from witnesses and past police reports only increased their suspicions, and Dyers home was immediately put under surveillance. The officers used a young woman as a decoy, hoping to get her a meeting with  Dyer to discuss her services, and it worked. Dyer was expecting this new client to call, but instead, she found detectives at her front door. On April 3rd (Good Friday), the police inspected her home. Although no bodies were found, the stench of decomposition of human flesh was strong. Thankfully they were able to discover other evidence such as, edging tape, telegrams regarding adoption agreements, pawn tickets for children’s clothing, and receipts for advertisements and letters from mothers wishing to know about the well-being of their children.

They put the math together and realized that within just the last few months alone, at least 20 baby’s have been put into the care of “Mrs. Thomas,” now revealed to be Amelia Dyer. They also discovered that she was yet again, preparing to move, this time to Somerset. It’s estimated that over several decades, Dyer had killed between 200-400 children. Dyer was arrested on April 4th and charged with murder, and her son-in-law, Arthur Palmer was charged as an accessory. After her arrest, the Thames River was drained and six more bodies were discovered, two of them being her last 2 victims. Each baby was strangled with white tape, which Dyer would later use as a reason as to how those baby’s weren’t hers. However, Evelina Marmon identified her baby Doris’ remains.

TRIAL AND EXECUTION

When the deaths were looked into in early May, their was no evidence linking Arthur Palmer to the murders, and he was discharged. No evidence linking his wife, Polly, either. It was further confirmed by a written confession from Dyer (her spelling and puncturing unchanged):

“Sir will you kindly grant me the favour of presenting this to the magistrates on Saturday the 18th instant I have made this statement out, for I may not have the opportunity then I must relieve my mind I do know and feel my days are numbered on this earth but I do feel it is an awful thing drawing innocent people into trouble I do know I should have to answer before my maker in Heaven for the awful crimes I have committed but as God Almighty is my judge in Heaven an on Hearth neither my daughter Mary Ann Palmer nor her husband Alfred Ernest Palmer I do most solemnly declare neither of them had anything at all to do with it, they never knew I contemplated doing such a wicked thing until it was too late I am speaking the truth and nothing but the truth as I hope to be forgiven, I and I alone must stand before my Maker in Heaven to answer it all witness my hand Amelia Dyer. - 16 April -1896”

On May 22nd, 1896, Dyer appeared in court at the Old Bailey and pleaded guilty to the murder of baby Doris. Both her family and associates testified that they were growing suspicious about her behavior and activities, and it was stated that Dyer had escaped detection on many occasions. Her daughter also gave evidence that supported Dyer's conviction, along with evidence from a man who had seen and spoken with Dyer at the time she had disposed of the two bodies at the River. The only thing her defense lawyer could do was try and go for an Insanity plea, stating that she had been committed multiple times to Asylums in Bristol. However, prosecution successfully argued that she had faked mental illness to get her into these asylums to help her further avoid detection from authorities, especially since many of the times she was committed was around the times where suspicions were getting heavy.

It only took the jury 4 and a half minutes to find Amelia Dyer guilty, and was hanged at 9AM on June 10th, 1896, at Newgate Prison.

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How they deal with holding your drink at a party:

Let’s start off with the Marauders Era shall we?

James Potter

would protect it with his life from others

but would probably end up getting distracted and either spill it

“Shit (Y/N)’s drink.”

“You ruined my shirt!”

“And I care how?”

i feel like he talks with his hands a lot so that’s why

when you come back you see James empty handed and ask him “Where’s my drink.”

he smiles at you sheepishly and says “On someone’s shirt.”

you sigh and go to get a new one but James is already pushing past you to do just that

either he’d spill it on someone or just forget it

“Where’s my drink?”

“Oh um, I think I left it on the table somewhere there.”

he means well tho

and once during a blue moon where he actually does end up holding your drink, he is very protective over it

will not let anyone come in an arms length of it and protects it with his life

if you’re taking too long he’d probably put some (harmless) potion inside to prank you tho

overall rating: 8/10

Sirius Black

will lose or spill it within seconds of you handing it to him

sometimes on purpose because he will have girls and guys by his side and that doesn’t do well when he’s trying to hold your drink and would rather get you a new one than risk handing you one that could’ve been roofied

whether the person intended for you or Sirius to drink it is unknown but he doesn’t really care

“Thanks for holding my drink-“ you say only to get cut off by Sirius throwing your drink into the trash

“Let me buy you a new one, I don’t trust them.” he says as he looked back at the group of girls who were previously trying to get him onto the dance floor with them

if he does end up protecting your drink without getting mobbed, he would protect that drink like his life depended it

“If you take another step closer I will hex you into the next month.”

even if it was just James who wanted to pull a (harmless) prank on you

“Prongs I don’t care, do it on Evans or someone but I am not letting you touch (Y/N)’s drink.”

very genuine and actually does try to protect it

he’s a Black, i’m sure the ‘training’ he’s gone through would stick even if he’s a Marauder

overall rating: 8.5/10

Remus Lupin

a fucking angel who protects it like his entire life depends on it

will threaten to punch anyone who even tries to come near to the drink

depending on the prank and day, might allow James to prank you

usually it just depends on the possible outcome and your reaction

“Moony come dance!”

“When (Y/N) comes back than maybe.”

might get curious and take a few sips of your drink

ends up drinking more than half of it

but will quickly go get a new one and hope that you don’t notice

“Hey thanks for buying me a new one.” You day as you take the cup from him

“What- how’d you know?”

“I know you well enough Rem, anyways did you like it? We can get another one if you want.”

overall rating: 9/10

Peter Pettigrew

spits in it per Voldemort’s request

will try to protect it

until a (usually) drunk Sirius or James comes up to him and gives him some stupid dare

because they know Peter will never back down from a dare

he’ll either drop your drink before or during the dare because he claims he can do it while holding your drink and not spilling a single drop

i mean, he’s right though

because he doesn’t spill a single drop

he drops the entire fucking cup

“Shit.”

overall rating: 4/10 

more like 1/10 but this was before he became a pussy

Regulus Black: 

okay I feel as though he wouldn’t be the type to willingly go to parties but if he did he would be a complete gentleman

literally covers the drink with his hand and holds it close

tries to go along with you as well just in-case anything happens to you on the way

sometimes when he’s feeling playful he might just drink it all 

but would feel really bad afterwards and quickly get you more

will not hesitate to hex anyone who gets a little too close to you and/or your drink

he really doesn’t care who, even if it was his friends or yours

you trusted him with your drink, not them

even when you have taken your drink back he’ll still insist on holding it and taking a sip before you just to be sure

“Hey what are you doing? Give me that. I take the first sip you know this. If I’m not on the ground after 5 minutes than you can drink it.”

“Regulus there’s nothing in the drink.”

let’s remember that he’s a Black so being a drama queen is literally apart of his DNA

“Oh yeah?” He says before dropping to the ground, “I wonder why I’m now on the ground now. What if you had taken a sip first and I wasn’t here huh?” 

“Kids.” he muttered to himself as he got up from the ground, ignoring the people who had just watched him drop to the ground for seemingly no reason

overall rating: 9/10 because he will lecture you as if he were your mother

Lily Evans

loves parties so will 100% drag you to one

but she would also be more than happy to hold your drink for you

“Hey Lils could you hold this for me?” 

“Of course, I’ll come with as well actually.” 

glares daggers at anyone who stands a little to close to her, you and/or your drink

does not stop glaring until either you have finished your drink or until the person is gone

is a total sweetheart but would probably end up drinking it all taking a few sips of your drink

“You drank it all didn’t you?” you asked when you came back to see your cup empty 

she literally chucks it across the room, looks you in the eye and says, “Someone took it.” before taking you to go get a new one

will let James prank you only if he promises that it won’t harm you in anyway 

overall rating: 9.5/10

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General HP Taglist: @summer-writes @lunaralpha270 @tinylumpiaa @slytherin-chaser @bloodblossom73 @peachesandpinks @mischiefsemimanaged @accio-rogers @iamak20 @klaus-m-trash @obsessedwithrandomthings @susceptible-but-siriusexual @masterofthedarkness @lupins-sweater

Permanent Taglist: @sleep-i-ness @emmaloo21 @62442-am @imintoodeeptostop @un-limit-edd 

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A Supernatural World: Chapter 1

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Summary: Fleeing their hometown of Miami, Florida due to it growing far too dangerous, Roman and his vampire brother Remus move to Detroit, Michigan. Remus hopes it’ll be safer here for his human (or so he thinks he’s human) brother. Roman only wishes to start anew after a traumatizing incident in his last college, hoping to make new friends and maybe even find love. They don’t know what this city or the future holds but it’s going to be quite the adventure as they explore their new surroundings and the…interesting people that live in it.

Pairings: Eventual roceit, Eventual Intrulogical, slowburn roceit, slowburn Intrulogical, romantic roceit, romantic Intrulogical. BROTHERLY CREATIVITWINS (rem/rom shippers fuck off)

WARNINGS: IMPLIED ABUSE, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, MORE TO BE ADDED AS THE STORY GOES ON

(A/N: Finally got back into some kind of writing pattern so enjoy!)

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Pitter Patter

Pitter Patter

Remus watches as the sparkling raindrops streaked down the window of the taxi that he and his brother, Roman, were currently in. It’s a rainy evening in Detroit as they near their apartment. It isn’t anything fancy but it has all the utilities they need and a room they could share. It certainly had been a while since Remus had shared a room with his twin. His parents would always separate them, their mother saying Remus was a bad influence on their so-called perfect Roman. Neither of them believed it and always found a way to see each other. Though punishment always followed should they be caught.

  That was then and here they were now. No more horrible parents. No more horrible home. They’re in a new city now and they just want to start fresh. Remus was going to explore and get supplies once he and his brother were settled in. It’s not easy being a vampire who constantly had to be out at night or help his brother sleep. Speaking of sleep, Remus glances over at his twin. He smiles fondly as his older brother snores away on his shoulder. It’s always nice to see his twin peacefully resting. He only wished he didn’t have to use his magic to keep him like this. But it was that, or intense nightmares every single night. 

Remus sighs and adjusts the red scarf that he wrapped around Roman when they left their home. Roman had been through a lot. From the abuse at home to an incident in college that he never got justice for, Roman would have nightmares of it all and Remus would use his magic to calm him down. It’s probably not the safest trick but Roman had begged him to keep using it ever since he found out about it. At least Roman was resting better for now. 

“Ferndale District Apartment Building, sir.” the taxi driver suddenly cuts through, tired eyes gazing at the twins.

Remus nods in reply and turns to his twin, gently shaking him awake.

“Wake up, Ro. We’re here.”

Roman whines and yawns, eyes fluttering open as he sits up.

“Already?” he asks sleepily. 

Remus chuckles softly.

“Yeah. Come on, Ro. You can sleep some more once we get our stuff in.” he says, patting his brother’s head.”

“Kay.”

Roman stretches and sits up, getting out of the car as Remus paid the driver. It’s cold and wet but the rain seems to be letting up into a light sprinkle. He looks around and there isn’t much. Another car passes by and a dog barks in the distance. Roman can make out a small gas station across the street, its dying neon sign flickering like an old lamp. Beside it is a convenient store that’s closed for the night, a laundromat right across it that’s still open. He watches for a moment as a mother and daughter, both sopping wet from the rain, run inside the laundromat. Then Roman turns back, seeing his twin unload the trunk. So, Roman follows and helps with getting their items out. 

They have two boxes, a luggage bag, and a backpack each filled with their belongings as well as food and drinks and emergency supplies. Then there’s three boxes full of other miscellaneous items like toiletries, plates and cups, silverware, pillows, blankets, and other things they grabbed. The apartment may be furnished but it didn’t have everything. It takes over thirty minutes but they managed to bring everything into the building. The taxi leaves and the twins sigh in relief as the warmth of the building melted away the cold feeling in their bones. Remus then heads to the front desk and speaks with the receptionist, a red-haired man with green eyes and freckles, so he could get their apartment key.

Meanwhile, Roman looks around again. It isn’t much but it feels cozy. There was a lounge across from the desk with a moss green carpet and dark brown leather armchairs. A small but sleek black coffee table sits between them, a flower vase holding bright red roses on it. In the corner is a small fish tank, bubbling away as two dwarf gourami swam around each other. On the faded mahogany wall is a painting of a hand. Roman can just barely make out the artist’s signature at the bottom. ‘C.Manfred’ is written in black cursive in paint at the lower left  corner. Roman hums and admires it for a moment.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that the newcomers were here already, Jeremiah.”

Roman jumps at the sudden voice, turning around.

There stood a man in a black a blazer over a dark yellow turtleneck. He also wore matching black gloves and a black bowler hat. What confused Roman is the eye bandage on the man’s left eye and his black face mask. The man walks towards the front desk, standing by Remus. He looks him up and down for a moment before turning to the receptionist, Jeremiah, and greets him.

“Oh, they just arrived, Janus. I just gave them their room key. And here’s your mailbox key.” Jeremiah replies, handing the key to Janus.

Janus nods and takes it, making his way to the mailboxes beside the front desk.

“I must say, you’re both quite intriguing.” he says, glancing at Remus again before turning back to open his mailbox.

Remus blinks. He could’ve sworn he saw a glint of gold in Janus’ eyes.

“I’m just a guy moving in with his brother. I don’t see anything special about that.” he replies, playing it safe.

Janus chuckles quietly and grabs his mail, tucking it away in his blazer.

“No? I think you are. I’ve never met someone like you, especially. I tend to keep to myself, you know?” he hums.

Remus blinks again. Oh. Now he gets it.

Janus sees Remus finally getting it and chuckles again.

“Now, now, no need to fret. Your, ah, secret is safe with me.” he says, holding up his right hand.

That makes Remus relax a little.

“Right. Sorry. I’m just being safe” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, I’m Remus and that’s my brother, Roman.”

Roman waves shyly as Janus glances towards him, flustering awkwardly.

“It’s alright. It’s nice to meet you both.” Janus replies. “My name is Janus.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Janus.” Remus nods before turning to Roman. “Come on, Ro. We gotta haul this upstairs.”

“But we can’t carry this all in one trip!” Roman whines.

“Oh, where’s your apartment?” Janus asks.

Remus checks the key.

“Number 413.”

“Ah. It’s not too far from my place. I’m in 501. Just a floor above and the first door on the right.”

“Ooh, we’re neighbors! Yay!” Roman cheers.

Janus huffs a laugh.

“That we are. So, would you like some help?”

Remus looks over to Roman and Roman nods eagerly. Remus chuckles and shakes his head with a smile.

“Sure. Just be careful. Some of the boxes have fragile things.” he replies.

Janus nods.

“Of course.”

With that, the twins grabbed their personal boxes while Janus handled the remaining three. He was surprisingly strong and didn’t even seem to struggle. Remus is pretty sure that the big box on the bottom was quite heavy. Janus doesn’t have a complaint and they pile into the elevator. As it slowly heads for the fourth floor, Janus finds himself curious about the twins. He knows by now that Remus is...well...not exactly human. He wants to know even more.

“So, what brings you two here? It’s been a while since we’ve had someone move in.” Janus says after a beat of silence.

The twins tense a little and shift.

“Oh dear. Too soon to ask?”

Remus shakes his head.

“No. Just caught us off guard. We settled here since it was the first place we could find after searching for so long. We’ve been on the run across the country. All the way from Miami, Florida actually. We’ve been in and out of hotels along the way here. We looked everywhere online for a good place where the rent price wasn’t a fuckton of dollars. After looking for so long, we found this place and here we are.” he explains.

Janus nods, feeling concerned.

What had these twins been through?

“I see,” he replies. “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you on the run?” 

Roman answers this time.

“Home was bad.” he replies quietly, sighing as he gazes at a poster advertising a pirate themed amusement park.

If Remus didn’t have his arms full with boxes, he’d comfort his twin. He can only give him a sad smile.

“Yeah, mom and dad weren’t exactly dearest to us. We got up and left not too long ago while they were away at some big business meeting. I stole their money too. They were greedy fucks anyway.” he sighs.

Janus gives them a sympathetic look. It’s hard to tell with his mask but he’s smiling sadly too.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m glad you got out though. I get it. My mother and father weren’t exactly loving either.”

“Is that why you wear those on your face?” Roman chimes in, glancing at Janus.

“Roman!” Remus hisses.

Janus smiles softly, finding Roman’s innocence a little endearing.

“It’s alright. I suppose it’s partially why. They never did like my...birthmarks.” he replies.

“Oh. I’m sure they’re not that bad.”

“Trust me, my dear. This is something you don’t want to see.”

Roman flusters. He finds himself feeling a little warm with how charming Janus is.

“O-Okay then.”

They continue talking some more, Roman excitedly telling Janus his plans as they continue trekking to their apartment. Roman wanted to get back into theatre now that he was free to do so. Remus occasionally joined in on the conversation, mentioning that he wanted to explore the city and be familiarized with the area...for reasons. By the time they reach the apartment door, Roman is giggling and seems to have already become friends with Janus. The conversation continues as they enter the apartment. 

It’s spacious enough for two, a small hallway leading into the living room. The walls are a light beige and the hardwood floors are a faded oak that seemed to have been waxed not too long ago. There’s another hall to the left of the living room and another hall to the right. The left hall leads to the bedroom and bathroom. The right hall leads into a small kitchen and dining room. There’s also a small laundry area at the end of that hall. It isn’t much but the twins like it. Any place that isn’t their old home is safe enough for him.  

Remus heads in first and Roman curiously follows with Janus trailing behind him. They gather in the living room, boxes set down to be unpacked in the morning. For now, the twins look around the apartment. Remus spots the heating system by the light switch in the hall and fiddles with it for a moment. Roman sees a big sliding glass door and immediately heads over there, making a sound of delight as he gets the lock undone with a click before sliding the door open. He steps out and is greeted with a good view of Detroit despite only being four floors up. He can see a train station, an abandoned dockyard with an old rusted freighter still floating in it, and part of the Ambassador bridge despite how dark the city is.

“So pretty! I’ve always wanted my own balcony!” Roman says, beaming as raindrops sprinkled all over his cheeks.

Remus chuckles.

“You can hang out there tomorrow, Ro. Come back inside. It’s cold out.” he calls. “And shut the door.”

“Kay!”

Roman lingers for a moment longer then does as his twin says, coming in and shutting the door before locking it too.

“I like our new home.” he says, joining Remus and Janus.

Remus pats Roman’s head.

“Good, because we’re stuck here for a long time.” he says. 

Janus smiles softly, seeing how the twins really care for each other. 

“I’m glad you like it here. I hope you’ll sleep through the night. There’s a certain apartment down the hall upstairs that tends to be loud often.” he tells them, setting down the boxes he’d been carrying.

“I’ve slept through worse.” Remus shrugs though there’s a dark look in his eyes.

Remus still remembers hearing his mother scream, her shrill but sharp and haunting voice overpowering Roman’s cries. And if it wasn’t her, it was their father. Their father would beat Roman, drunk or not. Remus couldn’t do anything about it, having been locked away in the basement for most of his time in that old house. Didn’t mean he escaped those beatings. His father made sure he had his ‘fair share’ of punishment.

Janus smiles sadly. Just how badly had these twins been hurting?

“I see. Still, I figured I’d let you know ahead of time.” he says, deciding not to push it. “If you don’t need anything more, I have to go now. It’s late after all.”

Roman looks up from the boxes. He was about to open one when Janus said he had to go.

“Already? But I liked having you here, Janus.” he says, pouting a little. 

Janus huffs a laugh.

“Don’t worry, Roman. We’ll meet again soon. I don’t leave my apartment so I’m almost always home. Feel free to come over anytime soon, my dear.” he smiles softly.

Roman flusters again. Something about Janus makes Roman feel a little warm. 

“O-Okay then. Bye bye, Janus. It was nice to meet you.” he says, smiling bashfully.

“Goodbye, Roman.” 

Roman waves and watches as Janus leaves, happy to have already made a new friend. 

Meanwhile Remus was a little wary. So much has happened due to Roman trusting almost every person he’s met. The college incident was one of them. After that, Roman had a hard time trusting new people. So it’s a little surprising to see Roman easily get along with Janus and trust him. Especially with sharing a bit of his trauma. Shaking his head, Remus smiles fondly. At least Roman is happy for the time being.

“So, you already found a friend in Janus?” Remus asks.

Roman blushes a little, still smiling bashfully.

“Yeah. I think he’s nice. And I know I probably shouldn’t trust people so soon but I think Janus is someone we can trust.” he says. “I know it.”

Remus chuckles.

“If you say so, Ro. Now come on, we still have to unpack some stuff so we can get ready for bed.” he says, ruffling Roman’s hair again.

“Okay!”

So with that, the twins unpack what they can, filling the kitchen cabinets with what bit of food they could bring from their old home along with the kitchen cutlery. They had grabbed as many things needed when they first left their old home and kept it with them as they moved around. Their toiletries were from the many hotels they stayed at. For food, they either ate at the hotel’s buffet or had small meals from the stores around the place. 

Remus had stolen most of their greedy parents’ money for themselves to use but did his best to save it. Now that they have a new place to call home, Remus decides he’ll go grocery shopping in a few days. In the meantime, Remus was content to live off of the food they picked up on their way here. It wouldn’t be the first time they had instant noodles and a small bag of potato chips. 

Soon the twins unpacked what they could, the two bringing their luggage bags into the bedroom. They got undressed and into some warm pajamas. Roman’s pajamas are a plain white t-shirt and a pair of red sweats. Remus’ pajamas are a pair of grey sweats and a Thriller t-shirt. Now that they were in comfy clothes, Remus leads Roman to the bed.

“Alright, bed time, Ro.” Remus says, setting up Roman’s night light before joining him.

Roman gets in bed, holding a small crown plushie that Remus made for him to stim with. He’s quiet as he thinks about their safety. Yes, they were away from that awful place now but anything could happen. Especially with Remus being a vampire. Remus is an easy target for hunters and much more feral vampires. Roman has seen those vampires, one of them having even tried to drink his blood. Remus saved him though. Still, what if-

“Earth to Roman. You in there, Ro?” Remus taps his forehead.

Roman blinks and shakes his head clear, settling in bed.

“Sorry, Ree. I’m just a little worried. What if we’re found here or another feral vampire hurts me? What if it’s not safe here too?” he asks, fiddling with his crown plushie. 

Remus smiles softly, tucking Roman in.

“We won’t be found here. I made sure of it. Besides, if anything happens, I’ll be there to protect you. You know I’ll beat their asses.” he says.

Roman giggles.

“You always do, Ree.”

“Hell yeah. Now, get some rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

Roman nods, yawning.

“Okay. I’ve been wanting to get into theatre now that we’ve settled. You think the local college will accept me?” he asks.

Remus pats Roman’s head.

“They will. You’re super talented, Ro. You’re gonna do great.” he says.

Roman smiles at that before shifting.

“Okay...um...can you do that thing to help me sleep?” he asks.

That thing is basically Remus using his magic to help Roman sleep better and to manipulate his dreams so that the nightmare stays away.

“Of course.” Remus smiles softly, his eyes glowing a soft red. “Sleep.”

Remus waves his fingers and a red, sparkling aura of magic swirls from him and into Roman’s head, making him feel hazy and tired. Soon his eyes flutter shut and his breathing evens out. After a few moments, Roman is deep asleep. Remus sighs in relief and stands up, looking back at his brother for a moment before moving to turn off the lights. Then he slips out of the bedroom to continue unpacking and cleaning up. Hopefully tomorrow will be good for both of them now that they’re here. 

[swan-of-sunrise]

Spellbinding (Chapter Nine-Part One)

Summary: After (Y/N) experiences a health scare tied to her evolving magic, she and Loki decide to take some time off from their Avenger duties to visit Asgard.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Nine (Part I) September 28th, 2015 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)

“How’s the book, doll?”

Careful to not move her head too much, (Y/N) glanced up from her novel to look at Steve, who was entirely focused on sketching her from his spot on the floor of the library. The super soldier’s brow was furrowed and his blue eyes were narrowed in concentration as he hunched over his work, his pencil flying over the large sketchbook resting in his lap. During her first week in the tower while she was still getting to know everyone, Steve surprised her by asking if she could pose for him sometime and she agreed, a little flattered that he wanted to sketch her of all people. It’s nice that he finally has the free time to do this, she thought to herself, knowing how busy he’d been the past few months with his role as the leader of the Avengers. “It’s good, but I think I prefer the movie; the humor doesn’t work as well here as it does onscreen, although that may be my childhood crush on Cary Elwes talking.” She turned the page of the book. “Have you seen The Princess Bride yet?”

The super soldier glanced up and nodded before resuming his drawing. “Yeah, Clint made me watch it a while ago, claimed it was the best movie ever made. It’s pretty good, but the best movie ever made’s actually Casablanca; you can’t go wrong with Bogie and Bergman.” He pulled away from his sketchbook to examine his work before swiftly returning to it. “So, how’s everything going with you and Loki?”

“Everything’s going great,” (Y/N)’s smile widened as she thought about her boyfriend and their incredible two months of dating. “He’s actually been talking about bringing me to Asgard to meet his mother…”

Steve’s brow rose and a bright smile played on his lips. “Meeting his mom, huh? Sounds like things really are going great.”

“Unfortunately, it’s a bit more complicated than that. You see, Loki and Thor haven’t explicitly said anything but I’ve got a feeling that Asgard’s not very welcoming of Midgardians, so who knows what Queen Frigga will think of me…” (Y/N) chuckled lightly, but inside her emotions were swirling. After everything Loki had told her about his mother, (Y/N) was a little nervous at the prospect of meeting such an important person in his life, but she’d been sure to hide her discomfort from him; she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by making him think she didn’t want to meet the Queen of Asgard.

“I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you, doll. Just based on the way Thor and Loki talk about her, she sounds like a very kind woman and I’m sure that she’ll like you a lot. Hell, if you could get Tony Stark to like you after almost killing him, then I’m sure that the Queen of Asgard’s gonna be a piece of cake.”

(Y/N) suppressed her laughter at his words and felt herself begin to finally relax. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Don’t mention it,” Pulling away from his sketchbook to examine it once again, Steve smiled and looked up at her. “There, all done!” With an inward sigh of relief, (Y/N) set her book aside and stretched out her aching limbs. “You’re a lot tougher than the others, you know, they usually whine and complain whenever I have them pose for too long.”

(Y/N) chuckled, slowly getting to her feet and stretching her unusually sore legs; I must’ve pulled a muscle during my mission yesterday, she thought with an inward shrug. “I guess I’m just more patient than they are; ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ can take down countless Hydra agents in a single mission without breaking a sweat yet they can’t sit still long enough to be sketched…almost like puppies…”

Laughing, Steve got to his feet and closed his sketchbook. “Well, thanks for posing for me, doll, and I promise I’ll show it to you as soon as I touch it up.”

They walked side-by-side out of the library and down the hall. “I really should be thanking you, Steve; I’ve seen some of your sketches, and it’s an honor to have such a skilled artist choose me as his model.” (Y/N) grinned when he blushed at her compliment. “We should probably head to dinner; I think I heard Tony mention that Clint was making his world-famous lasagna.”

“Damnit, Sam and Bucky’ll try to hog the whole thing like last time…”

(Y/N) stopped walking, a sudden chill in the air causing her to shiver. “You go on ahead, Steve, I’m going to go and grab a sweater from my room. Save me some lasagna from those bottomless pits while I’m gone?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He flashed her a smile and hurried down the hall to the dining room as she turned and headed to her room. Just as she reached her door, however, she suddenly felt lightheaded. Black spots began dancing before her eyes and she leaned heavily against the wall; gasping for a breath, she tried to call out to J.A.R.V.I.S. for help but not a sound came out of her throat. Her knees finally gave way and she fell into unconsciousness before she hit the floor.

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Swirls of purple magic clouded (Y/N)’s vision before clearing to reveal two shadowy figures. They appeared to be a woman and a man but they vanished before she could get a good look at them; suddenly, a strangely-familiar voice echoed in her mind…

“She must never learn the truth of her heritage. The truth will not only destroy her, but the world as we know it…as painful as it will be for her, she must never know about her parents.” The voice waivered a little. “Goodbye, my darling (Y/N). Until we meet again in the stars…”

“(Y/N)? Darling, can you open your eyes for me? Please?”

(Y/N) was pulled out of her deep slumber by another voice. A very distressed, yet achingly familiar, voice. With a small groan, (Y/N) slowly opened her eyes and Loki’s worried face came into view. “Loki?”

Loki’s face broke out into a relieved smile but his green eyes were still filled with concern. “Thank the Norns! How do you feel?”

“I feel fine…a little cold, I guess, but other than that…” She trailed off as she looked around the room, realizing that she was once again propped up on a bed in the tower’s sickbay. “How long was I unconscious?”

“About fifteen minutes,” Frowning to herself, (Y/N) recalled her strange dream. If she’d only been unconscious for a quarter of an hour, then it would be scientifically impossible for her to experience a dream; dreams occur during the REM cycle, usually over an hour from falling asleep. However, Loki continued on before she could say anything about it. “Romanoff and I were just returning from our mission debriefing when the Artificial Intelligence informed us all that you’d collapsed. We found you in the hall and took you down here; Doctor Banner and Stark are running some tests to determine what caused your fainting spell, they should be done any minute now…”

(Y/N) wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, trying to generate enough heat to warm herself. “I think I might’ve overexerted myself during my mission yesterday; I’ve never succeeded in making something explode with my magic before and I probably used too much energy doing it…”

The day before, she and Clint were attempting to take a suspected Hydra scientist into custody in a French hospital but were forced into a high-speed chase through the city; the chase ended suddenly when (Y/N) concentrated her magic and blew up the road in front of the scientist’s car, causing it to skid to a stop and allowing them to finally apprehend him. I suppose that arresting that Hydra scientist and seeing my magic advance so much is worth the extra exhaustion, she thought with an inward shrug.

Nodding, Loki took the blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders before taking her hand in his. “I believe that as well, but it’s wise of Doctor Banner and Stark to evaluate your health just in case.” He tightened his hold on her hand as he continued, “Will you promise me that you’ll be more careful with your magic in the future? Remember, you need to stick around and force me to read that infernal Percy Jackson book series.” Although his voice took on a teasing tone as he repeated her own familiar words, she could clearly see the vulnerability swirling in his eyes; she could only imagine how he’d felt, seeing her unconscious and unresponsive on the ground, and her heart clenched in her chest.

“Of course I will, sweetheart…” With a small twinge of pain to her sore muscles, (Y/N) leaned forward, cupping his cheek with her hand and pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Loki immediately kissed back and released her hand in favor of wrapping his arms around her and tugged her closer to him. When she pulled away, his lips followed after hers and she couldn’t help but smile. “So, does that mean you’re finally going to read them?”

Chuckling, Loki pressed his forehead to hers and grinned. “Oh no, my love, I cannot be swayed that easily-” She interrupted him with another kiss, this time with more passion; running her fingers through his soft hair, she gently tugged on the ends and elicited a growl of satisfaction from him. To her pleasant surprise, Loki’s lips began trailing openmouthed kisses along her jaw and down to the skin of her neck, and she couldn’t hold back her breathless moan when she felt his teeth graze the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

“Okay (Y/L/N), we’ve got your-geez, get a damn room, you guys!”

They broke apart and immediately noticed Tony and Bruce standing in the open doorway, Tony’s hand clamped over his eyes in disgust and Bruce smiling at the ground in mild embarrassment; (Y/N) was awkwardly holding her head in one of her hands and Loki was grinning roguishly, obviously enjoying the billionaire’s discomfort. “On Asgard, one knocks when they wish to enter a room; do they not have that custom here on Midgard?”

Tony shrugged and removed the hand from his eyes. “Takes too much effort. Hey J.A.R.V.I.S., can you let me know if people are gettin’ hot and heavy in a room I’m about to enter?”

“Of course, sir, although Prince Loki has a point about knocking…”

“Anyway,” Bruce stepped forward and glanced down at the medical charts in his hands. “We finished running some tests and it looks that you have a severe cold, most likely brought on by your over-exertion yesterday. I recommend bed rest for the next twenty-four hours to prevent any more fainting spells, and I’m prescribing some Tylenol and chicken noodle soup for the cold; no solid foods, which is perfect because Sam and Bucky managed to polish off all of Clint’s lasagna by themselves while you were unconscious.” The doctor smiled and patted her on the shoulder as Tony muttered threats against the two offenders under his breath. “You’ll be okay, just be more careful with your magic from now on, all right?”

She nodded and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Bruce, I’ll be more careful. Do I have to stay in here or can I go back to my room?”

“You can go back to your room; I’ll make sure to tell everyone that you’re okay so they can stop worrying, and I’ll speak with Director Fury about giving you some time off to recover. Take it easy, (Y/N).” With one last smile, Bruce left the room.

Tony shoved his hands into his pockets and grinned. “Well…get better, Glinda, and no playing any ‘hide-the-zucchini’ for twenty-four hours, you two…” He giggled to himself as he followed Bruce out of the room, and (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes.

“So childish, isn’t-Loki, what’re you doing?!” (Y/N) gasped in surprise when Loki suddenly picked her up in his arms and scrambled to hold onto his neck as he carried her down the hall to the elevator, afraid that she might slip out of his arms and fall.

“Doctor Banner said that you needed to rest, so I’m carrying you to your room.” Loki smiled cheekily down at her as he stepped into the elevator. “I wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself by walking, my lady.”

“Oh, my savior!” She pretended to swoon in his arms and he laughed at her dramatics. The elevator shot upwards, and (Y/N) rested her head against his chest as she asked, “How was your mission?”

“Child’s play. Romanoff and I had absolutely no trouble infiltrating the meeting and collecting intel. How was your day?”

“I read a little while posing for Steve.”

Loki hummed in acknowledgement and stepped out of the elevator when it stopped. “He didn’t show you the sketch when he finished, did he?” She shook her head as they continued down the hall. “He refused to show me the sketch he did of me as well. I suspect that he’s planning a grand reveal of all the ones he’s done of everyone in the tower…thank you, darling.” He said when she opened the door of her suite for him.

“Steve sketched you?” He never mentioned anything about it before, she thought curiously.

“Yes, he did…and I’ll tell you all about it as soon as I return with your soup and medicine.” After gently setting her down on her couch, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and left the room.

Standing up, (Y/N) took a cautious step forward and when she realized she wasn’t going to fall over, she made her way to her bedroom and changed into a pair of lounge pants and a long-sleeved thermal shirt. Her muscles once-again protested while she changed clothes and she dismissed it as lingering soreness from her collapse and her previous day’s mission as she sat on the couch and stretched her legs out across the cushions. Before she could reach for the magazine sitting on her coffee table, Loki returned with two soup bowls in his hands. “That was quick; maybe I should call you ‘God of Cooking’ instead of ‘God of Mischief!’”

“In this case, darling, I’m afraid that you can’t,” After handing her a bowl and a pill bottle, Loki picked up her feet, sat down and placed them in his lap. “Stark forced Wilson and Barnes to cook it as punishment for eating all the lasagna, so you have the two of them to thank for our dinner.”

“So, what’s the story behind you posing for Steve?” (Y/N) asked, blowing on her soup before taking a cautious sip.

Loki smiled and took a sip of his own soup before answering. “Well, during my first months as an Avenger I kept mostly to myself; I stayed in my room reading the books my mother gave me and only left whenever I was assigned a mission. The others, besides Thor of course, kept their distance and never attempted to be anything more than reluctant comrades-in-arms until my second month here. The others were supposed to be out of the tower, so I decided that I wanted to take advantage of their absence and read in the library for a change. When I arrived, however, Steve was already there and busy sketching the city’s skyline. I was surprised, to say the least; I never expected the soldier to have an artistic side, so I asked him about it. He told me about his childhood dream of becoming an artist and asked me about the art on Asgard; we ended up talking for quite a while, and I wound up posing for him.” Loki smile widened, a hint of admiration in his green eyes. “He was the first Midgardian I came to respect and as I gained his trust, the others soon followed until finally, I was allowed an unaccompanied trip to the local library where I met an incredibly clumsy trainee librarian…”

“I think ‘incredibly’ is a bit of an over-exaggeration, sweetheart,” (Y/N) replied grumpily as Loki smirked. “But I’m glad that Steve gave you a chance, otherwise we may have met under very different circumstances.” She shivered slightly at her own words; she was so busy as an Avenger that it was easy to forget Hydra’s attempted abduction of her all those months ago. To distract herself from her darker thoughts, she swallowed two Tylenol pills and smiled brightly. “Anyways, it’s still pretty early; did you want to read together or maybe watch a movie?”

He gave her a disapproving frown. “You heard Doctor Banner, darling, you need your rest…” When she continued to silently stare into his green eyes, he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose in defeat. “You know, those enchanting eyes of yours should be classified as deadly weapons; you wield their power as skillfully as you wield a sword.”

Grinning triumphantly, she took another sip of her soup. “Thank you, Loki, I’ll take that as a compliment.” She scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek as he smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “How about we watch That Thing You Do? I was listening to the soundtrack this morning and the theme song made me think of you.”

“It’s not like that atrocious Grease musical film, is it?”

“I promise you that it’s better, sweetheart.”

“…Fine.”

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The next morning, (Y/N) slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she looked out her bedroom window; the sun was beginning to rise, illuminating the skyscrapers with a soft golden glow. The beautiful sight turned bittersweet as her thoughts shifted to her aunt. When she was little, her aunt would wake her up early on the weekends so they could watch the sunrise together; as they sipped on hot chocolate, the rising sun would brighten their small kitchen and instantly put the two of them in a good mood. Aunt Evelyn would’ve loved Loki, (Y/N) thought, her smile widening as she imagined the petite woman meeting the towering God of Mischief; it would’ve meant the world to her if the two most important people in her life had been able to meet.

“And Loki feels the same.” She muttered to herself, playing with the edge of her blanket as she thought about the situation. With her mind finally made up, she wrapped her arms around her pillow and continued to watch the sun light up the skyline of the city. When the sun began to shine high above the skyscrapers, there was a loud knock on her bedroom door. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal Loki, already dressed for the day and balancing a tray laden with food in one hand. “G’morning, Loki…what’s this?” She asked, sitting up in bed and putting her glasses on.

Loki grinned, setting the tray down on her lap and carefully climbing onto the bed next to her. “Breakfast in bed, of course; I wasn’t sure if you’d be feeling well enough to breakfast with the others, so I brought it to you instead.”

Smiling, (Y/N) kissed him on the cheek. “You’re amazing, sweetheart, thank you.” Egged on by her grumbling stomach, she started on her oatmeal first.

“Are you feeling any better?”

She nodded. “Yep, my muscles are still a little sore but I think my cold is gone.”

“Good, I’m glad…” Loki paused, an uncertain look on his face as his fingers fidgeted in his lap. “Darling, what would you say if I told you I asked Director Fury just now to give the both of us three weeks off?”

“Well,” (Y/N) began, suppressing her amused smile; she had a sneaking suspicion as to what he was getting at. “I’d say thank you, of course, then I’d ask you if he really agreed to that and if he did, I’d suggest that we use that time to visit your mother on Asgard. What would you say to that?” She gave him a knowing glance as she sipped her orange juice.

Loki’s lips curled into an amused grin. “I’d reply that yes, Director Fury’s been impressed with our ability to do our jobs without our, and I quote, ‘sappy romantic shit getting in the way’-” (Y/N) choked a little on her orange juice and shook her head in exasperation. “I’d assure you that he’s given us three weeks off, and then I’d agree with your suggestion, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” She joked before sobering. “I know that you think she’ll love me, Loki, but to be honest, I’ve been feeling a little nervous about meeting your mother.” When Loki opened his mouth to reply, she placed a finger on his lips to silence him; the comical look of surprise on his face nearly caused her to burst out laughing but she remained composed. “However, I also know that as long as you’re with me, I’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic, (Y/N),” Loki breathed before taking her face in his hands and kissing her sweetly. They parted after a moment, but he kept her close by pressing her forehead to hers. “You really are going to love Asgard, though, and I promise you that my mother will adore you just as much as I do; how could she not? You’re the kindest, most intelligent, beautiful woman in the entire universe, after all.”

“Now look at who’s the hopeless romantic.” (Y/N) teased, gently bumping his shoulder with her own as she continued eating her oatmeal. As she was finishing breakfast, Loki regaled her with talk of a rumored pranking war that was going on as a result of the hogged lasagna from the night before; I think he may need this time off more than I do, she thought pensively, watching him as he pondered aloud what clever pranks the others would come up with, a truly cheerful gleam in his eyes as he spoke.

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By the next morning, however, things were looking significantly less cheerful. As it turned out, Thor learned of their trip and decided that he would also return to Asgard to give his quarterly report on the state of Midgard to Odin. (Y/N) didn’t have any problems with Thor accompanying them; in fact, she welcomed the presence of another friendly face on their trip, but someone else didn’t see the situation quite the same way she did.

“It’s as if I’m forbidden from visiting my home realm without being on a leash,” Loki muttered darkly under his breath as he paced along the tower’s protruding helipad, his displeasure evident in his scowl and the tension of his jaw. “Held tight by my glorified babysitter.”

“Loki, you and I both know that Thor’s not coming as a babysitter; he has a report to give and it just happens to be three months since the last one.” (Y/N) lightly scolded and continued to play with the hilt of her sword from her spot next to the glass doors. She originally decided to wear her uniform to Asgard and leave her sword in her room, but her gut told her that she might need it. Probably to break up whatever fight Loki and Thor are inevitably going to get into, she thought with a sigh as she glanced at the fully armored Asgardian before her. “So, are you going to bring your mother and Samson those flowers and fruits you told me about while we’re there?”

Just as she hoped, Loki’s mood brightened at her words. “Of course; perhaps I’ll bring you along with me when I do, but I’ll have to procure another horse and teach you to ride first.”

“I look forward to it,” She flashed him a smile as the glass doors opened and Thor emerged, also dressed in his full Asgardian armor. “Good morning, Thor!”

Thor grinned down at her. “Good morning, Lady (Y/N)! Good morning, brother!” Loki’s glare did nothing to damper the Asgardian’s good spirits. “Are you ready to depart?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, but I think the others wanted to say goodbye before we leave-”

“Keep your pants on, (Y/L/N), we’re here,” Tony quipped as he walked onto the helipad, closely followed by Steve, Natasha and Bruce. “But just so you know, I’m only here to see the My Little Pony bridge, not you guys.”

Rolling her eyes as the others chortled, she gave him a hug. “Try not to get into too much trouble while we’re gone, Tony.”

“Trouble? Me?” Tony grinned when they separated. “Have a good time for me, Morgan le Fay.” He walked over to Thor and Loki and called over his shoulder to her, “Bring me back something cool!”

Steve was next; he wrapped his arms around her waist in his trademark bear-hug. “Keep your chin up, (Y/N), and you’ll knock ‘em dead.”

“Thanks Steve,” (Y/N) mirrored his bright smile and turned to Bruce. “Since you’ll be working on that new project of yours while I’m gone, I asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to remind you to take breaks for meals so promise me you’ll listen to him, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I promise,” Bruce ducked his head shyly before pulling her in for a hug. “It’s gonna be weird not having you around for a month, but you and Loki deserve a break, (Y/N). I hope you guys enjoy yourselves!”

Natasha grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the others. “Have fun, (Y/N), but keep your eyes open and your guard up; you’re dating a prince, after all.” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “And I wanna hear every juicy detail about your trip when you get back, okay?”

“Nat!” (Y/N) exclaimed under her breath, a light blush spreading across her cheeks at the spy’s suggestive words; she followed Natasha back to the others and was pleased to see them wishing Loki as well as Thor a good trip. “Well, thank you guys for seeing us off; can you please tell the others ‘goodbye’ for us when they get back from their missions?”

“Sure thing, (Y/N),” Steve nodded and ushered the others away from the circle of etchings the brothers were standing on. “Keep an eye on Thor and Loki, will you? They need all the looking-after they can get!”

Giggling as the two brothers scoffed and rolled their eyes from the end of the helipad, she took her place next to Loki and rested her arm around his waist. “You can count on me, Cap.” She looked up at her boyfriend and smiled. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Loki tore his excitement-filled eyes from hers and looked up at the blue sky above them as he tightly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and as Thor thrust his hammer into the air above.

A moment later, they were encased in a rainbow of lights and (Y/N) caught one last glimpse of the four Avengers waving before the three of them were completely pulled into the swirling beam of colors.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter Nine-Part Two

Spellbinding Masterlist

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[softheartedscorpio]

Wolfstar with prompt 3?

Winter/Holiday Prompt #3: Makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful.

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warning: Mature Content/NSFW/Smut

Background: It’s Remus and Sirius’s 7th year, they’ve been together since 5th year. James and Lily have been together for almost a year at this point.

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The heat of the fire bathed the two teens as shadows danced along the walls of the common room. Everyone had gone to bed a few hours ago and the only sound was the crackling of the fireplace.

Sirius ran his fingers through Remus’s hair before tangling them at the curls at the back of his neck, letting out soft moans as their tongues danced together. Remus tugged Sirius onto his lap so he was straddling him and pulled back slightly, nipping at his bottom lip as he did so, “Is this okay?” He questioned breathlessly as he took in Sirius’s flushed face and swollen lips. “Yeah,” The dark-haired teen panted out as he tugged Remus back into another unrushed kiss.

Remus settled his hands on Sirius’s waist, eyes closed, fully enjoying the warmth spreading through his body from Sirius’s hesitant touch as his hands slipped from short hair down a sweater covered chest. He let out a hum in pleasure as Sirius ground their hips together slowly, allowing his hands to explore under Sirius’s shirt, loving the feel of the toned muscles there. Sirius broke the kiss as he started kissing down Remus’s neck, pausing before gently sinking his teeth in the base, “Siri...” Remus groaned quietly as he thrust his hips up into his boyfriend’s. Sirius froze, an uncertain feeling rushing through him, before pulling away. “Sirius?” Amber eyes studied the face of the blushing teen, “Is everything okay?”

“I-Yeah,” Sirius cleared his throat, eyes falling to his hands that were fidgeting with Remus’s sweater. Remus furrowed his eyebrow as a flicker of frustration and disappointment went through him, “I’m not pushing for too much am I?” He asked gently. “No!” Sirius’s head snapped up as he shook his quickly. “Then what’s going on? Everytime we make out, you stop us. Is it—Is it me?” Remus’s insecurity tainted his voice as he tried to understand. “No Moons. Oh Merlin no,” Sirius breathed out as his hands went to Remus’s cheeks. “I...I just...I don’t want to push for too much, too soon.”

“Too soon? Pads we’ve been together for two years,” Remus raised an eyebrow. “Lily and James already slept together and they’ve been together far less.” Sirius blushed once more, turning away. He knew that. James and him had talked about it. “Sirius. Talk to me,” Remus finally sighed. “I’ve never...and I want to but I’m scared. I don’t know much about it and...” Sirius looked up with wide grey eyes as realization hit Remus like a truck. Sirius wouldn’t know about it. Sirius’s first hug was James in 2nd year. His first kiss was Remus and that was 5th year. His family wasn’t an affectionate one and the idea of his mother talking to him about the birds and bees was fully ridiculous.

“Has anyone ever talked to you about sex?” Remus asked softly as he pressed a soft kiss to Sirius’s forehead. “James did,” He flushed as he looked down at his hands. “Lily did too, but James was more detailed.” Remus nodded as he rubbed Sirius’s back slowly, “I won’t push you until you’re ready.” “I want to. I just...show me?” Sirius rushed out as he looked up at Remus. Remus felt a rush of love for the teen in front of him, “Of course.”

He gently moved Sirius off of him, “Moon- Wha-?” “Shhh Pads,” Remus shushed him gently as he shifted Sirius to his back and crawled over him. “I’ll take care of you.” Sirius watched as Remus pulled his sweater off, his eyes roaming the scarred chest and muscled form that was hidden beneath the baggy clothes. His breath hitched as he let his hands run up the pale skin drawing a soft sigh from Remus.

“Your turn,” Remus encouraged before slowly unbuttoning Sirius’s shirt leaning down to kiss the tattoo over his heart. “I still love this,” He murmured as he traced over the paw print that signified Sirius’s animagus form. “Thank you,” Sirius murmured as he allowed the shirt to fall off his arms and tossed it to the floor. A trail of kisses were pressed down his chest before hands slowly undid his pants, “Too much?” Remus’s eyes flickered up to meet his and the intensity in them had Sirius’s heart racing. Remus had of course seen him naked over the years of sharing the dorm, but never like this. “No,” He breathed out as steady hands pulled them down and another kiss was pressed on his hip bone.

Remus crawled back up Sirius’s body before pressing a lazy kiss to soft lips that had the tension melting out of the smaller male. “Trust me,” Remus murmured against his lips and Sirius could only nod. Long fingers wrapped around Sirius’s length, moving at a slow pace as a gasp escaped pink lips. “R-Remus,” Sirius breathily said as Remus kissed him gently. His length was at full attention within moments and soft noises were escaping with each unhurried movement.

A whine escaped Sirius as Remus moved his hand away before a whispered spell caused a rush of coolness through Sirius’s body before a long finger pushed at his entrance, “Relax.” Remus soothed as Sirius tensed up. He eased his finger inside slowly, giving Sirius time to adjust. When a quiet sigh escaped the other teen, he began pushing it in and out at a lazy place as he kissed Sirius leisurely. “Rem...” Sirius moaned as he broke the kiss, Remus began kissing his way down the exposed pale skin before adding another finger.

Sirius’s moans grew in volume as Remus worked them at a faster pace, searching for the bundle of nerves, sitting up to use his other hand to rub Sirius’s hardened length once more. “O-Oh Remus,” Sirius gasped out as he arched into the touch. A smirk danced along Remus’s lips as he ran his fingers over the same spot once more, loving the sound of Sirius saying his name. “Do you want more?” Remus asked lowly in his ear causing shivers to run down Sirius’s spine as a whimper left his lips, “Please.”

Remus sat up, removing his fingers much to Sirius’s displeasure, and pulled his own pants off. Another whispered spell had his own length slicked up, grey eyes watching intently as his hand moved over himself. “Are you sure?” Remus checked as he aligned himself with Sirius’s entrance and searched his boyfriend’s face for any uncertainty. Sirius bit his lip nervously before nodding, “I want you.”

Remus smiled before pressing their lips together as he gently pushed his tip in. Sirius let out a gasp of pain as tears gathered in his eyes. “It’s okay baby,” Remus soothed as he gently kissed the tears away. “It’ll feel good soon.” He couldn't take his eyes off of his face as he pressed himself into the warm, grasping heat of his lover for the first time, seeing grey eyes widening at the feeling of being filled for the first time, his mouth falling open to suck in a gasp of air as Remus' head pushed passed the resistance of his body and sunk deeply into him in one smooth, firm thrust before pausing inside of him.

Remus leaned so he could kiss him again, distracting him from the over-full feeling until his body adjusted to the new feeling. Remus gave a testing thrust of his hips as he felt the tenseness easing out of the body he was buried inside of. When he didn't hear or see any signs of pain he pulled back slowly until only his head was held in Sirius's entrance, and with agonising and teasing slowness pushed himself back inside, “You okay?” Remus murmured into his ear as Sirius let out a soft moan, “Yes. It feels weird but good.”

The feeling of that tight grip around him was enough to throw Remus over the edge. Sure now that he would not hurt Sirius he started up a rhythm to drive them both to as much pleasure as he could, drinking every single moan, groan, whimper and noise that his boyfriend made as he buried himself deeply inside him.

Remus grunted grabbing Sirius's hips as thrusted himself deeply inside of him repeatedly, his grip on bruising and anchoring at the same time. The feeling was amazing and he could feel himself drawing close to the edge as he stared down at the gorgeous teen under him, Sirius’s own pleasure clear on his face.

“R-Remus, I...I need to...” Sirius moaned brokenly as he clung to his boyfriend. “Cum for me,” Remus growled in his ear as his own movements began to stutter. Sirius arched as Remus watched him coming apart under him, feeling the walls around his length tightening and fluttering in response to his orgasm, seeing him spilling himself all over his own stomach, was enough for Remus. With a loud groan as he thrust once more into Sirius, cumming inside of him, panting into his shoulder as the pleasure shook through him.

“Wow,” Sirius breathlessly whispered as the fire began to die out. Remus laughed quietly as he gently rolled off his boyfriend and shifted so he was holding him tightly. “That was...” Sirius trailed off as he looked up at Remus with loved filled eyes. “Amazing,” Remus finished as he pressed another gentle kiss to his lover’s lips. “Are you okay?” He asked as he ran his fingers through long hair.

“Perfect,” Sirius sighed as he snuggled into Remus’s warmth, sounding so content that Remus couldn’t help but feel smug. “We should head upstairs to bed,” Remus murmured as his eyes slipped closed. Sirius hummed in agreement but didn’t move either. “C’mon,” Remus stood slowly with a sleepy Sirius. He got them both cleaned and dressed before they made their way silently upstairs and fell into Remus’s bed.

“Love you,” Remus nuzzled Sirius’s neck gently and kissing over the red marks that were there. “I love you too,” Sirius smiled beautifully even as his eyes fluttered closed. Smiles lingered on both their lips as they drifted to sleep.

[aprilsrant]

Praised be writer’s block | Young!Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: in the midst of an upcoming war and worries about the future, (Y/N) bonds with an unexpected person, golden boy from gryffindor house himself.

WORD COUNT: 3,000, more or less…

A/N: this is my first time doing this, so if you have any suggestions please let me know! also, if you can, reblog so it can reach more people, it’ll help me a lot.

All of this wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for @peeves-a-legend​, which btw is an amazing writer. I can’t thank you enough!

Masterlist.

The gif below is not mine, credits to the original maker. And yes, I see robert sean leonard as a young!remus, but you can imagine whoever you want.

In one of the few sunny and warm mornings left of the season, (Y/N)’s mother had dragged her to Diagon Alley to buy her school’s supplies. The term for her sixth year was about ten days away from starting and going there didn’t thrill her anymore. She had retarded the visit as long as her mother’s patience lasted (which wasn’t a lot considering the woman had belonged to Hufflepuff), and no one had been succesfull on finding the reason, althought her mum suspected it. 

(Y/N) hadn’t felt the rush of excitement run through her body in a long time when she thought about going back to Hogwarts, and buying supplies meant she was only a step closer. Her first two years were more than she could ever ask for, but everything came crashing down on her at the young age of thirteen. 

(Y/N) had started to notice the repulsive look on people’s faces whenever she tried to help them, all looking down at her green robes as if she had grown a third arm or a second head overnight. She realised, with now a heavy weight on her heart and a new insecurity over her mind, that not all Hufflepuffs were kind and inviting. Maybe, she supposed, they were too proud to accept help from anyone else. 

Or perhaps, (Y/N) was too naive to think she could defy centuries of old stereotypes and unhealthy competitions while wearing a green and silver tie.

But the rude comments and weird stares had not affected her in such a long time. She didn’t show them how angry she got about those and how much she wanted to scream at those Gryffindors to get over themselves, because if she did, she was proving their point. All snakes, young or old, end up being violent creatures. Instead, a new feeling of uneasiness had settled in her mind, washing away her minor problems.

Peace no longer reigned over the Wizarding World. Rumors of a war were spreading like wildfire. Voldemort’s ranks got bigger and bigger with the passing time, and more muggle families and muggleborns were being wiped out, like they meant nothing. In those dark times, not having magic or being from a family with the wrong kind of ancestors, could determine your doom. 

In her case, she wasn’t at the top of the Dark Eater’s food chain as a halfblood, but that didn’t ease her nerves. She was more worried about her father, a muggleborn, her grandparents and several other friends. Many of their families wanted to go into hiding and she knew that this year and the others to come, Hogwarts wouldn’t be so magical.

Once they passed through the brick wall at the Leaky Cauldron,  their first stop was the Apothecary, which (Y/N) had refused to enter because of the disgusting smell of bad eggs and something more repulsive she didn’t identify. Instead, she decided to visit Quality Quidditch Supplies. It’s not like she played the sport, Merlin knows how awful she was at throwing or hitting things, and playing as Seeker was not an option. But she always attended the matches, channelling every single piece of energy her body had onto cheering for Slytherin’s team. 

(Y/N) made her way to one of the corners of the shop, wanting to see the newest Quidditch gloves her best friend had talked about so much in her letters. Maybe she could get her a new pair for her birthday, so she could start the season with brand new gloves. But looking at the price, she realized a cheappier gift would have to do. Her family wasn’t the richest and she knew her parents were struggling with money lately.

“Expensive, aren’t they?,” asked a voice from behind her. She turned around, one of the gloves still on her right hand, and noticed that the voice belonged to no other than Remus Lupin. She was lying to herself if she said he wasn’t good looking. Those dark brown eyes and soft hair had gotten to her when they were in their fourth year. (Y/N) had spent weeks, maybe even months, crushing on him and, of course, annoying her friends to no end about how perfect he was and how he was one of the few decent members of the lion house. But she never tried anything, she had a long list of excuses that, maybe, exceeded the many numerous reasons why she liked the Gryffindor so much.

“Definitely,” (Y/N) finally answered with a grimace in her face, “I thought I could get a pair for my best friend’s birthday since she’s a Chaser, but I’m not so sure now”.

Remus offered her a small smile and muttered something about how her best friend would appreciate anything she would give her. After that, neither of them said anything and only the noise of other people’s chattering could be heard. She looked around the store, trying to think about something that would lead to more talk, while Remus put his hands in his jeans’s pockets and changed the weight of his body to his left leg. 

A few more seconds passed and (Y/N), not tolerating the awkward atmosphere anymore, was the one to initiate the conversation this time.

“So, um, Remus, are you, um, planning on joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team? Since, you know, you are… here”. 

Merlin, her sister was right, she did need to start socialising more.

“Oh no, not a chance,” he answered letting a snicker escape his lips. (Y/N)’s mouth turned into a little smile because of the sound, not noticing at first. “I’m just here because of James and Sirius, they wanted to see some new brooms that came out this…”.

Remus words were interrupted by the same people he’d just mentioned. James Potter and Sirius Black, the most known students at Hogwarts, were walking towards them. (Y/N) tried to put on a neutral face, not showing her true thoughts on the two boys.

It wasn’t that she hated them. At some point, she had found her pranks on those horrible Slytherins funny, but after last year her opinion on them changed drastically. It appeared to be that they couldn’t distinguish who were the “good” Slytherins therefore they’d just played cruel jokes on every single member of the house. Or maybe, they didn’t think Slytherins could be nice and decent people, so all of them deserved to be made fun of.

“REMUS!,” they both shouted at the same time. Almost everyone in the shop turned to see them, and as (Y/N) moved uncomfortable with a scowled look because of the new, and unwanted attention, she wondered why they had to be so bloody loud all the time. “We were looking for you, but it seems you have found some company”.

Remus’s cheeks changed to a soft crimson after Sirius’s comment.

“Careful now, Rem, snakes tend to bite and some of them are poisonous.” James’s eyes shined with mischief as he spoke.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at that, but instead of keeping quiet as she normally would, she responded to Potter’s remark, surprising the others and herself in the process.

“Excellent observation, James. Now, how much time did it take you to come up with that and for how long you’ve been wanting to use it? Perhaps, it was after that particular Quidditch match where Slytherin shredded you into pieces ”. 

His face no longer showed a fun expression, but, in it’s place, was a face with narrowed eyes trying to hide the fact he had been caught. (Y/N) smiled at that, she was not this kind of person but it was good to see Potter embarrassed after he had humiliated her in front of half the school just a few months ago. She knew Sirius wanted to say something to save his friend, but as his mouth was starting to open to spill some sarcastic or stupid comment about her house, Remus stepped in.

“Sirius, don’t say anything, just leave her alone,” he began, giving the pair a pointed look with his eyebrows raised, “we were only talking, there’s no need to start acting as if she’s going to bite my head off”.

Dumb and Dumber, as one her Slytherin friends liked to called them, stared at Remus like he had transformed into a Hipogriff. (Y/N), as surprised as she was, glanced at him with a confused, yet somehow grateful, look on her face.  In return, he smiled at her and grabbed his friends from the shoulders, making them walk towards the door while mentioning something about having to meet up with Peter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. 

Before reaching the door, Remus turned around, let go of Sirius for a moment and waved at her with a grin, one that made her cheeks blushed and her stomach flipped.

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It had been months since the interaction between her and Remus, plus James and Sirius. A small smile and a certain glow in her eyes stayed present on her face for the rest of the trip to Diagon Alley with her mother, who had not missed the sudden shift in her daughter’s appearance.

She hadn’t talked much with him again (only a few more times because of their prefect meetings), but the little interactions between them remained. Like the gentle and kind smiles they would send to each other while walking in the school grounds and greetings from afar with a short wave of the hand.

Winter break was just around the corner when they met again. Both wrapped around heavy coats, gloves and scarfs protecting them from the cold wind and the freezing fog. (Y/N) would have been pissed about her feet getting wet from the snow if it wasn’t for the outstanding landscape it created. A pure scenery, grounds and trees and roofs of the castle covered in white, in such terrible and corrupted times. 

“Lovely, huh?,” he mouthed. 

What is it with this boy and sneaking up on people?

(Y/N) nodded, still unable to tear her eyes from the view. When she finally did, she became aware of how close they were, elbows almost touching. Releasing a shaky breath, that quickly changed into what it looked like fog, (Y/N) peered at him. The end of his nose was red, matching his cheeks, while his lips were pale and dry from the weather. It was an adorable sight, perhaps even more worthy of her attention than the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“What makes you go to Hogsmeade on this particular frosty afternoon, (Y/N)?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Remus,” she exclaimed, the corners of her mouth quirking up as she mentioned his name, “but, if you really like to know, I’m heading there because I forgot about some Christmas’s presents. What about you?”

Without perceiving it, they had both started to walk towards the small town, making their way through the layers of snow. 

“I just, um, wanted to visit Hogsmeade one last time before, you know, going home.” For a moment, (Y/N) had the idea of hearing some kind of hesitation while he spoke, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of what he was saying. 

This time, (Y/N) would not let the conversation turn awkward so rapidly, after all this was her chance of having an actual opportunity with Remus. So she swallowed the majority of her nerves, which were quite a lot, and planted a smile on her face. But before the words could come out of her mouth, Remus himself had beat her.

“Would you like to come to the Three Broomsticks with me?,” he questioned. 

It took her a few seconds to understand what he had asked because of how rushed he’d spoken. Her eyes widened at the notion of going on a date with him. Was it even a date? A small voice wondered inside her head. Ignoring it, she replied with a short yes. His entire demeanour immediately transformed. Remus’s eyes didn’t hold too much worry now and a large smile decorated his face. 

The trip to the popular pub was shorter than it normally was, but (Y/N) guessed that had been for how much she and Remus talked while walking to the town. When they arrived, the warm and cozy ambient, although a bit smoky and crowded, received them like a bright lamp post in the middle of nowhere pointing out the pathway. Even if (Y/N) loved winter and snow, a hot butterbeer didn’t seem too bad after being exposed to the cold wind.

Sitting down at one of the tables from the right corner of the shop, right next to a large window and giving the back to one of the walls, she could see the entire place. But her eyes were now glued to the Gryffindor seated in front of her, who was trying not to look like he was going to pass out from the nerves of having a date (was it a date?) with the most gorgeous girl in Hogwarts, maybe even the whole world.

They passed the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other, chatting regarding the things they loved and hated from Hogwarts; complaining about professors and the amount of homework they sent; laughing because of some ridiculous story told by Remus (he swore his breath got caught in his lungs as he watched her throwing her head back while letting out a loud laugh, eyes shining with happiness and not caring, for the first time, about the looks from the people in the place). They discussed their favourite muggle authors, the most amazing films that had ever been made and their dreams after finishing their education. 

(Y/N) had felt herself falling all over again for him while watching him talk about how much he’d loved being a professor and being there for his students. The passion and shine in his eyes rivaled even the brightest star in the night sky. 

And Remus had seen the same expression in her face when she talked about becoming a known writer in both the muggle and wizarding world. Despite her excitement, he recognised something else in her eyes, perhaps uncertainty or even sadness. When he asked about it, (Y/N) confided in him the fact she was scared about trying it.

“What if it’s a waste of time? What I’m supposed to write about?”

“It won’t be a waste of your time if it makes you happy,” he reassured her, “and the ideas will come to you, don’t worry. You can even write about us.” (Y/N)’s eyes quickly made their way into his after hearing that. “I mean, about this part of our world”. She couldn’t help but feel quite disappointed. 

“Wouldn’t I be violating the Statute of Secrecy?”

Remus raised his shoulders a little as he pressed his lips together, clearly trying to stop a smile from forming in his face. 

“It’s not like the Ministry is going to find out,” he whispered, so only (Y/N) could be able to listen to him, “ who’s going to tell them about it? Me?”

A scoff left her mouth and she rolled her eyes playfully at him. Was this really happening? Remus Lupin, the boy she had a crush on in her fourth year, sitting in front of her, encouraging her to follow her dreams.

“Is the Golden Boy and Prefect of Gryffindor House actually saying that I should just break an International Law?” she joked while shaking her head in disbelief, “McGonagall would be so heart broken”.

Now it was his time to roll his eyes. Directing a smirk at her, he leaned back in his chair, more relaxed and with a new light glowing around him.

“Look, I would love to write about this world. But ambition is not the only trait that got me in Slytherin,” (Y/N) declared. She beamed when he furrowed his brows together in confusion, getting closer to the table and placing his elbows on top of it. “Violating that Law is having a death wish and self preservation is one of my top priorities”.

“I can’t help but agree to that”.

The hours kept running and people began to leave the pub, but not them. They had stayed until the owner told the teenagers he was closing. Not (Y/N) nor Remus had noticed where the time had gone. Quickly, they collected all of their belongings and left the establishment in a hurry. (Y/N) didn’t want to think about the punishment they’d received if they were caught.

Fortunately, they made it to the castle in one piece. Once they were a few meters away from the entrance, they started to laugh. None of them knew why, it just seemed like a good time to do it.

“What happened to you and your advice of breaking the rules?” (Y/N) said in the middle of a laugh.

“I hope this doesn’t become a tradition, Mr. Lupin, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a stern female voice said in front of them. Professor McGonagall was standing gracefully in front of the door, her arms crossed over her chest and a furious expression implanted in her face.

Remus and (Y/N) looked at each other, the same thought running through their minds. They were so screwed.

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December 25th.

Dear (Y/N):

I’m sending this letter to wish you a Merry Christmas and a great New Year, even though it’s not the 31st yet, but well… that doesn’t really matter right now.

I remembered you talking about how much you wanted to read more classics, and I couldn’t help myself. Inside the box, you will find Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, and Wuthering Heights, by some other lovely woman named Emily Brontë. I’m not so sure about why you would enjoy them as much as I did, but maybe they’ll inspire you on your journey of becoming a writer. It won’t hurt visiting new worlds to fill your mind with ideas.

Also, and I hope this doesn’t bother you, the books are not brand new. They were read by me and have some marks on the pages, but I don’t like giving new books as gifts. I think that if they were used, they are even more special and hold more value.

Can’t wait to see you once the break is over.

Sincerely, Remus John Lupin.

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The grin on her face never abandoned her after reading Remus’s letter and opening the silver paper with golden stars all over it, in which he had wrapped the two books he had mentioned. In fact, it lingered on her for the rest of the day, accompanied with a special and renovated brightness in her eyes.  

Before letting the owl return back to its owner, (Y/N) gave her some food and water, and when it was ready, she attached a small box with red paper on the exterior and a green bow at the top. She had also prepared a gift for him, even if it wasn’t that meaningful (at least, that was what she thought). (Y/N) only hoped he would enjoy the chocolate stash, full with different muggle and wizarding ones she had thought he could try, while the owl stepped away from her windowsill.

Around eight p.m, she finally went to bed and despite spending the day interacting with her family, (thing that tired her out pretty quickly), (Y/N) was more awake than ever before. Laying down on her bed with a cup of tea and an old blanket that had once belonged to her sister, covering her legs, she grabbed one of the books Remus gifted her, ready to dwell in Mary Shelley’s world. 

[kashi-prompts]

Flowers For A Shinobi

Chapter 11: Soup

Word Count: 4,670

Pairing: Kakashi x OFC

Previous Chapter ❀  Archive of Our Own Link  ❀  

A/N: This is fuffy, right? lol

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"I understand," Kakashi nodded, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, picking at the fabric at the inside of his trousers. He remained stagnant with his usual aloof disposition, appearing as though he were disinterested in the conversation between himself and the Hokage. Within him, something stirred uneasily. 

"So you'll do it then?" Tsunade questioned pointedly. 

"Yes, I'll do it." 

"Good," Tsunade looked back down at her paperwork, content with the elite-jonin's tepid response. Her fingers hastily returned to endorsing the stack of documents collecting dust on her desk, her blond pigtail sweeping across her shoulder as she leaned over.

"She's being discharged from the hospital today. I want you to start training her as soon as possible. She's rested enough." 

"And if she doesn't want to be a shinobi?" 

"Convince her with that charm of yours, Hatake," Tsunade pointed her pen at him, "she has so much potential. It would be a shame to waste it on a flower shop." 

Kakashi scratched the back of his head stiffly, pressing the locks of his hair back down to the nape of his neck. Under his mask, his lips pursed, thinking of a counter-argument to present. 

"What are you waiting for?" She questioned, cocking an eyebrow as she looked back up at him. "Go talk to her." 

Giving up with a respective bow, Kakashi turned on his heel and headed for the door.

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Ayame combed her fingers through her hair, crudely attempting to make it presentable as she stared out her hospital window. The mid-morning sun drifted upwards in the sky, the clouds shielding the village selfishly from its warmth.  

Instinctively, her fingers began weaving the strands of her hair into a braid. The act quickly reminded her of when she was younger, where her mother would sit her down and tenderly begin folding the strands to create a tight plait of red locks. 

"It's too tight," Ayame would whine, tugging at the braid for her mother to remedy it. 

"Pain is beauty," her mother would tell her indifferently, "You need to keep it out of your face while you work! It'll loosen as the day goes on." 

It never did loosen, despite her mother's words. Tying off her braid now, she missed having someone else care for her as her mother had. The loneliness of this new village lessened as the years went on, but the underlying longing for her original home crept up on her ever so often. Not so much for the village as it was now, but the way she remembered it. Or maybe it was the people. Or perhaps it wasn't even that - but just the overall sense of duty she had there. At least she was doing something with herself.

Even so, she had left Rōtasuagekure for a reason, and quite sincerely, she reflected, she could never see herself leaving Konoha. Especially now. 

"Hana-chan?" a petite nurse asked, popping her head into the small, sterile room. 

"Yes?" 

"I have your discharge paperwork," the nurse offered. She took a few steps in, observing Ayame already dressed in the same clothes she had come in with. 

"Do I just need to sign?" 

"Yes, here and here," the nurse indicated, "the doctor said you have recovered well. She really didn't have much to say otherwise." 

"I'm feeling much better. Thank you for all your support," Ayame smiled, handing the nurse the pen and clipboard back. 

Walking out of the hospital after two weeks left Ayame feeling strange. Almost as though her life had changed, never to return to the way it was before her admission. Her experience on the journey, or mission, rather, resonated in her mind. Looking back, she may not have felt it then, but it was certainly thrilling to be a part of something like that. She thought of the shinobi in the hospital, pleased that she had done something to help them. She examined her feelings towards helping them, remembering how she used to be one of Rōtasuagekure herbalist medics. 

The slight chill in the air from two weeks ago had been replaced with a heavy, thick mist that hardly ever reveals itself except for after a cool shower on a hot day. Instantly, the moisture stuck to her skin as she began walking in the direction of her apartment. She breathed deeply, letting the dewy scent on each blade of grass mingle in her nose pleasingly. It was good to be out finally and feeling better. 

"Oi, Ayame-chan," she heard. 

Her heel skidded against the pavement at the sound of the familiar dull voice. As she turned around, her jade-green eyes settling on a tired-looking masked man. The memory of an unconscious body in the basement of her childhood home suddenly left her reeling. She blinked, watching him walk towards her with his hands that always seemed to be situated deep in the pockets of his uniform. 

"Kakashi-san," she smiled, "how are you?" 

"I am well," he stopped in front of her, looking down at her from his usual height. His cheekbones lifted in a small smile. A beat passed as her eyes traveled over the worn look in his eye. 

"How are you feeling?" Ayame asked, folding her hands together at her waist. 

"I'm doing alright," Kakashi admitted, "but more importantly, how are you feeling? Were you just discharged from the hospital? 

"I was," Ayame gestured in the direction of the hospital, "I'm feeling better. Thank you. I heard the shinobi are doing better? And the flowers were delivered to Lady Hokage on time." 

Kakashi nodded, smiling to himself, "yes. They're all doing much better. Thanks to you." 

"I couldn't have done any of that without you," Ayame admitted, shaking her head. "I'm so grateful to have been a part of it." 

"You handled your own," Kakashi emphasized assuredly. 

Looking over, Kakashi smiled stiffly at her, clearly seeming unsure of himself. Seeing this, Ayame looked away, a few spring leaves floating through the breeze around her. 

"I'm sorry I didn't come to see you while you were recovering. I was recuperating myself."

The memory of a pink-haired shinobi Ayame had seen before with Ino crossed her mind at his words. 

"Kakashi-sensei carried you back to the village," a blur of pink hair had told Ayame. Her bright green eyes had smiled down at her as she drew Ayame's blood one morning. "You're lucky to be alive. He's a really strong shinobi. He's on the mend as well, but he'll probably be better before you are." 

"I heard," she frowned, turning to look back at him. "I'm glad you're doing better, though. But I honestly must apologize for having to have you carry me all the way back here. You should have just left me there. I did my duty." 

A light laugh bubbled up in her chest at her own snide comment. His single eye glanced back down at her with a soft gaze and shook his head, "I would have never left you there. You're worth more than that."

The breeze picked up again. Sakura blossoms dancing in the wind around the two of them. The pink tones of their petals were imitative of the fleeting rouge on her freckled cheeks. Noticing, Kakashi shuffled his sandaled foot and looked down the road. 

"Were you heading somewhere?" Kakashi asked suddenly, his head tilted. 

"I was just heading home," Ayame told him, composing herself. 

"Mind if I join?" Kakashi asked, looking down at her with his one eye. A smile crept over her lips that she tried desperately to tame. 

"Sure." 

Turning on her heel, the two began heading away from Konoha's hospital, passed the mid-afternoon rush of citizens scurrying to grab something to eat before returning to work for the rest of their day. Ayame watched them walk by; the lingering eyes of a few young girls fell on the tall shinobi next to her. She wondered fleetingly if he had a girlfriend or some romantic interest on the side already. Surely, he would have mentioned it. Or an indicator would have arisen at some point. 

But then again, Ayame was still unsure. She hadn't even thought of it until this moment. She glanced over at him, his profile straight ahead as they walked together. 

She really didn't know much about him at all, she mused. It seemed as though he was still a stranger to her, despite this strange gravity pulling them towards each other. The brief time they had spent together felt more influential than just a day or two of ongoing conversations while they traveled. 

"What do you think about living here?" the silver-haired jonin asked abruptly, glancing over at Ayame as she waved kindly to a little girl with a new bouquet from Yamanaka's. 

"I love it here," Ayame shared, her voice a hum as she traced a finger along the wooden siding of the Dango shop. "Although I miss home sometimes."

"I can imagine. This wasn't your first home."

"But it is my home," Ayame vowed quietly. The Dango shop owner gave them a wide, knowing grin, offering a few sample pieces of Dango on a skewer. Ayame smiled thankfully, taking the skewer and popping the round treat in her mouth happily. 

"Would you like one?" She offered, extending the skewer to him. 

"I'm not much of a sweets man," the jonin admitted, lifting a hand to decline. "Plus, the medication they have me on for the amatoxins for my liver makes me pretty queasy lately. I haven't been able to eat much anyway." 

Ayame frowned, "I'm sorry to hear that." 

"I'll live," he shrugged, watching her toss the empty skewer in a passing garbage bin. 

"I would like to talk to you about something,"  Kakashi said a few beats later. Next to him, Ayame felt a cold shock to her chest. She glanced over at him, his expression seemingly difficult to read with a mask and headband that covered the majority of his face. Despite such, she noticed his dark eye glance over at her to assess her reaction.  

"Oh?" Ayame stammered through a chuckle. 

"Yes," he nodded, his tone serious, "what do you think it means to be a shinobi?"

Ayame narrowed her eyebrows, looking over at him quizically. She wondered if this was some joke he was playing, asking her this question to see if she understood the importance of his role. But when she looked over at him, his profile remained straight ahead and composed. She, too, had been thinking of this while lying in the hospital bed.  

"Well," Ayame began, folding her arms against the breeze as they walked, "I suppose a shinobi's only resolve is to protect the village and those who live within it." 

"That's true," he nodded, pausing, "I agree. What do you think about that?"

"About shinobi protecting the village? I think it's important and valuable. Economically, the infrastructure of the village depends on the careers of shinobi to make money. But it is clearly more than that. A shinobi's occupation is valuable to the next generation to have leaders look up to and be protected by. Working for the Yamanaka clan has undoubtedly shed light on all this for me. But I would say, this past month especially strung the understandings together fluently."

She was rambling. When she let out a breath, she expected him to laugh at her wordy response. But when she looked over, he only nodded his head, seemingly appreciative of her narrative. 

She continued, "And I'm sure you've created priceless bonds while working. I think, as a shinobi or kunoichi, you first begin learning to hone your own personal, individual skills. But I think it is more of a community effort than an individualistic standpoint. I mean, the village wouldn't run without you all. And those men would have died it not for you. So, as a shinobi, you have to put unity - and self-sacrifice - first. It doesn't seem to ever be about you. But about those around you. To learn to protect everything at any cost. For the sake of others." 

"Any cost?" 

Ayame looked over at him analytically, unsure of his question. "Yes, with your life." 

"Right," Kakashi nodded distantly, his mind far beyond their wanderings over the wooden bridge. Ayame stopped, leaning over the overpass to look down. She noticed a few boys fishing below and stood to watch them for a moment. Kakashi stopped as well, looking up at the clouds above as he came up next to her.

"What made you ask me that?" Ayame questioned, looking over at him. 

"I have some special orders," Kakashi said finally, turning to look at her. His elbow rested on the railing. The breeze swept across the side of his face, pushing the thick tufts of grey into his eyes. 

Ayame quirked her eyebrow and smirked, "To quiz me on my patriotism to Konoha?"

"Not like that," Kakashi laughed, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm just curious."  

She stilled for a moment, feeling the wind in her ringing ears as she looked back down at the boys below. One had caught a red skipper, joyfully showing it off to his friend. The other cheered, dropping his wooden rod in celebration. 

"It has been discussed that you have the potential to be quite a powerful kunoichi. The way you handled yourself against Daichi was clear evidence. I would say you have the ability to overcome the injury to your chakra. The more you train, the stronger you'll become."  

"I don't think so," Ayame turned away suddenly, leaning over the railing and folding her fingers. What did she want? Her two desires mingled together, mudding themselves in her mind. 

"I don't know, actually. It's not as though I grew up using my jutsu as you all did. I don't even have the proper academy background as even the youngest shinobi in this village have." 

"Do you want to know what I think?" Ayame looked over at him again. His eyebrows shifted to his hairline, and the fabric around his mouth bunched into a smirk. 

"I suppose you're going to tell me anyway, huh?" Ayame chuckled easily. 

"I'm not forcing you to do anything," Kakashi began, leaning his elbow against the railing to look at her. "No one is. But you seem to appreciate the dedication and work it takes to become a shinobi. And what it stands for. I would give my life for those in the village. And everything about the way you handled yourself on this last mission tells me you would do the same, even if you don't know it yet." 

Ayame nodded her head, looking out at the skipping fish. Another breeze brushed her flyaways from her hairline. 

"I know. I understand. So I take it your orders are to recruit me?"

"No," Kakashi hesitated, "my orders are to train you." 

"Train me?" Ayame turned, looking at him surprised and skeptical. 

"If you want," Kakashi lifted his hands defensively with a smile. "I am a fairly notable sensei." 

Ayame laughed again tenderly, placing her chin in her hand as she looked out over the horizon. She could feel his eyes on her, his elbow leaning coolly over the railing to face her. 

"Can I think about it?" Ayame asked, glancing at him. 

"Of course. I don't expect you to drop your life as it is and join a risky occupation like mine."

"I'm not sure if I want to join your cult," Ayame farced, smirking at him from the side. She heard him chuckle next to her, looking out at the river below. The breathy sounds of his laughter she had evoked caused a ripple of satisfaction to fade slowly into her skin. She smiled, sighing. 

Ayame stood up straight, turning to him. The wind rattled his hair more, transforming it into more of a chaotic mess than it already was. She folded her hands at her waist, considering his last comment. She had thought about it endlessly in the previous two weeks, so his sudden request to have her train with him certainly shocked her. 

"Don't doubt yourself," he added unexpectedly. She scoffed playfully, feigning confidence and turning her head away to hide her burning ears. When she looked back, his eye had transformed into a crescent moon, a genuine smile dancing across his cheekbones. 

"I wouldn't have agreed to any of this if I didn't think there was a reasonable chance of you being a skilled kunoichi," Kakashi admitted, "trust me on that. You've proven yourself."

Ayame folded her arms again, another gust of sakura blooms rushing past them. She watched them land in the river, floating past the boys who returned to fishing for their next meal. 

"Thank you," Ayame said finally. "I will think about it. And let you know." 

Kakashi nodded his head, a smile hidden under the fabric of his mask. 

"Well, I'm right over there," he pointed, a round blue apartment complex across the river. "If you need anything, just come here. I can see the bridge from my window." 

As he walked around her, Ayame looked over at the tiny apartment building and considered his response. Just come here. 

"And Ayame?"  

She turned, surprised he was still even near her as her mind had begun to wander. Walking backward, he shoved his hands back in his pockets. 

"Although I'm not exactly happy with the way you administered the antidote in the cache, thank you for saving me." 

Her top teeth tried to tame the grin that crept across her lips. She rolled her eyes at him, "had I known you'd try to recruit me, I should have left you there."  

"I doubt it," he winked. 

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Beyond the gates of Konoha, deep within the Land of Lotus' muddied grounds, a pair of green eyes stared sharply at his work. Three vials of a glowing blue aura dripped slowly from a tube that traveled into the cracked ceiling above. He stacked two fists on top of one another on the desk, placing his chin in them to watch the liquid. 

Drip, drip, drip.

The contents of the vials barely grew. The man grumbled to himself, shaking his head in disgust. 

"I can't believe Daichi's gone," the green-eyed man sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. The room was no larger than a closet, with a metal desk placed in front of the man. A foul stench enveloped the room. 

 In a bed next to him, a woman with locks of blond, grimy hair laid placid against the pillow, throwing an apple in the air and catching it. 

"Doesn't matter anymore," the girl said curtly, "He was arrogant and careless. He should have just ransacked the place, gotten the scroll, and came back."

"I should have never trusted him," the man said gruffly, "I should have just done it myself." 

"Then she would have seen you," the blond pointed out, taking a bite of the apple. 

"I don't care," the man stood, his soiled feet kicking the chair in disgust. "Better than her getting that scroll. I should have gotten the scroll first and then deployed everything. How senseless I am. Now look at this; we barely have anything." 

He gestured to the vials on the chrome table and sighed heavily. 

"Can't predict the future," the girl reminded him coolly with a mouth full of apple. 

"But we can change it." 

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The dark side of the moon tilted in the sky, its crescent shadow illuminating a golden sickle that threw off surprising light. The heavy breeze from earlier that day remained. The humidity level elevated.

A tuft of silver hair laid under a comforter embroidered with green shuriken. One eye remained open, staring at the tiled ceiling above. His stomach growled uncomfortably, causing a sigh to escape from him. Lifting a hand, the jonin slid it through his hair restlessly. 

What had he done? How could he have recruited this girl to become a shinobi when it wasn't even her choice in the first place. Things were changing, indeed. Not everyone was destined to be a shinobi from birth. 

A strong sense of guilt mounted in his chest, making the origin of his nausea unclear as to whether it was from his medication or the nagging feeling that he could be responsible for another lost person in this world if she were to enlist. It wasn't that he didn't trust himself to train her properly. But the what-if certainly stirred a sense of anxiety in him that was very unlike him. 

Everyone he knew and cared for was a shinobi. Why did it bother him now? 

Get ahold of yourself, he groaned to himself. It’s not your responsibility and you have orders. 

Another sigh escaped from his lips as he swung the blanket off of him. In the window behind his bed, he observed the heavy moon in the sky, its contents decorating the pavement and river below in a soft glow. A breeze flew in his cracked window, tickling his nose with a familiar scent. A mixture of the grime from the river and the pleasant aroma of lavender blended in his overly sensitive nose. His eyebrows came together in confusion. 

A lot of things smell of flowers, he reminded himself coarsely. 

And yet, standing on the bridge was Ayame, her arms bundled tightly around a white sack that she held close to her chest. Frowning, he watched her for a moment, unsure if he was seeing her correctly. But the unmistakable scent of her freshly cleaned and braided hair caused his stomach to knot. Was she here for him? Or was she just going for a walk? At this time of night?  

Looking over at the clock, Kakashi noted the time. It was nearly 11:00, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. Regardless of if she was here for him or not, he decided to see if she was alright. Blinking once more, he watched her lean against the bridge with the bundle in her hands. Her head tilted towards his building. 

She is here for me.

The breeze picked up, and the sakura flowers from earlier drifted across her view as her eyes unmistakably scanned his blue building. 

Throwing his jacket and sandals on, he quickly flew down the steps and out the door of his apartment building. This may not be the perfect time to tell her, but he had to. He couldn't let her join. He couldn't bear to watch an innocent person become a warrior. Of course, she had potential, but ultimately it should be her decision to join. He had tried to keep his words neutral, but the dialogue in his head from earlier twisted itself to make him believe he could have skewed her decision. 

Get. ahold. of. yourself, he told himself angrily. 

His swift gait quickly replaced itself with the usual casual stride his legs typically paced themselves at. Absently, he shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged forward over the bridge towards the young girl. 

"Ayame?" 

Turning her head, he caught another intoxicating wif of the scented shampoo that clung to her hair. She smiled immediately as her eyes rested on him as he walked towards her. 

"Kakashi-san," she greeted, the audible noise of his name on her tongue sounded like a content sigh. The sound tickled his already queasy stomach. 

"Why are you out so late?" he asked quizzically, leaning against the railing himself. He glanced down at the bundle against her chest, and she smiled, standing up. 

"I made you some soup," she stood, pushing a container wrapped in a white cloth forward. He looked down, thankful for the darkness surrounding them as he felt blood rush to his cheeks.

He tilted his head quizzically, unsure of how to respond to the kind gesture. 

"You said you were nauseous," she explained quickly, waiting for him to take the parcel. "So I pulled together some soup when I got home. It's an old recipe my grandmother used to make for us when we were sick. It always helped me feel better. I hope it hel-"

"Thank you," Kakashi replied gratefully, taking the bundle. It was still warm in his hands. The gesture stunned him, and the warmth of the soup in his hands radiated through his entire body. Momentarily, he forgot what he had intended to tell her. 

"I appreciate this," he held the parcel up, the silence growing awkward as he collected his thoughts. 

"You're welcome," Ayame smiled at him. 

Were her cheeks red as well? Oh god, he thought. He couldn't do this. 

"Ayame, I wanted to talk to you about our conversation earlier," Kakashi began hesitantly. Her expression changed. 

"Yes, I wanted to speak with you as well."

"You first, then," he offered, shifting his weight to his other foot.

He expected her to say no. To say she didn't want to join and instead remain an anonymous citizen of Konoha, utilizing her Kekkei Genkai as a means of generating precious flowers for the Yamanaka Flower Shop. He expected her to say, "thank you for the offer, but I decline," and then to walk away from him, only to pass by him at different times on the street in the near future. 

"I think I'll do it," is what she told him instead. "I want to protect the village. I don't want anyone to go through what I went through or what those shinobi went through this week." 

Kakashi blinked, blindsided by this woman yet again in less than 5 minutes. 

"You do?" he asked, feeling his finger twitch nervously against his bundle of soup. 

"I was thinking about it while I was hospitalized, to be honest with you," she admitted, looking away, "I didn't want to mention it. I also didn't think it was a possibility. I figured you had to be born here or something. But you said you had orders?"

Kakashi nodded, looking above her head as he processed her words. The image of his dream crossed his mind. The uncomfortable feeling of not being in control crept up his spine. He shook his head, composing himself. 

"I do," he confessed with a nod, "from the Hokage." 

Ayame blinked, clearly taken aback by his words. "The Hokage wants me to join her shinobi army?" She asked incredulously, her voice teetering on laughter. 

Kakashi let his bones relax as she laughed, "she said you have potential." 

Ayame paused, folding her arms loosely around her torso, "well, that's the highest compliment I've ever received. But what was it that you want to talk about?"

"Oh," he shrugged, "It's nothing. I just - as long as you are comfortable and understand-" 

"I understand," she interrupted. He narrowed his eyebrows, surprised again by her definite tone. Her eyes glistened as she stared back at him. 

Realizing, she replied, "I've weighed the pros and cons of it for two weeks in a hospital bed. I know what you are referring to. A shinobi's life cannot be easy. But I wouldn't say yes if I didn't think it was worth it. I couldn't protect my brother or my family. So I want to protect Konoha."

She waited for his response, her eyes tracing the line of his mask that hugged his cheekbones. 

A smile crept over his lips as he bobbed his silver head in a nod, seemingly content with her response. Crickets sang in the brush below them, filling the void of silence. Her response eased the tension in his shoulders as he looked back down at her. 

"Then we start tomorrow," he told her abruptly. "Meet me here at dawn."

"But it's nearly 11:30!" she protested, her lips twitching as she guffawed at him. "That is barely enough time for a good night's sleep."

Kakashi turned on his heel, raising his eyebrows in delight at her reaction. He chuckled to himself as he held the soup against his chest, walking away. 

"Should have thought of that before you came here so late then!" 

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A/N: Hello all! Thank you for reading. It really means a lot to me. I have been in a pretty dark situation/headspace lately and planning out and writing this fic has really helped me. Watching your story come together and seeing people enjoy it is an immense confidence booster. So I appreciate you all. I’ll be writing prompts in between too! <3 

[poison--ivory]

Get Back Up Chapter 2

Warning: Injuries 

Fast moving blurs of greenery past by the window, leaving Anthony to be at peace nearly this whole train ride. He's only been on here for a day and so far it's been fine, but now he had another six hours, which felt even longer than the whole day trip. He knew he should have brought something to entertain himself, he did grab his phone before leaving, but he wanted to save his battery life and he was pretty sure Val could track his calls. Well, before he removed the implanted tracking chip every stripper had installed when hired. He had his gal pal help remove the chip, which she did with no questions asked. To be honest he was still terrified that Valentino could find him even without the tracker. He couldn't back down now, he needed to stay strong. That's why you ran away in the first place and why you borrowed some cash from ya gal pal. You made it this far, no backing down.

  Snapped out of his stupor, a sharp yell caught his ears. Piercing his eardrums, startling him for a second before finding the source of the ear damage causer.

       A mother across from him was tending to a baby who seemed to be having a screeching match with them self was the source that interrupted his train of thought. He didn't mind considering he heard worse when he was in his family's business. The scream of final breath is terrifying compared to this lullaby of wails. Tears stream down her reddened cheeks, tiny fist balled up and her legs kicked out. Anthony chalked it up to her being hungry or needing a diaper change, but he already saw her leaving the bathroom to change her, and still more cries and whimpers came forth. He really didn't mind the screaming, but that did not mean others didn't loath the noise. He witness two men and a teen girl try to argue with the mom, not making the situation any better with all the goddamn yelling. Fuckers even wanted to get her kicked off the train at the next station.

       Right before he even could stand up to defend her, a middle aged man sitting in front of him stood up. He had sleek black hair with strands of grey and he sported an aftershave. The bags underneath his eyes proved he needed sleep and bad, mainly those bloodshot eyes needed rest. With a gruff voice grunted out a response, "Can you people shut the hell up, your making this trip effing longer with all your babbling. Crying more louder than the actual baby." The two men had a glaring match with the guy before returning to their seats. The girl still wanted to argue, but was snatched by her embarrassed friend sitting next to her. The man sat back down with a huff complaining under his breath that he needed a drink and smoke. This guy sounds like fun and I will emit, he's a little handsome. Although it is tempting to flirt with that sweet piece of ass, he still needs to stay on the down low. Just in case any of Val's friends were anywhere near him.

      Everything settled down soon enough, everyone minding their own business now and our quiet journey to Louisiana back on track.

         Anthony decided that sleeping was the best time consumer, chiefly with his sore body that was taking its sweet time healing. He felt like vomiting, and the motion of the train didn't really help with the nausea. Paired with the flame that rose in his chest felt unbearable. Groaning he gazed out the window into the orange and blue sky. The purple mixing in beautifully complementing the blue tone and splashing in with the orange, so nicely. This was enough to keep his mind away from the pain spreading throughout his body.

    With his mind at ease, he fell in the darkness of his subconscious thought.

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       Jostled awake by the sudden force of the train skidding to a stop, startled him enough that his heart was still rushing with adrenaline. People were already single filing out the doors, with the exception of the mother and that black hair man. He's helping the lady out with her bags, while she carried her baby carrier. Before he knew it he was the only one in the car booth, rushing to gather his suitcase and tripping on the way out he managed to make it safely outside without any trouble. Well besides the bruises and the fractured pinkie he noticed when getting out that cab a day ago. He set it right and splintered it without any difficulty. His chest felt like it's on fire and his leg flared up again when he moved it. C'mon now , Toni you made it this far. You can bear through the pain a little bit more. (y/n) will take care of ya, you just need to bear the pain. You got this. He mustered up the strength to carry on and passed the passengers.

    The trip to her house is fucking far, and to add on to that she does live in bum fuck nowhere. A loud rumble came from the dark sky and he felt a prickle on his face. Fucking rain. I could hail a taxi, still have a thousand left I grabbed from the apartment. Full on buckets of water hit the ground, covering his body under a minute.

        limping off the platform and into traffic of bodies of people hustling into different shops and corner stores. Lights illuminated the night like lightning bugs. The smell of seafood and the scent of breads made his mouth water.

      The city bustling with energy that kind of made Anthony feel contempt with his life in a long time. The cars cruising down the street reminded him some southerners still had old cars fashioned back in the 1940's. Not all, but he saw the occasional cruiser and nearly yelled when he saw a yellow cab and by that he yelled out loud. Shocked when the cab did see him, but didn't question and shot himself in the taxi.

"Take me to this address, will ya?" He handed the scrap paper to the guy, who nodded and placed the address in.

    A string of coughing fits caused his throat to get scratchy and sore. Cursing to himself that he better not have caught a cold. Clutching his sides to ease some pain he felt by compressing his waist. The cabbie asked if he was alright, and he answered he's just dandy.

      It didn't take long to navigate through traffic and into more urban areas. While the cab driver was in his own world listening to the radio, Anthony couldn't stop thinking about how he was going to just walk up to her house and convince her to let him stay. He started to rehearse his lines in his head without sounding, so desperate. If he was being completely honest with himself he never called her and ignored some texts she sent. He was not a great friend when it came to (y/n), with all the kindness she gave in return he gave back sarcasm and annoyed looks. But, she never hated him,I hope, you had to have done something awful for her to hate you. Not saying she doesn't dislike certain people that rub her the wrong way.

      Groaning and clasping his hands around his leg. It went completely stiff, he couldn't feel his entire right leg give out. Fucking perfect. Blowing air through his clenched teeth, tried to bare through the itchy, tingly feeling running through his calf and thigh. Should have gone to the hospital before coming here, just didn't want to take risks.

       I'm coming, (y/n).

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       Humming to yourself you tended to the dirty laundry that the kids wore the other day. They thought it was a great idea to play in the muddy brook, out in the woods. They both came through the back door soaked head to toe with brown water and thick mud. Scarlett and Sage had to take three baths for the dirt to scrub off. Leaving the corner tub a muddy and crusty disaster. Al at the time had the day off, which he spent with our son, Liam. He's a quiet kid, and I mean the most silent four year old you could ever meet. Which is ironic considering you married the loudest man on earth. You could be in the basement and still hear Alastor speaking to some of his friends. He hates it when you bring his voice in question or he twists it around to point out your too soft spoken way of talking.

       Loading the last batch of clothes in the dryer, you slightly sped walk down the hallway and turned into the kitchen. On instinct headed straight for the coffee machine. Grasping the coffee grounds and filters to place them in their rightful order, before filling up the water tank. Pressing the on switch and strutting away to the fridge to gather eggs, bacon and bread from the top cupboard. Which you nearly died trying to reach for.

    Peering out the window, the morning sky is still dark from the oncoming rainstorm. The backyard nearly flooded with puddles on puddles of water, The kids aren't stepping foot outside today. Sighing you knew if they stayed inside your gonna have to clean extra hard, those two are very animated. They'll never run out of energy, you could fuel a city with all that kinetic energy.

     A soft thump came from the ceiling above and you guess that Liam fell out of bed. . . again. He's been doing that for a week now. Nothing a doctor visit told us that he was just having really physical dreams. The disorder called REM Behavior Disorder, causes people to rapidly move in their sleep, ranging from person to person. In our case Liam hallucinates, sleepwalks and talks out loud distinctly clear. Dr. Romero  prescribed him small amounts of melatonin and if the medication wasn't working he could up it. You really hope it wouldn't come to giving you four year old too much medication. A long creaky noise filled the silence followed by small thumps of feet hitting hard wood. You hear your child sliding down the carpet padded stairway and dragging his feet through the living room and into the kitchen. Your little Liam blankly stared up at you, rubbing the sand out his eye. "Mommy, can't sleep.", trailing over to you and draping his arms around your knee.

"Come here, baby." Picking him up was easy, regarding that he was born pretty early, six months to be exact. " Do you wanna sleep on the couch?" He nodded slowly gazing over at the sofa.

"Can I have milk, please?"

"Of course you can, warm or cold?" He answered warm in a small voice. Then slowly sauntered across the hall into the living room, leaving your field of vision soon after.

   Setting the pot down on the stove top and pouring the milk in carefully. Turning the heat up to medium before walking off to prep for breakfast.

   Al usually likes his breakfast salty with bitter, black coffee. When you first started going out you noticed his taste very quickly. He hated sweets and anything that didn't meet his standards in culinary. Which he spent most of his time in the kitchen teaching you his method. This was passed down to your twins. They hated anything remotely sweet, you learned to drive around the troubling situation by making less sweet cakes with whipped cream and fruit. They love that sour taste of blueberries the most.

  Liam's more like you who like sweets, but not over the top with the sugar. He loves eggs, but has a thing where he trades his bacon for sausage. He told you that he likes the texture of soft meat better than tough and breakable meat. You were quite surprised with his change of vocabulary, since he's just four and you still hear him talk with a certain baby tone.

  Shaking your head, you glanced out the window again while the bacon sizzled on a low flame. A yellow cab pulled up to the house and dropped off a tall, lanky hooded figure, who walked, well staggered their way up to the path to the door. Who could that be? Husk was supposed to come by tomorrow, maybe  he arrived in Louisiana earlier than expected.

    But he would have texted right?

      Pulled from your thoughts a few sharp hits to wood knocked you in functioning mode. Hesitantly stepping across the kitchen, and peering down the hall. You stared anxiously toward the thick wooden door that protected you and your family from the outside intrusions. Approaching the door with caution, you played out events in your mind of outcomes that could happen. Standing in front of the door, another round of sharp knocks frightened you and given rise to a series of fluttering heartbeats.

   Taking in a quick breath and slowly released it. Grasping the door knob, unlocking the all four locks before leisurely swinging it open to face a tall man.

     The drenched frame of a tall, lean man propped up outside the entry way of your house, placed an eerie sensation down the curve of your back. He seemed to be clutching his sides in such a constricting grasp, harsh coughs drew up small amounts of blood splattered on his chest. Groaning the guy began to saunter forward, losing his footing he suddenly, started to fall onward towards you. Barely catching the heavy set male's body weight you endeavor the pressure and drove your tiny body under the male.

Petite fingers latched onto the thin male and crept him over to rest upon the cushioning coach. Gazing down at the poor man face you gasped in bewilderment. Even with his face bloody and bruised you could still make out the who was laying on your couch.

"Anthony! What the hell happened to you?"

 Another coughing fit hit him hard before sputtering out a response, "Got m-myself into some real serious s-shit." He tried to manage a smile, but ended up coughing up more small splatters of blood. His gaze wandered over to the other side of the couch. "Where'd ya g-get the kid from."

"We should worry more about the guy coughing up blood, than me having kids." Fun fact about your life you've experienced so many illnesses and deaths in your family that you felt like you could diagnose his illness. "Are you having any chest or throat pain?"

Gagging Anthony responded, "B-been having both f-or awhile n-now with muscle p-pain and n-nausea. F-fucking. . . headaches too." Your father had the same symptoms when you still lived in his house.

"I think you have pneumonia, Anthony. I-t's treatable if we take you to a hospital tight n-"

"No! no, to anything that c-could lead that j-jackass finding me."

"What did you get yourself into, Tony?" Pinching the bridge of your nose and slightly furrowed your brow. If he didn't want medical treatment, then I guess I'll mend him back to health. He is my friend, that did kind of ghost you. But, that doesn't matter right now, I need to save a life today. "Let's move you into the guest room. Not that far of a walk, just down the hall, c'mon now."

   Heaving his dead weight up you persevered to the kitchen hall and took a left down the well decorated hall. Pictures of Al and the kids with wild game and the occasional picture of you here or there. Two of the photos consist of you holding newborns. You never did take the time to situate yourself in the photos or you just forgot  while in the moment.

The floorboards creaked with each steady step you take. Some splats of blood dribbled down his chin and landed on the floor. You made a mental note to scrub the floors with bleach later on today. Leaning Anthony on the wall for a quick second to open the guest room door. Pulling him back into an embrace and hauled him into the room setting him down on the bed to rest. You left the room to gather clean bandages, ointment, tylenol and hot pot of tea. By the time you left to retrieve the tea Anthony wrapped his body in so many blankets he could get his fingers on.

"Are you that cold?" Considering turning up the heat in the house you were about to leave, but a hand snatched your wrist back.

"Wait, don't leave." You could see the isolated look in his eyes. Veering around you gazed down at the pale man.

"What is it, Tony?" A quizzical look on your face. "You can talk to me you know that, right?"

  He shrugged, "Can we just talk, like about your life." He waved his hand off to the side. "Like the kid in the other room."

"Oh, my son Liam. He just turned four."

"Yeah, but who got ya knocked up." You handed him the tea cup and he carefully grabbed it.

"My husband and I have three children and we've been married for ten years." Smirking at his agape facial expression.

"M-married and not one, but three kids. Wait when did you get married!"

"I did invite you through text and letter. Did your address change?"

    He opened his mouth to come up with any excuse, but sighed running his fingers through his hair. "Don't be pissed, but I did. . . well. . . ghosted you." Hearing that did make you feel beyond ignored, but keeping in touch with friends is hard and you tried your best to shove down deep in your jar of insecurity. "And I don't really check my mail anymore to be honest."

 Taking a deep breath and letting it out you really tried not to get mad at him, but didn't trust your voice in this particular moment.

  Anthony opened his mouth, but was cut off, by an amused tone in voice.

   "Was I not invited to this magnificent show, darling~."

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Twenty Four

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

May 5th, 2000

Emile redid his tie for the ten thousandth time, setting it flat against his chest and fiddling with the end of it. He knew he looked good enough, but he was still worried. When he walked downstairs, his mother fawned over him. “Oh, you look so handsome, Emile!” she exclaimed. “Absolutely perfect for prom!”

“Thanks, Mom,” Emile said with a sheepish, mildly flustered smile.

She drove him out to the hotel that was hosting the party, and Emile grinned when he saw his date waiting for him under the awning. Charlie was in the closet to his parents, still, so they couldn’t arrive together, but they were definitely each other’s dates and no one else’s. Emile gave Charlie a quick peck on the lips and asked, “You ready?”

“Let’s dance,” Charlie said with an eager smile.

  April 3rd, 2001

Emile was impossibly proud of himself. Not only had he managed to acquire a date with Remy, but he had managed to keep a majority of the contents a surprise. He drove Remy to the minigolf course with a grin of his face. When Remy saw where they had pulled up, he whistled. “Emile, are you trying to ruin our friendship? Minigolf never ends well for anyone involved.”

“You’ve never played minigolf with me,” Emile said, laughing. “I guarantee you I can make it fun, and still kick your butt.”

Remy stared at Emile in shock before popping the collar on his leather jacket. “Okay, you’re on.”

Emile grinned and paid for both of them to play. Remy protested but Emile wouldn’t budge. “It’s my treat, Rem,” he insisted. “No reason to kick up a fuss, because I’m not changing my mind.”

Remy stared at Emile for a long second before he picked out a golf ball and putter. “Oh, fine,” he said. “But if we do anything like this again, I’m paying, understood?”

“Absolutely,” Emile said, with a playful salute.

Remy laughed and shook his head. “You’re such a dork!” Remy exclaimed as they moved from the entrance towards the first hole.

“Maybe so, but that’s one of my best qualities!” Emile said with a grin. Remy laughed and shook his head. “Do you want to go first or should I?” Emile asked.

“You paid for this thing, I’m not letting you wait for a turn,” Remy said. “You go first.”

“Okay, okay,” Emile laughed, placing his ball on the tee and carefully hitting it towards the hole. He wound up about an inch away and he staggered back, making gagging sounds. “Oh, no, I’m dead! My reputation as a good minigolf player is ruined! I’m dead!”

That had the desired effect of getting Remy to laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” he said in a stage whisper.

Emile grinned as Remy took his first shot, which was a little too far to the left of the hole. Emile got his in the hole in two, Remy in three. Their conversations were mostly consisting of laughter and Emile over-dramatizing every single shot while Remy just laughed and called him a dork every time.

They got to the dreaded windmill hole and Emile whistled. “This one is tough, no matter what course you go to,” he said.

“Tell me about it,” Remy said. “I had the biggest problems with these as a kid. You get it in the windmill, it’s as good as a hole-in-one, but you don’t, and it takes you four more strokes to get it in the hole.”

“And that’s provided the shot doesn’t land you right back at the tee where you started,” Emile said sagely.

Remy turned to him with a laugh. “Get out. That happened to you?!”

“Several times,” Emile said with a laugh. “I’d go to the beach with my parents as a kid, and they’d have minigolf places by the dozens. Not many of them had windmills, but the ones that did were vicious courses.”

Remy squinted. “Is this hole where our friendship ends?” he asked. “Did you get good at the windmill holes?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve done minigolf,” Emile said. “But yes, I did learn the trick for most windmills. But I can tell you the secret, if you want?”

“Please?” Remy asked.

“Okay, you see how fast the windmill is going? It’s not super quick, right?” Emile asked.

“Right,” Remy said, brows furrowing as he looked at Emile.

“Well, you don’t want to hit the ball super hard, because you’ll lose control of the direction.” Emile pulled his golf ball out of his pocket and placed it on the tee. “Based on the speed of the ball I’ve seen on the other holes, and the speed of the blades, if you hit the ball with a normal amount of force, it should pass through the blades unharmed if you hit the ball about halfway between the blade coming down to cover the hole.”

“Let’s put your theory to the test then,” Remy said with a slight smirk. “Care to make a friendly wager?”

“I’m listening,” Emile said with a grin. He doubted Remy would do something like bet a kiss, not on a first date, but his bets were always interesting.

“If you’re right about your theory, and your ball passes through the windmill with no problems, you can pay for whatever you decide we’re getting for dinner and I won’t kick up a fuss, since it’s clear you want everything to be your treat tonight. But if you’re wrong, I get to argue for the right to pay for dinner, and I pay for a scoop of ice cream for each of us before we head to dinner, because I saw they sell scoops here and I’m a sucker for a good ice cream cone,” Remy said.

“Oh, the stakes are high!” Emile said, laughing. “All right, you’re on! And just to sweeten the deal, I’ll pay for ice cream once we’re done if I win the bet, since you said something.”

“I knew I should have just said I’d pay for half of dinner,” Remy said. “Fine. The bet’s on.”

Emile lined up his shot, waited, just to make sure the speed of the windmill stayed the same, pulled the putter back...and hit the ball.

They both watched intently as the ball rolled up to the windmill. The blade came down over the hole...the ball kept rolling closer...and just as the last of the blade moved to reveal the hole in the windmill, the ball rolled up and into the passageway. Remy’s jaw dropped and both of them ran around to the other side. The ball was heading into the dip in the turf, closer, closer...and it was in. “Hole in one!” Emile cheered, throwing his free hand up in the air. “I’m paying!”

Remy shook his head in disbelief. “Okay, I gotta try that trick,” he said, moving back to the tee. Emile retrieved his ball and wrote down his score, watching at the edge of the hole as Remy lined up his shot, hit the ball, and just barely got it into the windmill before the blade passed. But the ball rolled into the dip dutifully, and circled the hole, before falling in. Emile whistled. “Way to go, Rem! You got a hole in one too!”

“Yeah, thanks for that little trick,” Remy said grabbing his ball and walking with Emile to the next hole. “That’s good to know about this course, even if it doesn’t apply to others.”

“Eh, it takes a lot of trial and error, most of the time,” Emile said. “After a while, you grow to predict how much force and time you need, on any course, not just the one you learned on.”

“Huh,” Remy said. “Good to know, I guess.”

“I know, you’re probably wondering about the real-life applications about being able to accurately predict how hard to hit a golf ball on a minigolf course,” Emile laughed. “There’s isn’t much of one, but it’s fun to know on the rare occasions that you do go minigolf-ing.”

Remy chuckled and Emile grinned. This was fun. He was having a fun time. He was on a date with Remy and having a good time, and no one was taking below the belt shots, or making any jokes in poor taste, or anything like that. Emile was pleasantly surprised. Remy didn’t seem to be purposefully being on his best behavior...this just seemed to be how he behaved normally.

Maybe Emile had misjudged exactly how much Remy had grown. He was surprised. Pleasantly surprised, to be sure, but surprised nonetheless. They continued to make their way through the minigolf course, and when they reached the final hole, Emile shared a look with Remy. “You ready for this?” he asked. “Because once we pass this hole I’m buying you ice cream and dinner.”

Remy groaned, but he was smiling as Emile lined up his shot. It swung a little wide to the right, and Remy took his turn, getting a hole in one with a cheer. Emile grinned and marked it down on their scorecard, before getting his ball in the hole with a second stroke.

They returned the golf clubs and Emile bought them each a scoop of ice cream from the vendor by the entrance. Remy shook his head. “You know you didn’t have to insist on getting me 'Rocky Road.' I would have been just as happy with vanilla, and that’s a little cheaper."

Emile took a bite from his chocolate ice cream with a smile. “But I wanted to make sure you got what you wanted,” he said. “You deserve to get something you would enjoy!”

Remy shook his head. “Emile, that’s sweet of you, but really. You can’t just pay for everything whenever you want.”

“You’re right,” Emile said. “And next time we go out you can pay. But for now, I’m buying us this night out.”

Remy shook his head but didn’t argue further, and they finished their ice cream, before Emile drove them to Remy’s favorite pizza place in town. Remy scoffed as they pulled up. “You know, Emile, if I didn’t know any better I would say you like me, taking me all these places.”

Emile laughed genuinely at that. Remy really knew how to make him laugh. “Come on, let’s just go inside and eat,” Emile said.

They got out of his car and got a small table for two near the back of the restaurant. Emile wanted to make a move, but he also didn’t want to spook Remy, so he restrained himself to just smiling frequently and making puns about the pizzas they served. Remy rolled his eyes at every last pun, but he chuckled at a few of them, too.

When their pizza came out, pepperoni on one half and veggie lover’s on the other, Emile quickly took a piece of pepperoni to keep himself occupied. He didn’t want to start blabbering nervously, not when the date had gone this well so far.

Remy was chewing on a piece of veggie lover’s, and Emile knew he was making heart eyes, but he couldn’t stop. Remy looked up and noticed, turning pink. “What?” he asked.

“It’s nothing,” Emile said, looking away and blushing.

“No it’s not, tell me,” Remy said.

Emile shifted in his seat. “I’m just...really glad that you agreed to come out tonight with me.”

Remy chewed the piece of the pizza currently in his mouth, swallowed, and said, “That’s gay, Emile.”

Emile burst out laughing, and a few of the other customers sent him dirty looks. He was left wheezing in his seat as he said, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

The sun had set by the time they had finished their pizza, and Emile and Remy walked back to Emile’s car in companionable silence. When they got in and Emile started to drive, Remy hummed. “Tonight was fun,” he said simply.

“Yeah, I agree,” Emile said. “We should do it again, sometime.”

“Definitely,” Remy said.

Emile’s heart soared. Remy liked the date! He said he would go on another one! This was a rousing success! Emile grinned as he drove. “I’m glad you agree,” he said at Remy’s questioning look.

“Ah,” Remy said. “Well, of course I do. After all, this isn’t something you do just any night, you know? It’s special.”

Emile smiled softly. “Yeah, but it’s a good kind of special.”

“Definitely a good kind of special,” Remy agreed.

When they got back to their apartment, Emile hovered by the doorway as they walked in. What did he do? He didn’t want to scare Remy with a kiss, but he didn’t want to just retreat to his room without saying or doing anything else, either. “...Hug?” he eventually asked.

“Sure,” Remy said, frowning.

Emile hugged Remy tight and when he broke apart, he smiled softly. “I really enjoyed tonight,” he repeated. “Night, Remy.”

And with that, he left a very bewildered Remy so he could get ready to go to bed.

[demonbanisher]

Of Fish and Feelings

I just lost our pet fish and it brought up feelings cause I felt like I was failing my friends. Anyways writing is how I cope with things so I have a little slice of hurt/comfort. Warnings for pet fish death.

“Hello,” Sirius called out as he stepped in the doorway and shook snow off his hat and coat. Remus was always getting mad at him that he did that inside the house and not before he came home.

“Hey babe,” Remus said as he stumbled into the front entryway. His eyes were a little puffy and he was playing with the loose strings on the sleeves of his jumper.

Sirius hurriedly stripped out of the rest of his winter attire and made his way over to Remus.

“What’s wrong?” He said coiling himself around Remus who let out another sniffle.

Remus murmured something into his chest that Sirius couldn’t hear.

“What?” He asked as he stepped back, holding Remus out from him so he could hear him better.

“I killed Nessie.”

“Oh,” Sirius said. Nessie was their fish that they’d gotten over a year and a half ago when they moved in together. Honestly, it had gotten to the point where sometimes half a day would pass before one of them realized they hadn’t given him breakfast. He knew Remus was sensitive, especially when it came to animals, but this seemed like a strong reaction, even for a well-loved fish.

“I went to clean his tank and I got everything rinsed off and filled it with new water. I put him back in, but he brushed my hand. I don’t know if I hit something I shouldn’t have… b… but he was flailing for a little bit and then he just stopped moving. I’m so sorry.”

Sirius pulled him into his chest. He wasn’t overly attached to the fish but even he wouldn’t have wanted to watch him die while feeling helpless.

“Did you take him out already?”

Remus nodded against him.

Sirius gave Remus another tight squeeze, trying to channel all his love into that moment before he spoke again. “Remus, is this really about the fish?”

Remus stepped back a bit and seemed to look a little surprised before hurriedly casting his eyes to the ground.

“I just… I feel like I let you down. You trusted me to take care of him and I failed.”

“Where is this coming from love?” Sirius said as he guided Remus to the couch and sat down beside him, taking his hands into his lap as he rubbed warmth into them.

“Did you know I wanted to be a vet?”

Sirius shook his head softly, leaving space for Remus to continue speaking.

“Yeah, when I was little. I fell in love with animals really young. First was that pet lizard I had, then my bunny Flopsy.”

Sirius nodded again; he had met Flopsy on multiple occasion when they were still in school together.

“I loved them all, but sometimes I wouldn’t take Flopsy out as often as I should or my parents would have complain that they were always the one refilling his water bottle. My mom got in a really bad fight with me once. I know she angry and upset and just wanted to give me a sense of responsibility, but she told me if I was a vet, she would never bring her pets to me.”

Sirius squeezed his hands tighter.

“And that dream just kind of died out after that. I mean I don’t think I could have become a vet anyways. I don’t know how they do it, god, I think I’d cry every time I had to put an animal down even if I knew it was the right thing to do.

“But, when Flopsy had that cyst and had to go for surgery, those words just kept haunting me over and over again. I couldn’t stop thinking of how much of an awful pet owner I was and that I should have noticed it sooner and I should have pushed harder to get him checked up, and I just felt so guilty. I felt like I let everyone down, including Flopsy.”

“But he was okay after the surgery, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Remus said smiling now slightly at the memory. “The vet was blown away with how well he did despite his age.”

Sirius smiled too and let silence fall between them. He just let them both sit in that warm memory for a moment while he thought about what to say.

“Rems, how old were you when your mom told you that?”

He chewed on his lip in thought. “It was before we moved so I must have been nine or ten.”

Sirius tried not to wince at the image of a baby Remus having his dreams wrecked in a single blow. He knew Remus was right, that his mother never would have meant to hurt him that way. It was just sometimes parents don’t realize the weight of the things they say until it’s too late.

“I just worry I’m not enough for you,” Remus’ voice came out again as almost a whisper. His head hung low, unable to look at Sirius. “I worry I’m going to mess it all up.”

“Come here,” Sirius said, holding one arm out so that Remus could tuck his feet up on the couch and snuggle close to him. He planted a kiss into his curls as he rubbed up and down his arm soothingly. “You’ll always be enough for me, Remus. You could never let me down. Not when I see how hard you try every single day, okay?”

Remus nodded and pulled himself closer into the comfort of Sirius’ smell. He knew it was silly. He knew it was all in his head. But some days he couldn’t help feeling this overwhelming fear that he was going to lose this, ruin this beautiful, amazing thing that he had, and then he’d be all alone.

“I’m not leaving you love,” Sirius said, as if reading his mind. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And Remus held him tighter and let himself be blanketed in the warmth of that promise.

[yesicanbelieveitsnotbutter]

what’s that? divorced mociet au for maximum angst? don’t mind if i do!

they meet in a local park, deceit probly says something like “Nature is so beautiful, it’s a shame man tries to own her” and patton is like “omg so deep take me”

they go on sum dates

patton dives head first into love and drags dee with him

pat wants to get married, dee is unsure, but want to make pat happy so he accepts

they adopt a 3 year old logan and 1 year old twins roman and remus

tensions rises as they have two distinct styles of parenting

a friend of patton gets pregent young and asks him to raise the baby (trans!remy for added angst maybe idk)

pat agrees without talking to dee

dee finds out and they have their 1st big fight

dee agrees to raise the babe but the tension has snapped and is poisening their relationship

lil babe virge joins the famILY

deceit goes “i’ve only know virgil for a hour but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone and then myself”

they divorce and there’s an ugly custody battle

dee: “you aren’t responble enough to raise children!!!”

pat: “my baaaaabbbiiiiieeeessss!!!”

Logan (5) and Roman (3) go with Patton

Remus (3) and Virgil (2) go with Deceit

Patton moves away to a new town and they break off contact

pat enrolls his sons in a K-12 school and they do really well

dee works long hours to support his sons

he puts remus in a public school, but remus doesn’t do well in school

he gets into fights and gets expelled

dee sends him to a new school

this happens alot

dee wants to keep remus and virge in the same school, so every time remus gets expelled, he moves both of them

they never stay in the same school for more than a year

this is very stressful for dee who eventually has to move around to keep up with remus’s school-switching

this is also super hard on virgil who never learns how to make friends

dee, who is always stressed and not always there, and remus, a fuck-up who couldn’t care less, become his contants

they move to a new town before virgil’s freshman year

virge and remus go to the local highschool

remus meets roman in their classes (surprise! they have ended up in the same town patton moved to earlier!!)

they don’t reconize either other (obv they were like 3)

remus chalenges roman to a fight durring lunch

virge is like “remus no” and remus is like “remus yes”

crowd gathers and roman wants to protect his pride

they fight and it gets bloody quick

roman’s older brother, logan (:O), comes rushing in and breaks it up

he reconizes remus and virge (he got good memory or sumn)

virge is like “WTF REMUS THIS IS WHY DAD HATES YOU”

and leaves

Logan is surprised pikachu face

the whole school is buzzing with gossip of new kids und log and rom

virge skips class and hides in the liberary

logan finds him after school

logan: “bro i’m like ur older bro” virge: “wth no way bro” logan: “no no i got this picture with both of our now single parents in it” virge: “fuck dude that’s sum pretty solid evidence”

virge opens up a bit to lo

they go to the dention room together but!! patton is there (gasp) and virge is like “omg i can’t let him see me” and lo is like “ur tots right, i won’t say a word”

pat and boys leave and virge goes into dention room

but remus is gone????

suprise bitch he went home early- virge learns thru dee’s “wth are u!!” phone call

dee and boys have dinner, which doesn’t happen often

dee: “im so sorry we can’t have this more often” remus: “whatever ur cooking stinks” virge: *internal panic* cantlethimfindoutcantlethimfindout

back to pat- he’s not angry, roman, just disapointed. fighting=bad

everyone goes to be tired and upset except remus, bc he’s a bastard (look i love him, but he is a bastard)

next day is school day

people whisper about virge and reem in the hallways, but he indimidates them with his Insane Looks TM

Roman “”””forgives””””” Remus when the meet and remus shrugs and insluts his non-existent mother

logan is there and calmly reminds roman not to retaliiate

things go okay for a few weeks

virge is loney, remus is bastard, roman is trying so hard to not punch him in the face, and logan is a nerd

virge needs lo’s nerd skills to pass a test

lo teaches him at the school

ro joins one of their study sessions

at 1st he’s rude to virge but then he reliezes virge is not a bastard like remus

they become friends, an lo and virge tell ro ~The famILY Seceret~

later ro begs virge to join Drama Club

virge is like “nuuu” ro is like “pleassss” virge is like “...ok fine.”

they are doing a play version of The Parent Trap

Ro and virge gets the role of the twins 

rem makes fun of virge for his growing interest in the-ay-tar, but dee’s happy he’s putting himself out there and making friends

logan finds the play ironic lol

pat is excite!! and support!! for roman and his starring role

but then!! lo ro and virge Relieze both parents will Be There and See their Sons or Each Other

remus shows up like an eavesdropping bitch and is like “lol what if we dedicated it to them lol it be funny”

“REMUS NO”

lo’s like “welp nothing we can do bout it now”

ro: “wait! what if u and remus took the other parent of the child on stage out of the theater so they only see their child!!”

lo: unrealilistic

virge panic tm

remus gives a ton of really bad ideas

everyone goes home with this big fat problem in their minds

remus starts dropping onimous hints about the play and dee is Concern

the day of the play comes

ro and virge decied that no matter what, the show must go on

they perform and do really well, breaking both their legs (jk)

(remus throws a tomato onto the stage at the climax lol)

after the show virge finds dee an ree in the crowd

dee is super quiet and looking around (he has the program in his hand)((the program with roman’s full name)) (((which would have patton’s last name)))((((u get it))))

virge panic pt 2, but remus saves the day (whaaa) by asking to go for icecream

dee agrees and they go for sum BR

BUT! ro lo and pat had the same idea!!

they’re in the same icecream parlor!

remus stiffs a laugh

dee cooly glances over to where the pat and boys are sitting before heading over to the country to order

virge quietly follows

lo notices them and nudges ro who abruptly stops talking and looks over at dee and boys, alerting pat of their prensence

flashes of grief on pat’s face

the table is quiet before ro awkwardly picks up the conversation where he left off

dee gets a table as far away from pat &co as possible

however, he looks up once and locks eyes with patton

both tables are quiet

dee breaks the eye contact and starts talking to his boys

patton smiles sadly at his icecream

“I thing we should go home kiddos.”

at home, lo explains everything

pat nods numbly and locks himself in his bedroom

logan comforts roman

at the ice cream, dee talks to virge and remus about the play until patton leave

“so do you know them?”

virge breaks down and admits everything

remus isn’t as much as a bastrad now

dee ods calmly and they eat ice cream in silence

they next day is saturday

virge stays in his room despite remus atempts to play 

remus also locks himself in his room

dee finds logan’s cell number in virgil’s backpack and calls him

surprisingly patton picks up

they talk for a while

they agree to keep the kids in the same school

“I miss you somethimes, dee.” a pause. “Your mistake.”

dee hangs up

he looks up to where virgil’s room is and sighs.

[idk-maybe-i-did-it]

Scars: Year four, Chapter fourteen

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Implied self harm, implied Suicide attempt

She woke up to Kiya and Jamal Lupin jumping all over her legs and shouting Happy Christmas before Remus pulled her head back to his collarbone and told them to bugger off for ten more minutes.

Y/n sighed deeply when the two had left and she went to bury her head into Remus scar-filled chest.

After a full, quiet minute of peaceful silence Marabella walked in and pulled the unsuspecting girl off of her dear friend to find her in one of Remus's shirts and a pair of socks.

" Oh come one Mare, five more minutesssss."

" No.

" We are putting clothes on you and talking in my bedroom because Jamal and I went through your clothes yesterday and saw you didn't have anything Christmas-ie and I don't trust you to change in the same room as my brother. You could've done better Y/n, yet you chose Remus."

The half dazed girl looked up long enough to see her crack an amused smirk at Remus.

" Hey!"

As Mare pulled Y/n out of the bedroom with her small assortment of essential clothing she also came to ruffle Remus's hair on the way out as he was leaning against the bedroom's doorway in pajama pants without a shirt. " Sorry baby bro."

Once Mare had Y/n in her bedroom she looked the girl up and down, grimaced, and chucked a pair of the girls pants at her head.

" Put some pants on L/n."

Her voice had a teasing tone to it and it made Y/n blush. She grasped the pants and started pulling them on as words came out of her mouth.

" Mare shut up. I took a shower and passed out before I could put pants on so Remus just carried me to the bed okay. Stop making things out like that Mare."

The elder girl simply replied by locking the bedroom door and shooting the younger one a sly smirk.

" Don't worry kid, I won't make remarks about your boyfriend in front of the family. But for now, let's get some clothing on you so we can open presents."

Mare's words confused Y/n.

The girl had never seen what a normal family acted like so she had also never thought that the Lupins would give her anything.

Yeah sure, Remus and the boys had given her stuff on Christmas before but they were the boys. They are her friends, her family, but that's different than a real one.

" Wait- I get presents?"

The older red haired girl turned and moved over to Y/n, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders and forcing her to look up.

" Listen to me kid. I know that things in your family are rough, and that you've probably never had a real relationship with your parents. But Y/n, you are loved, we love you. I Do Not Care what your mother tells you, because you are you. And we love you okay. Don't believe anything else." ____________________________

" Mum mum mum mum mum mum mu-'

" Yes dear?"

Hope Lupin's face showed agitation at her child's constant pestering. Y/n looked over her glass of water to see Kya jumping up and down in her seat, breakfast forgotten.

" Can we open presents yet mum? Pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeee?"

Hope looked down at the girls plate before her eyes moved back up to meet Kiya's.

" Finish your breakfast and we can."

Remus was absentmindedly wrapping his arm around Y/n's shoulder as she slide closer to Remus on the bench her, him, Mare and her girlfriend had been sitting at the table. The slightly taller boy rubbed her arm subconsciously. ____________________________

By the time the children had finally made their ways to the carpet beside the tree the two little ones looked about to burst off their seams.

Jamal and Kiya were sitting next each other closest to the small tree, Hope and Lyall across from them while Y/n sat in between Sirius and Remus, Remus' arm wrapped around her waist as Mare sat in her girlfriends lap on the floor by the feet of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter where they sat on the couch; James on the other side of Sirius.

Hope gingerly grabbed a small box, read the name tag and passed it back to where Remus and Y/n were sitting. Remus passed it to Y/n and Hope continued to pass things out. Eventually, she had every gift passed out, around five-eight per person.

Kiya and Jamal tore theirs open first and foremost before anyone could lay out a single objection.

Kiya received a new army jacket as a joint gift from Y/n and Remus, new hair-band holders from Mare and her Girlfriend, a book of games her mum and dad, a drawing from Jamal and a new set of army-men from The Potters.

Jamal, after opening his gifts, almost passed out from excitement. The boy received a new classical puffy pink princess dress from Hope and Lyall, a new set of tiaras from Mare and her Girlfriend, new coloring books from Y/n, a new set of sparkly crayons and markers from Remus and a drawing from Kiya.

The boy soon ran around the small area the group had been sitting at and delivered hugs to everyone in the room with glee.

Hope received a few new sets of kitchen things while Lyall was gifted a few other things. Mares girlfriend, Juliette, had been given a new set of pens and colored pencils and a drawing from Kiya and Jamal each.

Y/n and Remus had given James a hug as his present, what they liked to tell James was called a "Joint gift", Padfoot had given James a tiny, handmade broomstick, the boy's parents had given him- something of which he has decided he will not dispose details of. Sirius had been given multiple new motor-jackets and gel for his hair along with ponytail holders and two drawings.

Remus started to open his gifts and found that he had gotten two new books from James, a new set of sweaters from his mum that he just knew Y/n would be stealing before soon, another book, yet this time from Sirius, a set of socks from the Potters, a shoulder pat from Mare, he rolled his eyes at this one. Yet, as he opened the last one he noticed that the only people paying attention were Y/n, Sirius and James.

So, the boy decided to just stop the hurriedness and simply take his time opening Y/n's gift to him. Inside, once opened, were three books. One of them, The Tales of Beetle the Bard, a book he'd been wanting; another one, a small, thin book with instructions for how to correctly make Wolfsbane; and the last one, a book of how to make cookies, chocolate chip cookies with his favorite kind of chocolate. The boy gently placed down the books before engulfing the girl in a gigantic hug, making her wince slightly, but not enough that she didn't return it.

When the boy released, he immediately pulled the girl back into another hug, a gentler one. " your turn y/n..."

His whispering voice sent shivers down her spine.

The girl retracted slightly and went to pulling her small array of gifts open, completely ignorant to James and Sirius's suggestive eyes. The first box she pulled open, had been two hand-knit sweaters from Mrs. Lupin.

Remus nudged her side with a sly grin, " Guess you can't be stealin' mine anymore."

She shook her head with a fake sigh, " Alas Remus, you underestimate me..."

The next box she opened was from Sirius. As she opened the paper and pulled out a yellow book. " World Holidays?" The boy reached over and plucked the book out of her hands, twirling it over a few times, " So you can celebrate something everyday!"

Y/n moved over and hugged Sirius tightly, her head to his chest as he rubbed her arm and awkwardly patted her back. ____________________________

" Y/n, before you go to bed I need to give you something else."

Remus sat by his desk and stared out the window while Y/n was changing into a sweater James had given her and some leggings Mare had gifted to her as well. " Okay Remus. Whatcha got for me?"

The girl had swiftly moved over to where Remus had been sitting with his legs spread by the desk. Remus patted his leg and motioned for Y/n to set down on it. She sat down carefully on the boys thigh and Remus wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer to his body as he grabbed a small, beautifully wrapped box and handed it to the girl.

" What is it Rem?"

Remus laughed lightly before sitting up slightly and shaking it in her face.

" You have to open it up to see N/n."

The girl bit her lip slightly and leaned back on Remus' shoulder when he wrapped an arm around her waist from behind again. Y/n went to pull the wrapping off and soon found herself looking into a clear, plastic container with a red rubber bracelet. She pulled it out of the container and moved it around in her hand, soon finding a picture of the semicolon on the inside part of the bracelet.

Her breath stilled, her eyes stopped moving, the world seemed to pause on her.

The last time she'd ever seen the symbol in a situation like this was when her elder sister had gotten one on her shoulder blade.

And to think Remus knew what it meant to her made her world stop in place.

She was snapped out of her phase as she felt Remus lift the bracelet out of her hands and move to put it on her left wrist, the one that was littered with old and new self-harm wounds.

" So the next time you go and try to do anything bad to yourself you know I'm here for you. And to remind you that you survived the pain two times before, to remind you that you'll make it out again this time too."

She broke down in tears because of the onrush of memories and emotions in Remus' grasp.

One of the few places where she felt at home. ____________________________

" You ready to go Y/n?"

" No, I'll never be ready to leave your home. It's the only place where I got to experience a real family relationship. But if your asking whether or not I'm ready to leave back to Hogwarts then yes, I am."

" Y/n it's the end of the school year and I'm being serious here, are you ready to go back to your house?"

" No Sirius, No." ____________________________ Ha. Also, there were like three parts of this chapter where my dirtyass mind too over and I was just like- w h y Also, not my best works but, yeah I ran out of excuses- __________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food and remember You Are Loved! ^ - ^