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Hey Siri do I include more Olde Ways references and possibly religious elements to my Black Brothers angst? Asking for a friend.

Actually yanno what they get it anyways. It works with the whole celestial thing. Just pile on the agony with religious themes and motifs.

just imagine coming home at night to find james and little 3 year old harry laying on the couch wrapped in a blanket in the deepest sleep after failing at their plan to stay up to see you come home from your girls night with marlene, dorcas and lily and then feeling the sweetest, purest love looking at the boys in your life... (idk, just freaking out at night in my bed)

My Girlfriends in a Band - James Potter

In which the marauders gang get to know the true side of James' rockstar girlfriend

Based off the ask by: @gfrttyuuuuuu

Warning: N/A

Faceclaim: nonsalemwitch on ig

James Potter x fem!reader

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prongspotter: well done to my amazing girlfriend you absolutely rocked that stage last night, and I hope to come and see more of your concerts in the future.

comments:

marymacdonald: maybe next time we'll come with you if black isn't too much of a pussy to be in the same room as her.

| thebestblack: hey i'm not the only person who's scared of her.

| lilyevans: yeah she can be quite intimidating.

your_username: it's no problems guys i get that quite a lot and i hope to see you again too jamie

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thebestblack: okay so maybe she isn't so scary once you get to know her.

comments:

prongspotter: see i told you she wasn't scary, she just a little ray of sunshine once you get to know her.

themoonguy: your only find that out now, she's always not been scary especially since she brings me cookies before the moon fest.

marymacdonald: yeah black, you only thinks she's scary because she has tattoos and piercings you would never be able to pull off.

| thebestblack: well that's a bit rude

| regulusblack: but its the truth

your_username: glad to hear that, also thank you for the amazing day and taking me to the cat cafe i really had a great time.

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your_username: thank you to james potter for showing me the best 2 years of my life I can't wait to spend even more with you, thank you for showing me what true love is and that every girl really does have a prince charming waiting for her out there, so happy two year anniversary to the man who has changed my life for ever.

comments:

prongspotter: no thank you angel for showing me true love that i could've only dreamed of.

|thebestblack: oh shut up you sap

|themoonguy: sirius you are literally crying at this post, i can see you curled up on the sofa next to me balling.

marymacdonald: aww happy anniversary sunshine and even bigger ray of sunshine.

So the forms didn't work so instead if you guys have a request you can just ask me to do it

Sunshine Girl - Regulus Black

In which the marauders era gang wish Regulus' 'sunshine' girlfriend a happy birthday on social media.

Warning: N/A, just fluff and poor set up and writing on my behalf.

Face claim: Emma Myers

Regulus Black x fem!reader

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regulusblack: happy birthday to the chaotic angel who has changed my life forever, I can't remember anytime I was happier than those that are spent with you, so I hope you have a happy birthday my love and I hope to spend so much more time with you.

comments:

your_username: no, thank you for making it the best birthday reggie :) < 3.

lilyevans: happy birthday my platonic wife < 3

your_username: thanks love < 3

prongspotter: what even happier than that time Mary tripped Sirius up and then he proceeded to roll down a muddy hill and land on his arse.

thebestblack: you promised me that you would never tell

anyone about that ever again. I gave you so much money.

prongspotter: yeah but you embarassment was worth

much more than that.

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marymacdonald: happy birthday to the craziest, cookiest sunshine girl that has ever exsisted, thank you for making all of our lives a better place and becoming everyones platonic partner in one way or another. I hope to have to stick up with you crazy shenanigans and ideas until our children are pushing us around in wheelchairs. So happy birthday goldielocks, its going to be your best one yet.

comments:

thebestblack: imagine your girlfriends best friend getting more likes on her birthday post than her actual boyfriend.

themoonguy: imagine getting pushed down a muddy

banking by a girl none the less.

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thebestblack: rem, your my boyfriend your meant to

protect me not go against me.

regulusblack: imagine being your parents least favourite.

evanrosier: imagine being a disappointment to your

family.

your_username: evan rosier, what are you doing here?

evanrosier: wishing you a happy birthday sunshine,

also barty says bring cookies the next time you visit.

your_username: thank you mary for that very sweet message. < 3

marymacdonald: < 3

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lilyevans: since we're all wishing Y/N a happy birthday, I would like to remind everyone of everything she had done for us and how she and regulus first met. If you are all unaware Y/N had done alot like for example she tutors younger children including sirius as he acts like one and she helped me discover my true feelings for james. anyway regulus and Y/N first met after her boyfriend broke up with her and he comforted her when he found her crying in the corner at her 16th birthday party, so for that we have crowned them the perfect couple.

comments:

marymacdonald: lets not forget we also crowned him the perfect boyfriend, no offence James.

prongspotter: none taken, also happy birthday sunshine, I hope he is treating you to a nice birthday.

your_username: thank you bambi and he is :)

regulusblack: of course she's being treated, she got a bunch of

new jumpers and we woke up and got ice cream at midnight

this morning.

your_username: thank you all for making this the best birthday ever and thank you for the very sweet comments :)

If the Marauders were around now, James and Sirius would’ve made Peter and Remus do the whole Mean Girls Jingle Bell Rock Dance (IN FULL COSTUME, YOU BET YOUR ASS THEY’RE WEARING THE TINY SKIRTS) in the middle of the great hall, and no one can convince me otherwise

And if it doesn’t end with Remus having a stroke after seeing Sirius in that skirt, I don’t want it..

What if Remeus just kept changing time zones by apparition to avoid full moons altogether?!?!?!

Plausible deniability | Poly! Marauders; A. Dolohov:

Warnings: jealousy; the boys are kind of dicks in this one; reader is a certified smartass; my dialogue is pretencious as hell; Dolohov is a desperate flirt.

Your lads leave you alone at a party you took them to, so they won't care if you happen to dance with someone else. Right?

You had always been a good girlfriend.

Scratch that, you always were a great girlfriend.

And you knew that for a fact.

There wasn't one thing in this world you wouldn't do for your boyfriends. Your love for them was beyond any type of rational comprehension, to the point you had made yourself look stupid in front of others just because you adored them so much.

All those days you stayed back to reason with a teacher, or a prefect or with Filch and talk them out of murdering your beloved boys while those same lads were out running to save their own skin; All those times you went out of your way to fix expulsion-worthy mistakes they commited during a prank; All those nights you lost sleep so you could help them study for the incoming exams you knew they had been ignoring in favor of perfecting yet another grandious plan to humiliate the Slytherins.

That was how you told them you loved them.

And you did.

Not only did you simply love them, you showed them you loved them.

So why was it that everytime you looked at one of them from the small green and silver couch you were sitting on, they seemed to have one or ten other girls in their arms?

You took them to this party. You were the sole reason they had gotten in here in the first place.

Would it kill them to spend five minutes with you before going off to do Godric knows what with other girls?

No.

It wouldn't.

You weren't jealous. That wasn't the point. If that was the case you would have walked up to them, muttered some half-polite excuse to whichever person was flirting with them and pulled the boy to dance with you.

But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was that you always bended over backwards for them, to meet their desires, to make sure they were healthy, make sure they were comfortable, make sure they were always feeling their best. If something of theirs broke, you were there to fix it. If they couldn't understand something, you figured it out and explained it to them. If they needed help with anything, you were always there, at their corner, ready to help with whatever you could.

You had always been a show instead of tell kind of person.

Your problem was, they were tell but never show kind of people.

Not one of your boys ever hesitated to tell you that they loved you and that they couldn't live without you and that they'd do anything for you, but they never seemed to come through in any of those things.

And for most that you tried to brush it off as them simply being from a world different than yours, it bothered you to hell and back.

There was nothing you could do, and you knew it.

It would be no good to cause a scene and forever be branded as the crazy girlfriend, specially since you knew they made a habit of downplaying your discomfort when it came to the subject of them being overly affectionate with people who clearly had less than innocent intentions.

So you stood up as calmly as you could manage and slowly made your way to the little bar Zabini had set up.

Whiskey, beer, liquour and rum. One next to the other, all painfully dry. Perhaps if you could squeeze out a drip or two from each bottle you'd end up with a 1/16 of a full cup. But that wasn't enough for you. So you pulled back your hand, and just as you were trying your best to recall that fancy little spell that turned water into rum, the soft glow of light over glass caught your eye.

A bottle of vodka. The people in this party were visibly much more prudent than you could wish to be, for the bottle wasn't only untouched, but fully sealed and nearly glimmering under the dim reddish lighting that bathed the room, like a singing siren, lulling in the occasional unsuspecting sailor, the kind who was desperate enough to fall for her games.

Well, yo-ho, motherfucker.

Taking you newfound treasure into your hands, you poured the liquid into a whiskey glass, an inch and a half full over the bottom. And with no hesitation whatsoever, you took a long and patient sip, without even making a face.

- You know, dear, I have been standing next to this bar for half an hour. I've seen all those bottles be drained to the last drop, but not a single person was mad enough to consider touching my vodka. - The smell of the cologne that surrounded you as whoever that was leaned in to speak into your ear might as well have carried the stench of blood with it, because never in your life had you heard someone so painfully obvious in their villany speak in such a shamelessly ill-willed way. - I must commend you for your taste, красивая.

Antonin Dolohov.

Of course.

When did he ever miss a single chance to shark you?

Rhetoric question, the answer was never.

- I do enjoy the taste of nothingness and incoming hangovers quite a bit, thanks for the commendment. - Still staring into your glass, you pretended not to feel the way he very glaringly leaned into the spot you had pressed your perfume into just an hour ago. - Cheers, Dolohov. Good health to you.

He smiled wolfishly as he watched you empty that glass in one breath, walking around the table to stand as close to humanly possible to you. - As much as seeing you drink like this gives me hope that you will toss those three western boys and get with the one that could actually be your drinking partner, we should really get a dance in so I can tell you what is happening.

- Remind me again of why would I ever consider dancing with you...

- Because I know things that evolve not only you, bu you future in this lovely establishment you call home.

You scoffed: - Okay, Mr. Bond.

- I prefer Stierlitz, but Bond will do for now. - He gently took the empty glass from your hand, setting it on the table and slowly placing his massive hands on your waist, making sure to rub down the silk dress with his thumbs as he grinned at you. - Shall we, my dear?

- You better not be playing tricks on me, Antonin.

He immediately perked up at the slight softened tone you had emplyed, taking advantage of the opportunity to pull you closer as the both of you swayed to the upbeat madness of Siouxie and the Banshees. - Wow, first name basis again. Have you finally forgiven me, zaychik? Should I put your silk sheets back onto our bed?

- We were never in an empty room alone for more than two minutes, Dolohov. Let alone sleep together.

- You and I are meant to be, zaychik. You'll realize that sooner or later.

- You know I adore listening to your ravenous delusions, but cut to the chase, will you?

- Your wish is my command, my sweet. - You could feel James' eyes starting to search the area around you, and you couln't deny it hurt that he hadn't even noticed you weren't away being a wallflower anyomore. - A friend of mine has been fulfilling duty at Filch's office. He says that McGonagal and Slughorn have been going in and out of his office all day long, whispering secret messages, handing him suspecious papers with the ministry of magic seal, all sorts of things like that. So I told him to look into it.

- How wise of you.

- I knew you'd think so too, zaychik. - He had this strange habit of running the tip of his index finger up your spine and down your arms, and the fact that he was getting closer and closer didn't make you any less uncomfortable. - So anyhow, after Filch left, he found a paper near the burner and in this paper were your name and mine together, along with the names of all your ungrateful little lovers and the names of my friends.

- What the fuck?

- That's what I said. - He seemed genuinely amused by the fact you two held the same line of thinking, and it would've been actually a bit sweet to see him like that if your eyes didn't meet Sirius' for a split second. He did not seem happy. - What kind of paper would have the name of a two model students like you and I above a list of the most trouble-making and irresponsible people in the school?

- A paper that lists people who are either involved or facilitate riotous behaviour. The ministry wants to cut the tree by it's roots. You an I are fixers, casualties. They fuck up, we go there an make sure they're not expelled...

- Only so they can go and do it again as soon as the coast is clear. - He mumbled in an irritated tone just as the music shifted, and you had never felt so seen. - Cunts.

- You too?

- If you think trying to convince teachers that their favorite troublemakers shouldn't be thrown out of school, try arguing that same case for the students they despise the most.

- I can't fucking believe them.

- You and I are more similar than you would like to admit, my darling. That's why I'm warning you. That's why we should be together.

- You lost me at 'more similar than you'd like to admit'.

- Not even you can deny that we should join forces if we want those we care about not to be publicly humiliated. If we work together, and we find a way to invalidate whatever claims the ministry is trying to make, then we can save their arses and go along our lives knowing that we did the right thing while they were out being debils. - His eyes glimmered in hope as he watched you consider the offer, his hands pulling you flush into his body, so close that he could barely stand the warmth of your skin seeping through the layers of clothes that separated you. - What do you say, zaychik?

- You're right. I hate to admit it, but credit where credit is due. - Antonin could feel hilself swell up with pride, and he immediately took a step back, cordially raising a hand towards you like a proper gentleman.

- Pleasure doing business with you, little bunny. - Your hand met his as the both of you smiled, pretending you didn't hear Dolohov's heart beating out of his chest. - You have a plan?

- I have the begining of one.

- We could draw this plan out back in my dorm, perhaps I'll allow you some of my tsarskaya vodka.

- I'm not a whore.

- I wouldn't pay. - He grinned, seizing to sway for the first time and squeezing your hips in his hands.

- That's charming. Which Gangster did you steal that line from?

- It disappoints me that you don't know. It'll be my life's mission to educate you in soviet culture before we eventually get married. - You couldn't help but laugh. He was quite charming, and it felt nice to be noticed for once. But you were so invested in Antonin's back and forth jokes that you didn't notice Sirius calling for Rem and James. You didn't notice how mad they looked. And you definetly didn't notice that for the first time since they had gotten here, they were excusing himself off from the girls they had surrounded himself with. And they probably didn't notice that it was the first time in the night they had worried the slightest bit about you. - Oh, I love this song. You'll dance with me won't you? To celebrate our alliance.

- I should really get to to mapping out that plan. - You excused, drawing yourself back from him only for Dolohov to pull you right back.

- Oh, rumba. Sorry, you cannot escape a Frank Sinatra song.

- Is that so?

- You'll have to dance with me until another singer comes along. And I fear they just put on one of his longest records. - You laughed as he pulled you into him, guiding you through a performance of 'mind if I make love to you'. Your dress swirled around you, the iridescent fabric glowing under the light as he spun you around, and you felt glad you were here for the first time in the night. The same could not be said about the lads that watched as the two of you entretained yourselves.

You were in for it tonight.

Miss Lupin - 2

[Check out the previous episode of Miss Lupin on my profile.]

Summary: It’s been some time after the first visit of Remus Lupin to his daughter, Emma. Before the battle of hogwarts, Remus takes some time to say goodbye to his only daughter for the last time.

Characters: Remus Lupin and Emma.

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I kept on thinking about the man I met at the beach that night. His name, as he had said, was Remus. I had a feeling that I know him. Maybe I have some kind of connection with him.

Days after days had passed. More and more questions kept on coming to me. I needed to see him again. I had to ask him the biggest question of all, was he my real father? I never thought about my real family until he had asked me. As I was growing older I felt it was necessary to know my true identity. I never asked my adoptive parents about it. I didn’t want to hurt them.

Then the day came. I saw the man at the backyard of my house. I was reading a book, when I heard a cough. I looked up from my book and found him.

“At last.” said I without any hesitation “Why did it take you so long to visit me?”

Remus pulled a chair closer to me and sat “Looks like you’ve been expecting me.”

I felt shy for saying what I said earlier. “Who are you, Remus?” I asked softly.

“You know it already, don’t you?”

“If this is true, then I have so much more questions in mind.” I said quickly. I was sure he was my real father. How I knew that I didn’t know.

“I know what you’re planning to ask.” said he “I’m here to answer everything.”

I became speechless. I couldn’t think how to start. I wanted to shout “Why? Why did you do that?” But I said nothing. 

“I never meant to give you away.” Remus said “But this was to keep you safe, my dear.”

“Keep me safe?” I asked finally “from what?”

“From the evil power that had killed your mother. Now, that power has risen again. I have to try to stop it. I can’t say if you will ever see me again.”

“Why did you say that?” I asked “Are you going to fight a war?”

“Yes, a war indeed.”

“But I barely know you.” I said being overwhelmed by emotion.

“You are so much like me, darling.” he put his hand upon my head “If you ever question any peculiarity in you, know that, it’s from me and your mother.”

“Do you have to go?”

“Yes, my child. But I promise you this, if I make it out right I will take you to the world you truly belong to.” By saying this he got up and looked down to me. He said with a smile “Call yourself Miss Lupin. That’s your true identity.”

He slowly walked away from me. I whispered “I’ll be waiting, father.”

Miss Lupin

Summary: Emma is the daughter of Remus Lupin, who was born at the same time as Harry Potter. Lupin’s wife had been killed by the death eaters just after the birth of her. So, Remus decided to keep her a secret to protect her from Voldemort and sent her to a muggle family to be raised as a muggle. Now after a long time, Lupin decides to pay her a visit.

Characters: Remus Lupin and Emma.

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I was at the beach in the middle of the night all by myself. My parents were fighting again over something I couldn’t figure out. So, I decided to take a break from my studies and came out to the nearby beach for fresh air.

Nobody from my family has any interest on reading or anything of the sort. I, on the other hand, is a bookworm. I feel a connection between me and books. However, the family I call my own is not actually my real family. I was delivered to my parent’s (who doesn’t have their own kids) doorway one night with a letter saying to keep me well. They had done their best.

The environment was so fresh, it calmed my mind. I kept looking at the sea blankly. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me. I looked back quickly and found a man smiling at me.

The man had scars on his face and his smile didn’t seem to be a friendly one. I suddenly remembered that I was alone at the beach with no one else. Fear got into me like a flash.

The man might have sensed it. “Don’t worry, child.” said the man “I’m harmless.”

“Who are you?” I asked rather loudly.

The man smiled again. This time it felt comforting. “My name is Remus, if that’s what you meant.” said the man.

I kept quiet for I knew he would say more. The man took some steps towards me and said “I hoped you were fine with them.”

“With who?” I asked, really confused.

“Your parents.” said Remus.

“I am fine with them.”

“Really?” the man raised his eyebrows “But they are not your real parents, are they?”

“That doesn’t matter to me as long as they love me like I was one of their own.” I said, frowining “How did you know that?”

The man completely ignored my question and asked another one instead “Don’t you miss your real parents?”

“I don’t remember them at all, sir.”

“Do you want to meet them someday?” the man said hopefully.

“No, sir.” I said sternly.

The man sighed. “I’m glad that you are actually happy with your life. There are more complicated lives that people are living.”

“But...” He cut me shortly and said “I better go now. Good-bye, Emma.”

I looked back at a shouting. “My God, Emma. You’re here. We were looking for you everywhere.” my mother came running to me, my father behind her.

I turned to look at the man, but he was gone.

Who was he? How did he know so much about me? Could it be that he was my guardian angel looking after me?

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