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He patches you up instead
Remus Lupin x GN!Reader || 0.4k words
Blood drips steadily from the cut on your forehead, warm and annoyingly persistent as you sit on the edge of Remus’s bathroom counter.
“It’s barely even deep,” you insist for the third time.
The crease between Remus’s brows doesn't let up from where he’s digging through the cabinet for bandages.
“You said that when your wrist was fractured.”
“In my defense, it only felt sprained.”
He shoots you a look over his shoulder—tired, unimpressed, and painfully fond.
Rain taps softly against the flat windows while the tiny bathroom fills with the sharp scent of antiseptic. Remus finally finds what he's looking for with a quiet hum before stepping back between your knees.
“Hold still.”
You try to. You really do.
But the second the disinfectant touches the cut, you hiss dramatically and jerk away.
Remus catches your jaw gently before you can move too far,
"Oh don't be ridiculous,” he mutters. “You’ve survived far worse than this.”
“That stings!”
“Yes,” He says dryly, dabbing at the cut again, “That tends to happen.”
You glare weekly while he works.
His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing faded scars along his forearms. His hair is still damp from the rain outside, curls messier than usual after dragging you both home in a rush.
He looks exhausted,
That familiar guilt twirls low in your stomach.
“You didn’t have to leave the meeting early for me,” you mumble.
That makes him pause.
Only for a second,
Then he continues carefully pressing gauze to your forehead.
“You were hurt.”
“It is quite literally just a cut.”
“You were bleeding.”
“As cuts usually do.” you quip back.
But the firmness in his voice catches you off guard.
Remus finally glances up, brown eyes darker than before.
“I don’t particularly enjoy seeing you hurt,” he says quietly.
Oh.
The bathroom suddenly feels much smaller.
You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very aware of how close he’s standing.
Remus seems to realize it too a second later because his expression shifts almost imperceptibly, like he regrets saying it out loud.
His attention snaps back to the bandage.
“There,” he says after a moment, smoothing the edges against your skin with frustrating gentleness. “All patched up.”
You don't move.
Neither does he.
His hands linger near your face for half a second too long.
Then—
“You’re staring,” Remus murmurs.
“You’re hovering.”
“I’m making sure you don't start bleeding again.”
“You already fixed it.”
“Hm.”
But he still doesn’t step away.
Outside, thunder rumbles softly through the storm.
Inside, Remus’s thumb brushes once against your cheekbone before he seems to catch himself.
His hand drops immediately.
“Try not to get injured again tomorrow,” he says, voice quieter now.
You smile slightly.
“No promises.”
That earns you the smallest, fondly exasperated look.
“Impossible,” he mutters before leaving you alone in the bathroom with a soft click of the door.
supposed to be taking an exam but i'm thinking of sirius and remus being secretly so envious of each other. sirius is so jealous that remus is able to care so much about school and apply himself and be regarded as a talented individual. remus wishes he could float through life with the same uncaring nonchalance and sociability sirius does. sirius doesn't know that remus can only apply himself because, if not a good student with prospects of a good career, he feels he is only a burden to his friends and a liability to the world. remus doesn't know sirius feels aimless and like he's wasting himself on mediocrity and only puts himself out there so much so that others don't look down upon his lack of initiative. UGHH. send me more requests i can't stop thinking of them.
Resist - George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader
A/N: This one is such a sweet request and I was planning on making it longer but I kind of decided to cut it short, think it turned out cuter that way!! Anyways, thank you to this anon for requesting!! Smooches <3
Warning(s): Fluff, George angst if you squint, Gryffindors being stereotypical to Slytherins, Reader is an absolute sweetheart and George is struggling.
Word count: 3.1k
Dividers by @strangergraphics!! ,
Hogwarts was filled with the usual hum of students scampering off to their morning classes—the chatter and easy breeze of the school at 9 am. George was in no hurry whatsoever, leaning against the wall outside the great hall with Fred. It was the usual easy conversation, mindlessly flowing between the twins.
“Oh. Eugh.” Fred groaned, looking down the now emptier hall. At first, George thought he was talking about Draco and his little posse of bullies cornering two Gryffindor first-year girls. It wasn’t surprising. Fred usually ignored it because it was never surprising.
Remus has a crush on his smart, beautiful, snappy Slytherin potions partner but doesn't know how to make her really notice him. As far as he knows he’s one of the nerdier people in his year, he isn’t a quidditch player, and doesn’t know anyone in your house. Overestimating the amount of cred Sirius has with the Slytherins, Remus begins to try to copy some of his look and behavior in the hopes you might find him cool.
“What would you do, pads?”
“I dunno. Whenever I skip I get loads of attention from the girls at my table the next day, always asking me why I was gone.”
“I’m not sure,” he trails off.
“C’mon moony, it's one class. Maybe she’ll swoon over your nonchalant demeanor.”
“You can’t spell nonchalant.”
That day you’re sat waiting for Remus to show up before starting the assignment. He never ran as late as this. Twenty minutes in you begin the assignment on your own in a huff. When he shows up five minutes late the next day you side eye him as he settles in next to you.
“Did your dorm explode?” You asked, still facing the front of the room.
“What?”
“Did your dorm explode?” You say again, turning slightly to him. When his puzzled expression doesn’t change you explain, “you never miss a class, Remus. I think I’ve seen you in all states of disrepair yet you always show up to class. Before it begins, might I add.”
Remus tries to remind himself to be cool, “I, uh, just wasn’t feeling like it.” He sees an incredulous expression take over your face as you copy down the recipe on the blackboard.
“Oh, how cool you are,” you draw sarcastically, “Yesterday I had to make Alihotsy Draught for the first time, by myself, and it was the one day the only competent Gryffindor in the school decided to not show up.” You turn to pull a piece of parchment out of your bag and set it on the table in front of him. A detailed report on the brewing of Alihotsy Draught with your name on the top and an empty space for Remus’s name right under. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
Remus didn’t know what to assess first. You saved the assignment so that he could still get credit with you and turn it in as partners. And did you just call him the only competent Gryffindor in the school? Was that a compliment? “Umm,” looking up from the parchment he sees you already looking at him, “thank y-”
“Is that…gel in your hair?” You look at his hair as if it was covered in slugs. He’s never had as much of your undivided focus. He can only nod. “Don’t do that to yourself again?” Remus deflates.
“Doesn’t look good?” Why did he say that? Of course it doesn’t look good you just looked at his hair like it slapped you. He makes a note to scream into his pillow when he gets back to the dorms.
“You look fine. You just look as greasy as that imbecile friend of yours, Black.” You went back to writing on your parchment.
“Ouch,” he hears Sirius say from the table in front of his.
“Mind your business, Black.” You mutter, not even sparing him a glance.
“Plus, your natural hair” you begin, reaching over Remus to grab an herb from his side of the desk. He can smell the cherry perfume you wear every day. And he’s never seen you this close, the curve of your nose looks even more beautiful and your eyelashes look even more enchanting from this proximity. “when it doesn’t look like a cow’s licked your head,” you side eyed the gel again, “is a much more charming look on you.” Remus turned to hide the rush of blood to his cheeks.
He is never skipping class again and will never let Sirius touch his hair.
Note: George, Remus, and Sirius are on my mind pls send me your thoughts
saw that you asked for requests so I have one for george weasley! I was wondering if you’d do one for him x whimsical!ravenclaw!reader, I feel like they’d be really cute together. readers definitely soft spoken and sooo kind, definitely friends w/ luna and neville.
I wasn’t planning on writing so soon but getting this request made me so excited I just sat down and wrote a lil something real quick. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it 🫶
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George Weasley
Binding Dungbombs
|1.86k| Summary: When you and George come across a crying Neville Longbottom, he uses your shared expertise to formulate a defense plan. Lovegood!Ravenclaw!Reader
Fred Weasley
Remus Lupin
“Is that…gel in your hair?”
Drabble: Remus has a crush on his smart, beautiful, snappy Slytherin potions partner and takes to Sirius for advice on how to get her to notice him.
Sirius Black
James Potter
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Binding Dungbombs | G.W.
Request: saw that you asked for requests so I have one for george weasley! I was wondering if you’d do one for him x whimsical!ravenclaw!reader, I feel like they’d be really cute together. readers definitely soft spoken and sooo kind, definitely friends w/ luna and neville.
Summary: When you and George come across a crying Neville Longbottom, he uses your shared expertise to formulate a defense plan.
Pairing: George Weasley x Lovegood!Ravenclaw!Reader
Word Count: 1.86k short lil thang
Warnings: Bullying?, a little corny?
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Notes: This was the first fic I’ve written in the last 3/4 years I think…damn. For sure a little rusty, for sure a little cheesy but I do love the idea of George with a ravenclaw. I ended up making her related to Luna and tried to emulate the Lovegood vibe accurately. Pls I am hungry for requests so feel free to send more!! Happy reading!
might start writing again after I graduate soon…but what to write. I’m probably a little rusty since its been a hot hot minute since writing literally anything but if I have some suggestions I may be compelled to practiceeee😁
particularly in the mood for hpu especially the twins and marauders era but i also need to get back into my marvel brain. pls any requests or suggestions are welcome i need ideas
🏳️🌈 Ruth Ellis (1899 - 2000) was the daughter of former slaves. She came out as a lesbian when she was 16-years-old to the complete acceptance of her family. In 1937, Ruth and her longtime partner moved to Detroit from their hometown of Springfield, Illinois for the promise of higher wages. There, she became the first woman in Michigan to run her own printing business. She printed fliers, posters, and stationary in the front room of her home, which also quickly became a hotspot for Black LGBTQ social life. Before long, Ruth was helping those who came around in any way she could, including by paying for college tuitions. After the Stonewall uprising, 70-year-old Ruth began giving speeches in support of gay and lesbian rights all across the country. She remained an activist for the rest of her long life and even spent her 100th birthday leading the San Francisco Dyke March. At the time of her death at 101, she was recognized as the oldest out lesbian in the US. She is the subject of the documentary "Living With Pride: Ruth C. Ellis @ 100" and is the namesake of the Ruth Ellis Center, a shelter for homeless and at-risk LGBTQ youth in Detroit.
Celebrate Ruth Ellis.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruth_Ellis_(activist)
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hey! would you mind writing sirius black x reader (ole flame or something) when they meet for the first time since azkaban at a meeting for the order? thank you and happy holidays!
thank u for requesting, hope this is OK! ♡
—you and sirius both get to go home eventually, 2.2k. fem
You were still kids when Sirius… went away. You thought he hurt James and Lily, and it didn't matter that you loved him because he was evil and cruel and he hurt the people he loved most in the world, and then you were outposted thousands of miles eastward, your life a shadow.
Remus sent you letters. You always answered, even when it hurt, but his last was too much to believe. You told yourself that someone forged his handwriting through a curse or some new gimmick, and then a second arrived with a smaller envelope hidden inside.
No name written on it. No Dear anything to begin.
Things are different to what you've been told. Please come home, it said. This penmanship was shaken like a hand out of practice, but something felt familiar in the curves and dots.
If Remus’ letter (and the second smaller one too) were in fact telling the truth, it means you did something awful, and so, for a while, you don't go.
Please, the next letter says, again enclosed within a larger explanation from Remus, I'm sorry. I just want to see you again.
Getting home isn't as simple as he might think. You have to picture the destination very clearly to disapparate, and you have no sustained recollection anymore of the places you used to go. You remember silly things, slices of memories; the four of them laughing in a big green field, the sweet smell of hair oil to your left; the beige walls of a rented flat where you'd lay in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time, before things got too terrible to sleep; a string-lit garden that last summer, hands of poker on a glass table. These places aren't real anymore. You can't go back to them.
Upon your request, Molly forwards you an address and a secret code.
Trains, buses, trains again. A long walk through a cold street. Some secret this or that. You arrive in the night and a frowning face ushers you in, past a painting sealed away and up the creaking stairs. You spend hours sitting on the end of a bed coated in dust waiting for the sun to rise, your back stiff with nerves. You could slip out before anyone else knows you're here, it's not as if Moody would give you away. But why did you come, if you were going to run straight back to your outpost?
You don't want Sirius’ betrayal to be true, of course. It took your breath away imagining what it would mean if he hadn't done what you thought. If it's all lies (as it seems to be), if he's innocent as he and Remus claim, it means you turned your back on him and left him to suffer, and he's still asking you to come home.
A few people stir for breakfast. Molly, who's voice you remember, and some younger sounding ones that may be her children, or perhaps the newer Order recruits. Then comes Remus’ voice. He sounds different. Less Welsh, more tired. Homely anyways as he passes your door with someone beside him.
“...any day now,” he's saying, “try not to worry.”
“I do worry. I've worried about it every day for years.”
MY TEARS
I agree with how you said by seasons 7-8 it becomes formulaic. I’m rewatching the show and I’m on season 9 and last night while I was watching I was like “this is just the same thing over and over again and the solve of the case is just too convenient” but I still watch it because I love my characters 😭
it unfortunately gets to te point where when anyone says "we need to give the profile 😠" I start laughing
No literally 😭 and like they learn a convenient detail and all of the sudden Reid or Blake is like “I know why they’re doing this. As a child, when their parents-” and ITS ALWAYS A TRAUMATIC PAST BEING REJECTED BY THEIR PARENTS
Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?
fem, 1k
“Gideon has a new prodigy.”
Your head rises of its own accord. “Yeah?”
“He's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.” Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. “Overeducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.”
“Ooh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,” you joke with a smile. “Genius baby, but a baby.”
Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. “I don't know what Gideon's thinking.”
“Does anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?”
Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action).
“Hotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?” Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. You’re similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along.
“Well, I want to meet this guy,” you say. “We'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.” He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. “Is he around?”
“Here they are now.”
You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute.
“Obviously,” you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. “Agent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.”
He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile.
“Oh, you're beautiful,” you say without thinking.
RAHHHHHH
seeing the post-relationship start content is amazing but I never knew we needed pre-friendship content im going CRAZAYYY
Kinktober '23 Day 4 - Face Sitting (TBZ Sangyeon)
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Warnings: face sitting (duh), motorboating kinda, fingering, two switches talking to each other, needy sangyeon wants you real bad 🫦
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: if someone held a gun to my head and said “write a fic under 1k” I’d get shot
🔞 MDNI!! 🔞
OMG HELLOOOOOO the way this made me SCREAM!!!! when i tell you face riding is literally one of my biggest kinks ever and with THE LOML SANGYEON?!?!?!?!? GOD ALEXA PLAY GIMME GIMME MOREEEEE 😩😩😩 pls i absolutely love the way you wrote this whole fic!! your writing style is absolutely ✨chefs kiss✨i will now have to go binge your other works fs!! ❤️
LITERALLY LOVE YOU IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
no one compares.
PAIRING. fuck buddy!heeseung x afab!reader
SYNOPSIS. You both thought that having no rules with a fuck buddy would make things simple, because it was just sex. But it was all conflicting when no one compares to each other after sleeping with someone else.
WARNING. angst if you squint, contains smut! MINORS DNI. fingering, handjob, creampie, unprotected sex. 4k words.
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Kinktober '23 Day 13 - Praise (ENHA Heeseung)
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Warnings: oral (m. receiving), vocal hee, kinda sappy hee just a lil bit
Word Count: 800
A/N: was able to keep it short this time 😀