27+48=?
7+7=14+1=15
_5 carry the 1 so, 2+4+1=7
Therefore, 27+48 = 75

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27+48=?
7+7=14+1=15
_5 carry the 1 so, 2+4+1=7
Therefore, 27+48 = 75
Twelve hours - platonic!marauders, james potter
summary: sometimes having observant friends is unfortunate, but now when they've been blind for so long... wc: 0.9k+
When James, Remus and Sirius trudged up to your, Lily and Marleneâs dorm to remind you of your Hogsmeade plans in an hour, they had every intention of knocking on the door. However, when Sirius heard your screeching laughs through the door, he pushed the door open without second thought.
The view the three boys were met with immediately confused them. You were sat on the floor at the floor of your bed, still in your pyjamas, legs bent on the floor, but you were knelt forward as you laughed, clutching your sides. Lily was leaning against her bed, crying tears of laughter whilst Marlene had her gaze stuck on you, pointing a finger at your figure while she laughed.
âItâs not funny,â You cried, though your words contradicted your actions. You reached your hands up towards Marlene, begging âHelp me up!â Marlene reached out to help you before she burst into another fit of giggles, leaving you sat hopelessly on the ground.
Remus, ever the protective friend, pushed past his two friends to offer you his hands. Your eyes went wide as you noticed his and the other boysâ presence, but you gratefully took his hands nonetheless.
You winced as you pushed yourself off the ground, a pained noise escaping your chest as you finally balanced yourself on your feet. âThanks.â You muttered, smiling awkwardly at the three boys now stood in your dorm, before happily sitting down on your bed again. âAnd weâre back to zero.â Lily wheezed, wiping her tears away.
You chucked a pillow at the red head, who easily dodged it and a silence settled on the three of you as you took in the male presence in the dormitory. âMay I ask whatâs going on?â Asked Sirius, a confused look on his face, eyebrows deeply furrowed.
âNo.â
The simple response was all it took for Marlene and Lily to resume their fits of laughter, but this time you just rolled your eyes at them. âOh, please tell them!â Pleaded Marlene as she sat down on the bed facing you. âItâs embarrassing!â âItâs a flex.â Retorted Lily. You huffed.
âItâs nothing. My legs just didnât seem ready to carry me out of bed this morning.â âMorning?â Remus scoffed, glancing at the clock. âItâs barely morning.â
âItâs because the guy she slept with had a massive dick.â âMarlene!â James let out a loud gasp from where he stood in the doorway, previously silent. Your eyes trailed over to him, feeling your face flush hotly. The eye contact between you was intense, but you broke it, shying away from his intimidating gaze.
âI wasnât prepared! Iâm fine.â You huffed stubbornly, proving your point as you stood up. You swallowed thickly, grabbing the outfit youâd chosen from your bed and stiffly walking over to the bathroom. You heard Marlene cackle, mumbling something about âlook at herâ, and sharply turned to face the group of friends. âI said Iâm fine â doesnât mean Iâm not sore!â You yelled at her, before your eyes flickered back to the boy in the doorway.
Unfortunately for you, Remus caught the movement. So did Lily. The girl hummed attentively, her face becoming solemn. Fuck, your friends were too observant. âWho did you say the guy was, again?â Asked Remus. Freezing in place, you felt your ears grow warm. âShe didnât. Thatâs what me and Marlene were trying to find out.â
âGuys, I feel like Iâm missing something.â Sirius muttered. Lily and Remus both sharply turned to look at James, who gulped animatedly, taking a step back. You saw Remusâs eyes squint in suspicious, and the boy in front of him immediately got defensive, opening and closing his mouth before deciding not to stay anything.
Sirius gasped loudly. âJames is the guy with the massive dick!?â Marlene screamed at Siriusâs remark in horror, a hand slapping over her mouth as she turned to look at James, whose hands came down to hide his crotch area, which was definitely drawing the attention of the friend group. âWell, you know, we already knew James had a massive cock, but we didnât he was your-â Sirius cut himself off, pursing his lips.
âSo how long has this been going on?â Lily asked, arms crossed over her chest as she looked at you accusingly. âLast night?â
An uncomfortable silence settled amongst you, in which your four friends stood with their mouths agape. Suddenly, Marlene burst out laughing again. âShit, you shouldnât even hide it for twelve hours!â âGet out, Marlene!â You screeched, pointing to the door. âEveryone get out!â The five of them stood all at once, making their way out of the door and you sighed, calling out âNot you, James!â
The boy slowly walked back into the room, slamming the door shut behind him before he trotted over to you quickly. âIâm sorry, I didnât realise I went that-â âItâs fine. At least they bought the âlast nightâ thing, right?â
James chuckled, his nervous front falling apart as he regained comfort. He tugged at the large shirt of his you wore, nodding in agreement. âImagine if they were told about the two months.â You shuddered theatrically, smiling at him. âYeah, letâs save that for when weâre wasted.â
âIâm guessing youâre not coming to Hogsmeade? Mhm, Iâll stay with you then."
âOh yeah, âcause that wonât be suspicious at all.â
âWeâll tell them we decided to talk things out.â
You nodded slowly, processing the information. âIâll meet you in bed then?â
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Sirius Black x fwb!reader who wants more [966 words]
CW: fem!reader, reader tries to call it off with Sirius when she realizes she wants more, some slight angst for a minute, inspired by this great fic that came across my feed based off of a scene from Gilmore Girls
âOkay, one more time?â Sirius asks again, the heels of his palms pressing into his eyes that youâre sure have him seeing a kaleidoscope of colours.
You think you mightâve been tempted to laugh, were it not for the lump in your throat; were it not for the words heâs asking you to repeat again that took you nearly three weeks to build the courage up to say at all to begin with.Â
âIâŠI need this to stop.â You manage, mouth dry as you stare at the heather grey t-shirt heâs wearing instead of his face.Â
âThis,â he starts, hands falling to his hips as he tries and fails to make eye contact with you, âbeingâŠâ
âYou and me.â
âRight,â he agrees slowly, âyou and me beingâŠâ
You let out a breath and look to your left, chewing on your lip as you try to find a delicate way of saying âthe sex, Sirius.âÂ
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Wait wait wait remember that post about how Team Starkid/the Lang brothers are going to be comparable to Shakespeare 500 years from now and it was mostly played for laughs like yeah lol youâll need a paragraph of footnotes to explain the zefron poster but like
I donât think thatâs actually far off from how Starkidâs place in theatre history might play out and hereâs why. Just hear me out
Why is Shakespeare so popular today when he definitely wasnât the only playwright from that era? When heâs not even the only playwright from that era from England that we have surviving works from?
Two main reasons:
1) Shakespeareâs work is (relatively) universally relatable. The characters do things that are so fundamentally human. They make jokes at their friendsâ expense. They complain about being awkward in front of their crush. They have daddy issues. The plot lines of the plays arenât too complicated. The dick jokes land whether youâre watching in 1611 or 2024, and they probably still will in 2637. Shakespeareâs works are timeless because he didnât try to outsmart his audience. He wrote about things everyone could relate to rather than trying too hard to peacock his intellect in front of the nobility. This is not true of every playwright.
2) Shakespeare was really popular right around the time England started colonizing everything in sight. Copies of his work got shipped all around the world, translated into dozens of languages, performed probably thousands of times. Setting aside the moral implications of this, the important thing to note is that Shakespeare was about the most easily accessible English playwright during a time of rapid, intense globalization.
Meanwhile, Starkid:
1) Invests hard in meaningful, relatable character arcs instead of spectacle and expensive sets or costumes. Also, lowbrow, immature humor and dick jokes that make A Very Potter Sequel funny and enjoyable regardless of if youâve ever seen any other Harry Potter media in your life.
2) Posts professional recordings of their musicals to YouTube FOR FREE, making their shows about the easiest, best quality musical theatre you can get pretty much anywhere in the world, regardless of if your area has an active theatre scene. Proshots from other companies are rare and usually not free. Bootlegs are all well and good, but even if the video quality is alright (and thatâs a big if) the audio is usually garbage. Starkid has been posting the best quality free recordings they can afford since 2009, shortly after the birth of social media, another time of rapid, intense globalization.
In short, Iâm not saying that theatre historians in 500 years wonât remember any our current Broadway faves, but I am saying that in my opinion, Team Starkid is probably going to be more accessible for the general public. If youâre a 26th century English teacher trying to teach your class about narrative structure in 21st century theatre, what are you going to show your students? A bootleg of Hadestown with blurry video and garbage audio? Or the professional recording of Twisted, parts of which they will probably even enjoy, because even long after no one remembers Disneyâs Aladdin anymore, your class of 26th century 16-year-olds are still going to laugh at âNo One Remembers Achmed.â
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something gained {george weasley x reader}
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 summary: youâre a beater on the slytherin quidditch team, so naturally, george weasley is your worst enemy.
  genre: fluff
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 the crowds are loud this morning.
  much too loud for a nine am rise, in your opinion, though you appreciate their enthusiasm. the bellows echo through the changing rooms, rattling the walls, poking at your nerves like a teenager prodding a zit.
  you sit on the floor, your back against the wall. around you, your team buzzes, making battle plans to defeat gryffindor, but you can barely hear them over the paired chorus of the chants outside and your own heartbeat. sweat rushes to your palms, and you gingerly wipe them on your quidditch gear.
   âweâve got this one in the bag,â marcus flint says for what must be the seventeenth time since you first laid eyes on him this morning. âtheyâre not getting away this time. if we have to get violent, we will.â
  âand start the season off with a disqualification?â you pipe up. âwonderful game plan. very well thought out.â
   âitâs you who needs to listen up the most, l/n. youâre a beater - i want to see you causing damage.â
  you roll your eyes. âi cause damage every bloody game, flint. you donât have to tell me how to do my job.â
  flintâs lips curl into a frown, his dark eyes glaring at you. you refuse to meet them, instead picking up your beaters bat from the side and getting to your feet.
   âthe match starts in two minutes,â you point out. âare we gonna keep talking shit or are we gonna get out there and beat gryffindor?â
  much to flintâs dismay, itâs your tiny little speech that seems to get the slytherins riled up. they cheer, stampeding from the changing rooms, each giving you a warm clap on the shoulder on their way past. flint stays behind, glaring daggers into your head.
  you nod at the open door. âafter you, captain.â
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Unravel Me
Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU (Reincarnation) Series, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Slow burn
Summary: Remus Lupin never believed he had a soulmateâuntil one accidental touch shatters his carefully built walls. The wolf inside him has always known, but Remus refuses to accept that fate could be so cruel as to tie her to him. Haunted by longing and fear, he tries to run, but she is relentlessâwarmth slipping through the cracks, undoing him piece by piece. As desire wars with self-doubt, Remus must decide: fight fate or surrender to the one thing heâs always denied himself.
a/n: Hey! I've been sick recently and work was hectic, but here is the next chapter! hope you enjoy!
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Shared Sweaters and Failed First Impressions
Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader
Warnings: Alcohol, snogging, Sirius and Andromeda being good friends and good cousins which may, as a result, make you sad that they never actually got to be that since she didnât go to Hogwarts when he did but HEY its fanfic and I get to say that they did!
Request: please write a Remus x reader in which the reader is from a really old important pureblood family but on the down low isnât anything like them but comes across really cold (and like a bit of a mean girl) her and Remus get paired for a project & heâs all sweet & charming & she falls for him but gets mad & distant cause stupid Remus & his stupid perfect face & stupid wit & stupid beautiful eyes ruining her plan to fly under the radar until she can get away from her family but happy fluffy ending
A/N: WOWIE shes a long one, hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 7.3k
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The professor continued on but Remus had tuned it out as he searched the classroom for you, trying not to be annoyed that his friends had gotten paired up with each other. James glared at Peter wishing they could trade partners but he should be thankful he at least got paired with Sirius, though they would get nothing done.
You were sat with your friends, your hands folded neatly in front of you, eyes not leaving the front of the room still paying attention as the professor spoke. You had written down who your partner was on the corner of your notes, not bothered by it too much. Your friend to your right leaned in and whispered in your ear, some snide joke about Remus being your partner. The joke wasnât funny and neither was the way that they all proceeded to turn and look back at him with viscous grins on their faces.
Remus wasnât nervous to be paired with you, well he wasnât until that happened. He gulped realizing you were slightly more intimidating than he had thought, you were in Slytherin, you were a perfect and you were a pureblood, not to mention the top of the class, you would clearly have expectations he couldnât meet.
After class ended you walked to his table where he sat staring at you blankly.
âHi, Remus?â
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Never ending song - Sirius Black
summary: rockstar!reader - when your parents divorce, you decide to move to london to finish your last year of school, and take your music career there with you. what happens when you meet another pureblood rebel named sirius black. wc: 7.3k+ a/n: funnily enough this whole concept was inspired by The Ballad of the Witches Road from agatha all along being a protection spell.
WITCHES WEEKLY
In a twisting turn of events, rockstar y/n l/n ditches her parents amongst their divorce to move to London with her aunt.
A new light has been shed on rockstar y/n l/n since the beginning of her parentsâ divorce. The singer songwriter, famously known for her most recent album âHeart of Chaosâ was seen in court this week, finally showing her vulnerable side to the public, contrary to the heartthrob persona she usually puts on.
Her parents, two world renowned aurors have reportedly called it quits after more than twenty years together, and this week in another court hearing, a shocking event took place. When young adult y/n was asked by the court which of her guardians she would like to live with, the two parents broke out into an argument, causing the rockstar to have an astounding outburst. âShut up! Shut up! I donât want to live with either of you â I mean just look at you. One of you has a drinking problem so bad you shouldnât be allowed to work and the other works so much and is so controlling and insensitive that living alone would be better than living with you!â The unfolding truth about her fatherâs drinking problem has opened a new case which could potentially cost him his license as an auror.
L/nâs aunt, her godmother, lives in a remote area in London, and owns a very successful boutique in Diagon Alley, one of the most popular magical villages in the UK. The guardian was brought into court this Friday, and the judge confirmed that y/n would be living with her aunt until she becomes a legal adult, in which case the choice of her living situation will be up to her.
This means that for her last year of school, the popular singer-songwriter will be quitting her studies at the Ilvermorny Institute of Magic to begin a new journey after the Christmas holidays at the hight ranked school of magic in the world: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The real question is: what will this mean for her musical career? Will she change record labels, or go independent?
Siriusâs jaw went slack, the tea he had previously sipped dribbling out of his open mouth and onto the newspaper in front of him. He frantically wiped away at the liquid, muttering a âNo wayâ under his breath. âPadfoot that was absolutely disgustingâ Remus commented, throwing a napkin at Siriusâs face. James laughed, rearranging the glasses balancing on his nose, but Sirius quickly interrupted him. âNo, no, look at this!â He exclaimed, shoving the paper into Jamesâs unprepared hands. Lily and Remus, sat on either side of the quidditch player, leaned closer to James, reading the paper over each shoulder.
âOh hey, isnât she the girl whose music youâre obsessed with?â Lily pointed out, finger resting on the moving image of you in court, shaking your head disappointedly at your parents. Sirius nodded frantically, snatching the paper back from his friends. âThe popular singer-songwriter will be quitting her studies at the Ilvermorny Institute of Magic to begin a new journey after the Christmas holidays at the highest ranked school of magic in the world: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.â Sirius read out, a look of excitement on his face. âThis is great!â
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âThis is terrible.â You muttered two weeks later, arranging the tie adorning your neck. âI feel like I should have thought things out a little more before deciding to move halfway through my last year of school, right?â Your aunt laughed, shaking her head from where she sat on your bed across from you. âHogwarts is great, and Iâm sure youâll be a lot happier here than you were before.â You got off your bed, kneeling down to finally close your suitcase. âI hope so. I just wish they have something about spells in song. Itâs my favourite thing to learn about.â Your aunt hummed, helping you up from the floor and rearranging the tie on your chest. âWell, the student can always become the teacher.â She mumbled with a smile. âNow donât forget your jumper, youâre on the brink of missing your train.â You jumped up, grabbing said jumper alongside your suitcase and guitar case, ready to apparate to the station.
The station, bustling with magical activity, screamed of students excited to return to Hogwarts, with magical firecrackers flying across the platform and chocolate frogs escaping their packaging. Parents cuddled up nostalgically, remembering the first time theyâd dropped their children off here.
Platform 9 Ÿ.
You sighed, turning towards your godmother for the last time before youâd leave her until the summer. Wordlessly, she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. Shutting your eyes tightly to savour the quick moment with her, you were interrupted by a bright flashing light in your direction. All too familiar to the feeling, your eyes snapped open, exposing the reporter and her cameraman in front of you. You glared at the pair of them, letting go of your auntâs hug to flash her one last smile and a loving âBye byeâ before rushing onto the train, where you know the journalist wouldnât dare follow you.
"Rockstar y/n l/n shares tearful goodbyes with her godmother before hopping on the Hogwarts Express to mark the beginning of her witchcraft journey in the UK. Will she receive the same praise in the land of the Brits as in the United States, or will her career fall short? Itâs difficult to tell if the new audience will boost her sales due to its new exposure to her music, or if the teenagers of the UK will find l/n unrelatable. Only time will tellâŠ"
The whistle of the train had you jolting awake in your seat, looking around the empty compartment to make sense of your surroundings. Sighing, you blinked the fatigue away, observing the figures crowding the hallway of the train. You followed the packâs movements, gathering your suitcase just in time for the train to come to a halt, wheels screeching on the tracks as it settled on the platform, the door to the compartment slamming open. âNewbie, Iâm guessing?â You spun on your heels, eyeing the boy in front of you wearing green robes. âWhat gave it away?â He chuckled, nodding towards your suitcase. âLeave your stuff on the train.â You eyed him wearily, gaze wandering down the hallway to see if he was trying to fool you. Alas, none of the other students carried their luggage with them. Cautiously, you lifted your suitcase onto the seats next to you, deciding to trust the stranger.
The boy stuck his hand out in front of him, a strand of blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. âMalfoy. Lucius Malfoy.â You shook his hand with a thankful smile, introducing yourself to the pureblood. It didnât take long for you to notice the newspaper Malfoy carried under his armpit, making the carriage ride up to the castle uncomfortable, realisation of his previous knowledge of you dawning on you. At the glimpse of your smiling face in the paper, you wondered how they represented you today.
Were you the snobby pureblooded princess who threw away everything her parents did for her, or the poor, vulnerable teenager whose parents abandoned in the midst of their hatred for the other?
The castle was impressive, more so than Ilvermorny had been, you noted as you stepped foot in the entrance hall. You werenât surprised that Malfoy immediately left your side, catching a snippet of the remark he made to his friend who met him in the hall, beginning with âMate, youâll never guess whoâŠâ Instead, you allowed yourself to be whisked away by a tall, intimidating woman who suddenly appeared in front of you, summoning you with an ominous call of your name. You followed the nameless woman down the halls of Hogwarts until you stopped in front of two open double doors, tall enough to reach the high ceilings of the castle. The Great Hall was full of students, some of which were still taking their seats at their designated tables. You felt as though every single pair of eyes in the hall turned to look at you as you stood in the entryway. The view was somewhat more intimidating than your largest selling concert, despite the decrease in number of people.
Gulping, you let your gaze wander to the man sat at the centre of the teacherâs table, returning his steady stare. Albus Dumbledore. Youâd read books about him; his problematic backstory and the peopleâs tendencies to forgive and forget. Here he stood now, in charge of the next generation of wizards. You watched as he stood up, booming voice echoing in the hall as he gathered the studentsâ attention.
From the Gryffindor table, Sirius elbowed James, innocently sat next to him, desperately waiting for dinner after a rigorous snow fight with the other marauders. James hissed, turning towards Sirius, who redirected his gaze towards the doors of the Great Hall, where you stood.
âMate she looks scary.â James muttered, eyes glued to your fixated glare, your overconfident posture, your perfectly manicured nails. âYeah.â Sirius sighed in amazement.
Ironically enough, your composure communicated the exact opposite of what you were feeling. You had to consciously keep the muscles in your legs flexed otherwise you were sure theyâd be seen shaking from the other end of the hall. You kept your hands flat against the sides of your thighs to ensure you didnât nervously fiddle with anything, only moving your hand to flick your hair over your shoulder because it was itching the side of your neck uncomfortably. âOh she thinks sheâs so much better than us.â Sirius heard a girl mumble further down the table, watching as your beautiful hair was swept behind your shoulder.
âStudents of Hogwarts!â Dumbledore began, silencing everyone in the hall. âWelcome back! I hope youâve had a wonderful winter holiday. As Iâm sure many of you have heard, we are starting the new year with a new student to join our community of witches and wizards. To welcome her, she needs to go through the rite of passage that every student here at Hogwarts has gone through. Miss L/N, would you please step up to be sorted into your Hogwarts house?â
âYouâre joking.â
The hall erupted in laughter at your comment, which had come out much louder than youâd intended, and Sirius heard the girl whoâd previously made a comment on you now say âNever mind, sheâs so right about that.â Your head snapped to the tall Professor next to you, eyes desperately looking for her to tell you that Dumbledore was, in fact, just joking. However, she only smiled sympathetically at you, putting a hand on your shoulder to softly nudge you down the hall. In an attempt to ignore the eyes following each step you took, you observed the different tables around you. Blue, red, green and yellow. God, you didnât care where you were put as long as it wasnât the yellow one. That colour didnât go with any of your clothes.
Your heels echoed on the stairs, and you almost rolled your eyes at the sight of the stool placed in the centre of the platform. It was too clichĂ©. You sat down, folding one leg over the other before the same old Professor approached you, this time carrying an old, filthy hat. You returned your gaze to the rest of the hall, watching each pair of eyes scan your body before your vision was stolen, and you welcomed the darkness. The sorting hat was heavy on your head, and a few sizes too big, you realised, feeling the tickle of the hatâs rim against your nose.
âEeny, meeny, miny, moe, I know just where you should go.â What the fuck? âOh give me a break, Iâm just trying to make this a little fun.â Fun? The hatâs raspy voice echoed in your mind, and you almost fell into a trance as it scanned through all your memories. Like a movie, a certain memory displayed itself in your brain, your very own voice echoing in your head. âShut up! Shut up! I donât want to live with either of you!â âMhm, confrontational, rebellious.â The hat murmured in your mind before ultimately yelling out:
âGRYFFINDOR!â
Sirius was the first one on his feet, cheering you on as you made your way down the steps and towards the table. He tried hiding his disappointment when you were whisked away by a group of girls in his year group towards the front of the table, greeting you with welcoming smiles. Halfway through dinner, Lily had to scold him for how often he glanced your way.
On the way back to the common room, Sirius sped up, trying to catch up with you while dragging James and Remus with him by the wrists. The crowded hallways were the cause of Sirius's lack of success, and he huffed loudly when he couldnât manage to slip past someone, the gap between you and him increasing as people pushed past him. When he finally made his way through the Fat Ladyâs portrait, he grinned widely, eyes scanning the cozy common room, only for the smile to fall from his face when he couldnât spot you in any of the seventh year studentsâ usual spots.
He was too late; youâd already been whisked away to your dorm.
It was only a week later that heâd managed to finally speak to you, despite sharing most classes with you. Mary and Marlene had clearly become close to you, and youâd even gotten to meet Lily, but Sirius? Well, you had no idea who he was.
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Sirius, Remus and James were late to class. They had been doing so well with being on time and avoiding useless detentions, a resolution they had made together for the new year. They rounded the corner of the hallway, panting loudly as they ran, trying to catch the stairs before they shifted again, which would inevitably make them even later.
You sat on the stairs with a bored expression, leaning your chin on your hand, your bag on the floor next to you. You had gotten here a few minutes ago, and just like the three marauders, had missed the stairs. Loud groans pulled you out of your train of thoughts, looking up to see where the voice had come from to find three boys your age â the marauders. They were all panting: Remus had his hands on his hips, head thrown back to catch his breath, and James had crouched down, leaning his head on the stairâs railing. âYou alright?â The mysterious boy caught your attention. He stood nearly directly behind you and had long curly hair and a sweet smile, though his eyebrows were pulled together in concern at the sight of you sat alone on the stairs. Just like his other two friends, his chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, cheeks slightly rosy. You nodded softly âYeah, gave up trying to find my way to class ten minutes ago.â Sirius chuckled, moving to sit down next to you. You could hear his heavy breathing, but he still asked âWhat class do you have next?â
Sirius knew what class you had next.
You had transfigurations, same as him. But you hadnât noticed that you shared the class with the boy, unlike him, who had internally cheered when you first walked into the transfigurations classroom. âTransfigurations. Marlene gave me a tour of this whole place like a week ago but I still canât get my head wrapped around it.â
âYou let Marlene give you a tour?â Remusâs voice suddenly sprung up, causing you to look at Sirius in confusion. He felt his heart surge as he realised you were looking at him to clarify. You had instantly chosen to trust him. âWas I not supposed to?â Sirius shrugged with a smile, âSheâs just not the most⊠knowledgeable person of the castle. She still gets lost getting from the common room to the Great Hall sometimes.â Your laugh surprised him, and you reached a hand out to him, saying âIâm y/n, by the way.â Siriusâs grin widened impossibly as he shook your hand, introducing himself and the marauders behind him.
âWell, weâll walk you to class. Weâve got McGonagall too.â You shook your head at Siriusâs offer, pushing yourself off the ground to stand up. âNo way Iâm going class 15 minutes late. Iâm not waiting to be humiliated in front of a full class of people who probably already know who I am.â
âFair enough.â Sirius stated, mimicking your movements. You shot him a look from the corner of your eye. âI take it you know who I am then?â Siriusâs cheeks darkened, but he didnât let the exposure humiliate him. Youâd think he was pathetic. He puffed his chest out confidently. âYou could say Iâm an avid enjoyer of your music. But that doesnât make you any different to the next guy.â With the smile that blossomed on your face, someone would have thought that Sirius gave you the most flattering compliment. âOkay, good to know, Mr. Sirius.â
âBlack.â He added, âSirius Black.â Your eyes widened slightly at the name. Pureblood, you noted. One of the sacred 28. You both looked at each other with acknowledgment. He knew who you were, and you knew who he was. You took the silent moment to take in his features: striking silver jewellery on his fingers and around his neck, you spotted tattoos creeping up the collar of his uniform. A rebel. As his eyes bore into yours, you instantly knew there was a mutual understanding between you. And without another word, you were turning the corner to the next hallway and disappearing from Siriusâs sight until the evening came.
You lingered at the bottom of the stairwell to the girlsâ dormitories, debating on making an approach or not. You liked Sirius. He obviously related to the parental pressure, and didnât care too much about you no matter how much he liked your music. And he had style. Realistically, it was also about time to make friends other than your dorm-mates and their one friend. You imagined that no matter what happened, it wouldnât be worse than your interaction with Malfoy. âSorry.â You muttered, moving away from the staircase to let some girls make their way up to their dorms.
Feeling the girls look back at you, you mustered the courage you had to stroll across the common room towards where Sirius sat with his intimidating group of friends. The group turned their attention to you as you approached them, and you ignored the nerves building up in your gut, instead saying âHeyâ, though it was mainly pointed towards Sirius. The boy was already making space for you to sit down next to him before you had the chance to ask. You were grateful when the others around you carried on with their conversations, turning towards Sirius. âHey Sirius, do you know if thereâs an extracurricular or something about spells in song?â The boy in front of you furrowed his eyebrows as though he had never heard of the concept before, and you knew that was a bad sign.
âYou know, like when protection or love spells are, like, weaved into music?â Sirius straightened up in front of you, whisper yelling âWhat? Wait, do you do that with your songs?â You felt your face heat up and leaned back into the cushiony couch. âKind of. Iâm trying â learning.â
Unfortunately, Sirius had let you know that he hadnât heard of such thing in the castle. In fact, he didnât think that spells in song was a concept known between wizard and witches in the UK. That would be something youâd have to change. However, he was kind enough to lead you to the library, where he insisted on staying with you to find all your books on the subject so that youâd have someone to guide you back to the common room. It was so that you wouldnât get lost again, obviously.
The library didnât seem to have much on the topic, despite its grand size. You sighed, putting the books youâd found on the table in front of you. Your aunt seemed to stand correct, the student was becoming the teacher. Sirius sat patiently at the table, watching you ponder silently for a moment. You opened the first book, scanning its table of contents, before shutting it closed again. âThis isnât going to work.â You mumbled, putting both hands on your hips. You chose one of the textbooks at random, shoving it in your bag and gesturing for Sirius to follow you. You trotted out of the library, ignoring Siriusâs claim that you had to sign the book out. âIâm just borrowing it!â You exclaimed, taking the first flight of stairs up. Sirius had trouble catching up with you, and was quickly lured into a hallway he didnât recognise. A hallway on the fifth floor.
âWhat are we doing up here?â He asked, breathing heavily. You ignored his question, instead whispering under your breath âWhere is it?â Sirius matched your pace as you came to a slow walk, pacing in circles around the same pillar. âI swear it was here.â âWhat was here?â Sirius asked, watching you. But his question was quickly answered for him when a big wooden door appeared on the empty wall in front of you both. Matching gasps left your lips, and Sirius cautiously watched as you walked up to the door, placing a hand on its peeling paint. âThe music room.â You mumbled, finally pushing the door open.
Sirius followed you through the wooden door, jumping slightly when it slammed close behind him. His breath had been taken away. The room was enormous. It had a stage with a grand piano and several percussion and string instruments littered around the room. There were even muggle microphones, which he knew you often used in concerts, contrary to the normal amplification spell.
In all seven years at Hogwarts, Sirius and the marauders had restlessly tried looking for this room: the room of Come and Go. They had read about it, doubting its existence after years of failure. And here you were, not even three weeks into your time at Hogwarts, and you had found it. âThis isnât a music room,â Sirius started, looking around. Your footsteps came to a halt, and you spun around to face him with your eyebrows raised. âThis is the room of requirements. I never thought I'd live to see it.â Sirius returned his attention to you, a glint in his eyes like he was eleven, seeing Honeydukes for the first time. Heâd have to take you there one day.
âIt gives you a room you want the most. And you⊠You really want somewhere to play your music.â He guessed, eyes filled with empathy. You hummed. âNot just play. Write, compose. Sing too loud sometimes and embarrass myself.â Sirius laughed, and you joined in until a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. You spun on your feet and ran towards the stage, putting your hands on the floor of the stage and jumping so you could roll onto the elevated surface. Sirius followed you, equal ecstasy in his movements. Sirius sighed, staying laid down on the ground.
You grinned down at Sirius, a microphone now in your hand, and asked âDo you play any instruments, Mr. Black?â Siriusâs cheeks bloomed with a bright blush, and he sat up straight, shyly muttered âI play the piano.â You laughed, nodding at his words âOkay, I see. Pureblood parents force you to play? Let me guess, you have a sibling and they play the violin.â Sirius scoffed, muttering âShut upâ as he stood up, though his bold smile didnât budge.
âI have skills. Iâll show you.â You hummed, unconvinced, watching as Sirius sat down in front of the grand piano, fingers skillfully resting on the keys. His fingers danced across the keys, and despite the years itâs been since heâs touched the instrument, he didnât make a single mistake, shutting his eyes as he let the music flow through his veins. Sirius opened his eyes to glance up at you, and when he spotted the mesmerised smile on your face, he felt his fingers press all the wrong keys, causing an unpleasant sound to fill the room. âSorry!â You both cried out, and Sirius furrowed his eyebrows at you. âI distracted you, I didnât mean to.â Sirius shook his head, gesturing a hand towards you. âItâs your turn now.â
You and Sirius spent all night in the room of requirements, playing music and trying to teach him how to play the guitar. He took a particular interest in the electric one, which you immediately thought suited him. He was more than just a piano player. Sirius was a rockstar, whether he knew it yet or not.
âSo tell me about this spell in song thing.â Sirius brought up after a long break from music. You had just returned from the kitchens, thankfully not too far from this hidden room, and had only narrowly missed some Professor who was doing their rounds. âWell, from what Iâve learned, you can either make the music to a song a spell, so that when the instruments are played together, a spell is cast. Or it could be the lyrics that are the spell. The difference between that and a normal spell is that the lyrics are real words, but our spells that we cast as witches and wizards are mostly latin. Never the spoken language that we use. But then it gets complicated, because if someone wants to replicate the spell, everything has to be the same. Each note, each harmony. Otherwise, the spell risks being a curse.â
Sirius was silent. He didnât even have any questions. âHave you heard of the Ballad of the Witchesâ Road?â You asked, and the boy nodded âYou recorded your own version of it.â You grinned, nodding eagerly. âWell, the song was written centuries ago â no one knows by who or where it was written, but it became crazy popular. The original song wasnât a spell, but then each version of it that was created afterwards had its own different spell. The sacred chant version uses the chant itself as the spell, but in the version that is most popular now, the guitar solo is a protection spell. I donât know how it works, I really donât.â Siriusâs mouth was gaped open, a silent question lingering in the air, but you refused to answer it if he didn't explicitly ask you. âAnd in your version?â
You cleared your throat, looking down at the guitar in front of you. âIn my version, my voice is a love spell. I played it to my parents in hopes that they would fall back in love. Clearly, it didnât work.â
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Over the next couple of weeks, youâd decided that youâd asked Sirius to come up with you to your music room too often. You were being a burden. If he wanted to come with you, he could always ask. Youâd grown fond of the boy, and even his friends, though you never asked to sit with them. At breakfast, Sirius would wave you over, and youâd happily sit next to him, smiling and nodding along to the conversation, only ever speaking if a question was directed towards you.
In lessons, youâd sit and write song lyrics in a note book you took with you everywhere, and Professors loved to target you with bombardments of questions. Youâd shut your book, tilt your head to the side and flawlessly answer every question thrown at you. They hated it, but it made Sirius smile. He was lucky that while people admired you in the hallways, he could call out your name, jog up next to you and hold enjoyable conversations with you. He even ditched his friends to go to Hogsmeade with you. When heâd asked you to come with the group, you stared at your hands, declining his offer respectfully.
âHow about just us, then?â
âSirius, you donât have to ditch your friends for me.â
âBut you are my friend.â
It hadnât been a very successful outing, despite you and Sirius having a wonderful time. He took you to Honeydukes and smiled at the amazed expression on your face when you gasped. You dragged him over to the music store and signed a record of your album a young girl was buying. But when you both finally decided it was time to cozy up with a butterbeer, arms linked together, you met unpleasant company at the door of the three broomsticks.
Years of experience allowed you to spot reporters and journalists from a mile away. You stopped in your tracks, pulling Sirius back by the arm you had hooked with yours. âHey, whatâs wrong?â He had asked, following your line of sight. âSirius, those are-â But it was too late, because they had finally seen you. The lady immediately sped towards you with a list of questions she was ready to ask whilst the man next to her pulled out an expensive camera and immediately started taking photos, the flash blinding you each time it went off. Sirius instantly tried shielding you from the pair, his hand slipping into yours so you wouldnât lose him. Sirius dragged you into the popular pub, and by magic, Madame Rosemerta appeared and locked the door before the reporters could enter.
Sirius had immediately asked you if you were okay, but his question was drowned out by laughs coming from the other side of the pub. It was the same blond boy who had met you on the train, with his insolent group of friends who were joking about the encounter. Well, now you knew exactly who had ratted you out to the reporters. âHere, sweetheart.â Had said Sirius as he offered you a fresh butterbeer, but your mood had already been spoiled, and all you wanted to do was return to the castle.
âLook, Sirius, youâre wonderful, and Iâve had so much fun but-â your consistent glances towards the door had given what you wanted to say away, and Sirius nodded again. âHey, Iâll walk back with you, okay?â Thankfully, the reporters were already gone by the time you left the pub, and you dug around in your pocket to pay Sirius for the butterbeer. âDonât be ridiculous.â He had said, rejecting your two silver sickles.
Once in the castle once more, you hid in your dorm for the rest of the day, dreading the headline that would be on the papers tomorrow. Maybe they would scare Sirius away and heâll stop spending time with you. Fuck, that would be the worst thing to ever happen to you, you thought, digging your head into your pillow.
You were very aware of your blooming feelings towards the curly-headed boy. In fact, every time you sat alone, or even in a lesson, and picked up a pencil, the only song lyrics you could thing about writing were about him. He invaded your mind, and usually, you wouldnât complain about having some inspiration, but now? Well, you liked him so much you wanted him to collaborate on your music with you, to sing and to play with you. But you couldnât do that if every single song you wrote was about falling head over heels for him.
Downstairs in the common room, Sirius was clenching his fists over the incident with the reporter. He went on about how youâd had so much fun together, all for it to be ruined by a two-minute encounter. âThat shouldnât happen to anyone! Fuck, I swear Iâll beat Malfoy up.â He said to his friends, letting his head fall back on the couch. James looked at him empathetically, but after a moment of silence, he shot a look to the other marauder who sat across from them, an idea suddenly popping up in his mind. Remus was already holding a quill in hand, parchment laid out in front of him.
âHey, instead of beating that blond bitch up, how about we do something worse?â
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THE DAILY PROPHET
Heart of Chaos? More like heart of romance!
The young rockstar y/n l/n was seen cozying up with pureblood rebel Sirius Black at Hogsmeade on Sunday. As seen in the image, the couple was very physically close to each other, making fans wonder what is going on behind closed doors. Though we only have limited information on the topic, an anonymous source at Hogwarts has revealed to us this piece of information:
âSirius Black is the only person sheâll speak to. Everyone is so welcoming to her, but she either spends time alone writing things, or she spends time with him. Heâs probably the inspiration for her new album. I mean, you know how it is, the girlâs last album was literally called âHeart of Chaosâ! All she does is probably write about boys!â
Everyoneâs eyes were on you on Monday during breakfast, watching as you read the article about your so called love life. The worst part of the article wasnât the assumption that you and Sirius were together, or that you were having sex âbehind closed doorsâ. No, it was the assumption that your last album had been about boys when it had truly been about broken trust and personal healing. Hence, the Heart of Chaos.
Sirius noticed you hadnât had anything to eat for breakfast, so when he saw you abruptly stand up, he pocketed an apple to bring to you later. He just hoped that Malfoy came down for breakfast before you left.
And indeed, an unrecognisable Lucius Malfoy ran down to the Great Hall just as you turned to face the entrance. Loud gasps and laughter was heard instantly at the sight of the disheveled teenager. Lucius had been transformed into your number one fan. His face had been made up for him to resemble a rock fan. A big, glittery, red star was painted around his eye, the other one sporting bold eyeshadow and liner. He wore heavy lashes that he couldn't tear off, and the best bit? Every single piece of clothing in the boyâs closet had been turned into merchandise you recently launched to promote your tour beginning this summer. In a desperate attempt to appear anywhere near normal, Lucius had begged Evan to lend him clothes, but the second he pulled the uniform on, it had also been transfigured into more merch.
âWhat have you done to me!?â He screamed over the laughter, marching over to the Gryffindor table, his gaze fixed on the marauders. You took confident strides towards Lucius until you stood right in front of him, blocking his route towards the three boys. The hall went silent when you put your hands on your hips, everyone listening closely to what you had to say. âAnd for the record, Malfoy, my last album wasnât about boys, which I thought you might know considering you have been so far up my ass recently, you could practically see what I had for dinner last night.â You walked away from Malfoy as he stood in the middle of the Great Hall, an embarrassed flush on his face.
âDonât worry,â Announced Sirius, standing up and beginning to follow you. âIt wears off after 72 hours⊠I think.â
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Sirius was only able to find you a few hours later in the room of requirements, separated by clashing schedules. Sirius pulled the apple out of his pocket, offering it to you when he finally reached you. âDidnât see you eat this morning.â You jumped at the sound of Siriusâs voice, a wide smile on our face as you shut your book, pushing it aside and making space for Sirius next to you. When Sirius sat, he wasnât expecting you to throw your arms around him, engulfing him in a tight hug. âThank you.â You mumbled into the crook of his neck. âHey, why should you be embarrassed for something he did? Also, Iâve got to say your comment was beautiful.â âWhat, about him seeing my dinner?â Sirius laughed as you let go of him, throwing an arm around you and tugging you in closer to him.
âSo, it doesnât change anything for you?â You whispered to him, afraid of his response. âWhy would a little gossipy article change anything for me? Whatever this is, it doesnât need a reporter to put labels on it. So, tell me what youâre working on.â âI- just a song.â Sirius heard the wobble in your voice, but decided not to ask about it, watching as you wiped at your eyes. âUm, a song I actually wanted you to sing.â Sirius made a sound of surprise in his throat. âLove, you know I donât sing.â Your laugh surprised him. âYes you do, you just donât know it yet.â
Sirius watched as you jumped up from your place on the couch âThis song is a little different to what I usually write and perform.â You told him, pulling out your wand and grabbing the sheets of music from the table. You muttered a spell, enchanting each instrument to play its own part before you finally grabbed your electric guitar and lyric sheet.
The second your fingers strummed the guitar, all the instruments came to life in a melody that Sirius instantly knew would change the world as you knew it. Then, you began singing the lyrics, your voice as light as an angel for a tune that didnât match it.
âI wanted to be with you alone
And talk about the weather,â
And Sirius was instantly in love. Not that he hadnât been before, no. Sirius had realised that meeting his heroes wasnât always a bad thing since he sat down with you in the middle of a staircase. Youâd looked at him with angel eyes, looking to him for comfort when speaking to his other friends. Sirius was lost in a trance as you observed him now as you sang, watching for each and every reaction. You cleared your throat nervously when you got to the chorus.
âSomething happens and I'm head over heels
I never find out until I'm head over heels
Something happens and I'm head over heels
Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart
Don't, don't, don't throw it awayâ
Siriusâs mouth was agape. He pieced the song together, you figured. He stood up from his spot, walking over to you and putting his hands on your guitar. The second you stopped playing, the rest of the instruments died down too, putting an end to your never ending song. You let Sirius take your guitar from you, passing the thick strap over your head so he could put it to the side. âYou want me to sing it?â Sirius whispered, his face mere inches away from yours. You nodded âCan only imagine it in your voice.â
âYou know, it's fitting, because I really am head over heels for you.â You gasped at Siriusâs words, moving your gaze down to your feet but his hand was already at your chin, gently pushing your chin up so you could meet his eyes again. âI really wanted to kiss you in the great hall today.â You muttered, and Sirius grinned. âSo did I. I love myself a woman who will stand up for herself.â âSo youâll sing the song?â
âHow about you let me get that kiss first?â You felt your cheeks get hot as Sirius leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your hands immediately gripped his crinkled uniform shirt, pulling his chest flat against yours. He moved a hand to the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in your mouth. You pressed yourself onto your tippy toes, but just as you wrapped your arms around Siriusâs shoulders, he broke the kiss, saying with a wide grin âHow about you teach me this song, yeah?â
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WIZARDS WEEKLY
Y/N L/N has begun her âHeart of Chaos: World Tourâ, and fans were not surprised to see who she brought on stage.
Rumours of the singer-songwriterâs romance with Sirius Black started when she first moved to England to live with her aunt. The couple were spotted in Scotlandâs very own Hogsmeade village, near the Hogwarts castle. Those rumours started around February 1978, and it is now September. The rockstarâs first show of the year-long tour was last night on June 10th, and fans went absolutely crazy. To open her second set l/n brought Sirius Black, her rumoured boyfriend, on stage with her, and they sang their newest collaborative song âHead over Heelsâ.
In a recent interview, l/n shared that her tour would be the start of something big, and it seems as though âHead over Heelsâ is the beginning of that. The singer said that whilst she wrote and produced the entire song and its music, she felt as though the song would be perfect for someone else â that someone whom we now know is Sirius Black. However, when the pair of wizards sang âHead over Heelsâ together, a strange phenomenon occurred. It seemed as though people in the audience became calmer, and there was more than one instance of people kissing during the audience. Whilst this isnât exactly odd during concerts, our reporters noticed that this only occurred during the one song, and nowhere else in the show.
Experts are theorising that y/n l/n isnât only one of the most talented artists of this new generation, but one of the most powerful witches too, embedding spells in songs, for instance, a love spell in 'Head over Heels'. This is often seen in music in North America, however l/n is introducing it to the rest of the world for the first time.
Sirius Black stayed with her on stage for the rest of the show, singing background vocals and playing the electric guitar to create the most magical duet people have witnessed in a long time. At the end of the show, they confirmed the old rumours started by an anonymous source, sharing a passionate kiss on stage in front of thousands upon thousands of fans. l/n revealed what the tour was starting â or rather ending, during the final moments of her first show of the âHeart of Chaos: World Tourâ.
This tour would be her last as a solo artist.
At the end of the tour, she will be joining a group called âMarauders of Mischiefâ, in which her boyfriend Sirius Black will be the lead guitarist. l/n and Black revealed to us that the other three members of the band would be Remus Lupin, James Potter and Marlene McKinnon, all of whom l/n met whilst she studied at Hogwarts for less than a year. When asked in an interview about how this band was formed, l/n opened up about a lot of details.
Y/N L/N: Truly, I didnât speak to Remus, James or Marls much when I was at Hogwarts. But towards the end of the year, I opened up more, and when they discovered that Sirius and I were writing music together, they showed an interest. We spent a day in the music room together, and we instantly knew that we were forming a band. And Jamesâs lovely fiancĂ©, one of my best friends, Lily Evans is our manager, and you know, itâs the six of us against the world. I donât want to spoil too much, but since Iâve become an independent artist, theyâve been helping me â and Sirius â out with this tour. So theyâre on tour with us right now as our sort of âbackstage teamâ which means that we get to spend every day together. And that means weâve spent a lot of time writing and producing music. So, stay tuned for what we release.
Coming circa 1979.
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âȘâȘUnravel Me
Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU (Reincarnation) Series, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Slow burn
Summary: Remus Lupin never believed he had a soulmateâuntil one accidental touch shatters his carefully built walls. The wolf inside him has always known, but Remus refuses to accept that fate could be so cruel as to tie her to him. Haunted by longing and fear, he tries to run, but she is relentlessâwarmth slipping through the cracks, undoing him piece by piece. As desire wars with self-doubt, Remus must decide: fight fate or surrender to the one thing heâs always denied himself.
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Chapter Five: Hogsmeade
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Unravel Me
Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU (Reincarnation) Series, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Slow burn
Summary: Remus Lupin never believed he had a soulmateâuntil one accidental touch shatters his carefully built walls. The wolf inside him has always known, but Remus refuses to accept that fate could be so cruel as to tie her to him. Haunted by longing and fear, he tries to run, but she is relentlessâwarmth slipping through the cracks, undoing him piece by piece. As desire wars with self-doubt, Remus must decide: fight fate or surrender to the one thing heâs always denied himself.
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Chapter Four: This Is Me Trying
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Unravel Me
Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU (Reincarnation) Series, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Slow burn
Summary: Remus Lupin never believed he had a soulmateâuntil one accidental touch shatters his carefully built walls. The wolf inside him has always known, but Remus refuses to accept that fate could be so cruel as to tie her to him. Haunted by longing and fear, he tries to run, but she is relentlessâwarmth slipping through the cracks, undoing him piece by piece. As desire wars with self-doubt, Remus must decide: fight fate or surrender to the one thing heâs always denied himself.
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Chapter Three: An Olive Branch
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By the time Remus made his way back to the Gryffindor common room it was well past curfew. There were a few perks that came with being a prefect. One of them being that when professors saw him past curfew, sans usual troublesome company, they tended to do little more than offer a passing nod.Â
It wasnât that they didnât suspect anything. He was, after all, best mates with James Potter and Sirius Black. But Remus had a reputation for being the responsible one, the voice of reason, the one who reeled them in when they took things too far. There was also the added detail that the faculty knew about his situation and often let the young lycanthrope meander in all his gloomy glory.Â
Remus should have known what would be awaiting him when he entered the common room. It was mostly empty, save for a few straggling students and one black dog sprawled across the couch nearest to the fireplace.
Sirius.Â
Of course the mutt would be waiting for him.Â
Sirius, for as brash as he could be, was loyal to a fault. It was something Remus had learned early onâbefore he even understood why someone like Sirius Black had latched onto him of all people in any way other than a dorm mate. Before he realized that once Sirius considered you his, there was no shaking him, no escaping his unwavering devotion.
Which meant that no matter how much of an arse he had been earlier, no matter how much he had pushed and prodded, Sirius was still here. Waiting. Because thatâs what he did.
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Unravel Me
Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU (Reincarnation) Series, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Slow burn
Summary: Remus Lupin never believed he had a soulmateâuntil one accidental touch shatters his carefully built walls. The wolf inside him has always known, but Remus refuses to accept that fate could be so cruel as to tie her to him. Haunted by longing and fear, he tries to run, but she is relentlessâwarmth slipping through the cracks, undoing him piece by piece. As desire wars with self-doubt, Remus must decide: fight fate or surrender to the one thing heâs always denied himself.
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Chapter One: "There You Are"
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Of course, Remus believed in soulmates. It would be a little silly not to. He turned into a monster once a monthâwhat was a cosmic thread tying two souls together compared to that? He didnât believe he had one, though. Soulmates were for people who were whole, untouched by the kind of jagged, cruel things that shaped him.
He had come to terms with it a long time ago, accepted that whatever force decided these things would overlook him. He wasn't bitter about it, not really. It was just the way things were. Some people were made to belong to someone else, and some people were made to be alone.
Remus just so happened to be the latter.
And truly, it was a mercy. A soulmate was meant to be a safe place, a harbor against the stormâbut he was the storm, wasnât he? Unpredictable, dangerous, leaving destruction in his wake whether he meant to or not. What kind of love could he offer when his own hands were stained with the wreckage of his worst nights?
No, fate had been kind to him, in its own cruel way. If he had a soulmate, he would have only ruined them.
Sometimesâthough heâd take the secret to his graveâhe let himself wonder.
When he lay in bed, aching and raw, skin too tight over bruised ribs, exhaustion pressing down on him like a second skin, the thought crept in. It was easy to ignore in the daylight, easy to pretend he didnât care. But in the dead of night, when sleep wouldnât come and the silence was too loud, he wondered.
What would it be like to have someone who stayed? Someone who didnât turn away when the worst of him bled through the cracks? Someone who saw himâevery jagged, broken pieceâand chose to love him anyway?
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The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.
IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!
There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.
I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.
SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?
Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.
And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...
A snake and his little bird
Regulus Black x fem! sunshine! reader (gn! version)
Summary: Y/n has been keeping her relationship with a certain Black brother secret, but when James starts investigating why she's always stealing the map she's in hot water
Warnings: swearing, some angst, hurt comfort established relationships (reader x regulus, wolfstar), kissing, mentions of food, eating, sex, toxic family and abuse
A/n:Â 4.1k words, reader is in regulus' year but is a marauder and like them a Gryffindor x thank you for the request! Enjoy đ
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You doodled in the margin of your parchment, mostly little drawings representing you and your friends animagus forms. A stag for James, a dog sitting in a crescent moon for Sirius and Remus and a rat laying a top of a cheese block for Peter
You were just adding detail to the wings of your own form when a little bit of paper landed in front of you. Looking up at the professor you saw he was still droning on about some kind of charm, merlin did you hope Flitwick would be back soon because this guy suckedÂ
Although one silver lining was with him not paying attention you could unfold the paper, smiling as you instantly recognised the impeccable handwriting
You look pretty today
Glancing to your right you see Regulus sitting with Barty at the other end of the classroom, Barty seems to be busy trying to do what seems like origami while Regulus is already subtly looking at you
You scrawl on the paper holding it up, you say that every day, you bite your lip
Hold on, I need to restock on tissues đ€§
âFallingâ - Regulus Black x Original Female Character (Part 7)
Description: Sometimes the most unexpected friendships become the ones that mean the most. This was true for Lilia Arianwen Llewellyn and Regulus Black. A pureblood Slytherin from a noble family and a half-blood Gryffindor whoâs wizard father fell for a muggle. After maintaining a secret friendship from their third year which began to fade at the end of their fifth year, the pairs return to Hogwarts for their penultimate year will change their lives forever.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of jealousy, the lightest lightest smutty make out ever (16+ as nothing graphic at all and basically just a make out)
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I'm so investeddddd omgggggh so gooodddd. And Regulus over here being a big ol baby and stuff and I'm like, "we were finally getting somewhere with you expressing yourself and then you're like oh um uhhh" I cannot wait for the next partttt