get to know me meme: [5/5] favorite relationships = Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks (Harry Potter)
Remus, so often melancholy and lonely, was first amused, then impressed, then seriously smitten by the young witch. He had never fallen in love before.

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get to know me meme: [5/5] favorite relationships = Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks (Harry Potter)
Remus, so often melancholy and lonely, was first amused, then impressed, then seriously smitten by the young witch. He had never fallen in love before.
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Β Β Β Β Β β iβm not. β words are soft spoken, shattered in a way. this dark and dreadful secret heβs held onto far too long is deep and festering inside him. it might have been cathartic if it didnβt feel like scraping the words out of his throat was akin to swallowing broken glass. some secrets are never meant to be told. theyβre meant to be kept as a toxic lover. exasperating wounds with surgical precision and cutting every stitch over the wounds of the past until the guilt bleeds out too heavily to deny and they leave you in an early grave. you die alone. you die lonely. save for the guilt thatβs left the other side of the bed cold as ice for as long as you can remember. he tells himself itβs selfish to tell themβ but itβs more selfish to hold it inside. to keep the truth from them and continue to allow them to believe heβs anything more than a selfish coward.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β eyes close when the wand is turned upon him, but his expression isnβt one of calm, nor one of contentment. it might be what he wants but it doesnβt entirely erase his fears of the unknown that might lie beyond the mortal coil. itβs the face of a stranger wearing peterβs skin, a bit too gaunt, a little too agedβ remus isnβt the only one so thoroughly aged by the ravages of war. itβs the face of a man broken and defeated. one of acceptance and weariness but not without fear as the blood continues to trickle down his torn throat. kill me. kill me. kill me. please remus, have mercy. the words echo through his mind at an agonizing volume, drowning out thought for a moment. the world swims, the air too thick to breathe, another shock of pain ripping through his systemβ heβs supposed to be keeping calm but there is no peace that awaits him now or ever again. not since he was nineteen years old and shaking with fear and on the tipping point of what he was sure was the end of his life.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β knees crack as heβs thrown to the floor of a dimly lit room. heβs bloody. dressed in rags. skin is swollen, bruised, littered with cuts. his bones have been broken and mended only to be broken more times than he can count. tissue screams with the effort of existence, wrists jarring as he tries to catch himself to spare the pain of his head making contact with the ground once more. for weeks heβs been in the merciless hands of the dark robed figures, surrounded by laughter and muttering and taunts of the fate that will befall him. he is but a child. one year out of school hardly even a soldier though he bears the cross of it. the crushing weight of the lives of others balanced so precariously on his shoulders that are bowing and collapsing through these trials. he is no atlas, no herculesβ far from a grecian hero, heβs a tragedy in the making. hardly even a martyr for the fact that many members of the order would likely believe the shy chubby boy had run off rather than finish his mission. perhaps the boys heβs come to know as family, as brothers, will know better but he knows that their voices alone wonβt be enough. not in the midst of a war thatβs bigger than them all. bigger than the martyrs. than the bodies in the streets. than the paranoia that shadows them all. theyβre outnumbered, theyβre losing, but they have no time to mourn the lost or the missing. poor peter pettigrew wonβt even be allowed the luxury of mourning the loss of the life he might have had.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β blood is expelled onto the floor with a racking cough that rips through his chest and nearly saps the strength from his arms. he wheezes, tries to ignore the pool of crimson forming on the ground where it spills over the ledge of his lip. the salt of sweat mixes with the metallic tang but the taste and textures have become such a virulent constant that he can no longer process it amongst the aches and violent pains of his screaming nerves. the echoing laughter hushes to whispers, and then to a near perfect silence only broken by his heaving ragged breaths and footsteps. quiet ones nearly missed due to the blood roaring in his ears. so the man himselfβ if he can be called such a thingβ has come to do the honors. he tries to force himself to stand, to shout in defiance of him, of all he stands for. to be brave and spit blood in the face of death itself. the way he tells himself that james would do. sirius lunging for the nearest death eater, managing to take their wand and going down in a blaze of glory. remus in his cleverness talking his way out of the mess, managing to walk away somehow. heroes. the lot of them. the thought of their disappointment at his utter helplessness is another weight on his shoulders that cause them to sag a few inches more. it feels to him as though his wrists are locked to the ground by the weight of invisible shackles and his head feels too heavy to lift as his eyes shut tightly at the encroaching shadow creeping into his view, the footsteps echoing louder in his ears.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β open your eyes, peter. β the words are low, demanding, and send a chill down the boyβs spine. he doesnβt need to open his eyes to know whoβs spoken, who stands before him. perhaps heβs never been in his presence before, but heβs heard the stories. the tales of those whoβve crossed his path and escaped with their lives. thoughts of james who had been asked to join his ranks, denied him, and survived to tell the tale. he might not be as brave, as strong, and perhaps a stronger man would face his death with a determined grit and look the wizard in the eye. instead he chooses his defiance in a smaller way. a silent decision. he will not use his final moment to capitulate to the demands of a dark wizard, the likes of which have never before been seen. his hands curl against the stone and his head bows further. death will seize him any moment for he will not give. not a single centimeter he wonβt allow himself to break despite his fragility.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β you were given an order, boy. open your eyes and look at your lord. β another voice resounds, one very closeβ close enough he feels the sudden and sharp sensation of a hand gripping into his hair. forcing him to come off of his hands and look up with blood smeared down his chin eyes wide and red into the face of the one creature that strikes fear into him above all others. a man with pale waxy skin, bloodshot eyesβ he looks wrong. human still, but closer to an embalmed corpse than to one who still brew breath. something small and inherent that tells him that this man has become something less than what he was. a single look and a raised hand from the wizard, and the one gripping his hair releases with shocking speed. no order for interference had been given. the younger almost collapses forward as the force holding him is removed, but he forces his balance despite the demands of his body to give way beneath him.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β voldemortβs gaze moves from his death eater to the boy kneeling at his feet, bloodied, bruised, soon to be fully broken. silence prevails as he looks into his eyes for a long moment, holding him in thrall unable to look away. β tell me, peter. β he uses his name again, refuses to allow the boy to detach himself from this moment that will be infinitely important in the future. the moment in which he must give himself over to his causeβ and he will. he had chosen carefully. it was no mistake that the rat had been the one captured by his death eaters. β do you want to die? β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β another chill rips down his spine as he stares into his eyes, wanting to look away but finding himself incapable of that simple action. blood freezes in his veins as he stares into those eyes and wonders how many heβs killed. wonders how he can feel no remorse for taking the life of something once living. the question comes as a shock, and he knows how heβs supposed to answer. say no. beg for his pathetic life and grovel at his feet and offer everything he can in an attempt to save himself. he wants to. but heβs a gryffindor, and heβs never been so afraid but he knows now is the time in which he can prove he deserves his house colors so when his veins open the crimson will spill out in maroon and gold, his final words will not be the whimper of a coward but the roar of a lion. they are his desires but the word comes out quiet in a mist of a red tinted breath. β yes. β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β a cold laugh meets the response, foolish boy trying to be brave. trying to act as though he is a hero in the face of death. as if heβll somehow be made invincible when the cry of the killing curse rings out and escape his fate. his is one far crueler than death should he be so brazen to reject him as james potter had. β i donβt think you doβ i think you want to live. but youβre trying to be brave. iβm not going to kill you, peter, i can help you achieve great things. we donβt have to be enemies. you donβt have to be on the losing side. β peter tries to look away at that, but the older wizard reaches out and takes hold of his chin. itβs far from a tender touch with nails digging lightly into the abused flesh. β i can give you anything you might want if you only submitβ or i can take away everything that you hold dear. β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the tone is alluring, seductive almost. charm is certainly a craft he has not lost in terms of speech, but itβs strange to conceptualize the words coming out of the mouth of the strangely corpse like creature before him. the abrupt shift however makes his stomach turn and twist and heβs certain that where there any contents left that heβd be heaving now. there are words that need to be said, vile rejections and condemnations that rattle in his chest and in his mind, but he canβt force them out. not with the hand still curled around his chin and his eyes locked so violently to the dark wizardβs.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β your mother, yourβ¦ brethren. they will suffer. if you defy me, you will not die. iβll have you watch as the others suffer for your insolence. i wonβt kill you, youβll live knowing that you caused it. and iβll start with the half breed. β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β no. β the word trips out before he can stop it, and he watches as the dark wizardβs expression twists into a disconcerting semblance of a smile. everyone breaks under torture and those heavy shoulders are cracking, giving way. he is not atlas, and he cannot carry the weight of the world. the guilt slices between his ribs and straight into his heart. bile builds in his throat as the words croak out in a soft defeated tone, chin released as he looks down and away. β not themβ¦ please. β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β reality spins back into view as the convulsions slow once again. breathing doesnβt come easy, it seems harder now though letting loose the secret is supposed to make it easier but it doesnβt. instead it brings that sickening night to crystalline clarity at the forefront of his mind. what he wouldnβt give for it to be lost amongst the haze of damaged memories. voice is reduced to little more than a whimper, he still canβt look at him again. not now. β β¦i was t-trying to save you. β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β itβs a feeble excuse, but he offers no further explanation. he canβt tell if thatβs a selfish act or a selfless one. to save himself the pain of reliving it once more, or to make himself an easier target for remusβ hate. and the hate is well deserved. as long as he hates him, as long as he thinks the excuses are just that, then itβll be easier for him to release his grip on the past. on the memory of who he was once and to cast him off.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β thereβs a brief lapse in the speech before he responds. β whenβ i canβtβ¦ i canβt keep it from themβ¦ not anymoreβ¦ let them hate me as much as you doβ¦ itβs better that way. β
Β Β Β Heβs deaf to excuses. Deep down, Remus wanted to hear the whole explanation, wanted to see some light that shed amidst all the darkness that consumed this room. He wants to still love his dear friend but what was one was the lowest act that one could commit, treachery behind family. The ghosts of hatred masked Peter from Remus, to only see what he wished, not his friend--his brother.Β
Β Β Β In school, Remus always saw Peter as the sane one of the group. Yes, Remusβs head was tightly wound on his shoulders but Peter just seemed to be the most reliable and stable to him. Sirius and James were exactly how the dictionary would define their names, stubborn, arrogant, and full of excitement that seemed to never cease. So, when Remus needed a break from the excitement that seemed to circle around his life, it was nice to sit with Peter and simply talk or actually be able to focus on studying with someone, since it was soon figured out studying as a group never ended well and his grades showed it. Remus would not say he had a favorite of the friend group,they were all unique and he loved the three of them, but Peter, they were able to connected even if it was merely a silent moment between the two they shared, it was not awkward but welcoming because there were many times silence was a must. He was the most loyal, in Remusβs eyes, always wanting to defend the group when they got themselves in another mess. Honestly, Remus would never say it, but in his mind, he favored the company of Peter. But his loyal, reliable, favored friend...where did those adjectives come into play now? Nowhere.
Β Β Β Remus began to question why he should even protect the others from knowing the truth about what Peter had done, but he thought it was the best solution at first. Maybe, he still thinks it is for the best, take care of it himself. Alas, he thinks of such a task but there is a tug in him that pulls him away from going through what he knows is for the best. The same emotion that brought up fluttering memories of the past from their school years tugged on his conscience and ability to act as he saw fit.Β
Β Β Β βI should go with my guts, do what I feel is right.β Breathing in, he exhaled deeply through his nose, trying to keep the ounce of calmness he still had.Β βBut here I am standing like an idiot because there is this--thing inside me telling me if I do what I feel is right, Iβll regret it. But honestly, I donβt see how.β His eyes were burning, tears of anger blurring his vision.Β βI should kill you!β Remus let out a slight raise in his voice. But hadnβt Peter just hinted at the idea he would rather be hated, probably to be dead would be a better moment for him than any of this. So why couldnβt he give the traitor what he wanted? He already amused him with the threatening movement of his wand, aimed to kill already, so why not further perform the act?
Β Β Β Remus swallowed down the his pride to be a faithful friend and ally to the Order.Β βI donβt seem to have the gut to do it.β Even with the mask that now blurred his vision of who exactly Peter was, his brain now labeling the individual as a traitor, a disgrace, a rogue.Β βSomeone elseΒ βought to go through with it, and donβt be a coward when that time comes and run away. It would be best to just own up to what youβve done and face the consequences.βΒ
Β Β Β Remus; however, was being hypocritical, telling Peter not to be a coward but here he was standing as a coward not able to kill his once friend for what he did wrong. Yes, Remus was the coward. He could not give the man the well deserved punishment for the work he did with the dark wizard, Voldemort.Β Instead, he would be walking out and letting events continue unfolding.Β βΒ If you still have some sense in you, even if you run away, you wonβt be welcomed back, most likely on either side. And at that point, I hope this feeling of hesitation in me retires and I will do whatever it takes to protect my family. You no longer have a place here with people that love you. You ruined that for good. This is goodbye for good, Peter.βΒ
emotion sentence starters pt. 1
Anger
1)Β βWhat are you looking at?!β
2)Β βI am not mad at youβIβm furious.β
3)Β βWhy yell when I can just use my fist instead?β
4)Β βYouβre really starting to piss me off right now.β
5)Β βYouβve just made the biggest mistake.β
6)Β βDonβt you dare talk to me like that ever again!β
7)Β βDo you even know who I am?!β
8)Β βYou never cared, didnβt you?!β
9)Β βItβs always about you, isnβt it?β
10)Β βThis is all your fault!β
11)Β βShut up!β
12)Β βIs this what you asked, is this what you always wanted to see?!β
13)Β βYouβre not even sorry.β
14)Β βNever questioned me ever again!β
15)Β βHow could you do this to me?!β
Sad
1)Β βAll I simply wanted to do is to helpβ¦β
2)Β βIβm fineβ¦ Noβ¦ Iβm not fine, at allβ¦β
3)Β βEven after all these years, I never stopped caring.β
4)Β βIβm tired.β
5)Β βMoving on is easier said than done.β
6)Β βPlease donβt leave me! I donβt want to be alone again!βΒ
7)Β βI still think about her/him/them everyday.β
8)Β βIf I begged harder, would youβve stayed?β
9)Β βI got my heart broken many times.β
10)Β βMy life was filled with broken promises and disappointments.β
11)Β βIβve never seen you cry before.β
12)Β βWas this all just a lie?β
13)Β βYou got what you wanted, now leaveβ¦ and never come back.β
14)Β βDreams? What dreams? All I have ever known are nightmares.β
15)Β βWhenever I look at the mirror, I see a monster looking right back at me.β
Love
1)Β βI love you.β
2)Β βNow youβre just being cheesy.β
3)Β βLetβs just dance the night away, shall we?β
4)Β βYouβre the one for me.β
5)Β βWhen I need a shoulder to lean on, I will know youβll always be there for me.β
6)Β βHow is it possible youβre so beautiful?β
7)Β βYouβre my forever.β
8)Β βArenβt I allow to spoil you every once in awhile?β
9)Β βWeβre married, thereβs no need for you to even asked.β
10)Β βI canβt imagine a life with you not in it.β
11)Β βI know this is stupid to say, but my life had no meaning until I met you.β
12)Β βWill you marry me?β
13)Β βWhere you go, I go. Weβre in this together.β
14)Β βNo matter what, I want to be there for you.β
15)Β βI will love every part of you, even your flaws.β
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Β Β Β Β There was no hesitation, even for a friend to have his wand pointed threateningly, prepared to put someone down for rash decisions. Thumb lightly ran over the thin of the butt of his wand, a tell of him drawing into thought, a slight move where he could lighten his grip on the wood but decided against it. β Up. β The only word leaving his lips, moving his hand and wand with a swish, the gesture to help Bill understand where to move so Remus would have a clear view of that body that lay still.
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Β Β Β Β Β bloody words rest on the tip of his tongue, pleading voice silently screaming for an end that wonβt come heβs willing to bargain for this pathetic life of his to make it end. beg for some degree of mercy as he lays prone in the hospital bedβ if he can just get remus to undo the
him because heβs so very certain heβll lost the other for the words heβs about to say. he doesnβt deserve forgiveness or mercy. he doesnβt deserve death even, itβs azkaban which should be in his future but even that he finds would be a kinder fate than that which looms over him. finally the words that have held fast in his throat for oh so very long rip out of his throat as easily as razor wire embedded in the tissue.Β β i was working for himβ¦ and i betrayed himβ¦ just like i betrayed all of youβ¦ you were my friends and iβ¦ iβm sorry i wasnβt strong enough i tried to be. i triedβ but then he wanted me to give up lily and jamesβ he threatened all of you and i had to run i couldnβt do it anymore i couldnβtβ sirius was right i was a coward i wanted to die a rat so none of you would ever know iβm sorryβ¦ iβm sorryβ¦ and now theyβre going to hunt me like an animalβ¦ for the rest of my miserable lifeβ¦ just kill meβ¦ it should be easier now just please remusβ¦Β kill me. β
Β Β Β Β Β Brows furrowed at the request. The names they bore in their years at Hogwarts seemed to be the last latch to something sane, a minuscule memory of what life they had prior that was of happier times. It was a light gesture to say it, to bring Peter back up from the hell he was encased in, the flames furling him, invisible to Remusβs eye. βΒ You donβt deserve it---?Β β He paused himself, accepting the words and not letting such an endearing name slip from his lips again, simply going with the normality of the name given to his friend. βΒ Peter, we canβt forget the years of joy we had, the war canβt scar every cherished memory or ideal. Weβre all; James, Sirius, you, and I, are all the same group from our years at school. Donβt forget the good days we had then.Β β Finally, his voice was honing back in, clearing from the thicket that blocked the passageway in his throat. Though, there was still a crackling in the sound it was stronger than the previous sentences he procured, calming down from the raised heartbeat and sickening feeling he got.
Β Β Β Β Β There was always the struggle, a push and pull between the two when hopelessness and courage fell in the middle, pressuring one or the other. The result at the end always tended to be a silence, torn between the qualities. After the return of Peter, this was too common and yet never sat comfortable with Remus who wished to just be of help but he could not penetrate any of the walls like the others could not and it, frankly, bothered him. βΒ I want to try to understand. Iβm you friend, Peter.Β β Remus spoke up again hands out in front of him, hunched over looking down at them because it was somewhere that was easy to focus on, that was normal in this time because eyes could not meet with the broken man who lay beside him.
Β Β Β Β Β It was the first few words that had Remus gagging for air I was working for him.It was obvious to know who he spoke of, there was no other way to speak the word βhimβ to make it sound so frightening and cruel to the sound. Sitting up, straighten his back to allow more access to air. Was he really going to walk out and be sick now? He could feel it rumble in his stomach. His breaths were getting deeper, the sensation before getting sick coming on. Suppress it. Were his ears deceiving him? He wished they were but Peter continued. No, no, no! Why would he not stop talking now!?! How terribly he wanted to tell him to shut his mouth, he just needed to shut up right then and say no more. His hands cradled his face, finger tips digging into his hair. Peter had to be delusional for saying such wild things, Peterβout of them all Peter saying this!
Β Β Β Β Β He had to be lying! It could not be true but oh, deep down in his pit he knew. Why would Peter confess such a sin if it had not been true? Remus leapt from where he was sitting almost comfortably at that point. βΒ Youβre lying!Β β He accused his friendβcould even call him that anymore? Β But no, Remus was just trying to pull himself away from being a disaster, his monster growling under the surface of his skin, that forceful personality that occasionally emerged was prickling like pens and needles, his body falling asleep while the sleeping darkness wanted to take control. He had to look past it all, think that it was not true but it was. The way Peter looked when Remus looked to him, his face dropping in disbelief, scared. God, he was shaking!
Β Β Β Β Β It was a quick moment, swift, like the usual, when he took out his wand holding it with a tight grip, the end pointing right at Peter lying in bed---so withered away, so pathetic. Do it. He betrayed all of you, so give him what he wants. His demon demanding, coercing him to give in but his eyes looked to the body of the other, so fragile and he stopped himself. Even with such a confession of betrayal he could not commit such a deed. Lowering his wand, he cursed under his breath, growing louder as he paced the room. βΒ Fucking hell, Peter! Fuckβjustβfuckβ¦Β β His voice finally lowering a decibel taking a long inhale and releasing it a moment later. He could not disturb those outside the room, bring attention to the happenings here.
Β Β Β Β Β Remus put his wand away, his dominant hand running down his face afterwards, stubble rough against the palm. βΒ After all this time,Β β He began, his voice low, hurt though not full of sadness, instead a numb empty hurt that echoed in his ears as he spoke. βΒ They all thoughtβwhen I was awayβ¦ they all thought I was a threat but reallyβ¦ Really it was you all this time and I took the brunt of the blame and anguish of almost losing the only family I have because they didnβt trust me. And then here you are, the one that betrayed usβyour family. ---We were family?Β β His last words questioning, looking back into the past they shared and truly wondering if there was any truth of their shared memories through all this newly emerging madness that engulfed Remus, drowning him in the misery.
Β Β Β Β Β Now, tears burned his eyes, eyes becoming red. The man had to turn away, he couldnβt even look to Peter for reasoning that differed form when he first took foot in the room. He really tried to catch all of Peterβs words, it processed, it did, but he could only focus on the most prominent points made; he betrayed them was working for Voldemort and it could have gone horribly wrong. No, the parts where he betrayed Voldemort and ran away like a coward when he was threatened when he did not give out the location of the Potterβs, not the fact that running away saved not only his skin but everyone elseβs. All those points had to be positive between the lines, though they remained blurred to Remus, rage bubbling and simply aghast from the whole scenario he was told. He should have found some ounce of sympathy, not compare his loss of trust with James and Siriusβeven Lily with what Peter has gone through all these years but he was. He could not help but create this rift of frustration at how he went through months of self-hate at how he was kept in the dark of nearly everything that his friends spoke of; it influenced how he felt emotionally and mentally but also infected the inner demon, harder to control himself once he secluded himself, lost the connection to humanity and himself and grew hungry with anger. However, it was known, it was reality that though he suffered all his life with his condition and didnβt want to lose what he gained at school out of mere selfishness, Remus deep down knew all the torture and suffering was of equal, perhaps greater than what he did every cycle but it was outweighed by his quick minded hatred that swerved in front of his mind. There was no seeing eye to eye about this can of worms that lay open on the table. The sensation came up again, with shaky hands he had to cover his mouth for a brief second as he felt his throat growing raw. Remus begged himself to keep it down. He could let himself get sick in the middle of St. Mungoβs. βΒ WhenβIf they find out..Β β The words breaking silence though muffled with his hand being over his lips still in that moment.
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Β Β Β heβs been too friendly. of course theyβve known each other since school, remus is his best friend, but heβs let it show too much. the werewolf has been something of an exposed nerve for him for yearsβ a weakness. something too easily leveraged, twisted and warped and bastardized into something he doesnβt recognize and run through with. he should have known theyβd know.
Β Β Β one singular moment, not long ago, heβd wondered if there was a way back. believed somehow that this dark path was just a detour and that he could be led back to the light with just the gentle touch. amazing how one kiss could change his lifeβ make him believe in some part of him he believed to be killed off. he should have known that they were watching.
Β Β Β in one selfish move, heβs taken him from a vague threat to be loomed amongst others to a tool to be used. somethingβ someoneβ so perfectly able to shred what willpower he has left in him by virtue of existence. peter wonβt let him be used that way. no matter how much it hurts, he has to let him go.
Β Β Β no not let go. drive him away. make him run off so thoroughly he canβt question it. he has to be gone. has to never forgive him for what he says or does next because itβs the only way to keep him safe.
Β Β peterβs features have never been so sharp or steely as now, his voice never so harsh, and his words never so entirely biting. even in school heβd been rubbish at being a bully. but then, heβd never had a reason to be. not one that really mattered anyways.
Β Β Β β you really thought i cared about you? thatβs a fucking laugh. honestly the other nightβ it was a joke. i mean i guess i must have pitied you or something, but really you think iβd actually want a repeat performance? β thereβs a harsh scoff, and the words are carving like razorblades into his heart. he doesnβt stop.
Β Β Β β filthy fucking mutt. youβre a beast. you were CONVENIENTΒ in school, and now? youβre screwing greyback, even iβm not that desperate. ministry might have had the right idea with those capture squadsβ should tell you a lot. both sides gunning for things like you. are you really stupid enough to think that i could lβ want you? maybe you all made fun of little wormtail, but at least i chooseΒ when to become an animal. no mindless destruction. no murdering innocent people. bet you could still taste blood on your teeth when you kissed me, couldnβt you? i bet youβll go off running to james and sirius and lily about all the awful things i saidβ but i donβt care. i never want to see your filthy halfbreed face again. that get through your thick skull? or do i need to start pulling out the silver and calling the ministry? β
Β Β Β he can be a great actor sometimes, when it matters. and it matters now more than ever because if remus leaves, if he never comes back, then maybe heβs safe. he doesnβt want to lose the rest but he canβt lose him. not to the dark lord. he canβt let him become another unwilling pawn in a twisted game of chess. he sneers, ignores the tears pricking at his eyes, as he cocks his head.
Β Β Β β you know where the door isβ use it. β
12. my muse tells yours they never want to see them again
βi just want to be numb, i donβt want to feel anything.β
HURT MEME || acceptingΒ
Β Β Β Β βΒ Harry, there is no reason you should be talking like that! You have loyal friends in your life and people that are like family that surround you. Also, a future ahead of you. Β There may be times of struggles, such as this one, but look to the next day, a brighter day. It is sure to come.Β β
( @stagpottah || starter )
Β Β Β Β βΒ Itβs called reading for the fun of it, James. Surely you have heard of it?Β β There was a slight cheekiness to his tone, the corner of his lips turning up a bit but he paid no head to his surrounding in the room, keeping his eyes only on the lines of the book he was engulfed in.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β Itβs called not being an insufferable Β Β BOREββ have you heard of it ??Β β James Potter was getting Β Β antsy. Sirius was in detention & Peter was gettingΒ βtutoringβ from a girl he fancied & James wanted nothing more than to slam his head against the fragile library table. Β Β Repeatedly. Β Β Β Β Β Β But that would cause far too much noise in this beloved Β Β holy ground Β & Remus wouldnβt even blink twice if he did. It was the bloody end of the year !! They needed to go out not with a fizzle, but with a Β Β BANG Β β- & studying for O.W.L.S. was not the party he pictured. They had transfiguration tomorrow & really ??? James was an unregistered animagusβ¦ was it really so cocky to believe heβd ace that easilyΒ ?Β β Spoiler alert: the moon equals an acute spike in lycanthrope activity. Can we go Β Β NOW ? βΒ
Β Β Β Β Hand concealed his face, shielding the smile that crept on to his lips. An insult that made him smile? Bizarre, it was but, of course, it was James who said it so the humor of it was caught by the young boy.Β βΒ Yes, I have heard of that description of a person.Β β Remus replied with a tone that gave way to the obvious roll of his eyes, or at least attempt to.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Avoidance was ticking down in how well it was working, little by little the grains fell to the bottom of the hour glass leaving only dust at the top. A finger grazed the corner of the next page but---Remus gave in. The book closed with a thud and body turned to face James.Β βΒ Fine. Iβll be sure to forever ruin your life and burden you if we fail tomorrow.Β β Eyebrows raised as a threatening look was shot at his dear friend.
betterrat:
Β Β Β Β Β fingers twitch, curl and uncurl where his wrists stay locked so firm to the bed by the invisible restraint of spells. all heβs said, all heβs thought forβ¦ well heβs not sure how long. but it feels like its been years since heβs been without this agony. been without the blood coating his teeth. without the violent contortion and contraction of muscles that even with the draughts and calming spells seem to spasm in phantom bursts that make his eyes roll back into his skull with jaw clenched to just shy of their shattering point.
Β Β Β Β Β as broken as he might have seemed erupting from his rat form, he was never hollowed out so thoroughly. emotionally stressed and sick to the point of near dying, but not like this. his very soul seems to be shattered by this. even lying there with shallow breaths and open eyes, he might be mistaken for a corpse. were he more thoroughly lucid, he might be glad that remus hadnβt been around when heβd first been brought in. a bloody mess of rags that smelt of piss and was begging incessantly for the mercy of death until they managed to force several calming draughts down his unwilling throat. at least now heβs clean, begun the most simple of the healing processes even with a long road ahead.
Β Β Β Β Β phantom pain rips through, and the pain is so great that his spine still manages to curve and arch inches off of the bed as his hands contort and twist once more against the invisible bindings. head presses back against the pillow, tips back and itβs silent despite the agony so clearly scrawled across his face. the show would give a distinct impression to any watching that were his throat not ripped raw already that he would be screaming. it persists. five seconds. ten. twenty. thirty. almost a solid minute before his body sags back into the bed with ragged pants from breaths he didnβt know he was holding in and he can feel the blood trickling down his throat as itβs torn back open from the heaviness of the breath.
Β Β Β Β Β Β β p-pleaseβ¦ β the word rasps out broken and tasting like copper on the tip of his tongue. his eyes are closed nowβ he canβt look at him and say this. not again. heβs never been the strong one, or the courageous one, or even the smart one, and he just wants this to be over. if he pulls through this, theyβll just come again. theyβll just make it hurt worse. heβs not strong enough to go through this again, heβs sure. not courageous enough to stare death in the face. not smart enough to out think them and find his way out. β iβ¦ iβ¦ canβtβ¦ m-make itβ¦ make it stopβ¦ please justβ¦ j-just make it st-st-stop. β
Β Β Β Β Β Remus dares to reach out for a brief moment, as to bring comfort but such comfort would still be useless he thinks, knowing all to well he never found a physical touch of affection brought him peace, maybe a fluttering ounce of hope that the story would end happily for him; however, it was always just a flutter of a moment. It would be an attempt to just give a physical reassurance that this would all pass, right? Just a movement to brush through his hair for Peter to know he was truly there, by his side to relieve the other of some of the pain if it were possible. In a brief instant; however, hand withdrew, Remus flinched with the sudden movement of the otherβs body, fear running down his face in moments as horror struck him just to see Peter fight with his pain.Β
Β Β Β Β Β It was unbearable to look at, the way Peterβs body moved. Stomach churned and begged to be force out of its captivity of his body. Deep breaths could only give him so much control. A stride back, away from the scene as if there was clean air to intake that would release him from such miserable suffering. Remus was going to vomit, he could feel the tension in his throat building, unsettling. Head turned fast with eyes clamped shut as he took a long swallow, bid the tension to go back down. Merlinβs beard, why did he come here alone? Should it not be a group affair to see a friend in the hospital? Another question spurred as he tried to think of anything but the noise of the heavy breathing of Peter, why were James and Sirius not here yet? But anger towards them was brief for it was flooding back how weak he was just being a mere onlooker of something tragic. A person who worried of the fate of his friends for years, dreaded that he might be the cause, but once it does turn in to his vivid thoughts though skewed with depth of the occurrence, he canβt bear to look though he feel as if he had seen it countless times in his mind.
Β Β Β Β Β Thoughts of simply walking out crossed his mind but who would he be to act so cowardly when a friend was in need? Strength was the quality he wished could spring up in him but it was lacking in him. It took him a minute or so to finally feel calm enough--ready to open them, take a glance at the room he stood in once more. Hands began to clench into fist with nails digging into the palms of his hands. He had yet to look back at Peter, not until he spoke again which only created chills, cold air creeping up on him and once again he feels frozen in sheer horror to have to hear the begging word leave his lips. No, he could not be asking him to do something so horrid? Selfish. Very selfish Remus had become once he had friends by his side. Selfishness was not in his personal description until they were there. So, if he were not allowed to end his life for being the monster he was, he could not let Peter just ask for death so easily though Remus knew with all his heart that what he looked like--what he felt was ten times worse, hell, maybe the full a hundred time worse. However he felt, Remus did not like the idea one bit to just ask for death as simple as asking for a piece of candy as a child. There could be a light at the end of this tunnel, a war that ends, a body fully healed and a person who would not have to fear that someone or something lurked a few steps behind, that light still existed it only needs guidance towards it.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Low mumbles, a voice still yet to return. A cough to bring sound back to life in his throat though it remained hushed.Β βΒ I--I canβt... I wi--I wish I could...make it stop.Β β A complete stuttering mess he was right now, though he tried to musk up the courage to be optimistic but hell, if he knew if he was in the right as he spoke or utterly failing.Β βΒ Just..uh..need--you need rest, Wormtail.Β β His voice was going out again, trailing off as air began to become lacking with a lump in his throat growing, blocking his airway.Β βΒ If...ah...Β β God, why must he be so lacking in words, sounding so incompetent of language! Remus finally got the nerve to sit down in the visitor chair that was always supplied in each room, fingers exchanging from digging into his palms to the arms of the chair.Β βΒ Whether you can believe it...or not...youβre gonna...youβll be able to get through this.Β β
(Mondo Cozmo)
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MONDO COZMO : HOLD ON TO ME
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Moony and Padfoot
sirius and remus talk about nothing and everythingΒ
He did not believe it; he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room. Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight β
THE MAGIC BEGINS: Favourite MarauderΒ βΒ Remus Lupin
It is the quality of ones convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.