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Betrayal | Wolfstar Bingo

Title: Betrayal

Creator: TracingPatterns

Link: Read on AO3

Square filled: Shrieking Shack

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: A lot of angst.

Summary: Remus returns to Hogwarts to teach and it’s hard.

Word count: 4158

Written for @wolfstarbingo2022

Teaser under the cut:

Remus closes the door to the office, his office, he thinks, which is absurd in itself, and drops his head against the door with a low thud. He feels dead on his feet, the long train ride from London, the Dementors, finding himself eye to eye with Harry so unexpectedly and then the sorting and the welcoming feast on top of everything else was definitely a bit much on the evening before a full moon. He had excused himself straight after dinner, declining drinks in the teacher’s lounge to seek refuge in his private rooms.

He had felt the other professors watching him as he left. McGonagall’s mild, almost pitying expression, Dumbledore’s piercing gaze, Sprout’s reserved frown, Snape’s hatred. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Get a grip, Lupin, he tells himself firmly. He didn’t blame the other teachers for their reservations about him. No-one in their right mind would let a werewolf in to a castle full of children. Remus doubted that Dumbledore was in his right mind, and he himself definitely wasn’t because he had agreed.

He stumbles away from the door, turning to look at the room that would be his office for the coming school year. His trunk had been sent ahead and unpacked, the shelves along the walls already filled with the books he had ordered and he’s itching to get his hands on them, but he knows he’s in no state now. He glances at the clock, only an hour to go and he still hasn’t drunk today’s goblet of Wolfbane potion. He had expected it to sit on his desk but it’s not there, the surface empty, and he tries not to panic. His whole body is aching now, the pain that had been a dull throb when he woke up has now progressed into something else, a twisting and piercing kind of pain, and for the millionth time since Dumbledore had asked him of this favour, he wonders what on earth had possessed him to say yes.

He's disturbed from his thoughts by a knock at the door. He groans to himself, he’s in no state to see anyone right now, the pain in his joints starting to reach a point where he finds it difficult to think. He takes a deep breath, forcing his expression into something that resembles indifference as he opens the door but as soon as he sees who is standing on the other side he has to resist the urge not to slam it shut again.

“Lupin,” Snape greets, a disdainful sneer on his face and he can feel those cold eyes crawl over his skin.

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*throws a MHA fic at you and flees

The wip bunnies got me do not send aid I am on a roll

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‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’ and/or ‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’ For Zim and Blakk!

“Hey, I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

Zim felt arms around him, pain coursing through him as his head lifted from the ground. A face came into view. Blakk. A smile barely touched Zim’s lips before fading again as Blakk hurriedly looked over his injuries. There was something in Blakk’s eyes when he looked at him again that told Zim what he deep down already knew. He wouldn’t make it. They held each other’s gaze struggling to find the words they wanted to say. There was so much they should have talked about and now they were out of time. Sudden panic surged through Zim and his vision blurred with tears. He didn’t want to die. Didn’t want to miss out on life. On love.  “I’m sorry I left.” He had to force the words out, breathing was getting harder. “Y-Your note. I..”Blakk bit his lip and looked away, maybe he was looking for help, Zim wasn’t sure.“Don’t talk. Save your strength.” Blakk’s words sounded distant, sad. Zim’s could hear Blakk call out his name as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. There was no strength left for the words on the tip of his tongue.

[radioasylum]

I was having a really really good day and then I read up on Charleston again. So, now I’m listening to Against Me! and thinking about burning shit or rioting or writing out an indictment of western society.

[radioasylum]

Against Me! - White Crosses “White crosses on the church lawn, I wanna smash them all!”

[lizratbeugster666]

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random poem that i found in an old notebook

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[intertwnd]

especially sobbing panic attacks

yep.