#v; mischief managed

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verses

V; Blood Malediction

Face Claim: Andrew Garfield/David Thewlis Remus' family was cursed several generations ago, but his father believed it would skip them. Unfortunately, it didn't. While they hoped Remus would only be weakened by the curse, this was not the case. Poor Remus is cursed to turn into a wolf against his will.

V; Mischief Managed

Face Claim: Andrew Garfield Marauders Era

V; Professor Lupin

Face Claim: David Thewlis Follows the events of the Prisoner of Azkaban on.

V; Wicked Sins

Face Claim: Andrew Garfield/David Thewlis Remus is a wild one; living in seclusion, away from anyone that he might hurt. His condition has him paranoid.

V;

[talentedliarloki]

"Stay with me." (the-scottfitzgerald)

Send “Stay with me tonight.” for my muse to spend a night with yours. (accepting)

Loki shrugged into his robe, the silvery thread of the embroidered serpent glowing in the pale moonlight, and he pushed his hair from his eyes before glancing back toward the bed where, nestled in mess of sheets and haphazard blankets, Scott lie looking perfectly pleased.

As much as a Hufflepuff could look like the cat that caught the canary, anyway.

Loki grinned and leaned over the other, caging him in with his arms and the fabric of his robe. Scott peeked between long lashes and, once he could reach, took the Slytherin by the nape of his neck to pull him in and kiss him. They were both smiling into the kiss; they were both wishing the other would get closer.

Then, there was a subtle motion to Loki’s right, a wand wafting in the air, and the air shimmered somewhat around them as a spell was cast around the perimeter of Scott’s bed. It was a camouflaging incantation. No one on the other side could see...or hear them...

“Stay with me.”

And how Loki possibly refuse?

[puckish-fae]

@primlfur continued from here (x)

Exclaiming slightly, more so out of surprise than anything before giving a light chuckle. “I-uh---” He paused, turning his gaze back to the Lights above them, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. Fae were always fickle, IMPULSIVE things. “--don’t know. Just felt like it, I guess.”

[puckish-fae]

@warriorsofgods

“Aren’t you a fascinating--if not DANGEROUS--little thing.” Puck mused as he watched the stranger from a distance, perched upon a fallen tree. This was one of many who found themselves washed upon the island. They seemed to be arriving more and more frequently. 

“And just where do you come from?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, merely curious.

[puckish-fae]

@pettydabblermysticboy

“What in the--” Puck turned around, eyes narrowed as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. A moment earlier he was in the Summer Court, but now? His mouth twisted into a grimace--he could practically smell the iron in the air. The mortal plane, huh? 

“How PECULIAR. You know--we don’t take too kindly to being summoned!” Puck shouted at no one in particular, throwing his hands in the air as he turned---pausing only when his gaze settled on the face of an unfamiliar man.

[mooncxrsed]

💋 + cheek - brcwglory (scandalous, sev. simply scandalous)

[meme] | @brcwgloryStatus: OPEN

        He could only ignore what was going on for so long, while the fear that he would lose his friends was there—this was wrong. Evans’ voice at least gave him time to stall, but he was the prefect and frankly they should have stopped taking advantage of how he wouldn’t tell them no. Just because he was their friend didn’t mean they got a fee pass, right? 

I don’t need help from filthy mudbloods like her. 

Remus grimaced at those words, watching Evans storm off, before he heard James’ next words. “Who wants to see me take of Snivelly’s pants?” 

That was it, while he was sure that James wouldn’t listen to him, if he didn’t listen to the girl he fancied why him? But he set his books down and stormed over, mustering up all the courage in him he could, hand at his wand. “Put him down, James.” An order, not a request. 

He wasn’t going to let this go any farther, wasn’t going to let James do whatever he planned on doing. Because if he did, it could go to places that Remus knew he would regret not stepping in and stopping. James’ shock gave him enough time to cast an expelliarmus, breath easing from him when at least Snape wasn’t levitating there anymore. 

Summoning the want to him, he held it in his grip, straight backed. “I will be reporting this to McGonagall,” which prompted a low whistle from Sirius. James tried to say something, but Remus held up his hand. “I’ve had enough of you thinking you can get away with breaking the rules, and bullying people, just because you’re friends with a prefect. Perhaps you should take some of what Evans said to heart and reflect on your own actions.” 

With that said, he turned to Snape, walking over to him and offering him a hand, already prepared for any harsh comments the boy may have. But with Evans rightly pissed at him, he needed someone on his side. 

What he didn’t expect was the other to kiss his cheek once he was on his feet, making Remus go still before touching his cheek with one hand. 

[mooncxrsed]

FMK: Sirius, James, Snape

[meme]Status: OPEN

        Why did he agree to this? He didn’t exactly want to kill any of them, and he was kind of pissed with Sirius at the moment. “Marry Snape, fuck James, and kick Sirius right in the ‘nads.” 

[mooncxrsed]

@brcwglory [for the au where Remus bit him]

He’d been visiting the other boy every day in the hospital since the incident happened, spending hours by his bedside. What happened was being kept quiet, not wanting to expose what Remus was, or what Snape likely was now as well. It surprised him really, that they didn’t just expel him as his presence here had been the reason for all of this. 

All he could do was keep by the others bedside and hope for some form of forgiveness. Maybe he’d be able to help the other adjust to this hellish life they both now lead. 

Though a darker part of him was happy that now he wasn’t really alone. That he’d have someone else who understood his pain. And that was a thought he kept quiet, guilt welling up inside him for even letting the thought form.