just & loyal

rarely do i ever get on this app anymore but a little nostalgia brought me back at the ungodly hour of midnight when i have to be up in five hours because adulting sucks :)

but logging back in and reading back through all these posts from sixteen year old me was pretty cringeworthy, but also reminded me of what writing did for me while i was figuring out who i was.

it only made it a billion times better that i received so much love and support in what i was doing. people don’t think about what they’re really doing when they double tap, reblog a post, or leave a few kind words. support, even from strangers, is so positive and uplifting. i’m forever grateful that at some of my lowest points, i got a taste of that.

reading and writing - drifting out to a world filled with magic, and love, and lessons was like an outlet for me and i’m glad i was surrounded by people who felt the same.

I ship you with Remus Lupin! You’d catch his eye, and there was no getting around him then. He’d break right past the shy, and love the girl he finds underneath. Your loyalty and wit would be perfect for him. And Remus is a Marauder, so he’d go right along with any rebellion you may have in mind.

Also, this was perfect for a little thing I had an idea about, but have yet to write.

So…continue reading for a little bonus because you’ve inspired me. Excuse the choppiness. 

“This is not going to work, Sirius,” Remus huffed, slinging his bag over his shoulder and looking out toward the beach. It was almost empty. People didn’t really come down here in the Winter. It was far too cold and windy. But, it didn’t bother Remus. He liked the beach better in the Winter. It might’ve been a little chilly, but it was the best place to clear his head.

Or maybe that wasn’t it at all.

Maybe it was the girl that was always perched on the rocks by the ocean with a sketchbook in her hand. She caught his eye back in the Fall, and he’d been coming to the beach for occasional walks ever since. She’d luckily decided to try to tough out the Winter for whatever she was drawing. She was beautiful, way out of Remus’ league. But, he just couldn’t get over the long legs and long, dark hair. There was something about it he just couldn’t shake.

And, this morning, he’d made the mistake of telling Sirius about it.

“Have some faith, Moony.” 

He climbed into the back seat and once he had room, the big black dog that Remus knew all too well replaced him. Sirius hopped out into the sand, and took off towards the beach. Remus sighed, running a flustered hand through his hair. This was such a bad idea. Reluctantly, he started off towards the beach.

He walked towards the end of the beach where you usually sat. Padfoot was running and playing in the waves, running up the beach. Remus shoved his hand in his pocket, pawing at the tennis ball Sirius had given him earlier.

Sirius’ voice echoed in his head. “Calm down. All you have to do is throw the tennis ball and apologize when I go fuck this girl’s whole life up bringing her the ball.”

Remus had said, “Yeah, Sirius, that’ll work. Most people just love it when huge, wet, slobbery dogs ‘fuck their whole lives up.’”

“If you’re going to insult me, I’m not agreeing to this.”

Lupin huffed, knowing this was going to be terrible. He pulled the ball out and threw it towards the waves where Sirius was frolicking. It bounced once before Sirius darted towards it, catching it midair. Remus raised his eyebrows, a little impressed with the dog. Padfoot ran back to him, the ball hanging sideways out of his mouth. He dropped it in front of him, looking up and waiting for him to throw it again.

They were far enough down the beach now, and you were, like always, sitting on the rocks drawing. Remus stared over for a second or two, holding the ball in his hand. He raised his hand and threw it towards the water. Sirius took off after it and Remus started walking closer to you, knowing that’s where Pads was headed.

He watched as Sirius caught the ball and went running off towards you, kicking up sand behind him as he went. You had your eyes still glued toward the waves, crashing up near your feet. Sirius jumped onto the rocks, tail wagging and a wild look in his eyes. He jumped over into your lap and Remus winced as you dropped your sketchbook and pencil. As he got closer though, he realized he owed Sirius one.”

“Oh, hello!” you were giggling, running your hands through Sirius’ tufts of black fur. “Aren’t you so cute? Oh, my goodness, you’re so cute.”

Remus cleared his throat, “Oh, God, I’m so sorry about him. He can get a little rowdy sometimes.”

You looked up at him with warm hazel eyes, “No, it’s okay. Seriously, he’s so adorable. What’s his name?”

“Erm, we call him…” Remus thought for a second. “Padfoot.”

“Padfoot?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Sirius licked your face, thankfully distracting you from Remus’ awkwardness. Maybe he wasn’t a horrible wing man. You laughed, “Thank you for the kisses, Padfoot. What kind of dog is he?”

Remus laughed nervously and Sirius looked up at him, excited about this answer and how he would never let Remus hear the end of the dog breed he was about to make up. “He’s a mutt. Found him digging through some trash.”

Sirius barked in protest. Remus just reached over and patted his head. You smiled, “So, you just took him in?”

“Yup, thought he was too cute to pass up,” Remus said, gritting his teeth at the cute part.

“That’s so sweet,” you smiled, returning your attention to Sirius. “I’ve always wanted a dog, but I just don’t have the time.”

“Well, I don’t mind sharing,” Remus said, picking up your dropped book and pencil from the ground and moving to sit beside you. “I’m Remus.” 

“Perfect,” you laughed, kissing the top of Padfoot’s head and throwing the ball over into the sand. Sirius watched it go, and ran after it once again. “Y/N.” 

“So, you draw?” Remus asked, watching Sirius catch the ball in his mouth and come trotting back over with it.

“Oh, yeah,” you told him. “I moved here to go to art school, actually. Winter has the best skies, I think, if you can get past the cold.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind it. Plus, Pads loves the beach,” he said. “Mind if I look at some of these?”

“Sure, go ahead,” you told him and Padfoot came climbing back up the rocks. Remus looked through your book. Your drawings were beautiful. There were a few landscapes of the sky and the waves, including the one you were working on. But, that wasn’t all. There were huge drawings of heavily detailed seashells that really caught his eye, and drawings of the gulls perched in the sand. Further back there were baby sea turtles charging toward the surf. There was an incredible night scene, with the moon and a light house. All of them were incredible, and Remus almost didn’t want to take his eyes away. He glanced over at you, and at the darkening sky. “Did you need to finish this before it gets dark?” 

“Oh…” you blinked, taking your eyes off of Padfoot for a second to look down at your unfinished drawing. You probably needed to finish it. Glancing up at the beautiful golden haired boy in awe of your art, you decided against it. He was much more captivating than the waves at this point. “Uh, no I can finish another time.” 

“Really?” he asked, looking up at the sky. It was a pretty sight, and you might regret passing it up later, but now you just wanted to flirt with Remus and pet his dog. 

You nodded, pulling your sweater closer around you as a harsh gust blew in, “It’s getting kind of chilly anyways.” 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Remus blurted, closing your sketchbook. 

“Absolutely,” you smiled. You could definitely finish later. 

Remus jumped down the rocks, tucking your things under his arm and offered you his hand, leading you down the rocks. Padfoot jumped off the rocks and picked his ball up out of the sand. Remus slipped his coat off and wrapped it around your shoulders. You grinned and took his hand back into yours, leading him off the beach. 

ya’ll go show her some love! she’s a great writer, and definitely is worth your time! 

M A R A U D E R ‘ S  E R A 

r e m u s  l u p i n  

Dating Remus Lupin Would Include...

Finding Out Remus Lupin Is A Werewolf Would Include...

Aftermath 

Happily Ever After 

Nightmares 

Come Back To Me 

A Real Charmer 

s i r i u s  b l a c k 

Dating Sirius Black Would Include...

Heartbreak 

Burnt Out 

Little Bird 

Warm Welcomes 

j a m e s  p o t t e r 

Dating James Potter Would Include...

A Deal With The Devil

To Have And To Hold

s e v e r u s  s n a p e 

Dating Severus Snape Would Include...

l i v i n g  w i t h  t h e  m a r a u d e r s 

The Seven Days Of Hell 

The Black Cat Flu

m i s c . 

The Marauders Being Fathers Would Include...

G O L D E N  T R I O  E R A 

h a r r y  p o t t e r

Dating Harry Potter Would Include... 

d r a c o  m a l f o y 

It’s Always Been You

Pretty Little Secret 

Midnight Talks & Firewhisky 

Leaving It All 

h e r m i o n e  g r a n g e r 

Dating Hermione Granger Would Include...

l u n a  l o v e g o o d 

Dating Luna Lovegood Would Include...

hello lovely :) thank you so much, it means more than you know! 

M A R A U D E R ‘ S  E R A :

Wow, you’re definitely James Potter’s girl. You’re first introduced to him as Ravenclaw’s new seeker, or in his mind, competition. And then game day rolls around and he’s watching you laugh with the team in the locker room, and it gets harder to still see you that way. And, then Gryffindor takes the match, so he finds you in the dining hall to gloat. You just roll your eyes and call him some big word that was positively an insult, he just didn’t know what it meant. And that’s when he decides you were going to be his. After a couple weeks of letting him chase behind you in the hallways and spout off pickup lines every chance he got, you agreed to butterbeer in Hogsmeade, and the rest was history. Coming out of your shell around him took a while, but when you did, he was all for you. You, and all the lazy movie dates, and little quirks. 

G O L D E N  T R I O  E R A  :

I ship you with Cedric Diggory! You’d probably meet through quidditch, and catch the eye of Hufflepuff’s Star Seeker and Captain. And you’ve got him, just like that. He falls in love with everything about you, even if that does come with tripping over potted plants and books in the dark at 3 am when he sneaks into you dorm. Being such a golden boy, it was nice to have your introvert personality to balance him out sometimes. His favorite season was Spring, because that was the time you spent every Sunday with him by the lake - listening to music, or playing ukulele for him, having little picnics, reading. It was just something about the sight; a pretty girl surrounded by Sprout’s weird red flowers that sprouted by the lake in the Spring with the breeze in her hair and a smile on her face. It was captivating, to say the least. You had such a sweet relationship, and Hogwart’s most popular couple, and Cedirc wouldn’t have it any other way. 

a/n - this hasn’t been edited at all, let me know if you find any mistakes. sorry for the inactivity. love you guys and thanks for the support xx

“Gryffindor wins this match, and you owe me a victory kiss,” James said, leaning his broom against the wall, staring at the Slytherin captain, who he also happened to be completely entranced by. She popped her gum with a cocky grin, “Fair, and when Slytherin wins, you’re doing my History of Magic homework for a week.”

“Deal,” James smiled, shaking your hand with a smirk. You rolled your eyes as Potter began to stalk off. At the end of the hallway, he turned on his heel. “Y/N?” 

You raised your eyebrows, and James smiled, “In case you were wondering, cherry chapstick is my favorite.” 

Sirius slung an arm around Jame Potter’s shoulder. With a sigh, James charmed his laces tied. Today would go down in infamy. The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match was only minutes away now. James’ blood was pumping. He was ready to win this, to wipe the smirk off Y/N Y/L/N’s pretty little face, and more importantly, get what she’d promised. She beat him last year, and slaughtered his team in their annual scrimmage. James had accepted the past as the past, and was more than ready to make the Slytherins eat shit. Sirius smugly smiled, “So, you gonna take your eyes off of Y/L/N’s ass long enough to catch the snitch today, Potter?” 

“Oh, shove it,” James groaned. There was no denying it - he was head over heels for the Slytherin captain, but that wouldn’t stop him from beating the snot out of her team. Nothing could save her now. James Potter was determined to get that kiss. Sirius laughed and James hit him with a grin, “You’re really doubting me now, Black?” 

Sirius just laughed, and pushed his friend forward and onto the sidelines of the pitch. The crowds were packed. McGonagall was sat close beside the announcer in the box, glasses at the tip of her nose, glaring down at James and the team behind him. If anyone needed anymore motivation to destroy Slytherin now, they had it, with Minnie’s threatening stare on their backs. James tucked his broom between his legs and kicked up to hover. The rest of the team followed suit, and their side of the stands let out a few hoots as they came into view. 

Across the pitch, the Slytherin team came into view. James could see you in the front, laughing at Colleen Freeman, a Slytherin chaser. You looked away from her, and right at James. You conjured up a confident smirk and James felt his heart stop for a second. This was the most beauty he’d seen yet, ponytail blowing behind you, determination in your eyes, and warm fall sun on your face. A whistle sounded, knocked James back towards the game. Winking at your quickly and smugly, James looked to the announcer as his voice boomed over the chaos of the crowds. 

“Welcome one, and welcome all our annual Slytherin versus Gryffindor match! Now, not to waste any time, let’s have a round of applause for the Slytherin team!” the fourth year Hufflepuff bellowed. “Seeker, Y/N Y/L/N! One of Slytherin’s finest! Beater, Marci Crocker, another gem!” 

James watch you fly over the crowd followed by Marci, clapping hands with the onlookers. The rest of the team filed behind you as their names were called. James scoffed at the overrated hoots and hollers from the Slytherins. Soon, they were all on the field, now lined up and waiting for the match to begin. 

The announcer began spitting out names from the Gryffindor, and you watch as they all flew into the air, entertaining a little hype, and then settling across the field from you. Madam Hooch blew a whistle beneath you, and loudly requested the captains. As did in every game, you and James flew down, eye level with Hooch. 

“Captains,” she said. “Shake hands. I want a clean match, you two.” 

You looked up at James and grinned, “It’s on, Potter.” 

“You bet your ass it is,” he agreed, clapping your hand in his. 

Madam Hooch once again blew her whistle, “Players! In your positions!” 

You rose up from the ground to hover above your team as the game commenced. Hooch was spouting her nonsense, as the Snitch buzzed around. Finally, she released the quaffle, and the game was off. You glanced around for the Snitch, and then at James, who was already looking at you. You blinked, and looked away, zooming to a higher vantage point. You were set on winning this game. You wouldn’t give Potter the satisfaction.

Seven minutes went on, you and James both trying to spot the snitch. It seemed impossible. Suddenly, you heard a buzzing behind you, and turned to see the snitch about two feet away. Your breath caught in your throat and you whipped around towards it, zipping behind it as it plummeted. You hear both the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams burst into cheer as you and apparently James both switched into action. 

You were nearing the snitch, but could see James moving closer out of the corner of your eye. You reached your fingers out, almost grazing the wing, and James dived underneath you, behind zipping straight up and stealing the snitch from right in front of you. His eyes lit up and he began squawking immediately. 

“Would you look at that, folks?” the announcer cheered. “The snitch has been snatched! Congratulations, Gryffindor!” 

James laughed in front of you as teammates flew closer and the crowds roared. The sound of canons and bells filled your ears as the Gryffindors rejoiced. “Oh, the sweet sound of victory!” 

“Oh, piss off, Potter,” you said playfully. “We both know you robbed me.” 

“I’ll accept my reward at any time now,” James replied. “Fair and square, Y/L/N.”

You scoffed and flew closer to James. You would never admit it, but you might’ve been looking forward to this. The Gryffindor captain smirked, sliding a hand over your cheek. You smiled, “Fair and square.” 

James leaned in and placed a short, and sweet kiss on your lips. He smiled, tasting the cherry chapstick on your mouth. Pulling away with a laugh as the other Gryffindors piled in, he pecked your lips one more time before soaring off for a victory lap. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes. 

A soft thud sounded out, and looking up, you found the bright green eyes of you cat who’d just jumped onto your desk. You stared at her for a second, before returning your attention to the almost blank piece of parchment sitting in front of you. Professor Binns had given the class an assignment Friday to be due Monday, and you hadn’t written more than two sentences. Your current studies in History of Magic were in relation to the founders of Hogwarts, and so Binns had assigned random founders to random students, and you’d been so lucky to be assigned Rowena Ravenclaw, the most intimidating of the four. The essay was to be about one major contribution they had to the wizarding world, and how it had affected you personally. Unfortunately, Rowena Ravenclaw hadn’t done a thing for you besides being in the foursome that founded your school.  

You’d been up all night trying to get the words on paper, and you didn’t know why this was so hard for you. Surrounded by books, you dropped your quill with a sigh to pat Delilah’s head. She mewed, and sprawled out across your parchment, knocking over an ink well in the process. You sprung from your seat, and quickly charmed away the mess. You scolded Delilah, looking at the couple blots on your shirt. The morning light shining through the window gave them a blueish hue. You yawned, looking out across the field behind your dorm. 

Seconds later, a knock on the door broke you from your fatigue induced trance. You trudged over, glancing at your appearance in the mirror while calling out to the visitor. You were in no condition to be in anyone’s presence. You looked like a deprived raccoon, hair sticking in all directions with bags under your eyes in pajamas. Nonetheless, you opened the door, nearly slamming it shut when you saw your visitor. 

Remus Lupin stood outside your dorm in a sweater and glasses. He looked just as tired as you, but had a warm glow as always. He bit down on his lip as you swung the door open, shoving his left hand into his pocket. 

“Uh, hi,” he stammered. 

You gave him a quizzical look. Remus Lupin wasn’t even supposed to know you existed. He was the popular, mysterious, prank-pulling Marauder in the year above you. What business did he have outside of your room at nine on a Sunday morning? 

“I, erm,” he stuttered again. “I believe these are yours.” 

With a soft jerk, he pulled something out of his pocket. Whatever it was unraveled as he lifted it, and you gasped when you recognized your panties in Remus Lupin’s hand. “Oh my God.” 

“Listen, don’t get me wrong,” he started quickly. “I’m flattered, really, but I can’t just - well, you know. I...I’m really not the type of guy to-” 

“Bloody hell,” you groaned, snatching them out of his hands. “My cat, Delilah, she’s a real charmer when she’s not stealing my panties and parading them down the halls of Gryffindor Tower.” 

“I- what?” he asked. 

“Some cats steal socks, or corks, or - well that’s beside the point really,” you clarified. “My cat steals underwear.” 

“So...so, you didn’t leave your panties outside my door?” he questioned, eyes growing wider with every word. 

“No...” you mumbled, leaning on the doorframe. 

Remus let out a quiet laugh, “Well this is bloody embarrassing.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you giggled, watching the tension in Remus’ stance fall. He ran a hand through his hair with another hearty laugh. You smiled, balling up your underwear. You knew you should be more embarrassed about this, but you were so sleep deprived and brain dead you didn’t seem to really care. 

“I think I’m going to go now,” Remus said, cheeks glowing scarlet. “Save myself any future humiliation.” 

He turned away quickly, almost jogging down the hallway. You bit down on your lip, making a split second decision. “Hey, Remus! Wait!” 

He turned around, tucking the book he’d been carrying under his arm. He gave you an expectant look. You smiled, throwing your panties into the clothes bin to your right. “Did you want to come in?” 

hello :) sorry this has taken be so long!