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Prompt 20 - Established Relationship
@wolfstarmicrofic May 20, word count 546
“Godric, I love you,” Sirius moaned into Remus’s ear as he clambered onto his lap in the booth they sat at with their friends in the three broomsticks.
“Oh no you don’t!” Marlene burst out, grabbing the back of Sirius’s robes. “It is too early for sappy Sirius to make an appearance. I am not sitting next to you speaking sweet nothing's into Remus’s ear at full volume because you can't figure out whispering when I am this sober.” Sirius reached over and pushed a glass of something that smelled like paint stripper in front of Marlene.
“Then hurry up and get drunk, so I can make out with my boyfriend.”
An hour later, they were all a bit worse for wear and Sirius had somehow lost his shirt. He couldn’t even see it. He turned his bleary head to look behind him and found himself eye to eye with Dorcas. She was sitting on Marlene’s lap, giggling as she whispered something into Marlene’s ear and stroked her fingers up and down Marlene’s arm. Marlene had her hand splayed across Dorcas’s thigh, the tips of her fingers disappearing up her short skirt.
“Oi,” Sirius complained. “If I can’t be soppy,"
“I said sappy,” Marlene corrected.
“Whatever,” Sirius stuck out his tongue. “Either way, if I can’t be, then neither can you.”
“Oh hush, we’re nowhere near as bad as you two when you get going.” Marlene scoffed. Sirius turned to grin wickedly at Remus, who stole a kiss from his boyfriend and winked at him before he took another sip of his drink.
“I don’t think you can chastise us, Marlene, when James and Lily are at the same table. Together, the four of them looked across the booth. James’s glasses were hanging on for dear life from one ear. His hair was completely upright and looked hilarious and Lily, like Sirius, and Dorcas, was sitting on her lover's lap. She had her hands fully pushed under James’s jumper and pressed into his chest.
Sirius grimaced, he was almost certain he’d just seen James’s tongue pushing against the inside of Lily’s cheek.
“There isn’t enough alcohol in Hogsmeade for me to sit here with that going on. Fancy a stroll, my love?” He asked Remus.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Remus replied, gathering their things, Sirius’s shirt magically reappearing. He threw down a few Galleons and they made their escape.
“Hey! Wait for us!” Marlene cried out and raced across the pub and out the door, dragging Dorcas behind her. James and Lily were blissfully unaware that they’d been ditched.
Remus wrapped an arm around Sirius and Sirius snuggled in close to his warmth.
“Shall we head back to the dorm while James is otherwise engaged? There’s something I want to try.” Remus had that look in his eye that drove Sirius wild.
“Bye guys,” He called over his shoulder as he allowed Remus to lead him towards the edge of the village. He was so lucky to have Remus in his life. He felt so loved and wanted in a way even James couldn’t give him. Why did the castle have to be so far away? He wanted to know what Remus had planned. Whatever it was, he knew it would be fun. It always was.
#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fic#wolfstar fluff#sirius black#remus lupin#dead gay wizards#remus john lupin#sirius orion black#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes#james potter#lily evans#the marauders era#the marauders’ era#the marauders#the three broomsticks#drunk marauders#wait where did my shirt go?#established relationship
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James, drunk: MOONY! I PROUD YOU
Remus, also drunk: AWWWW THANK YOU PRONGS, I PROUD YOU TOO🥹
Sirius, surprisingly sober: WHAT ABOUT ME?!
Peter, very drunk: DONT WORRY PADS! I PROUD YOU, SO SO SO PROUD YOU!!
Sirius, starts tearing up: AWWW! thank you wormtail, I proud you too, so proud you!
#drunk marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#james potter#wolfstar#marauders#moony#padfoot#remus loves sirius#moony x padfoot#remus x sirius#sirius loves remus#marauders headcanon#marauders fandom#the marauders#marauders era#incorrect marauders quotes
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regulus being an absolute menace when drunk, he has never heard of personal space, not with james. there is nothing that will stand between him and his man. like clingy does not cut it, he is fully attempting to climb james every chance he gets but james loves this so much, he's happy to be a tree for reg to climb, his lap's only purpose is to be a seat for reg and he does not need his hands for anything other than touching his boyfriend all the fucking time
#i love clingy ass drunk reg so much#and james is like yesss#i am a tree#u are a koala#that is what we are#jegulus#marauders#regulus black#james potter#james x regulus#starchaser#sunseeker#gay dead wizards#jegulus hc#harry potter#marauders era#marauders fandom#the marauders#marauders harry potter#james potter x regulus black#james and regulus#regulus x james#regulus and james#regulus arcturus black#james loves regulus#regulus black x james potter
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James, drunk: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOYFRIEND?!
Stranger: What does he look like?
James, bursting into tears: BEAUTIFUL!
#harry potter series#marauders era#the marauders#the marauders era#marauders#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#james x regulus#regulus x james#starchaser#sunseeker#james is a loud emotional drunk
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james potter’s OG Hoes™️ (some of them ain’t loyal)
close ups and the sketch bc i like it a lot:
#peter was 100% drunk#he’s the type of guy that becomes another person when alcohol gets in his system#drunk peter is like sober sirius on a good day (chaos-wise)#remus was watching them like#look at these idiots…i love them#twin bitches twin bitches twin bitches hopping off a jet skiiiii#istg if the quality is shit i’m hitting tumblr w a stick#marauders era#marauders#james potter#james fleamont potter#sirius black#sirius orion black#peter pettigrew#prongs#padfoot#wormtail#fanart
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james: i wasn't even that drunk! i was barely tipsy!
regulus: sweetheart, you sent me a voice message and got upset when i didnt say "i love you" back.
#ib: me and my bf.#i was drunk and sending him voice notes from the bath#the marauders#jegulus#james potter#starchaser#regulus black#marauders
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“cigarette” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 262 words
Regulus is smoking on the balcony when James comes to stand beside him at the railing. Regulus slides his pack of cigarettes over to James who takes one and lights it before sliding the pack back to Regulus.
“Thank you.” James says.
Regulus hums in response. James takes a long inhale but instead of exhaling like a normal person, James tilts his head back and blows out small breaths making the smoke come out in several little puffs.
“You’re an idiot.” Regulus scoffs.
“Thank you.” James says again.
“That wasn’t a compliment.” Regulus tells him.
“Anything from you is a compliment. And I’ll always thank you for it.” James leans in to bump Regulus’ shoulder.
“You’re ridiculous.” Regulus pushes him away.
“Thank you.” James grins at him.
Regulus turns to scowl at James and James’ grin only gets bigger. They enter a weird sort of staring contest that Regulus knows he won’t be able to maintain before he does something stupid like push James off the balcony or kiss him senseless. He’s not sure which he’d prefer at the moment so instead he just rolls his eyes and turns back to the railing.
“You’re insufferable.” He mumbles.
“Thank you.” James smirks.
Regulus looks back at James and narrows his eyes curiously. He tilts his head to the side and thinks for a moment.
“You have beautiful eyes.” Regulus tells him.
“Tha… wait what?!” James sputters then just stares at Regulus dumbfounded.
Regulus smirks victoriously, puts out his cigarette and turns to go inside.
“Bye James.” He says cheekily over his shoulder as James stands frozen at the railing.
#james is smooth#until he’s not#inspired by several recent posts i’ve seen about what happens when reg flirts back#basically#james loses his shit#reg is drunk with his newfound power#james loves regulus#regulus loves james#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus fanfiction#marauders fanfiction#marauders#regulus black#james potter#james x regulus#marauders era#harry potter marauders#harry potter#jegulus fanfic#dead gay wizards from the 70s#dead gay wizards#jeggyverse microfic
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Omg I love ur James fics. You think you could do one where reader finally feels comfortable getting drunk while going out with their group because she knows James is there to take care of her. Ur drunk reader x James interactions are too cute. I feel like I always have a hard time letting go cause I’m afraid I’ll need to take care of my other friends haha. Love your work!
thank u love! i have fun writing them, i just know james would be so caring! ps thank you for being patient ik this request came in a while ago
𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (i think that’s it but lmk if i missed any pls)
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"But what if Sirius tries to get a new tattoo again?" you ask, twisting back and forth with a steady squeak, squeak, squeak of your barstool.
James clasps his hand on your shoulder, turning you one last time to face him. "Remus is watching him."
"What if Marlene tries to go on another one of her adventures?"
Marlene has a knack for getting herself into precarious situations when she gets drunk, which she likes to call her “little adventures.” Usually, this means going home with a stranger, whether it’s for a hookup or to steal their lightbulbs because they looked at her wrong.
"Lily’s got her.”
"What if I do something stupid?" you ask, now swinging your legs. The nerves eating away at you just won’t let you sit still.
James puts his other hand on your knee, soothing you with a gentle squeeze. "I'm watching you," he says. After thinking it over for a moment, he adds, “And I don't think you'll do anything stupid. Even if you do, I'll do something more stupid so that nobody notices."
This earns him a giggle from you, and he’s happy to see you smiling. He picks up your glass, which is now covered in beads of water, plenty of time having passed for condensation to run its course. He dries what he can with a napkin because he knows you hate when the droplets land in your lap.
You once asked him why it happened, even though you knew the answer. He simply told you it was science.
“Science is stupid,” you had said, eyes fixating on several small spots of water soaking into your jeans.
Now, James wraps your glasses with napkins. He holds out your drink, a black napkin enveloped around it, as he asks, “You want to do this, right?”
You peek into the glass and watch the dwindling ice cubes swirl around in a vodka cran; a drink that James had called “beginner friendly.”
“Yeah,” you answer shyly.
James frowns. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”
You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over. A part of you wants to forget it, but another part of you knows you’d be disappointed in yourself for chickening out again.
You wrap your hand around the glass, cringing at the squish of the soggy napkin beneath your fingertips. You don’t know what’s worse: this feeling or the water dripping all over you. But James’ attempts to help make you feel warm inside, so you don’t complain.
“No, I still want to do this.”
“Then I’m here for you. Promise.” James gives your knee another squeeze.
You cast a look toward your friends. For years, you've nominated yourself as the designated driver. Or you've claimed to have early morning obligations. You've always felt better knowing someone sober was around to deliver plenty of water and carb-rich snacks to your incapacitated friends.
That was your excuse, anyway. Not that it isn't one of your concerns, but truthfully, something about drinking makes you feel uneasy. You always knew your friends were safe because you've been there, ready to hold back anyone's hair or stray them away from bad decisions. If you drank too, how could you be sure your friends would have someone to depend on? How could you be sure you would have someone to depend on?
Then, you started dating James, and you found a level of trust you never knew was possible. You know you can depend on him for anything.
When you admitted to him why you never drink when you go out, he swore up and down that he would be there for you.
Remembering his promise summons a wave of courage. You shoot James a nervous smile, and take your first sip, scrunching your nose as it burns your tongue.
"This is kind of gross."
James barks a laugh, "We can try to find something you'd like better next round. That is, if you decide to have another."
Feeling brave, you do have another. That's when you discovered something called the Cosmic Lemon Fizz; a drink that sparkles with edible glitter and manages to be blue, green, and yellow all at once. You laughed when you saw it, not knowing how in for it you were.
"Jamie!" you exclaim after taking a sip of your third Cosmic Lemon Fizz. "This tastes like happy feels!" you gasp as if the thought had just occurred to you, despite this being the fourth time you tell him.
"I bet it does!" James cheers. His eyes wrinkle in the corners as he beams at you.
"You should try one!" you declare, and immediately try to flag over the bartender.
James smoothly takes your hand, stopping you as he says, "No can do. Made a promise to a pretty girl that I wouldn't have a drop tonight."
You whip your head around. "Who!?" you ask, eyes wide.
"Who do you think, pretty girl," he says, poking you in the side.
Giggles escape you and you swat his hand away. He doesn't go far, lifting his arm to brush some stray hairs out of your face. His hand lingers on the side of your face, soothing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.
You lean into his touch, gazing up at him with an affectionate glaze in your eyes; a look that gives him butterflies.
"Wowww," you say dreamily. "You're handsome."
James feels his heart flip in his chest. "Thank you, love," he says, a soft smile playing at his lips.
"Hey," Sirius says, appearing out of nowhere as he lazily throws an arm over your shoulders, "How's it going over here?"
While you're distracted with Sirius, James waves over the bartender and replaces your drink with water. The next time you reach for your glass, you hesitate.
"Where's my cosmo magic fizzy thingy?" you ask, an eyebrow raised as you glance at James.
"You must've finished it," he shrugs, acting clueless.
"That's like the oldest trick in the book. You replaced it with water and now you're trying to be sneaky!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," James feigns innocence.
You giggle, bringing the straw to your lips. "I knew you'd take care of me. I love you," you say, happily sipping your water.
James feels another eye-wrinkling smile break out on his face. "I love you too, pretty girl."
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#james potter x reader#james potter fluff#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x you#james potter oneshot#james potter drabble#james potter fanfic#james potter fic#james potter one shot#james potter fanfiction#james potter#fluff#james potter x drunk!reader#marauders era#marauders fanfic#marauders era fanfiction#marauders fic#marauders fluff#marauders
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”platonic prongsfoot” they’ve been inside each other
#this draft lmaooooo#i think i was drunk when i wrote this but i was SO right#prongsfoot#sirius black#james potter#marauders
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i need evan to be a bouncer at a club and for a drugged, drunken barty to mistake him as an angel
#evan would be an amazing bouncer you cannot change my mind#he is disgusted by how drunk people act#he gags while moving them#and barty’s living his best brat summer life#marauders#rosekiller
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Prompt 20 - Spirit
@wolfstarmicrofic October 20, word count 509
“Come on, Moony, get this down you!” Sirius bounded across the Potter’s garden where the Marauders had taken refuge from the party James’s parents had thrown while they were back for the Christmas Holidays. Remus had come out of the crowded house after being caught up in a conversation with Uncle Albert about his grandmother's ghoul and how it used to keep him up when he stayed at hers. Remus had been rescued by Monty, and he’d run out of the house. Sirius held up the bottle, and Remus glugged down a mouthful. It was some type of spirit that burned on the way down.
“Fuck!” He wheezed, suddenly breathless. He looked down at the bottle. Firewhisky. “That’s not bad actually,” He huffed, taking another good swig of the fiery drink.
“Looked like you needed it mate,” James clapped him on the back. “Sorry about Uncle A, he gets a bit carried away,”
“No worries your dad took care of it,” Remus grinned.
“At least they won’t find us out here for a while,” Peter said happily from his spot on the edge of one of Effie’s raised flowerbeds.
“Privacy wards,” Sirius supplied while Peter took a tentative sip from the firewhisky bottle.
They spent the next few hours passing the bottle around and making their way from the piles of nibbles they kept summoning from the dining room.
“Boys, it’s time to come in,” Effie called from the backdoor. They were all far too drunk to be the polite young gentlemen they were meant to be saying goodbyes to all the guests. Remus looked down at Sirius, whose head was resting in his lap, he was fast asleep.
“Boys!” Effie called again.
“Me and Pete will take this one for the team,” James grinned, clapping Remus on the back as he trotted across the grass with a swaying, slightly green-looking Peter following behind. “Try and get him upstairs into bed if you can,” James called over his shoulder.
“Sirius,” Remus whispered gently, stroking the curls off of Sirius’s face. Sirius stirred. “Sirius, it’s time for bed,” Sirius whined and rolled over, burying his head deeper into Remus’s lap. “Sirius,” Remus laughed. “Come on,” He tried to pull Sirius up into a sitting position. With a lot of effort, he finally came, but before Remus could haul him to his feet, Sirius slid onto his lap and kissed him. “Sirius,” Remus whispered quietly when the kiss ended, needing Sirius to realise who he’d kissed.
“Moony,” Sirius sighed and sunk into another sweet kiss. Remus kissed him back, earning a deep moan from the boy he’d held a torch for for over four years. “Come on, let’s get to bed before the others come back out to help,” Sirius grinned, sounding more sober than Remus had thought he was and stood offering his hand to Remus. Remus rolled his eyes but took it and couldn’t help the blush that covered his face when Sirius led him by the hand back into the house and up the stairs without saying goodnight.
#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fic#wolfstar fanfiction#sirius black#remus lupin#dead gay wizards#sirius orion black#sirius o black#remus john lupin#remus j lupin#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#sirius and remus#remus and sirius#marauders era#harry potter#wolfstar fluff#damn uncle Albert leave poor moony alone#firewhisky#drunk marauders#first kiss#remus trying to get a drunk sleepy sirius into the house#sirius deciding that he needs to kiss remus first#sirius taking control and remus just following#James potter#peter pettigrew#monty potter#effie potter#spirit
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“but it’s not canon” name one thing in this fandom that’s canon…i’ll wait.
#jegulus#marauders#harry potter#marauders era#the marauders#wolfstar#james potter#regulus black#sirius black#ao3#drunk af rn#listening to conan gray#i love the marauders#remus lupin#padfoot#sirius#dead gay wizards from the 70s#icedcoffeebabyy#rosekiller#anything for our moony#barty crouch jr#dead gay wizards#marlene mckinnon#moony#dorlene#marylily#pandalily#starchaser#ao3 fanfic
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*marauders drunk after a party*
Remus: *points at Sirius* who the fuck is that?!?
James: *gasps* ITS SATAN
Peter: *grabs his wand and a twig and makes a cross* BeNikOpHGRETF! AWAY SATAN!
Sirius: *starts crying* yOu DoNt wAnT mE HeRe?!
Peter, feeling bad: Oh no! I'm sorry, don't go away Satan. I didn't mean it.
James: *also feels bad* yeah! Come join us!!
Remus: ...you know, my boyfriend looks just like you...must be a coincidence. *Shrugs*
#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#marauders#moony#padfoot#remus loves sirius#moony x padfoot#remus x sirius#sirius loves remus#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#prongs#wormtail#james potter#peter pettigrew#drunk marauders#marauders fandom#marauders headcanon#the marauders#marauders era#incorrect marauders quotes
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Drunk wolfstar doodle (remus is a sad drunk)
#sirius black#wolfstar#marauders#remus lupin#remus x sirius#sirius x remus#marauders fandom#marauders art#marauders fanart#remus is a sad drunk#drunk remus lupin#remus is clingy and i'm here for it#wolfstar art#wolfstar fanart#Spotify
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*sees a girl with heavy eyeliner*
My brain: oooh marlene mckinnon core
*sees a Queen/Bowie vinyl*
My brain: Sirius Black vibes!!!
*sees strawberry cupcakes*
My brain: so Lily Evans coded!!
*sees a rat*
My brain: PETER?????
#for legal reasons im not drunk but ive texted half my friends about it so#in my brain the PETER??? is shouting which rn feels funny#GOSH I GOTA GO TO SLEEP#its not even late but#yk what screw ‘for legal reasons’ no police ofucer is on tumbrl. i had an aperol and it was HEAVY#the fact that i texted half my friends about this proves i need to get a lufe#*life#marauders era#the marauders#marauders#sirius black#marlene mackinnon#lily evans#peter pettigrew
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Yule Ball (Young!Remus lupin x reader)
request: not really a request acutally, just something i wrote at litteramly 3am
Summary: Remus Lupin asked Y/N to the Yule Ball with the help of his friends, but his night took a sour turn when he turned to alcohol to mask his nerves, leading to a misunderstanding with Y/N.
Warning: Alcohol, a bit of angst, happy ending, marauders era
Word Count: 1390
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Hogwarts Castle was alive with anticipation as the Yule Ball approached. Snowflakes danced outside the tall, arched windows, blanketing the grounds in pristine white. Inside, students buzzed with excitement, discussing dresses, dates, and the music that would soon fill the Great Hall. Remus Lupin, however, found himself lost in thought, his gaze drifting to a girl across the room.
“Oi, Moony!” Sirius’s voice broke through his reverie. “Stop daydreaming and join us! We’ve got a plan!”
Remus blinked, pulled from his thoughts of Y/N—the girl who had captivated his attention for months. He turned to see Sirius, James, and Peter huddled together, their faces alight with mischief. “What plan?” he asked hesitantly, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach.
“Simple! You need to ask her to the Ball!” James exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “We’ll help you out.”
Remus’s heart raced at the thought. “What if she says no?” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
“Don’t be a prat,” Sirius chided, slapping him on the back. “You won’t know until you try. Besides, you’ve got us.”
With a deep breath, Remus nodded. “Alright. I’ll do it.”
“Good! We’ll be right here, cheering you on,” Peter piped up, a nervous grin spreading across his face.
The four of them made their way to the common room, where Y/N sat, her laughter ringing out as she chatted with her friends. Remus’s palms grew sweaty, and his heart pounded in his chest.
“Just go for it!” James whispered, nudging him forward.
With a final nod of encouragement from his friends, Remus approached Y/N, trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. “Um, hey, Y/N?”
She looked up, her smile brightening the dimly lit room. “Hey, Remus! What’s up?”
“Would you, um, would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” he blurted, his cheeks flushing.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch. Y/N’s eyes widened, and then she broke into a grin. “I’d love to!”
Relief washed over him, followed by a wave of excitement. “Great! I mean, awesome!”
As the evening of the Ball approached, Remus’s excitement began to wane, replaced by nerves. His friends had concocted a plan to help him “relax” before the big night.
“Just one drink, Moony,” Sirius insisted, pouring a golden liquid into a glass. “It’ll loosen you up. You can’t go in all shy and awkward.”
“Yeah, it’s just a little fun,” Peter added, his eyes hopeful.
Remus hesitated, glancing at the glass. “I don’t know, guys. I’m not sure…”
“Just trust us. We want you to have a good time,” James urged, nudging the glass closer.
With a resigned sigh, Remus took the glass and downed it in one gulp. The warmth spread through him, igniting an unexpected confidence. “Okay, maybe just one more.”
Hours later, the Great Hall was transformed into a winter wonderland, sparkling with twinkling lights and shimmering decorations. Remus entered with his friends, feeling a bit unsteady but exhilarated. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Y/N, who looked breathtaking in a deep blue gown that flowed around her like liquid silk.
“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, striding over with an exaggerated swagger that felt foreign to him.
“Remus!” she greeted, her face lighting up. “You look… different.”
“Different good, I hope?” he shot back, grinning widely.
“Definitely,” she laughed, though her eyes narrowed slightly, as if sensing something was off.
The music began to play, and Remus took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. As they began to sway together, he felt a rush of energy coursing through him, emboldened by the alcohol. He spun her around, his laughter echoing around them.
“Wow, you’re really getting into it,” Y/N said, her smile bright but her expression shifting to confusion.
“Yeah, just letting loose!” he said with a wink, channeling his inner Sirius.
But as the night wore on, Remus’s bravado started to falter. He could feel Y/N’s energy diminish, her laughter softening, as if she were withdrawing.
“Remus…” she began, her brow furrowing slightly. “Are you alright? You seem a bit… off.”
“I’m great!” he exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly. “Just having a blast!”
She raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting from amusement to concern. “Are you sure? You smell like—”
“Like what?” he interrupted, laughing too hard to be convincing.
“Like alcohol,” she finished, her tone now serious.
His laughter faded, replaced by a creeping sense of dread. “Oh, uh… maybe just a bit?” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to regain his composure.
Y/N’s smile faltered, and in that moment, Remus saw the truth in her eyes: she was disappointed. “You didn’t drink to get through the night, did you?”
“No! I mean, yes, but…” He struggled for words, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. “I just wanted to enjoy the night, Y/N. I thought it’d help.”
Her expression hardened, and she took a step back. “I thought you wanted to be here with me, not as someone else.”
Remus felt a pang of regret, realizing how his friends’ well-meaning intentions had backfired. “I do want to be here with you! I just… I didn’t want to mess up.”
“Then why not just be yourself?” she asked, her voice softening but still laced with disappointment.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his heart racing. “I thought if I was more confident—”
“More like Sirius?” she interjected, crossing her arms. “That’s not you, Remus.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. She was right; he’d let the alcohol transform him into someone he wasn’t. “Can we just—”
“I think I need to go,” she interrupted, her voice steady yet strained.
“Y/N, wait—” he called after her, but she was already weaving through the crowd, her figure disappearing into the throng of students.
Frustration bubbled inside him as he turned to find his friends, who were still reveling in the dance. “What were you thinking?” he shouted, his voice rising above the music.
“Hey, Moony! You were fantastic!” Sirius cheered, oblivious to the storm brewing in his friend’s heart.
“Fantastic? I just ruined everything!” Remus snapped, his fists clenching at his sides. “She thinks I used alcohol to get through the night!”
“Wait, you did?” James asked, genuine confusion in his eyes. “I thought you were just having fun.”
“Fun? I was trying to impress her, not be a drunken fool!” Remus shot back, pushing through the crowd toward the exit.
“Moony, wait! We were just trying to help!” Peter called after him, but Remus didn’t stop. He stormed back to the Gryffindor common room, his emotions swirling like the snow outside.
Inside the cozy space, he paced, anger and regret twisting in his gut. How could he have let himself be swayed by his friends? The night he had looked forward to for weeks had turned into a disaster.
The door creaked open, and a moment later, Y/N stepped inside, her eyes searching the room. Relief and dread washed over him simultaneously.
“Y/N…” he began, but she held up a hand to stop him.
“I just wanted to say… I’m sorry for leaving like that. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—” She took a breath, her voice steadying. “I wanted to enjoy the night with you, not this… version of you.”
“I know,” he admitted, feeling the weight of her disappointment. “I messed up. I thought maybe if I was more confident, I could be someone you’d like.”
Y/N stepped closer, her expression softening. “I like you, Remus. But I like the real you, not this… flirty facade.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice earnest. “I promise, I’ll be myself next time.”
She smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing. “Next time?”
“Definitely. If you’ll still have me,” he said, hope creeping into his voice.
“Of course,” she said, her smile widening. “But just be you, alright?”
“Deal,” he replied, relief flooding through him.
As they stood together in the warm glow of the common room, Remus felt the connection between them grow stronger. The Yule Ball hadn’t gone as planned, but it had led him to something better: a chance to truly be himself with her.
Outside, the snow continued to fall, blanketing the ground in silence, as if in agreement with the promise of a new beginning.
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