#james if you see this i’m joking i would love a job please i need employment 🙏🙏

[181kmh]

williams is looking for a head of brand? yeah i bet they are

[myfictionaldreams]

I have such a specific idea for poly marauders so please bare with me .

James and Sirius were out to a fancy party and they come home early to see reader and remus having sex in the kitchen , remus has her spread on the table while he fucks her and she arches her back and sees sirius through blurry vision and calls his name, remus doesn’t notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name “ wrong boyfriend sweetheart “ so he fucks her harder until she calls his name “ there you go love”.

You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when they’re showering she reassure remus and says something like “ it’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you , you’re all consuming “ and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.

I’m so sorry that this is long and graphic.

Say My Name // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Whoever you are, anon, I thank you for giving me this request because, holy shit, it has turned me (and Remus) absolutely feral, and I have no regrets.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, werewolf troupes, feral remus lupin, dom/sub undertones, possessive sex, size difference/kink (!), praise kink, dirty talk, self-confidence issues, gentle touching/kissing, rough oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, overstimulation, table sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, crying, body worship, anxiety attack (nearly), restraints, blindfold, begging, aftercare :)))

Words: 5.7k

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“You both look so damn handsome!” you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Sirius’ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. “Maybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoats”, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Hmm, you think so?” he asks, dipping his height ever so slightly so that he could press his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss that still managed to pull desire in your abdomen as you leaned in for more but whined as he stood back to full height and straightened the waistcoat you loved so very much.

From behind you at the entrance to the bathroom, James was attempting to knot his bowtie when he wondered, “Are you sure you both don’t want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means there’s room for two. We don’t mind being fashionably late”. Glancing over your shoulder, you took in his slick attire that also caused warmth to bloom beneath your cheeks. A simple black jacket shaped perfectly for his slim waist, a crisp white shirt beneath and a matching shade of burgundy to Sirus was the colour for his tie.

The matching colours were an idea of Remus’, who was lounging across the mammoth bed, his long legs stretched out beneath him with one ankle crossed over the other. He watched James intently, the corner of his eye twitching at the messy-haired Marauder's attempts to tie his bowtie.

Remus stood and approached him, batting away James’ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. “No, it’s ok, James. Remus and I have a lovely night filled with a romantic home-cooked meal and a fancy bottle of wine. Who knows where the night may take us? Might end in some lovely… hand holding”, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.

“Oh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what you’ve got planned? You might need to up your game”, Sirius jokes under his breath as he watches your fingers closely with a dipped head.

Remus snorted, smiling to himself, knowing that your night would be filled with anything but hand-holding, especially as the hours ticked closer to the following day. It was approaching the full moon, not tomorrow but the next day, but that didn’t matter as the changes were already beginning to affect Remus, and it all started with his desire for possession.

The wolf in Remus took a keen liking to you, even from all those years ago when you met the Marauders on the train to Hogwarts. It was an obsession, a need that devoured him completely to be with you. It had been described to you like a mating. Remus’ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remus’ and the wolf’s mind thinned with the full moon, the desire would take hold of Remus. There was still the deep, adoring love that he held for James and Sirius, and thankfully, this stopped him from ever deeming them a threat against your love, but others? Well, that’s where the danger lay, and therefore, it was easier for everyone if you and Remus stayed in for the night rather than have a territorial wizard with werewolf anger in a room full of people.

“Remember to please be safe out there tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please don’t drink and fly again. I’m not having another incident like last time”.

“Yes, Mum”, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.

“I’ll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviour”, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.

“Good”, you say promptly, whilst curling a piece of his long hair around your fingers before reaching up to kiss his lips with a fierce press. “You look so handsome tonight,” you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.

“Don’t I always?” he responds cheekily, earning a half-hearted eye-roll as he eases away, swapping places with James so that he can say goodbye to Remus and James with you.

Your fingers automatically try to tangle through James’ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. “I don’t know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesn’t it add to my roguish good looks?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he gives you a broad grin whilst kissing each of your palms.

Your fingers cup his freshly shaved cheeks, caressing the smooth skin as you say, “I hope you have fun tonight”, whilst leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much vigour as you could hear from the groans across the room with Sirius and Remus.

James sighed into the kiss, one hand matching yours by resting along your cheek and the other on your lower back as his lips pecked across your face until hovering next to your ear. “If you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and we’ll come back straight away”.

Nodding your head in understanding, James kissed your cheek quickly before standing up to his full height and looking over at the other two men. “Sirius, take your tongue from Moony’s mouth; we must go!”

You tried to stifle your laughter as the two men pulled away from each other with rosy cheeks and wet lips.

Sirius and James disappeared with a flurry of green fire through the flu network installed in your shared home's kitchen. Remus turned to you with a heartwarming smile as he asked, “Shall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?”

You left it in Remus’ capable hands to find suitable music on his record player, and it ended up being a medley of David Bowie, which you were always happy to listen to. The two of you worked in unison to cook a beautiful roast dinner, moving around one another without getting in the way but making sure to remain at arm's length. Lingering touches to arms or backs, sipping slowly on the bottle of wine as Remus sang along to Bowie under his breath. You’d told him he could sing louder as you wanted to hear him, but he simply smiled and kissed your cheek, like he was embarrassed at being caught, but it was a rare day where Remus Lupin was embarrassed about anything.

The dinner was beautifully cooked, and there was enough for many more people than just you and Remus. Soon enough, you were stuffed full, thankful for deciding to wear a loose dress today with your expanded stomach. Remus was still eating as you sat and slowly digested your food, talking idly about fond memories from Hogwarts and how your work had been this week. Just anything domestically happy that the two of you could as you shifted closer in your seat so that his large scarred palm could rest on your thigh and your fingers interlock over the back of his hands.

“It’s a rare time when it gets to be just the two of us”, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.

“It’s been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes it’s hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldn’t you agree?”

His eyes softened as he nodded, “I definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?”

Warmth filled your cheeks as you looked away to the glass of wine in your other hand. Even after all these years, one small compliment from Remus felt like the world, and it wasn’t the first time he had said that tonight; he’d said it every other sentence, but that didn’t hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.

“You, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talker”, you say, drinking a sip of your wine, ignoring his growing smile. Placing the glass onto the table, you shifted closer to Remus, resting a hand on his chest as you realised how much time had passed over the night. “So pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if you’re lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mum’s cake from yesterday”.

Remus didn’t answer immediately as you realised he was just silently watching you with the beautiful twinkle back in his eye, a curve to his lips that you itched to caress with your thumb. But then, he shifted forward in his seat so you were only mere inches from your faces touching, and the soft flop of his mousey brown hair fell into his eyes. “You’re so pretty, Remus”, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.

“Pretty and scarred”, he muttered in response, cupping your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them carefully.

Your automatic response was to shout at him. It wasn’t that he had said anything remotely negative, but you knew the self-conscious thoughts that laced his words that he rarely spoke but still thought. You wanted to remind him of the hundreds of times he had ever scolded you for making negative comments about yourself or any self-doubt. Still, if you did, you knew it would ruin the positive mood for the night, so you wanted to continue with words of affirmation.

Closing the gap between each other, you kissed the tip of his nose whilst cupping both cheeks, paying specific attention to the thick pink scar that ran down from his temple, over his brow and his cheek. “I love you, scars and all”.

Remus’ tension seemed to ease from his shoulders as he breathed lightly out of his nose, his face lowering to rest on your shoulder as you held him for a moment before he began to stand and offered a hand, “What about a dance m’lady, then I’ll find you something sweet to suck on for desert”.

Ignoring the innuendo, you grinned up at him, placing your hand into his much larger palm. James and Sirius had lessons growing up from their families on how to dance for special balls they were forced to attend. You and Remus, on the other hand, were utterly clueless, but this only added to the joy and laughter as you both clumsily tried not to step on the other's toes or twirl without knocking into furniture.

You’d laughed so hard that a stitch formed in your side, causing the vivid dance to settle into a light sway. Your head rested on Remus's shoulder as his cheek pressed against the top of your head, arms around your shoulder as he lightly sang the next Bowie song.

Everything was perfect, especially as his rough fingertips danced up the nape of your neck, carefully tipping your head back so that you were now staring up into his kind eyes, his lips no longer moving along to the lyrics as he licked them carefully, moistening them before dipping his head. The kiss was as gentle as his hands now cupping your face, and you wondered for a moment if you were lightheaded from holding your breath in anticipation or from the effects of having your boyfriend kissing you.

Remus was soft, lovely and perfect as he eased away to put a gap between your mouths, but only so that he could adjust his position by keeping one hand on your jaw and the other around your waist before taking your breath away once more. Instantly, your body rose to the tips of your toes to be closer to him and firm the kiss.

The breath you’d both been holding released, noses pressing into each other's cheeks as the warm air tickled your ears. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and as you relaxed into the kiss, many things seemed to happen at once.

The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and the soft Remus you’d been carefully kissing and exploring with your lips was now firmly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you whilst simultaneously stepping towards the table as you squealed in shock, desperately gripping his shoulders for support.

Plates and glasses smashed onto the floor as Remus shoved aside the lovely table setting so that there was a firm blank canvas for you to be led on.

“Woah, Remus, just give me a minute.” You try to reason with him to at least get your bearings. Having been standing up two seconds ago, you were now led on your back with your boyfriend having become frantic with his actions. His shoulders shook with restraint, and his eyes didn’t lift from the edge of your skirt as he reached for the material. Not only this, but the brightness in his eyes had one, replaced with sinful hunger.

“Need you-” he muttered with a gruffness that hadn’t been there moments ago.

This was why you’d decided to stay in. Sometimes, Remus would curl around your body with the need to simply just breathe you in and declare that you were his; he’d become somewhat feral.

The fire in your body scorched to life as the need seeped into your core. As lovely as it had been, seeing him like this just did something to you. You wanted him just as desperately.

Frantically, you tried to help him lift up your skirt, but he was in control, pushing the material and tearing it in places with his firm grip until your legs and underwear-covered pussy were revealed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to dribble as you tried to reach for him to tell him to take a breath and compose himself, but all you were able to do audibly was scream out, head tipping back as Remus devoured you.

The Marauder hadn’t even waited for your underwear to be removed before his mouth was on you, hands not-so-gently wrapping around your thighs to push your legs apart, the slippers you’d been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like he’d not eaten a single thing all night with the way his lips and jaw moved against your most sensitive of areas.

The sensation was odd with the barrier of cotton in between your cunt and his mouth. All you had was the pressure, wetness beginning to soak through from his tongue and the overwhelming heat from his mouth. Remus moved hungrily, licking and caressing with his mouth as you lay with your arms gripping onto the edge of the table above your head.

“Rem-Remus! Merlin, please don’t stop!” you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldn’t even open your eyes without feeling dizzy with the sensations of his body all over your lower half as he pressed his tongue firmly against your throbbing clit, circling it with intention.

The hands on your thighs pushed harder, giving his face more room as a deep groan burned from his chest as he needed more. Still, as you whimpered from him to not stop, he stayed in place, stimulating your clit over and over again until your body was tensing with the pulses of desire from your cunt as your orgasm erupted.

His motions continued through the waves of pleasure, and even after, he carried on with his devouring, even as you verged on the edge of becoming overstimulated from the rough material of your panties rubbing against your delicate area. Remus needed more, and he was ready to take it.

The pressure on the back of your thighs suddenly disappears as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, giving you a better angle now to reach down and run your shaky fingers through his soft hair.

With your eyes firmly closed, you hadn’t noticed that your underwear had been torn clean from your body, only noticing when there was no barrier between what you both wanted. Your back arched from the stimulation of him sucking on your bundle of nerves, making an obscenely wet noise as your juices and his saliva caused a heavenly mess. 

Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you weren’t able to control your body, but he didn’t stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. “Please….please Remus”, you continued to beg but unsure of what as you were thoroughly warm head to toe with the effects from your last orgasm, but his playful mouth knew just the right ways to keep you at the elevated bliss.

The thickness of his tongue pressed against your throbbing hole, delving as deep as he could go before curling it and exploring the warm softness of your cunt as the tip of his nose stimulated your clit.

It was intense, primarily as his large hands now rested on your abdomen, pushing down and forcing your hips to remain against the table so that he could remain in complete control of the stimulation to your body.

Clenching relentlessly around his tongue, your body couldn’t tell if it was calming down from an orgasm or having another. The overwhelming sensation caused tears to well in your eyes as the apples of your cheeks burned with heat. Everything was too much; even the clothes covering your torso felt claustrophobic as your nipples ached to be free.

“Ah!” you babbled, unable to even say his name as more intense waves of pleasure rocked from your cunt as it pulsed around his tongue. The tears escaped down your cheeks as you tried to gasp for air, your body finally slumping in exhaustion against the table as Remus began to stand from where he’d been on his knees for you.

Each of your legs was carefully eased from his shoulders to dangle off the edge of the wooden surface, not that you could keep them up anyway, as your entire body felt as if it was made of jelly.

“Did so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?” he asked from where he now looked down at you, hovering only inches away from your face as his fingers wiped away the evidence of the tears. You nod quickly, opening your eyes for a split second to see Remus’ dark eyes and swollen, wet lips before they were pressing against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and allowing you the vulgar opportunity to taste your own juices from his mouth.

“My pretty girl tastes so good”, he admired, staring down at you, memorising every flicker of emotions on your face. You mewled at the compliment, nuzzling your face pathetically into his palm as he cradled your face. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it”.

His tone indicated that he was teasing, which was a rare attribute for Remus as he usually just liked to do whatever he had in mind, but when he was like this, wishing to get the very most from you as his werewolf subconscious began to flicker through his thoughts.

“You, I want you. Please!” you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.

The corners of Remus’ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, “Have I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?”

Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as he’d swiped his wand down the centre of your clothing until it was falling off of your shoulders, and your body could be free from the confines. His eyes lowered, focused on your pebbled nipples as they begged for him to be touched, but he didn’t rush to them.

Instead, Remus began the long journey of exploring the rest of your body with firm kisses and licking with the flat of his tongue. He paid special attention to your neck, as he always did this close to the full moon as his sharp teeth grazed over your pulse point, the animalistic side of his begging to bite down and mark his girl, but he restrained, knowing it would be painful for you. The last time he’d done so, he’d had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you weren’t his chew toy, even though you had insisted that it was ok.

Moving lower, Remus worshipped your breasts. He was licking the skin around the areola before drawing your nipple and some breast tissue into his mouth, sucking with enough force that the area swelled with the rush of blood. The fire in your core intensified as you gained enough energy to lift your hands and grip his shirt.

“I need you, Remus, please stop teasing me”, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.

“Relax, and just let me kiss you”, he sniped with desire as you wanted to sass back but found yourself melting into the table instead. Each inch of your stomach, hips, legs, arms, everywhere he could reach in this position, he praised with his mouth until he was once again hovering above your lips. “All I can think about is you”, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolf’s desire to be close to you.

Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, “I know, Remus, it’s ok. I’m right here. Take me”.

A shiver ran down his spine as he finally began to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock between your bodies as he rested on his elbows on either side of your face so that his face could nuzzle into your neck.

You took the honours of reaching between your legs, grasping his impressively hard cock, admiring the soft skin and veins that bulged as you pulled him closer to where you needed him most.

“Tell me you’re mine”, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.

Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, “I’m yours Remus - FUCK!”

All you could do was curse and cling to him as, with one powerful thrust, the majority of his cock stretched into your pussy. You could never take his entire length unless it were through anal play, but that didn’t stop him trying as the pressure became overwhelming as he nudged against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled once more as he gave you time to adjust, sighing blissfully against your neck as if he had finally found what it was that he was looking for. However, as your cunt frantically fluttered around Remus as you adjusted to the intrusion, Remus began to rut his hips in short, snapping thrusts slowly.

You groaned at the sensation and found your hips meeting his until all restraint was gone, and Remus was fucking you hard and fast.

Pushing up on his hands so that he was looking down at you, Remus fucked you hard. The table beneath you groaned just as loudly as you were as it rocked against the floor, and for a split second, you hoped it wouldn’t suddenly collapse beneath you two.

Remus suddenly moved as if hearing your thoughts, widening his stance as he stood to his full height, hands on your thighs and bringing your body to the very edge of the table. In this position, he could fuck you with quick snaps of his hips. Your back arched in this new position, pleasure pouring into your soul.

However, a noise over the sound of the fucking caught your attention as the fire flickered with green flames, and you couldn’t help but gasp, “Sirius!” as he stepped out of the fire, followed closely by James.

Remus, still with his head hunched slightly from where he was watching you intently, growled at the name used, his gaze hardening on you as he leaned back until you looked into each other's eyes. “Wrong name, Sweetheart”, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. “I only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?”

“Yes, Remus! I’m sorry!” you plead with him as he fucks you harder.

“There you go, Love. See, it wasn’t so difficult, was it?” As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as you’re plunged into darkness.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Moony”, James teases from somewhere across the room as you hear him and Sirius shuffling around but are unable to see what they are doing.

Remus grunts but doesn’t stop with his motions, making sure that your next orgasm is just as overwhelming and powerful as the others as your cunt clung to him for dear life, attempting to milk his balls with the powerful clenches but he didn’t stop fucking you all the way through your orgasm.

Having his hand over your eyes was a disorientating position to be in, especially as he would every so often kiss your cheek or neck, savouring your soft skin before moving away so that his momentum could continue.

A hiss echoed across the room from wherever your other two boyfriends currently were, and as another whimper sounded from what you assumed was Sirius, Remus then decided it would be a good time to completely pull out of your pussy, leaving you gaping and empty.

Before you could moan, more disorientation flowed through you as his hand was removed from your face, and your body was being manhandled so that you were now being turned over on the table until your front was pressed against the wood. With a gentle kick to your ankle, Remus made room between your legs for himself and fucked into you. He was even deeper in this angle, which you didn’t think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.

His and didn’t return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on James’ lap, both of their fancy clothes more dishevelled from earlier as the bowtie and scarf were off and the top buttons were undone. They stared intently at you and Remus as they touched one another. James was kissing the column of Sirius’ neck whilst his hands groped at the bulge at the front of his trousers. At the same time, Sirius was grinding his hips down on James, who you assumed had a matching bulge that was rubbing against Sirius’ arse.

“You’re mine, Love. Aren’t you? My pretty girl”, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.

“Yes! I’m yours, Remus! You’re so deep”, you proclaim with a cry as you find yourself already wanting to peak and cum over his thick dick again. However, Remus knew you just as well as you knew yourself and could feel the tightening of your soft walls and stopped all thrusting as you sobbed with the beautiful feeling washing away.

His hand eased beneath your face, holding your jaw and forcing your sight away from your boyfriend's until it was tilted to look over your shoulder at Remus. “You only get to cum after them”, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.

“Moony, you really are tense, aren’t you” Sirius jokes breathlessly as he moves more eagerly against James, whose hand is now fully inside of his boyfriend's trousers, wanking him off in time with the movements.

Thankfully it didn’t take them long to cum, Sirius first with his head thrown back and trousers staining a dark colour in a little puddle. James then rutted up into Sirius a few minutes later, groaning and stilling his movements. Both breathed each other in deeply, lazily kissing and holding onto one another until your sudden gasp echoed around the room as Remus continued with his fucking.

Your head moved to drop onto the table as you accepted the fucking, but Remus’ hand remained beneath, cushioning your face from the hardness of the wooden table as his lips moved to the junction between your throat and shoulder.

With each thrust, Remus repeatedly grunted the possessive word, “Mine!” until it was all you could think about. Your orgasm nearly caused you to pass out with its intensity. Juices streamed from your cunt, dripping down your thighs as waves of clenching pleasure constricted around Remus’ cock until he was forcing as much of himself as he could into you, and thick seed spurted into you. The warmth was welcomed as it soothed your pussy from the inside out as it began to trickle down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

You were half aware of your movements, more concerned with the fact that you couldn’t control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.

“Shh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. That’s it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well done”, Remus encouraged for some time as you’d been close to a panic attack with the overstimulation, close to tipping into the submissive headspace that would have taken them a lot longer to draw you out of.

“It’s just… a lot”, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give you”.

“I know, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”, he reassured calmly.

You’re exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, “I wanna go to sleep”.

Remus kissed your naked shoulder, “After we clean you up, ok, Love?”

As Remus begins to stand, his half-hard cock slipping out of your well-used hole with a slurp and shudder from both of you, did James finally step forward whilst readjusting his softening cock in his trousers.

Squatting down next to you, his fingers tentatively caressed your cheek while keeping an eye on Remus behind you to ensure the action wouldn’t trigger him somehow. “You alright there?” James asked softly.

“Mmhm. Just a little sleepy”, you say whilst closing your eyes at the ticklish touch on your face.

Sirius stepped forward from behind James, raising his wand and pointing it to the destroyed rest of the kitchen mess, “I’ll clean up here, you guys look after her, and I’ll join you in the bathroom”.

Remus had to carry you to the bathroom as liquid drips flooded out of you and marked the direction you had been giving Sirius more to clean up. As this house was altered for the four of you, the shower was wide enough to provide you with Remus and James plenty of room to wash together.

You attempted to stand up on your own but ended up leaning heavily on Remus as James washed the remnants of the fucking from your body was skilled, careful fingers.

“You know I didn’t mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didn’t expect to see them standing there and-” you begin to explain with Remus, worried he’d been upset by you saying Sirius’s name earlier.

However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, “I know”.

Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, “It’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you. You’re all consuming, Remus”.

Against your lips, you feel the heat radiating off of him in a quick burst of rare embarrassment as he actually blushed at your words.

“She’s right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without you”, James quips in a rare statement of sincerity.

A cough from the bathroom door catches all your attention as Sirius casually leans against the door frame, cheeks round with roast potato as he joins in with the Remus praising. “There’s a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupin”.

Three of you chuckled before you asked, “Are you eating my leftovers?”

“What?” he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. “The food was scarce at the party, and Moony’s roasties are always so fucking good”.

You nod in agreement before looking up at Remus once more, who looks quite proud of himself for the flow of compliments coming his way. However, as you attempted to lean up onto your tip toes again to kiss his handsome face in some way, your knees decided they were finished holding up your way as you nearly collapsed to the floor, only stopping because of his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“As much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bed”.

Remus lay in the centre of the bed, where he rightfully deserved to be tonight with you on top of him, face resting on his chest and legs on either side of his hips as each of your hands held his. Sirius and James joined later, deciding they needed some extra alone time in the shower together, as the dry humping hadn’t entirely filled that horny spot for either of them.

You were asleep by the time both men crept into bed, resting either side of you and Remus with arms spooning around your back as the three shared a kiss goodnight. “How was your night?” Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. “You’re both sober, so I’m assuming no mischief?”

“Oh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think we’re back so early?” Sirius declares whilst flicking out the laugh and curling in closer to the warmth of bodies as Remus chuckles into the darkness.

[moonstruckme]

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James draws closer to you. The older, stern-looking woman you’re talking to glances at him. It’s James’ job to blend in with the wallpaper, but he’s shirking those duties now for one more important. 

You follow the woman’s gaze, noticing him behind you. “Oh, hi.” You smile at him. It’s convincing, a good attempt at hiding how you’re feeling, but James knows you well. “I’m sorry, this is James. James, Linda.” 

“Pleasure to meet you.” James gives Linda a smile of his own. He knows who she is of course, everyone here tonight was pre-vetted by his team and he’s memorized her face as one of the safe ones. He shakes her hand, settling the other lightly on your back. “Sorry to steal her away, but” —James looks to you— “could I talk to you for a minute?” 

You give Linda an anxious glance, and he presses his hand more firmly to your back. A cue.

“Of course.” Your smile blooms again, this one apologetic. They’re all lovely, but James prefers the genuine ones. You say to Linda, “I’ll find you later, okay?” 

“Yes, please.” Linda gives your shoulder a fond squeeze, departing the conversation politely as James starts to guide you away. 

There’s a smaller room not far from you, usually connected to this main one but curtained off for the event. No one notices you slip through the curtain. Your quickening breaths are ten times more obvious in the quieter space. 

“It’s okay.” James supports you the rest of the way to the couch on the other side of the room. You sink down onto it on shaky legs. “You’re fine, angel.” 

You don’t move once you’re sitting, so he maneuvers your body for you, turning you sideways and bringing your feet up onto the couch so you can hug your knees the way you like to. Taking care of you is James’ job, but he thinks he would do it either way. He can’t imagine a life in which he isn’t looking after you. He unzips the back of your dress and starts taking off your shoes. These straps always give him trouble; he doesn’t know how you manage them.

You make a low, pained sound. James feels it in the back of his throat. “James—" 

“I’m not undressing you for everyone to see,” he says lightly. “Only loosening things so you can breathe. It’s just us here, yeah?” 

You nod, closing your eyes. Your breaths sound like they hurt. James doesn’t know what set you off, but these attacks are something you’ve dealt with before. He has a sense of what you need. 

“Sweetheart.” James finally succeeds in getting your shoes off. He clasps his hands over yours firmly, all piled atop your knees. “Just take a breath. One good breath.” 

You try, he sees you trying. But it seems like the air won’t settle in your lungs. Your eyes dip just south of his chin, as though you can’t stand to look at him while they grow distant and shimmery. 

“Good,” James praises you anyway. “You’ve got it, lovely, you’re okay. I know it’s hard right now, but can you do something for me? Tell me five things you can see.” 

You don’t want to. You never do, it’s clearly a lot of work to focus in this state, but eventually James coaxes you into identifying five things in the room. One of them is the earpiece he uses to communicate with the rest of the security team, which makes him smile. 

“I don’t usually call it my spiral cord thing,” he jokes, “but good job. Let’s do four things you can hear, yeah?” 

You get to three before you start crying. James’ heart aches. He hates to see you cry, but sometimes it does help you. You’re going to be upset about your makeup after, though. You fold your face into your knees, and he reaches over you to rub your back. 

“I know.” Your skin is warm beneath his touch, the whole of you shaking. “I know it doesn’t feel like it’s getting better, but it is. You’re doing a great job.” 

“I can’t—“

“Hey, you can. You can, sweetheart. You’re doing it already, you just can’t tell yet. Here, I have something for you.” James changes tactics, fishing in his pocket. He holds a bottle of lavender oil near your face. “Smell this.” 

You pick your head up, looking at the bottle before sniffing tentatively. 

“More than that,” he encourages. “Breathe it in. It’ll help.” 

You take the best inhale you can. Your nose runs and sweat glistens at your hairline, but you try for him. James praises you amply, taking deep breaths for you to copy. He isn’t sure if you notice him doing it, but eventually yours start to match his, slowing and lengthening until you’re getting true lungfuls of the lavender scent. 

James keeps it by your nose. With his other hand, he rubs your calf. 

“You’re okay,” he sighs. “How do you feel now, lovely?” 

“Okay.” Your voice still shakes, but now more with aftershocks than true adrenaline. “Sorry, I don’t know why that happened.” 

“You don’t have to know.” James pinches your nose clean, something in his stomach tightening when you shy. “I’m sorry it happened, too, but it’s not your fault.” 

“I should…” You take a big breath. James frowns and rubs your calf again. “I should go back out.” 

He makes a soft, reprimanding sound. “Not yet. Give yourself a few minutes. You need a break. They’ll all be okay without you for a bit.” 

Your eyes go to the curtain separating you from the main room. You look at it as though you can see right through and every guest at this event is standing on the other side, tapping their feet and muttering about where you’ve gone. 

“Take a break,” James says again. “You thought you were dying a minute ago.” 

“I really did,” you admit. “I thought it wouldn’t feel so much like that after the first time.” 

James hates to see you upset. He presses a kiss to the center of your forehead and puts the oil away. Squeezes your knees in his hands. “Are you going to be okay if I go out there for a minute? I just need to grab a couple of things.” 

You nod but watch his hands ruefully as he stands and they fall away from you. “What do you need?”

“Napkins, mostly.” He gives you a sorry smile. “Obviously you look beautiful no matter what, but I think you’re going to want to clean your face up.” 

“Oh, god.” You touch your fingers underneath your eye, feeling the tackiness of smudged makeup. “Thank you.” 

“Stay right there,” James warns. “If you’re doing anything other than breathing when I get back here, we’re going straight home.” 

You roll your eyes good naturedly. James feels relieved you’re feeling well enough to do it. “You’re the boss.”  

“I’m in charge of your safety,” he says. “So, yeah, I am the boss right now. Stay right there.” 

You hold your palms up in a show of surrender. James is happy to report that as he goes out the curtain, there’s a smile teasing your lips.

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 23 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Dads Steddie/ Fem mom reader, SMUT, all the regular smut that comes with these three. ANGST, for me this is soft angst lol I said what I said. They run into the guys ex and Eddie deals with his emotions regarding her and the things she's said in the past, Ro struggles with the thought of her brother going away to college so the parents have to handle that. FLUFF, they love each other and their kids <3

Word Count: 3687

Series here

 Low whimpering and soft movements shook you from sleep as you rolled over to a sight you had seen many mornings in the past. Eddie was on top of Steve slowly riding him as the other boy softly smiled up at his blissed out face while languidly stroking his cock. You always wanted them to feel comfortable so you laid there quietly as you watched them like a work of art. 

“There you go, baby.”, Steve whispered. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

Threading his fingers in his husband’s hair, he pulled his lips to his own as Eddie panted against them. 

“Harder, Steve. Please.”

“Yeah? Is that you need, honey? I can do that for you.”

His large palms slide down the man’s back and grip his hips, thrusting up to meet his movements while he continued to bounce and roll his own waist above him. 

Both men smirked when they heard you heavily sigh, knowing you were awake.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

“I bet it is.”, you tease as he bites his bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No interruption.”, Steve replies in his husky morning tone that you assume is what got the metalhead riled up. 

Lifting the boy from him, he turns Eddie to face you on his side as he wraps his arms around him, spooning him from behind as he slides back into his entrance and thrusts his hips at a steady but firm pace. 

After softly kissing your lips, the long-haired man rested his forehead on yours as he guided his fingers under your panties and through your core. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”

Placing your palm over his own, you cling to him as he pushes his middle and ring fingers into your center, groaning when they clench around him at the sound of Steve’s heavy, strangled moans. 

“God, just like that, Steve. Shit.”, Eddie grunted as his hand matched the other boy’s rhythm.

“Oh, Eddie…”, you moan as his digits rapidly abuse your g-spot.

Taking ahold of his husband’s throat, Steve tilted his head back, kissing and nibbling on the man’s sweet spot as he thrust his release inside of him. While pumping Eddie’s cock with his hand, the metalhead folded into him as he came, trying to still focus on you as you guided his movements till your own release followed soon after. 

You watched with heavy eyes as they continued to softly kiss each other before pulling you closer to do the same. 

***

“Good job, Dylan!”, Steve cheered as his son hit the final homerun that ended the game with his school winning. You beamed as James clapped his tiny hands while Aurora danced in front of Eddie shouting her brother’s name in excitement. 

After the obligatory high fives to the other team and everyone congratulating him, your daughter ran down the bleachers meeting Dylan halfway and tackling him with a big hug as he lifted her off her feet.

“That was amazing, baby.”, you praise as he flashes you a big smile.

“Thanks, mom. Hey, Noah invited me to lunch but I told him I was hanging out with you guys today and I would ask if I could come over for dinner.”

“Is that a long-winded way of saying you want to spend the night with Noah?”, Eddie jokes making his son laugh as he nods.

“I’m fine with that, my love.”, you smile as you tilt up to kiss his cheek.

“Oh my god. Is that Edward Munson and Steven Harrington in front of me?”

The three of you recognized the female voice immediately as you froze in place by your car. Steve exhaled loudly as he turned first, coming face to face with their ex. 

“Hello Emily. Always a pleasure to see you.”

“Oh wow. Look at everyone in your family!”, she coos, her voice making you visibly cringe. “Is this the little boy I met before?!”

“Um, hi. I’m Dylan.” He extends his hand politely for her to shake making her giggle a bit too excitedly. 

“I don’t know if you remember me. I saw you at your talent show in elementary. My niece was the young lady who danced.”

“Ooooh yeah. I remember you a bit.”

“That’s actually why we are here now. She goes to the school you just slaughtered.”

“Well, Emily, it’s been great catching up. We’re just going to—”

Aurora cuts off her father as she wiggles out of her brother’s embrace and extends her own tiny palm to the lady in front of her. 

“Hello! I’m Aurora Munson-Harrington. It’s nice to meet you.”, she introduces with her big trademark smile. Before Emily can return the salutations, however, Eddie hastily lifted her in his arms, holding her away from his ex.

“Don’t touch my daughter.”

“Dylan, baby, why don’t you take Ro and James and get them buckled in, alright?”

Nodding, he grabbed the baby from your arms and tried to do the same with his sister but to his surprise his father wouldn’t let her go.

“Honey, it’s alright. Dylan won’t let anything happen to her.”, Steve soothed, comforting the man enough to release her from his hold. Rubbing his back, he tenderly kissed his cheek before turning his attention back to the woman in front of them. 

“I see you didn’t take my advice. I guess I was wrong though, huh. I mean it’s been what… ten years?”

“12.”, you reply with distain ready to leave her behind. 

“Was I also wrong about the genes? I’m guessing the girl came from Ed here? This is also new.”, she snarks as she points between the boys. “You two weren’t fucking when we were together.”

“Hm. Maybe because we didn’t feel comfortable being ourselves with you. Thankfully we found someone better. Come on, guys.”

As Steve tries to guide you both towards your vehicle, Eddie abruptly twists out of his embrace to face his ex. 

“My daughter is perfect. She’s smart, funny, beautiful, and very creative. She loves art and is incredibly kind almost to a fault. She’s not trash and neither was I. You made me feel like I didn’t deserve kids of my own but now I have three. Fuck you, Emily.”

Without waiting for her reply, he spins on his heels and marches towards the car.

***

Steve sighs from his spot on the couch as he watches Eddie lazily strum his guitar. He had been melancholy since everyone had gotten home choosing to remain in his own head for the time being. James was on the floor in front of him fast asleep as he sucked his thumb while you and Dylan were in the kitchen browsing for things online while Aurora nibbled on the rest of her lunch.

“This is a cute little place for you and Daisy. It’s right by the school to.”

“Can we afford it?”

“I don’t see why not as long as you two aren’t scarfing pizza every night.”, you giggle as he lightly shoves your shoulder. Your eyes scan over him taking in the young man before you. He had grown up so much and you still hadn’t dealt with the fact that soon he wouldn’t just be upstairs or in the living room but a few states away. “I’m going to miss you, weirdo.”

His grin grows as he circles his arm around you and kisses your cheek. 

“I’m going to miss you to, mom. I promise I’ll be here every holiday and a couple of weeks in the summer.”

“Where is Dylan going?”, Ro asked as she glanced your way.

“To college, sweetie, remember?”

“Yeah but… he’ll still be in the room next to mine…right?”

“Rara…”, her brother chuckled. “That would be a LONG drive every morning if I lived here. I’m moving in with Daisy to Virginia. I showed you on that map on my phone.”

Your mom Spidey sense began to sound off as her big chocolate eyes met yours before glaring at her brother. 

“Aurora, baby, it’s ok. Like he said, he’s still going to come visit us and—”

“NO! NO, YOU CAN’T LEAVE!”

Both men promptly appeared in the kitchen trying to assess the situation as it unfolded and began to spiral. 

“Ro, I don’t want to leave. I have to go to school—”

“Why do you HAVE to go so far away!?”

“I-I-I…”, he stumbled over his words as eyes pleaded with you guys for help. 

“Aurora, Dylan is moving with Daisy so they can go to school together.”, Steve tried to assist but it just made her huff as she jumped off her chair and slammed her little feet to the ground.

“I hate Daisy! And I hate you, Dylan! You’re mean!”

“Ro…”

Ignoring her brother, she turned and ran up the stairs banging her bedroom door shut for emphasis. 

“I got her.”

“No.”, Steve intercepted as he placed his palm on Eddie’s chest. “I know you’re not 100%. I can handle it.”

“Whatever.”, the metalhead sighed as he headed towards the entry way and threw on his jacket. 

“Hey, what does that mean?”

“It means, whatever, Steven.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Yeah, sure. As long as you’re the hero, right?”

“Eddie…” The man tried to reach for his arm to stop him but flinched when his husband pulled away angrily. 

“I can handle my kids. I can handle my parents and I sure as hell could have handled Emily!”

You and Steve watched with equally confused eyes as he matched his daughter’s tantrum, banging loudly out the front door. 

“Wait here, kid, ok?”

Dylan nodded at your instruction as you ran after Steve who promptly trailed frustratingly after the man he loved. 

“Eddie, what the fuck are talking about?! You did handle her today; extremely well in fact.”

“Thanks, Harrington. Glad I got your approval.”, he muttered under his breath, sighing as you skidded in front of him, blocking entry to his van. 

“Baby, you always shut down like this when it comes to her. I know you’re not mad at him or me. Just talk to us, Eddie, please.”

Tenderly, he kisses your forehead before firmly but gently moving you aside as he gets behind the wheel and drives off into the night.

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Eddie exhales heavily as he takes a long swig of the beer in his bottle. 

“Nick, another please.”

The man is startled when a hand pats his back and his son throws himself onto the stool beside him. 

“Dylan? How the hell did you get in here?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, dad, but this place isn’t restricted to people under 21 anymore.”, he smiles as he flashes him the big X on the back of his hand signaling he’s underage. “I don’t know if you two know this either but mom hates when you both leave like that when you’re upset. When you come home she’s going to pretend she’s not but…”

“How’s Ro?”

“I don’t know. She still won’t talk to me. Dad’s trying to calm her down but he’s having a bit of a meltdown himself. I mean the only one who’s not upset right now is James.”, the boy chuckles sullenly. “Can I ask what happened? Or does it involve taxes?”

They both laugh at the memory before Eddie leans back in his seat and stares into the void. 

“That woman we saw today… That’s Steve and I’s ex; the one right before your mom. It didn’t end well.” The metalhead told him the story they had told you many years ago after your first encounter with her. Dylan listened intently, absorbing his words and frowning when he told her about Emily never wanting his kids. 

“Fuck her.”, he swore making his father laugh as he spit some of his beer back into its bottle. “I mean come on. You’re a great dad and Aurora is absolutely wonderful.”

“Yeah, she is. You all are.”

“Can I ask why you felt like you needed to leave?”

Eddie sighs as he tries to figure out how to word what he’s feeling. 

“Growing up my parents made me feel like trash you throw away especially when my mom left me with my uncle. When we were dating Emily she made me feel the same. She wanted to throw me away and be with Steve. I, honestly, think you and your mom are the first people to not make me feel garbage you cast aside.”

“And Steve.” The metalhead’s eyes meet Dylan’s as he softly smiles. “Dad would have been that first non-Munson to do that.”

“Yeah…”

“And that makes you feel bad.”

“Jesus Christ, you little therapist. Yes, it makes me feel bad.”, he laughs. “Y/N has always been there and defended me which I love but Steve’s always gone that extra mile you know. Throwing himself on the preverbal sword so to speak. Usually, I just let him do his thing but, I don’t know, I guess Emily just really hurt me and I never really got to tell her to fuck off.”

“Why don’t you tell her now?”

Dylan gestures with his head and his father follows his eyeline just in time to see his ex sauntering their way. 

“I swear to God, like a fucking virus this woman. Nick! I’ll see you later.”, he announces as he throws money on the bar. 

“Hey Eddie. What are you doing out and about? Where’s Steve?”

“Steve is at home with our wife and other 2 kids. He’s spoken for Emily. Let it go.”

“Said the man who gave me shit in a stadium parking lot.”

The metalhead chuckles under his breath as he turns to face her. 

“See the only difference is Steve dumped your ass after you said everything you wanted to say. I never got that luxury. I came home from work and you were gone. I hope you know what you missed out on. All of my kids especially Aurora are amazing and my marriage between Y/N and Steve are way better than I could have ever dreamed. That could have been your life but you were too much of a selfish bitch to care about anyone except yourself.”

As both boys headed towards the parking lot, Emily drunkenly trailed behind. 

“Listen to you taking about marriage like what you have with of them is real.”, she spat. “Because of you, you denied Steve a real marriage with a real family! You’re the selfish one! I loved him, Eddie.”

“No, you didn’t. If you did you never would have asked him to abandon me!”, he growled. “We are best friends and you tried to split us apart. The fact that you thought he would even consider that shows how little you knew about him. Y/N never once tried to separate us and even encouraged our relationship allowing it to grow. I love him, Emily.”

Grabbing his son, he yanked him towards the van tossing him his keys. 

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When they got home, the house was quiet with most of the lights turned down except in the kitchen where you and Steve were sitting knocking back small glasses of alcohol you hid in the cabinet for occasions such as this. 

Dylan patted his father comfortingly on the back before running up the stairs to get ready for bed. 

“Eddie.”, you sighed in relief as you got up to hug him. “Are you ok, baby? We were so worried—”

The metalhead’s lips cut you off as he cupped your cheeks and passionately kissed you. 

“I told you once that after Emily, Steve and I thought we couldn’t do the shared partner thing but, sweetheart, I’m so glad we did. Everything we have is because of you. Our kids, this house, our jobs, even Steve and my relationship. You never once made us feel like we had to choose or discouraged it. You allowed us to be ourselves and I fucking love you for that.”

Tilting forward, you kissed him again, continuing to hold him tightly as he addressed his husband.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. Steve, since I met you, you’ve always gone the extra mile for people you love. Sometimes… it makes me feel bad that you dive headfirst into certain situations allowing yourself to take those bullets for me.”

Coming around the table, Steve wrapped his arms around you both, bringing you to his chest. 

“I lead with my heart and I know it’s a strength and a fault. Eddie, I hope you know I don’t mind taking those so-called bullets. I love you both so much and those kids. I’d do anything for them and you. I hear what you’re saying though. We should have talked to Emily together. I should have talked to you about your parents. I should have asked if you wanted me to talk to Rara instead of just…being the hero.”

You both chuckle at his pronunciation of your daughter’s name before the metalhead lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. After yanking feverishly at each other’s clothes, you grin as he passionately kisses your lips, groaning into your mouth when he feels Steve between his legs eagerly sucking his cock. 

“That’s it, Steve, baby. Fuck.”

“Oh! I have an idea.”, you jump up eagerly, stumbling slightly as your tipsy legs carry you where you need to go. Eddie breathily laughs before focusing back on the other boy, petting his head as he swirled his tongue along his veins and across the tip making the long-haired boy’s eyes roll. 

Tapping on Steve’s shoulder, he glances your way and smiles at the strap on you have in your hands. Bouncing off the bed, he helps you put it on and watches with eager, lust filled eyes as you climb onto the mattress on your knees, tug on Eddie’s arm, and place him in front of you of you, wrapping your arms around his stomach as he sinks down on to the toy. 

His body folds into yours as you both moan and your lips trail along his back as he begins to bounce against you. Your own glassy eyes find Steve’s and he smiles, kissing your lips before maneuvering himself on all fours in front of Eddie as he waited. 

“Oh my fucking God. You both feel so fucking good.”, the metalhead mewls as he guides himself into the other man’s entrance. Your breath warmed his skin as you thrust your hips as hard as you could allowing the silicone inside him to hit his sensitive spot repeatedly as his own cock was being squeezed almost impossibly tight by Steve’s own warmth inside of him. “Fuck. I love you both so much.”

“Love you…baby.”, you panted.

Taking hold of his shoulder, Eddie brought Steve back to chest circling his arms around him like you had as the man’s palm covered his own while his head fell back. 

“Fuck, Eddie, honey. Just like that. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Right there? I got you, sweetheart.” Quickly covering his mouth, the metalhead clung to the other man as he grunted loudly, ropes of his spend hitting the sheets in front of him. “I know, baby. I know. Jesus, you sound so fucking sexy when you cum.”

His words and Steve’s orgasm put you over the edge as your body trembled against his as the ball dropped and you whimpered into his back. Eddie soon followed, biting into the other boy’s neck as he released his seed into him.

Everyone fell sideways, panting as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Did you know they let minors into The Hideout now?” Throwing your arm over your eyes, you laugh hard as Eddie turns to face you with an equally wide smile, cupping your cheeks to kiss your lips. “Seriously…thank you…for everything.”

After a hastened shower, the three of you curled up in bed, murmuring soft praises and exchanging kisses till you fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

##################

“Hey Ro. You wanna play some basketball with me?”

Purposely ignoring her brother, your daughter folds her arms as she looks in the opposite direction towards the tv. Dylan hangs his head as he scoots slowly towards the kitchen where you were eating your lunch. 

“How long is she going to be mad at me?”

Placing a finger over your lips, you gesture with your eyes towards the living room and he follows your gaze just in time to see Eddie throw himself down next to his daughter.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Watching tv.”

Her father nods as he pretends to stretch and glance towards the backdoor.

“You know it’s a gorgeous day and I think Dylan was going to play outside. Geez, I shouldn’t say ‘play’ like he’s six anymore. When your dad and I first met him we used to play basketball with him in the court right in the middle of the apartment complex. Can’t believe kid is going off to college.”, he sighs.

“I don’t want him to go…”

“I don’t either, baby, but you know what? He promised he would be here for holidays and your birthday. He’s also going to be calling mommy 24/7 because you know how much she loves you guys. Of course, we can go visit him and Daisy.”

Aurora’s bottom lip quivers as she continues to stare ahead.

“Sweetheart, you know he’s going to miss you and James as much as you both miss him. Your siblings and no matter where he is he’s always going to be there for you and love you just like me, mommy, and dada.”

Without saying a word, she jumped off the couch, running towards Dylan who placed the ball on the counter to open his arms and catch her as she jumped into them. After putting her back down on her feet, he took hold of her hand as they both smiled and ran outside to play. 

Eddie grins when he feels you lightly tug his hair, tilting him back so you could kiss his lips. 

“You’re a good man, Edward Munson.”

“Part of that is because of you Y/N Munson-Harrington.”

############

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Sweetheart

Chapter Two

Life it seems to fade away, drifting further every day

Warnings: Angst, Break Up, Alcohol, mentions of trauma, mentions of drugs

let me know if I missed anything

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As you walk through the door you see Lars’s dad sitting in the living room of the house. He greats you as you walk in heading to your room, on your way to your room you feel very overwhelmed with emotions. Why was James being such a dick?

Why did he act like he didn’t love you anymore? As soon as you closed your door to your bed room, you broke down. Sobbing as your back slid against the door. This isn’t fair to you. At all. Why is it that now all of a sudden as soon as he’s in a band. He acts like he’s everything.

A soft knock on your door pulls you out of your sobbing state. Opening the door you find Lars. “Hay-“ he says gently “-you alright. I heard everything” Lars pushes his way in. You look at Lars and hug him, sobbing in his arms.

“Why is he acting like this? Why did I do? Is he getting tired of me?” You sob.

“I don’t know…. I’m.. I’m sorry”

Lars takes you to your bed as lays you down. “I’ll talk to him. He’s my best friend”. You look up at Lars, “But what if he doesn’t listen. I don’t think it’s a good idea Lars…. I appreciate it though”. You knew it would end up in an argument.

Lars soothes you as you cry slowly calming down. “Thank you Lars… you’re the best” “Of course… you’re like a sister to me”. Lars gets up to leave, “Call me if you need anything… alright” you nod and pull the covers over you. Your deep in thought. You knew you had to talk to James. Find out what was going on you loved him too much to leave him and you couldn’t. No, you wouldn’t let this continue.

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The next day was a Saturday. Lucky for you. You woke up to smell something downstairs as you get up and head downstairs. You find Lars trying to make breakfast for you and him, “Morning. Sorry I’m trying my best to uh… make breakfast”. You giggle “Thank you Lars. Your the best”.

“Cliff is better at this stuff” he joked.

“No lars it’s alright. I appreciate it.. deeply”

Lars sets you a plate as you start to eat. “Want anything to drink.. water? juice?” “Waters fine”. Lars gets you a glass and gives it to you.

“I’m going to try and talk to James… I think it would be better than arguing with him”

“I think so too.. you’ll figure it out. I promise.”

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After breakfast you get ready for work. You worked at a record store not too far from where you lived, you usually opened and the pay wasn’t too bad.

Unlocking the front door and turning on the lights you started to set up everything. Setting up the cash register bring some of the extra vinyl carts out side and setting up the window display and turning on the Open sign. You liked the job it was kinda fun.

“Hay girl” you look over and see you girl best friend and coworker Dawn. Dawn was a very happy bubbly girl. She’s dressed like she listened to pop music. Always in pink, but she loved and lived for the hard rock and metal music. She loves Motorhead.

It was her favourite band. “Sooo.. what you’ve been up too” she asked gluing herself your side. “Nothing… just trying to get through the last few weeks of school” you sigh “Yeah I get it”.

“So… How’s you and James?” She asked innocently

You groan in exhaustion.

“That bad?”

“I feel like he doesn’t care anymore. Like I’m ghost to him now” you shake your head. There was a pause between you two

“You ready for grade eleven?” You ask Dawn. “UGHHHH. Please don’t remind me”. Dawn was only a year younger than you. “I’m nervous. Your going to help me get through since your going into grade twelve already” “yeah I know… my last year”.

A guy walks into the store and he looks to be around Dawns age. “He’s cute” you look to Dawn. She eyes him a bit “Kinda…. He’s always coming in here” she tells you “Go talk to him” you joke.

“No!-“ she whispered in a yell “-I mean he is cute, but… no I’m not his type”. You laugh a bit at her.

“Come on. Your always telling me about how you want a boyfriend”

“Yeah I know…. Ok fine. I’ll go talk to him” Dawn sighs walking around the counter.

It was a thing between you two to tease each other she was literally your sole sister like how Lars was your sole brother. You watch as Dawn talks to the regular who came in, he was always looking for something new to listen to, he was nice. You wondered how happy James would be if the bands first album would be on vinyl, how he would come to you first and tell you how cool it looked and how he wants to to be the first to listen to it.

You smiled at the thought as Dawn comes back around with the boy following shortly behind her.

“I got this” she smiled and winked at you.

“You sure that’s it?

“Yeah that’s it. Thank you.” The boy smiled. “Can I get your name?” He asks Dawn

“My names Dawn, yours?”

“Robert”

You watch from a distance at the painful yet cute intersection between them. You watch as Robert leave with a big smile on his face, Dawn turns to you her face flushed. “That was painful to see” you tease her.

“I’m not good at talking to boys, you know that” she wines “Yeah no kidding” you laugh lightly at her.

“So… do you think you’d date him?” You ask her jokingly.

“We just met. I need to get to know him more.”

“I’m joking with you Dawn. I don’t rush things”

For the rest of the day, you sold a couple of vinyls joked with Dawn and got ready to close for the day. “I’ll close up today, you can head home” Dawn tells you. “You think you can do it?” “Yeah I’ve watched you and Daniel do it a few times I’m good” Dawn reassures you.

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Back home you walk in and it’s about seven, no one was home so you had the whole house to yourself. Something that doesn’t happen a lot considering Lars was jobless, but he was probably out with the guys.

You chilled on the couch watching a few horror movies, nothing too scary. You sat there for a few minutes until a knock came at the door. You groaned and got up and open the door. As you open the door you find James, “James? What are you-“ “Can I come in” he cuts you off. Stepping aside to let him in “What are you doing here?” You ask him. “To talk about you”.

“Me?”

“Yes you, why’d you’ve been acting like a brat”

“Excuse me? You’ve been treating me like shit James”

“Why is it always me who’s the bad guy! You’ve been annoying me nonstop” James yelled.

“So why didn’t you tell me? I’ve just been trying to be nice to you. All you care about is your band”

“But you got mad at me for when I called it my band?”

You sigh in frustration “It was just your tone James. And I was overthinking-“

“Overthinking What?!” James yells.

“I’ve been overthinking that you don’t love me anymore and… that.. I’m just in your way. I just panicked and I’ve been bugging you because I don’t want you to leave me.” You start to sob. “James.. I really love you. I love you so much and to many people have left me and treated me like shit… you’ve been so sweet to me and… I’m sorry I was just scared”.

You both looked at each other tears running down your face. James says nothing.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“When was there ever a good time to tell you?!” You yelled “Your so caught up in this band bullshit to even realize how I feel James. I’ve tried so hard… so fucking hard to be a good girlfriend to you, but you don’t care anymore” you cry as you wipe your tears away with the sleeve of James’s hoodie you wore.

“I think we should break up….” James says. You look up at him shocked and horrified.

“You don’t mean that…”

“…. I do”

You fall to the floor in tears at his words. Why did it have to end like this.

James moves closer to you and sits in front of you. He holds you for a little bit and mumbles an apology. A halfhearted apology. “I have more important things in life now” he hold your face in his hands. “Maybe another time” he says as he kisses you one last time. “I want my hoodie back”. You sniffed and took off his hoodie. “Bye”. You hear the front door close, you got up off the floor and head for your room.

In a fit of rage and sadness you start throwing things. How could he? And why like that?

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Later that night Lars came home. He called for you but got no answer, he went up to your room to check you. He looks around at the messy room from the things you threw around. Lars sighs as he sees you sobbing in bed. “… Hay what happened?” He asks as he sees your red puffy eyes.

“He broke up with him” you cry. Lars says nothing. He just lets you cry. “I’m so sorry”. It was kinda hard for Lars to comfort you he’s not used to the break up things, but he tried.

All you could do, was cry.

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That was a six years ago though, things have changed… a lot. You’re now twenty two living in your own bungalow. It was a cute home.

After the break up things got worse. Lars started drinking and doing drugs which affected your relationship. He got mean feeding into his ego. Dave got more rude the more he drank becoming an alcoholic. Cliff was… well he was Cliff. The only thing he really did was smoke weed. As for James…. You didn’t care about him anymore…. He was fuckin dead to you.

You now worked at a guitar centre in San Francisco, it was a nice place. Nice people. Hopefully things can get better. You haven’t heard from anyone at all. You knew Metallica became bigger than where they started, but you didn’t care. Their now just this big stuck up band.

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and that’s chapter two, chapter three coming soon loves

[boundbyeclipse]

vintage love.

genre : fluff

word count : 1.7k

tags : robert x fem!reader, some swearing, use of alcohol, other members featured, overall just a softie robbie 🥺

a/n : i am finally back to writing after a few months of being absent from tumblr. it feels amazing to be back!

+ thanks to my 👻 anon who sent the very first request for metallica! here is what i wrote according to what my anonnie wanted (hopefully it is the way it should be!) please let me know if this was okay! 🤍

“You got it done on time?”

“Yes, all of your guitars are tuned and ready to go” you happily raised your fist in the air.

“Alright, perfect. Let’s rock” James said.

Smiling at the four guys putting their ear-ins before taking off, you leaned against a small table that had some water bottles on it. The TV was on and you could not wait to see them perform live. Though it wasn’t your first time watching - you have been working as their staff for the past five years and you took care of the guitars. Tuning them, changing the strings, making sure the straps were put on tight, and also helped with minor details like handing out towels to the guys to wipe the sweat off after the show was done. The touring was kind of exhausting, having to switch between cities and countries wasn’t an easy task but you loved this job, so there was nothing you complained about.

Especially when Robert was a super close friend of yours.

It was never sad with him around - he would always make silly faces or tell jokes to cheer you up if you needed it, always went out with you and the rest of the band after shows, and always helped you under any circumstances. Your bond was immaculate and some people even mistook you both for a couple, but you weren’t one. They would only get the answers that left them disappointed.

So was Rob. But that thought never crossed your mind. As much as you found him attractive, he was super talented, such a good friend and in general - a soft human being, you didn’t want to get too attached to the point you’d fall for him. It’s your best friend and you also work for him. Doesn’t sound too good, does it? Even if you had a tiny crush on him, you always pushed it away and stayed professional. Or, tried to.

You got so lost in your mind that the concert was over way quicker than you could blink. And there the guys were - backstage, show finished, smiles on their faces and sweat dripping down their foreheads.

“Someone’s out swimming in the clouds” Kirk noticed your expression and had to make a comment about it.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry” you snapped out of it and gave them a smile while the blush of embarrassment crept upon your cheeks. You quickly handed out the towels to them and looked into Rob’s eyes for a mere second too long.

He raised his eyebrow at you.

“Something you wanna say?”

“Uh, yeah. The show was fantastic” you replied in a hurry but he caught on straight away. He just knew you too well because of all those years you’ve been around each other. He chuckled.

“Little bird, you’re totally lying right now”

Caught, you sigh.

“Shut up. I zoned out a little, okay?”

He smiled at you as he put the towel on the back of his neck and left it there to rest. He wondered in his mind why you zoned out, because you never really did that during the shows, and especially why you gave him that interesting look earlier. He knew that if he could, he would say his shit right now in front of everybody, but no, it’s maybe best to just not. And with that, he brushed off the idea and all of you headed to a different room where you plopped on the couch, while James and Rob went to their showers, and you were left to chat with Kirk and Lars.

“Man, I think this concert, this exact one tonight was just one hell of a show. We outdid ourselves” Lars spoke as he sipped on some soda.

“Oh, for sure. So far on this tour, this one was the best” Kirk nodded in agreement.

Lars suddenly snapped his fingers as he raised his eyebrows and looked at you, and then at Kirk.

“You know, why don’t we celebrate that shit? Go out for some drinks, enjoy the afternoon, what do you say?”

Exchanging the looks with them, you shrugged but said yes, while the doe eyed boy said no because he’s too tired. As soon as Rob and James came back they received the same question but only Rob was down to go.

“I guess we’ll be fine as a trio” he said.

You all sat in a taxi and made your way to the closest bar possible to the hotel that all of you were staying after the concert. It was best you weren’t too far because if the boys get too drunk, you’ll be the ‘mother’ of two kids. And of course, you did not want that.

The bar was almost full, but you three still found free seats at the very back of it. Red vintage leather seats and cozy interior, warm-toned lights and some background music for the mood. You loved it all.

You ordered a glass of red wine, while the boys got themselves some beer, chatting and telling you some funny stories. But all that time you just couldn’t get your eyes off of Rob. Was it the wine that made you just slightly more vulnerable? Or was it the atmosphere in this bar that made you feel less shy? Who knows, but Rob seemed to be falling under the same umbrella as the time went by.

His brown eyes were sparkly, hair silky and smile contagious as he laughed at Lars’s anecdotes. You only hoped to god that neither of them notices how much your eyes are glued on Rob. But maybe they won’t, considering how much fun they’re having right now with some alcohol in their systems. As for you, two glasses of wine were enough as you didn’t want to be hungover for tomorrow. So just as you had thought earlier, it was time to take your ‘kids’ back to the hotel.

Saying goodnight to everyone you made your way to your own room, 317, which was right next to Rob’s - 318. He just stood there, leaning against the door frame and gazed at you with half shut eyes.

“What? Go to sleep, fucker” you jokingly called him that before opening your hotel room door, but stopped immediately after you heard him call out your name.

“Hm?”

“I wanna talk to you” he admitted, looking at the floor and then pressing his lips together in nervousness.

You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, not sure how to react to this. He’s still a bit drunk, so he’s either going to blabber some nonsense or prank you, or who knows what he’s got up the sleeve. But you gave in and joined him in his room, sitting down at the end of the bed and crossing your legs as he sat next to you.

“You know, if you weren’t Robert, but Lars, I wouldn’t have brought my ass here”

“Hey, my dude deserves some respect too” he laughed lightly, and you did too, knowing it wasn’t the first time you joked about something like that.

“He does. We love him”

He nodded.

“On the other note, the reason why I wanted to talk to you is… Well, damn it, this is tougher than I imagined,” he chuckled, “you’re my close friend, also my staff, have known you for quite some time now and… I just need to tell you one thing”

You couldn’t really understand what was going on, but your first instinct was to grab his hand and give him comfort and support.

“Rob, don’t tell me you want to quit this”

“No, no. Absolutely not. It’s not about that. There’s something else I haven’t told you about. The boys, by the way, they know already”

He took a deep breath. Little dizzy but okay, he collected himself before speaking up.

“All this time I always thought about how to tell you. But I never found the time or the perfect chance to do so and I felt like tonight is the lucky night. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s pushing me forward to talk, I don’t know. So, how would you feel if I told you that your friend with this long ass hair and beer running through his veins told you that he liked you?”

You sat there in awe, hardly able to believe and process what just had happened. Did he just confess to you?

“Rob… Are you sure you’re not just drunk and saying whatever?”

“No. I actually mean it”

“You do?”

He nodded, a small smile curving on his lips. You felt yourself breaking into one too as a giggle echoed in the room.

“It’s funny. Because all this time, I always tried to just do my job and be a friend to you, but somewhere deep inside I just had that little flutter everytime our eyes met. I never showed it, I hid it, because I thought about the way it could affect everything. Never in my life would I have guessed that you like me. But now that you said it, I can’t help but confess that I do feel that way too, Robbie”

His face softened at your words, and you could not believe that this just happened. If he never brought it up, you probably would have never spoken up first. But here you are, looking into his eyes, smiling widely, heartbeat faster than ever and palms sweating.

He cupped your cheek, caressing it with his thumb as you wrapped your hand around his wrist, leaning into the touch.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked hesitantly.

“But not for long. The scent of beer is still coming off you” you laughed, leaning in as your lips collided in a sweet, short but passionate kiss. You loved the softness of his hair and played with it for the short amount of time that the kiss lasted.

When he pulled away, he apologized for tasting like beer but you said it was alright. It wasn’t too bad anyway.

And on that night, both of you went to sleep in your beds with smiles on your faces, finally knowing the truth and being happy that these feelings flow from both ways.

[briarpotter]

Ginniversary Drabble

Read here on Ao3, or continue reading below.

I-16: Why had no-one ever mentioned Mum's twin?

“You never told me Mum had a twin? Why has no one ever mentioned Mum’s twin?” Albus asked, as he went through the day’s mail. “Mum’s twin? Your mum doesn’t have a twin? What are you talking about, Albus?” Harry spluttered. “Here, take a look. There’s a letter from some Jennifer Weasley?” Albus said. “What?!” Harry exclaimed, taking the letter his son held. He opened the envelope and read it. Albus watched in glee as his father’s eyes widened with every word he read.

Dear Ginny,

I know you’re probably wondering why I’m writing this letter to you. And yes, it’s true, I am your twin. The reason why I haven’t contacted you for years is because I honestly had no idea that I am a witch, let alone the fact that I have a twin! I found out through my boyfriend, who’s a wizard, a few months ago, and went to Gringotts to do an inheritance check.

I was taken from the family at birth and was adopted and raised by Muggles. As a kid, I would constantly be doing magic, which what my boyfriend tells me is accidental magic, but neither me nor my adopted family had any idea what it was. When my adopted sister got into a tragic accident, I got so upset, as I’m very close to her.

My boyfriend, whose name is Alex, found all the glasses in my house shattered and broken when he came over to comfort me when he found out about my sister. He realized that I’m a witch when I told him that I had no idea how they broke, so we went to Gringotts to check. He was right, and I also found out my real family, and that you’re my twin. So here we are.

I would really like to meet with you and get to know you and your family better, if you don’t mind. Please write back, and tell me a convenient time to meet.

Yours truly, Jennifer Weasley

Harry was shocked. Ginny had a twin? He needed to tell her. “Ginny! I need to talk to you! Could you come into the living room please?” He called. “Sure, honey!” She came into the living room. Harry, who had been sitting on the couch, pat the seat next to him, telling her to sit down.

She sat down next to Harry and he silently handed her the slightly folded letter. She took it. “What? What’s wrong, Harry? You look like you saw a ghost?” She asked. “Just read the letter.” He replied. She read it, her eyes widening. “What? Really? Is this true?” She was bewildered.

Just then, they heard a snort. They looked up to see their youngest son cracking up like someone had just told the funniest joke ever. “Why are you laughing, Albus?” Harry asked, annoyed. “It’s a prank!” Albus laughed so much; tears were running out his eyes.

“What?” Ginny asked. “Me and James pranked you! We pranked you so good!” He wheezed. “James wrote the letter, and we agreed that I would give you it! He knows I’m the better actor, so I gave it to you!” He added.

“Oh, you little-” Ginny growled playfully. She burst out laughing. Harry chuckled next to her. She complimented the prank after she stopped laughing. “It was a good prank. Uncle George would be proud.” Albus nodded and went up to his room. Ginny sighed and laid her head on Harry’s shoulder.

“While it was a good prank, they went a bit too far. I was really worried for a second there. We should talk to them about the difference between harmless pranks and pranks that are hurtful.” She said. Harry nodded. “I agree. For now, they’re just kids and they don’t understand the difference. As their parents, it’s our job to tell them. We’ll have a talk with them after dinner.” He said.

“I love you, you know?” She said. “I know. I love you too.”

[ziggystrdust]

stupid motivation for me to start writing my fic. enjoy <3 (it’s long but i swear it funny)

James Potter was only one hour into his shift, and he felt like a zombie. The only thing he could think about was how much he hated the fucking sun. Ever since he was a kid he loved the sun, and his mother used to joke that he had his own little sun growing inside of his chest where his heart was supposed to be, but even sweet stories about his mom that make him cry at night weren't enough to distract him. It was currently 90 degrees, and he wished the sun would go fuck itself. He was hot, sweaty, tired and most importantly (in his order of importance) bored.

It's like Sirius could sense his best friend’s despair, because James was only wallowing in self-pity for one minute when he felt his walkie-talkie buzz with Sirius’ voice.

“Prongs, should we grab this kid with the blue crab trunks on and take him somewhere far, far away? He is so bloody annoying. Over.” He was talking about a attention-hungry boy who kept trying to splash water at Sirius. James tilted his head to the right to find that Sirius was looking at the kid out of the corner of his eye like he was the most repulsive thing on planet Earth.

“Please god yes. I’ll grab him, then pass him to you, and you run. Over.”

“Will you two please shut the fuck up. No kidnapping children. Do your job.”

“Awwww Mary baby, I haven’t heard from you in forever! over” cooed Sirius.

“Stop saying fucking over! You dont need to! There is literally no need!!”

“But how will you know when we’re done talking, Mary my love? Over” This time James was the one teasing her, sending a cheeky grin to the pool attendant's desk, where a very annoyed-looking Mary was sitting.

“Probably by the fact that no more fucking words would be coming out of your mouth!”

“I didn't know I could do that”

Mary sighed in a way that made James sure she was rolling her eyes. He didn’t even have to check. “Do what James” She sounded like an annoyed mother, tired of her children’s nonsense.

“Cum out of my mouth”

“HOLY SHIT JAMES! YOU ARE SO FUCKING ANNOYING!”

James heard Sirius’ evil-sounding laugh from across the pool deck.

“I’m turning my walkie off. If Minnie says something important, I'm blaming it on you that I can't hear it. Fucking childre-“

She was cut off by a sharp click, and James knew she had actually turned it off. He looked over and saw Mary glaring at him while putting her walkie down on her desk.

“Dude, people keep giving me dirty looks cause they can hear yall screaming from my walkie” That was the voice of the oh-so-lovely Marlene this time, who was sitting on the lifeguard chair by the kiddy pool.

“They can hear us?”

“Yes Sirius, everyone around me can hear you guys, especially when you yell like a fucking idiot”

James looked over to see Surius giving him a wide, mischievous smirk, before lifting up his walkie-talkie to his mouth and beginning to scream into it.

“SHE’S NOT A CERTIFIED LIFEGUARD! I HAVE NO CLUE WHO SHE IS! RUN AWAY! I'VE NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE IN MY LIFE! SHE WANTS TO KIDNAP YOUR CHILDREN! RUN RUN RUN!”

“PADS WHAT THE FUCK” James could barely hear Marlene’s panicked yell over the sound of his own wild laughter.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Meet me At Molly’s

Requested by : @halsteadjaysbbay

Jay seeing you an another defective flirting and he realizes it’s always been you and like other girls he’s been with his pictured being you

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this story if you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work ! 

Being a detective was something you always dreamed about sense you were a little girl.

 Being able to help people at their lowest moment and try and make a little better. It was also about getting justice and helping those who don’t have a voice. 

Sense you made detective 10 years ago 8 of those were spent with the intelligence unit.

 It was the most elite in all of the Chicago police department. Working with this unit had it ups and downs.

The highs were really high and the lows were really low. Everyone in the unit had their own special person.

Someone they had when things weren’t okay . when you needed that person to lean on. 

Jay was that person for you. You could always lean on him whenever you needed it got bad and vice versa.

 Throughout the years of friendship you weren’t exactly sure when the feelings you felt started to change. 

You fell in love with him and you never wanted to say something because he clearly wasn’t interested. 

He always had a girl by his side and you tried not to let it hurt you because it wasn’t like he was doing anything to purposely hurt you. 

First he was with Erin and they were together for a couple of years and he even wanted to marry her. 

Then when she left he went with that girl from the undercover job and then of course all the secret came out and they were over. 

This was the first time in years that man had been single. But for the first time in a while for you it was the opposite.

 You found someone else you were interested in. His name was James and he was another detective from robbery homicide. 

He came into to  help with a case and that man was fine af. He also took notice of you. He would come over and sit down next to you

. Smiling over at you and “accidentally bumping into you”. He would always say jokes to make you laugh. 

There was a look on Jay’s face thought that was hard to read 

. You and James were sitting at your desk and he was making some dumb jokes that were making you laugh. 

You glanced over at Jay and he was clearly upset which you didn’t understand why. 

“Come on do you guys mind were trying to work here” Jay yelled causing a scene. 

Everyone looked up at the two of you which made you feel embarrassed. 

“Come on man were just having fun calm down” James said 

“How about you don’t tell me what to do” Jay said getting up and walking over to the two of you. 

James got up and the two of them looked like they were about to square up. So you got up and walked into between them. 

“Hey guys cut it out now what the hell is wrong with you” You said pushing them apart. 

“He started it” James said 

“I don’t care I’m ending it were not children” You said 

Jay walked back over to his desk and you looked at James 

“Let it go we got a list of names anyways let’s go start knocking on doors” You said. 

You grabbed your jacket and walked out and James followed behind. You got into your car and headed out. 

It was quiet the ride over there. No one really said anything until James spoke up. 

“Jay is a real Jackass i mean what the hell is wrong with that man” He said 

You reached your destination at that point thank goodness.  You got out of the car and looked over at him. 

“Yeah what he did was uncalled for but the name calling is just unnecessary” you said 

“Look i know guys like him there nothing but arrogant punks who need to be put back into their place” He said 

“How can you even say anything if you don’t know him like that? We were all just stressed  a little about the case” you said defending him. 

“Why are you sticking so much for the guy and for what i’m not the bad guy here he is” He yelled. 

“There are no bad guys here it was just a moment and that’s it” You said clearly annoyed. 

James didn’t even say anything he just looked at you mad and rolled his eyes. What ever you felt for this man is suddenly gone. 

The two of you went about your job and knocked on doors and tried to find answers. Which of course in true typical fashion there was none. 

At that point it was getting late so the two of you headed back. When you there everyone else was gone expect for Jay he was still sitting at his desk. 

James didn’t even say anything he just got his stuff and left. Jay gave you a confused look and you didn’t even say anything just gave him a look like don’t. 

You gathered up your stuff and to your dismay Jay clearly any hints to heart and walked over to you. 

“Hey Y/N i’m sorry i shouldn’t have started” Jay said 

“It’s fine doesn’t matter anymore whatever we had is gone now” you said disappointed because you really liked him. 

“Don’t say it’s because of me being stupid” Jay asked guilt in his voice. 

“Why did you have to pick a fight with him we were just having fun” You asked. 

Jay didn’t say anything he just looked around and was a little uncomfortable. Which made you mad. 

“Come on you had something to say earlier don’t be quiet now” You said upset. 

“Look i know I don’t have a right to be but I was jealous of you” Jay said 

“What do you mean after all this time” You asked 

“Look if i’m being honest I always like you but we had such a good partnership and i didnt want to ruin it” Jay said 

“All those times I was with other girls i always thought about you and what it would have been like if i were you not to say I didn’t love them or care about them I did but it’s always been you” Jay said

You just stared at him and couldn’t help the tears that fell down your face. You waited years to finally here that and here it was. 

“Jay I love you I always have this whole time” You said 

“I love you to Y/N now and always” Jay said 

He leaned in and kissed you and you felt the butterflies erupting in your stomach this whole moment was worth waiting for and it was so special. 

The kiss broke and you two just stared and smiled at each other. 

“Next time don’t keep me waiting so long” You said 

“Yes ma'am” Jay said 

“How about i go home and get changed out and meet you at Molly’s” You said 

“Can’t wait to see you there I miss you already” Jay said 

“Shut up” You yelled walking away. 

You started laughing as you walked away. You got your stuff and headed home to get dressed.  When you got home you walked straight into the back and started picking something out to wear. 

You wanted to wear something sexy and cute. So after picking out your fave outfit you hurried up and fixed your makeup and hair.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought damn i look fire. You headed out and texted Jay you were on your way. 

You got there about 20 minutes later and saw Jay sitting there with your fave drinking waiting for you. 

He perked up and smiled when he saw you walking over to where you were. 

You sat down across from and smiled up at him. 

“Thank you for the drink” You said 

“ A toast to us for finally being here together and not waiting so long anymore to be with one another we can finally be truly happy” Jay said 

“Here’s to know and many more years to come I can’t wait to spend them with you” you said

This moment was one worth waiting for 

[marauderstan014]

didn't post Remus' birthday here either because I'm all fucked up and ruptured the ligament of my ankle on the 10th, but here it goes

about 3000 words (or 2000, I don't remember) of wolfstar getting together (and jegulus and marylily but in the background), Remus' friendships and fluff

despite not making much sense and being all over the place, I really like this one

“I was looking for you, Moony,” Pete drops on his side, sitting cross-legged and putting an arm around Remus’ shoulders.

“I literally told you I’d be here.”

“Well, yes, but I wanted to talk to you.”

“Why did you want to talk to me?”

“Well, Moony, can’t I just want to spend time with my best friend?”

Remus snorts. “Are you hiding from Lockhart again?”

“He keeps trying to kiss me!” He groans. “I don’t like him, Moony. He wants me to stroke his ego.”

“And you’re too good for him.”

“Yes, that too.”

Remus shakes his head with a fond smile, Lockhart has been chasing after Peter since his first year, their second. And yes, Peter is queer, but not like that. First of all, Peter says he doesn’t want to date people he doesn’t know, snog them, or do anything other than be friends with them.

Second of all, Peter has loads of people lining up at his door, he’s too charming with that shining smile and kind green eyes, not to mention the way he talks, he’ll beguile everyone who comes across him. Not the marauders, though, his relationship with them is strictly platonic.

The third thing is the annoying one, Lockhart can’t take a hint, and Peter is too nice to actually reject him. Merlin, that man is impossible, he thinks he’s the best person that’s ever existed, as in beautiful, intelligent and so it goes.

He’s not. He’s pathetic.

“You should tell him no, Pete.”

“I tried to, but he laughed as if it was a joke,” Peter sighs dramatically and lies down on Remus’ lap with a hand over his forehead. “Please kill me.”

Remus rolls his eyes and speaks harshly. “Stop it, don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “I don’t mean it.”

“I know you don’t, it’s alright,” he pats Peter’s head. “Do you want me to hex him?”

“Would you?” He smiles when Remus nods, he really means it. “It’s alright, I’ll deal with him.”

“The offer remains, just say the word and I’ll do it.”

“Cheers, mate,” he gets up. “I’ll see if I can scare him away now, thank you for listening.”

“Anytime.”

.

“Remus, you won’t believe what happened!” Remus looks at James, waiting for him to continue. “Try to guess it.”

For the way he’s smiling and jumping, it’s probably something to do with quidditch or Regulus. Might be a spell too, he’s been trying to find a way to transfigure the floor into real lava. Why? He wants the trill to play ‘the floor is lava’ for real.

Yes, they’re all of age.

Yes, they still like to play games.

“I don’t know, James.”

“It’s for you, actually. Tomorrow is your birthday.”

“I’m aware,” he says dryly, but smiling so James will understand that it was a joke. “You don’t have to give me anything, James.”

“I don’t care.”

Remus sighs. “What happened, then?”

“Well, do you remember when I said I was going to ask my father if he could find you a job for The Quibbler?” Remus’ heart starts racing and his eyes widen when he nods. “You start right when we finish school.” No way. No fucking way. That’s not happening. Is this happening? “Moony, please tell me you’re not going to faint.”

“I can’t promise that,” he whispers. “I need to sit down.”

“Please tell me I didn’t fuck up,” James says in worry after Remus sits on the floor.

“Fuck up? James, I fucking love you! I can’t believe it! I could kiss you right now!”

“Please don’t,” he laughs, “Sirius would kill me, it’d be worse than the day they found out I have a crush on Reggie.”

“It really wouldn’t.”

“Moony, look at me.” He does so. “Talk to them, you won’t regret it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

James sighs. “Alright, happy birthday, Moony.” He kisses his head and gets up, leaving Remus alone with his books in te common room.

.

"Why are you bothering us about it?" Regulus asks Remus flatly. "Don't you have other friends to do so?"

"I can't talk about it with them, though, can I?"

Regulus sighs. "God, you're annoying."

"You can't say that today, Reg," Pandora says. "It's his birthday."

Evan huffs a laugh. "Maybe getting older made him even more annoying."

“Piss off,” Remus says angrily, even though he’s not. It’s just that he absolutely can’t let them know. The study group can know: Lily knows, Pandora, Regulus, Evan, Dorcas, and Barty by extension because they’re always there bothering them even though Remus has never seen them open a book… James can’t know, Peter can’t know and most importantly, Sirius can’t know. They have a ‘no secrets and no lies’ pact, if he tells Peter or James, they’ll have to tell Sirius. And Sirius can’t know. His friends are laughing at him, all of them but Lily. Lily is looking at him with pity, which somehow is even worse. “Stop it,” he says pointing at her. “You promised you would be nice about it if I told you.”

“They're not being nice, why do I have to?”

“Because you’re the nice one,” Dorcas explains with a straight face. “We’re here to make Remus’ life a living hell, you’re here to help him bear it.”

Remus groans and rolls his eyes again, but his mind goes back to Sirius. Their perfect hair and silver eyes. Oh, they’re so beautiful. Remus woke up today with Sirius as Padfoot, jumping on top of him and licking his face, he didn’t even remember it was his birthday until Sirius made sure to tell him with a wonderful and beautiful grin. Then they made sure to hold his hand through breakfast and only let him go when he said he had to come to the library for the study group, but not before complaining about how Remus studies on weekends. He blushes.

“Look at him,” Barty laughs. “He’s pathetic, isn’t he?”

“I’ll show you who’s pathetic, Mx ‘I’m in love with my best friend but I can’t tell him because I can’t risk our friendship.”

He’s talking about Evan, but when everybody looks at him, he realises that he’s in the same position. It’s different, though, everybody knew Evan was in love with Barty too. Evan even made sure to make Barty know it.

“Remus…”

“I know, ” he snarls. “I’m going to the lake. Don’t follow me.”

He thinks he wants to be followed, but he doesn’t expect them to, he literally told them not to. It’s just that Sirius is everything to him, they’re thoughtful, careful, soft… They never did as much as raise their voice at him, even though they’ve done it with everyone else, even James when they found out he has a crush on their little brother.

And none of them can call him pathetic. Lily has been hopelessly in love with Mary since their first year. Regulus has had a crush on James even before coming to Hogwarts. Apparently, his crush started when Sirius showed him a picture of their friends and talked about them when they were home. Barty and Dorcas went through the same situation before. The only person who can mock him is Pandora, but, for a reason, she doesn’t.

He wants to tell James and Peter, they would understand, but he can’t. He can’t tell them because they’d have to hide it from Sirius, and Remus doesn’t want to put them in that situation.

When he sits on the ground, facing the lake, he feels an anger he hasn’t felt in years. Why the fuck is it all so hard? Merlin, he’s 18, he should’ve been stable by now. But he isn’t. His life is a mess, all he can think about is the NEWTs and Sirius. He needs top marks and he wants Sirius to love him back. He’d be so happy if Sirius loved him back. Even though he’ll have a job in The Quibbler, he will fuck up and need to find another job. He needs top marks.

“You should ask them out,” Remus jumps startled and points his wand at the voice before even looking at them. Reasonably so, the last time he was alone at the lake and someone went after him, it was Snape and he wasn’t prepared at all, he ended up in the hospital wing because of a dark spell. “God, Remus, it’s me.”

“You startled me, twat.”

“Well, don’t start with that, you’re fine,” Regulus says emotionless. “And my point stands,” Remus sits back down on the ground, not facing him. “You should ask them out.”

“First of all,” he says sharply. “I specifically told you not to follow me.”

“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly. “As if you didn’t want to be followed. I know you, Lupin, you want– No, you need someone to convince you that Sirius loves you back but won’t make the first move, you have to do it.”

“You’re a hypocrite,” Remus mumbles. “If I tell Sirius, then you’ll have to tell James and ask him on a date.”

“I’ll do it.”

“What?” Remus chokes, his eyes wide in shock.

“I said I’ll do it. I’ll go to your common room with you, you’ll tell James to meet me outside. While I tell him I love him in the room behind the knight tapestry, you’ll tell Sirius in your dorm.” Regulus doesn’t seem to be lying, he wouldn’t lie about something like that, would he? “And for the record, both James and Peter know. You’re not subtle, Remus.”

He rolls his eyes and gets up. “Alright, then,” he says, “But if I lose my best friend and fuck up everything, you’ll regret meeting me in the first place.”

Regulus smirks. “Are you sure you can handle me, Lupin?”

“With my hands and feet tied just after the full moon.”

Regulus raises his eyebrows and gets up too, heading for the castle. It’s fine, really, the way Regulus treats him, their friendship is like that. Remus likes his bluntness, sometimes it’s necessary. He appreciates all his friends: the way Lily lets him lie in her lap when he needs it; the way James hugs him when he’s overwhelmed, knowing exactly how much pressure he needs to feel better; the way Peter will sit next to him and say nothing when he’s having an anxiety attack, giving him the support he needs without overwhelming him; the way Pandora coddles him when no one else will; even when Dorcas, Barty and Evan mock him to make him laugh. They all help him in their own way.

And Sirius. Sirius knows how he’s feeling even before him, they know when he needs someone to let him talk, they know when to get someone else to help him, even though they’re always enough. They know Remus even more than Remus knows himself. How he likes his tea, how he loves chocolate cake but only without topping because it makes him feel sick, how he loves to hear them sing when he’s sad… They know when Remus needs Padfoot to lie down with him and nuzzle his face, licking his nose in an attempt to cheer him up.

Sirius is perfect for him and he doesn’t want to lose them.

.

Well, that’s harder than he anticipated, Just looking at Sirius makes his stomach turn and his limbs get cold. He can’t do it. He just can’t. No, no, no. Sirius is looking back at him with that beautiful grin, showing their chipped tooth. Oh, what a sight, he’d look at them forever if he could.

But he can’t, so he averts his eyes and hides in his four-poster.

“Moony,” he hears Sirius saying softly. “I’m coming in.”

“No.”

“I won’t leave you alone on your birthday.”

“I wasn’t alone until now.”

“But you were with my brother, not with me.”

“My point stands,” he says flatly. “I want to be alone, Padfoot.”

“No, you don’t.”

No, I don’t.  

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

“You would, I know you,” they say calmly. “I hope you’re still decent because I’m coming in.”

And they do, because his friends have no concept of personal space and they know when he’s lying. “What?”

“You’re worried.”

“Of course I’m not,” he says sarcastically. “I’m the epitome of calmness.”

“Don’t be mean to me, Moony,” they pout. “What happened?”

Oh, fuck, he’ll have to do it, won’t he? He promised Regulus he would do it, he can’t back off now. “Nothing happened, Sirius, just leave me alone.”

“Did my brother do something to you? Do I have to hit him for you?”

“Don’t hit your brother.”

“It wouldn’t be the first nor the last time, he’s my brother, we do that.” Remus huffs a laugh. “There we are! Now give me a smile.”

“Piss off,” he says, frowning again. “I just need to be alone for a while.”

“Oh, did something happen? Are you overwhelmed?”

“I’m fine, Sirius, just leave.”

“Do you need me to get James? I’ll get him for you. Did Barty say something?”

“I don’t understand your problem with Barty.”

“Well, James doesn’t like them, so as the amazingly supportive friend that I am, I don’t like them either.”

“James is jealous of them.”

“Do you need him now?”

“He’s doing something important now.” Merlin, he has to do it. “Sit down, would you?”

“Are you just giving me orders like a dog?” They do it anyway.

“Well, you obeyed, didn’t you?”

They laugh. “What happened, Moony?”

“Well, your brother and I made a deal, if he does something, I’ll have to do something too,” he says carefully. “And he’s doing it right now, so I’ll have to do it too. But I need you to bear with me and not speak or leave until I tell you to.”

“So you’re giving me orders like a dog.” Remus glares at them. “Alright, I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet.”

He’s sure Sirius is being difficult because they know Remus finds it funny, but it’s not helping now, it’s just making him even more anxious because he’ll miss it. He’ll miss Sirius when they stop talking to him.

“Reg is outside confessing his love for James.”

“Really?!” They jump with a grin. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it, it’s been what? Six years? Seven?”

“Sirius.”

“Alright, I promise I’ll be quiet now,” they zip their mouth shut and pretend to throw an imaginary key through the window.

“Regulus is confessing his love for James because I agreed to do something if he did that.” They nod. “I said if he confessed his love for James, I’d confess my love for you. Which isn’t fair because it’s my birthday and you’ll feel guilty for rejecting me on my birthday. Don’t. I’ll be fine. I just don’t want things to get weird because even if I can’t have you as a partner, I still want to have you as a friend, I can’t lose you.”

They just nod again and Remus sighs.

“You can reject me today, it’s best if you do it now, I don’t want you to wait until tomorrow so I won’t feel bad on my birthday, just… Just please don’t let me lose you as a friend, because even though I love you as more than that, I still love you as a friend and I appreciate your friendship and you as a person and I can’t, Sirius, I just can’t.”

They don’t move.

“I promise I won’t kill Regulus for giving me bad advice either, I know you love him and I won’t kill him even if I want to. I can’t promise I won’t kill the others, though, but you don’t like Barty, so there’s that. If I kill him would you want to be my friend again? I’ll do whatever it takes.” His breath hitches and he realises what he had just said, putting his hands over his mouth and widening his eyes. “I take it back, I can’t kill anyone, I’m sorry. But I’ll do anything else, just don’t leave me.”

Their face is blank.

“I fucked up, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I should have known better. And now I made you uncomfortable because I’m a bad friend and I put you in an awful position. I’m sorry, Sirius,” he feels his eyes watering. Of course he’s going to cry, he’s going to lose one of his best friends, how could someone not cry about it? “Just… I’ll stay away from you if you want to, I won’t touch you anymore if you don’t want me to, I–”

“Remus,” Sirius says gravely and he freezes. “Moony, slow down. Breathe. Come on, inhale… hold… exhale… hold… That’s it, better now? Do you want me to hug you? Will the pressure make you feel better?”

“You don’t want to touch me.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t, would I?” They smile. “You’re overwhelmed, Remus, do you need the pressure?” Is he overwhelmed? He hadn’t noticed. But it makes sense, he’s feeling like he needs to peel his skin off. “Moony?”

He slowly nods. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, love, I love you too. I have for a while now. James and Peter know, and Reg too, he’s known the longest.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

“That little shite could have told me, couldn’t he? I’ve– Ugh,” he sighs. “He’s known I’m in love with you for a good while now, he could have… It would have… You told him not to tell me, didn’t you?”

“What do you think?” They ask hoarsely. “I can’t live without you, can I?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Remus John Lupin, I think you’re wasting too much time apologising when you could be snogging me. I really need you to, it’s a life or death situation, you’re torturing me by looking at me like that.”

“Am I?” Remus smirks. “What if I want to torture you?”

Sirius grins with that mischievous glint in their eyes. “Naughty boy,” they laugh. “I’ll let you do anything to me.”

“Anything? Well, that’s a huge promise, isn’t–"

Before they can continue, James runs into the room and throws himself on his bed, laughing. “You won’t believe me!”

“Regulus said he loves you?”

“Regulus said he loves me!!”

“And now you’re dating?”

“And now we’re dating!!”

“Moony and I are dating now, too.”

“Oh, are we?” Remus asks with a smirk.

“I thought so,” they frown. “Haven’t you just said you want to make me suffer?”

“Padfoot,” James says carefully. “I don’t think… What do you mean? Suffer? Moony, you can’t– Why would you– I thought you–”

“James, mate,” Remus says laughing. “I don’t think you understood what Sirius meant. But we’re not dating.”

“We’re not?”

“Regulus said I’d have to make the first move,” he explains. “Can I be your boyfriend, Sirius?”

“YES! Oh my God, James! Did you see that? Tell me you saw that.”

“You know…” he says with a weird smile. “I think I’ll leave you two to it, I’ll be back later. Lock the door, will you?”

“Wanker.”

.

“So both of you are suddenly taken?” Dorcas asks amused. “Out of nowhere?”

“I guess.”

“You’re pathetic,” Barty announces. “Both of you. Absolutely pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic?” Regulus asks rolling his eyes. “Alright, Mx ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than when he kissed me’.”

“You weren’t supposed to tell him that.”

“Why not, darling?” Evan asks with a smirk. “Are you afraid I won’t think you’re cool anymore? Don’t worry, I’ve never thought you were cool."

“And how does it feel, Remus?”

“Oh, Lily, you have to tell Mary, I want to relive the moment Sirius called me ‘love’ again and again. I’d live in that moment forever.”

“Sirius made you sappy.”

Remus feels a dazed smile on his face. “They did.”

 .

"Remus," Lily says in the common room the next day. "I told her."

"How did it go?"

"You were right," she says quietly, but undoubtedly thrilled. "Merlin, Remus, her lips are so soft and warm. Her hair smells like coconut and vanilla and I'd live in her arms forever."

"I told you you wouldn't regret it, didn't I?" He asks smiling. "And you know I'm always right."

"We can go on double dates now."

"Lily, you know I love you, don't you?" She nods. "I'll not be going on double dates. Ever."

"Oh, you're so boring."

"I don't see anyone complaining."

She smiles at him. "Yes, unfortunately, we still love you."

[fangirl-writes]

Silent Night

Harry James Potter x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): None

Notes: Merry Christmas everyone. 

(JK can fuck off but I love the characters)

Summary: You and Harry visit Godric’s Hollow and wish his parents a happy Christmas.

It had been a few years since Voldemort was defeated. Harry was starting his new job at the ministry as a Auror and you were coming off your eighth year with Hermione, completing your schooling and starting off as a reporter for the Daily Prophet.

You and Harry had been friends since first year. Nowhere near as close as he was with Ron and Hermione, but closer than he was with Dean, Seamus, and Neville. You’d consider him an attractive man, all things considered, and he’d complimented your beauty a few times across the years, but neither of you really took any step further in the relationship.

Harry was caught up in Cho and then Ginny, but neither of those relationships ended up working out, for their own respective reasons.

Ginny went on to get a professional position on the Holyhead Harpies, playing as their star chaser, Ron was helping George run the joke shop, and Hermione was working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Everyone was busy, but with Ron and Hermione figuring out their relationship, Harry felt kind of alone. So, he turned to you.

You were always willing to hang out with him when you had time. Going for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron or strolling through Hogsmeade or even just chatting at Grimmauld Place, where Harry currently lived.

“You aren’t going to decorate for Christmas?” You chided, coming in out of the cold and kicking off your snow covered boots.

Harry laughed, handing you a mug of hot chocolate to warm your freezing hands. “I live alone, why would I need to?”

“Have some holiday spirit, Potter!” You teased. “Mrs. Weasley would have your head for not even getting a tree.”

“She’d have my head for not eating three meals a day,”

“Oh, you shouldn’t’ve said that. Now I’m gonna make it my personal mission to bring you breakfast every morning before I go to work.”

“Please don’t do that,” Harry said, but he was smiling.

You shoved the side of his head and he motioned for you to follow him up the creaky stairs to the drawing room on the first floor.

He’d really fixed up the place since moving in. He’d gotten rid of that terrible portrait of Mrs. Black, dusted away all the cobwebs, and gotten rid of the other unflattering decor and furniture. 

He kept some of the classic features, though, like the gas lamps and velvet curtains.

You noticed he’d hung photos along the stairs. Pictures of him, Ron, and Hermione, one of him and Sirius, one of the whole Weasley family, and he even had one of the Dursleys (though you noticed Mr. Dursley was practically cut out of the photo expect for an arm, a leg, and part of his stomach).

You stopped at the last one. It was of four guys standing arm in arm, laughing at the camera. “Harry, what’s this photo? Who are those guys your with?”

Harry backed up a few steps to see what you were looking at and laughed. “That’s not me. That’s my dad and his friends.”

He raised a hand to point at the handsome, shaggy haired boy. “That’s Sirius, and on dad’s other side is Lupin.”

Even then a little shabby-looking, you noticed with a smile.

Harry didn’t say who the fourth boy was but you could only assume it was that nasty Peter Pettigrew who’d sold his parents out to Voldemort.

Your eyes fell on Harry’s father. His untidy hair stuck up at the back, like Harry’s sometimes did, and he wore the same style glasses, if not a little more carelessly planted on his face.

“You look a lot like your father,” You said, a little sheepishly, since you’d mistaken one for the other.

“Except my eyes,” Harry replied, like he’d heard the statement a hundred times before. “Come on,”

You finished scaling the stairs and dropped yourself on the sofa, somehow managing not to spill any of your hot chocolate.

Harry sat next to you and you just admired his features for a moment, noting the differences between him and his father.

You’d known him for years but only in the last few had he really come into his looks. His eyes were sparkling green underneath his glasses, his jawline was more defined. His hair was still its unruly self, but he made it work. You could see the outline of his scar beneath his bangs but it had begun to fade a little.

“What are your Christmas plans anyway?” You asked, bringing the mug to your lips. “Heading to the Burrow?”

Harry nodded. “For part of it. I’m going to have dinner with Mrs. Tonks and Teddy.”

You’d almost forgotten about little Edward Lupin, Harry’s godson who was nearing two years old. “Oh, how is he?”

“From what Andromeda says, he’s doing fine. He’s learned how to change hairstyles on a whim instead of just to fit his emotions.”

You couldn’t help but smile. 

Harry was too, but he seemed far away. Like his thoughts were somewhere other than your current conversation.

“Is there...anything else you want to tell me?”

He glanced at you, seeming a little nervous. “I’ve been thinking. I- I really want to go back to Godric’s Hollow, since the last time I was there was less than peaceful...but I don’t think I can do it alone.”

You seemed confused, judging by the way you tilted your head curiously at him.

“I was wondering if...if, uh, you’d mind coming with me?”

Your features morphed into surprise. You were honored that he was asking you to visit somewhere that was so important to him. “I-”

“I understand if you don’t want to.” Harry interrupted.

You frowned, trying to speak again.

“Really, it’s okay. I know its probably a lot to ask but-”

“When are we going?”

Harry stopped blabbing to give you his own look of surprise that slowly morphed into a thankful smile. “Christmas Eve?”

“Sounds perfect.”

***

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer standing on the front porch of Grimmauld Place. Instead, you were standing hand in hand with Harry in a snowy lane under a sky of glittering stars. Cottages stood on either side of the road, Christmas decorations twinkling in their windows.

“It’s snowing.” Harry said, making you look up at the small flurries of white falling from the sky.

“I suppose it is,” You replied, lifting the hand that wasn’t holding Harry’s to catch some of them in your palm. “It’s beautiful here.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Harry led you down the narrow road, the crunch of the snow beneath your feet the only noise to brake the winter silence.

Neither of you noticed that you were still holding hands.

The lane on which you were walking curved into the heart of the village, revealing to you the bustling villagers and the feeling of Christmas joy.

The shops had strings of lights hung on their fronts, carolers were going door to door, and you could hear the sound of laughter as a pub door opened and closed.

You turned to look at Harry with a bright smile, ready to wish him a happy Christmas, but his eyes were fixated on the war memorial that laid at the center of the square.

“Harry? What is it?”

He didn’t say anything, just squeezed your hand and led you forward, towards the statue.

As you passed, it morphed into a different memorial. It was now a statue of three people: a man with unruly hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind face, and a baby boy in his mother’s arms.

“That’s- oh, Harry,” You said, not needing to finish with ‘those are your parents’.

“I neve imagined there’d be a statue.” Harry said. “But it’s nice...”

You were suddenly overcome with the urge to hug him, so you did. He accepted it, allowing himself to just be held by you for a moment.

"C’mon,” Harry said, pulling away before the hug could go on too long, and you made your way toward the graveyard.

He slid his hand into yours again.

“For only being here once before, you certainly know your way around.” You said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think I could forget that day if I tried,” He replied.

Okay, no mood lightening. Got it.

There was a kissing gate at the entrance of the graveyard. You pushed it open as quietly as possible and walked through it. You abandoned the path towards the church doors, wading through the untouched snow around the building.

Behind the church was where the graves were. What seemed like endless rows of tombstones glowed grey beneath the blanket of snow that was tucked neatly on top of them.

It didn’t take long to find where the Potters were buried. Even without Harry there to lead you, the stone was hard to miss. 

It was made of white marble that made it easy to read in the darkness. You could make out the names before you stood in front of it.

‘James Potter’ ‘Lily Potter’

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

“I thought the saying was stupid the first time I came here. That it was some kind of death eater idea. I guess now, having been through what I have since then. I get what whoever wanted that there meant.”

“Living on after death,” You said.

Harry nodded. “As long as I’m alive, no one is going to forget my mum and dad. They’re dead, but they’ve done as much for the wizarding world as I have.”

You knew that couldn’t possibly be true, Harry was practically a martyr at this point, but you didn’t voice that thought.

Tears began to roll down his cheeks and it hurt you to see him so hurt. A kind of hurt that would never go away.

Moving closer to him, you leaned your head on his shoulder and gripped his hand a little tighter. “They would be so proud of you.”

“I know...” Harry whispered. “I know they are.”

You and Harry had talked about practically everything. He’d told you things that he hadn’t told Ron and Hermione. He didn’t need to preach to you how unfair it was, how he never asked to be a part of some stupid prophecy, that if he hadn’t been so stupid maybe things would be different.

But all that was nothing when he looked back on that night in the forest, the night he died.

“They’re with you.” You said.

“Until the end,” Harry said, echoing his father’s sentiments.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down again.

“Oh,” You reached for the bag at your side. “I brought something, I hope you don’t mind.”

You pulled out a Christmas wreath, it was decorated with red and gold ribbon along with the white flowers blooming from it. You carefully placed it on his parents’ grave and stood back up.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, but you gave life to one heck of a guy.” You said.

That got Harry to give a little smile.

You lingered by the grave a little longer until your fingers were practically frozen to Harry’s. So, you used some muggle money you had to buy some warm drinks from the pub and the two of you strolled around the village for a little bit.

“Would you mind,” you asked as you and Harry passed the carolers on their way to sing at the next cottage. “If I joined you for dinner with Teddy and Andromeda?”

“You’d want to come?” Harry replied.

“Of course,” You said, smiling. “Love Teddy and Andromeda is always so nice...and you will be there, of course.”

He laughed. “I’d love it if you came.”

“Really?” 

“Really.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a woman from the group of carolers had walked up to you two. “But I have to say that you’re a lovely couple,”

A blush spread across your face. “Oh, we’re-”

“Thank you,”

You looked up to Harry with surprise as the woman nodded and wished you a happy Christmas before walking back to her group.

“I’ve, uh, liked you for a while now...just wasn’t sure how to say it. And I know this probably isn’t appropriate, considering we were just at my parents’ grave, but would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You broke out into a grin. “I’d love that.”

Harry let out a little sigh of relief and you pulled him in for a kiss.

It was a cold kiss, at first, the cold winter air capping your lips, but he didn’t seem to mind. He tasted like the drink you’d just had and something else that was distinctly Harry.

After what could have been seconds, hours, days (you weren’t sure), you broke apart to catch your breath.

“Let’s-uh, wait until after the holidays to tell the Weasleys and Hermione, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little but. “Sure. But I’m not sure how to feel that you’re thinking about Ron and Hermione after our kiss.”

You cuddled into his side and he kissed the top of your head before apparating you both home.

[idy-ll-ique]

Blurry Lines.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: MISCOMMUNICATION because oh my god just talk

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N works for James Barnes, CEO of a very successful tech company. She also has a massive crush on him. One day, she walks in on him kissing his assistant, and a few months in, because of the incident, she turns in her resignation letter. But will Bucky let her go? There's a thin line between professionalism and non-professionalism, blurred in the case of Bucky and Y/N.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! could've just named it "a shakespeare play" because of all the miscommunication but i already have a fic with shakespeare in its title asfhdkfks,,, anyway enjoy!

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There he is.

The man who ruined my whole life.

Y/N stared as her boss, James Barnes, left the elevator, greeting everyone with a polite smile and a wave. Why did he have to be so perfect all the time? He wore a sky-blue-colored suit with a white shirt underneath, his long hair pulled back into a bun with loose strands framing his face, making him look like a Greek God.

She had fallen for him, which was a big, big, big mistake. 1, he was her boss; 2, he was way out of her league, and 3, he probably had a girlfriend because a man like that, single? Hah, no way. "Y/N? Y/N, hello?" She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, giving the man a small, forced smile.

"Hi, Mr Barnes, good morning." Bucky's smile faltered a bit at her words because she never called him Mr Barnes, he had specifically requested her to call him Bucky. Was he in trouble? "Mr Barnes? Whoa, what did I do?" he joked, though Y/N realized he was being serious. "Sorry, must've slipped out."

"Okay. Good morning to you, too!" He smiled and went to his office. As soon he turned his back to her, Y/N dropped her smile and scowled, crossing her arms. "Stupid man with his stupid attitude and his stupid handsome smile and his idiotic, beautiful blue eyes," she grumbled under her breath as she continued working.

Y/N Y/L/N was an employee of the one and only James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, CEO of a big tech company called Epsilon. She loved working with him; he paid his employees well, was very kind-hearted, and showed no bias to anyone. When she had first started working with him, she wasn't interested in him at all, romantically speaking.

Then, a few months passed by and she started looking forward to his everyday arrival; seeing him get out of the elevator with his gorgeous eyes, his expensive suits and Cheshire grins became the favorite part of her day. Y/N was damn good at hiding her crush though; she was sure that it would go away with time.

But it didn't.

2 years had now passed since she started working for Bucky and the crush was still there, more amplified than before. But she knew it would never work out between them. So she started distancing herself from him. For some reason, he was very, very friendly with her; she knew he was a reserved man so it was peculiar…

He would be holed up in his office the whole day after greeting everyone. Hell, the only words he ever said to his employees were "good morning" and "goodnight, I'll see you all tomorrow" while the rest of his notices were passed on to them by his assistant.

Still, he always stayed at her desk the longest, making small talk. "The weather is nice today, any plans after work?" he'd ask one day while, "You look gorgeous today, is that a new dress?" the other. It was odd; why did he do it? He certainly couldn't be interested in her, could he?

Y/N sighed, sorting through the stack of papers on her desk when she suddenly noticed that one of them was missing Bucky's signature. She glanced at his assistant's desk; she was nowhere to be found so Y/N got up, walking to Bucky's office to get the signature herself.

She knocked on the door but accidentally pushed it open. The sight that greeted her probably scarred her for life; inside Bucky's office, he was kissing his assistant, pushed up against his desk. Y/N's eyes widened and she immediately turned around to leave, the clicking of her heels alerting Bucky.

"Get off of me," he grumbled, pushing his assistant away as he ran to the door, looking out to see Y/N walking away. "Y/N! Y/N!" She turned around at the sound of his voice and gave him an awkward smile. "I didn't mean to walk in without permission, I'm really sorry, I just needed a signature on a paper, really didn't mean to—"

He waved his arm in dismissal and took the paper from her hands, signing it and handing it back to her. "It's fine." He gave her a small smile as she turned to leave. Bucky then groaned quietly and went back to his office, glaring at his assistant. "What the fuck was that?" he hissed. "You like me!" she whined and he scrunched his nose in disgust.

"What— when did I ever tell you that?! I'm not interested in you," he spat. "So all those glances you gave me, all the times you flirted with me, that was fake?" she shrieked. "Stop yelling," he admonished, "And for the record, I have never once in my life ever flirted with you or glanced at you in any way except professionally. Please snap out of your daydream."

"So what about the kiss?"

"You didn't give me time to push away! And now poor Y/N probably thinks I'm some sort of a playboy who takes advantage of women that work for me— you know what? You're fired. Don't ever show up to his place again." His assistant wailed, her eyes filled with tears.

"I knew it. I knew you liked her!" she accused him and he scoffed. "I don't like her. Now get lost, I have a lot of work to do." She stormed out of his office. The angry clicking of her heels made Y/N and the rest of the employees look up as she staggered towards the elevator. Y/N frowned; what the hell was going on?

"What do you think is up with her?" her friend Rubie whispered. "I have no idea, I caught her making out with Bu— Mr Barnes. I guess they fought?" Rubie's eyes went wide. "You mean he isn't into her? Damn, the bosses always fall for their hot ass assistants, what happened here?" Y/N giggled at her words.

"Well, at least my theory is confirmed."

"What theory?" Y/N blinked. "That he likes you! Think about it; he always greets you with some extra phrases, he always praises your work, and now after you caught him kissing someone else he gets into a fight with them, possibly breaking up. Some of the other women are jealous of you, you know. They think you're super close with him."

"What?!" Y/N harshly whispered, "Utter bullshit. I'm not close with him in any way, he's just my boss and I'm sure they just got into one tiny fight. I swear shit's gonna be back to normal tomorrow." With that, the two got back to work.

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Shit did not go back to normal tomorrow.

Or for months after that.

Bucky's assistant never really came back, leading many to believe that she had quit. Bucky had become more moody and temperamental, while Y/N's crush on him had escalated to new heights which was frankly taking a toll on her mental health. "I can't keep living like that. I'll just quit and get another job."

Those were the words she had whispered to herself one night as she lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Bucky, on the other hand, had come to realize that his assistant was right; he did indeed have feelings for Y/N and all he wanted to do was confess them to her and get it over with.

Realizing he couldn't have her and that she only thought of him as her boss had made him moody and angry. While walking from the elevator to his office he no longer greeted her; he couldn't even bear to see her, knowing she was never gonna be his. Y/N, of course, interpreted it in a different way entirely.

She thought he had broken up with his assistant because she caught them making out, and now he hated her for getting in between his relationship. That created a whole new array of problems.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" Rubie peered over Y/N's shoulders as she quickly wrote down her resignation letter. "I'm quitting." Rubie gasped. "You can't do that! Why are you quitting?!" she whined. "Number 1: He fucking hates me; number 2: I still like him and that's a massive problem so yeah, leaving this place is the only good option."

She stood up. "Well, I can't talk you out of it, can I? I'm gonna miss you, Y/N," Rubie sighed and the two ladies gave each other a hug. Then Y/N went to the new assistant's desk, greeting him with a small smile. "Hi, will you please give this to Mr Barnes?" She handed him the letter.

"What's this?" he smiled. "My resignation letter." The smile disappeared from his face, a frown replacing it. "Why are you quitting? Is everything okay?" She pursed her lips. "I'd rather not talk about it, sorry. Just give him my letter, would ya? Thank you." The man nodded and she went back to her desk.

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"Hey, Ryan— what's this?"

Ryan turned to see Bucky glaring at Y/N's resignation letter. "Oh, sir, that is Ms Y/L/N's resignation letter." Bucky nodded and Ryan left the office. Bucky read the letter, his glare deepening by the time he reached the end of it. She hadn't even specified why she was quitting; it came out of the blue. I can't let her do this.

He couldn't just let her quit like that, he loved her for God's sake! "I'm not letting her go," he snarled to himself, getting up and walking out of his office. When he walked out everyone turned to look at him. "Ms Y/L/N, can I see you for a moment? In my office?" Y/N frowned but got up, following him to his office.

"What's this?" Bucky asked her, holding up her letter. "My… resignation letter?" Y/N replied slowly, confused. "Yeah, I know, I can read. Why are you quitting all of a sudden?" he huffed. "I'd rather not say," she mumbled, suddenly feeling anxious. "What do you mean, you'd rather not say? Did you get into a fight?"

Yeah, with you, idiot.

"No, sir."

"Is it pay? I'll give you a raise right now—"

"It's not that, Bucky. I— I mean Mr—"

"Bucky is fine. So? Is someone troubling you? Someone I need to fire?"

"No. I just want to quit, why can't you accept that?!" Bucky stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. "You have to give me a legit reason! Vague answers will not be accepted!" Y/N glared back at him and the silence stretched on between them. "Wait a minute," Bucky exclaimed suddenly, "I know what's going on here—"

"What could you possibly know?" Y/N quipped sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "This is about that whole Marie thing, isn't it? Y/N, plea—" "No, Bucky! It's not! Why can't you just let me quit in peace?!" she yelled, interrupting him. Months of frustration had finally taken a toll on her.

"Give me an answer and I'll consider it!" he thundered and she took a step back, shocked. Maybe telling him the truth would speed up the process, she thought. "Fine, you wanna know why? Because I'm in love with you. Yes, Mr Barnes, I fucking love you and I can't keep working here knowing you're never gonna like me back!"

"Y/N…" Bucky whispered but she ignored him. "No, you listen to me. You wanted an answer? Well, here it is. I know you hate me for ruining things with Marie and this is the only best option for the both of us!" Bucky couldn't believe his ears. All this time, she'd liked him back. He walked around his desk without her noticing; she was still rambling to herself.

"And why would you even like me back? You don't even say hello anymore—"

Y/N froze when Bucky's lips crashed onto hers, his hands going to her waist to pull her closer to him. A few seconds later she reciprocated, her arms going around his neck. Without breaking the kiss Bucky turned them and picked her up, putting her down on his desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Feels like we're in a Shakespeare play with all this miscommunication," Bucky laughed when they finally pulled away to breathe. "You like me too? But what about Marie—" He scoffed. "Marie and I were never a thing, she came onto me and I fired her. Before going she said something about me liking you…"

"So?"

"Well at the time I denied it but then… she turned out to be right. And after that, talking to you became difficult because I knew I could never have you, you'd never see me in that way… boy if we'd just talked." Y/N giggled, simply happy to be in Bucky's arms. "What now? What are we?" Bucky traced a finger down her cheek.

"Don't leave me. Please, don't go," he pleaded. "Bucky, we work together, it'll be extremely unprofessional. I— I'm ready to be your girlfriend but I can't work here anymore." Bucky sighed and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Fine, but just because you said yes to being my girl. I'm so in love with you too, pretty face," he chuckled.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders, smiling. "I'm glad to hear it." He suddenly pulled away, giving her a devilish smirk. "Wanna get outta here?" Y/N's eyes widened. "Wh— now? Bucky, we—" He scoffed. "I'm still your boss, you know, you do as I say." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Do I have to deal with this while being in a rela—"

"Let's just go," Bucky groaned, pulling her to her feet and snaking an arm around her waist as they both left his office, heading to the elevators. Everyone working that day looked up, their jaws going slack as they saw the two with lovey-dovey smiles, fawning over each other. Rubie simply smirked at her friend.

"Oh please, she's quitting!" Bucky rolled his eyes when he noticed the stares. Everyone then only shook their heads and got back to work as Y/N lightly slapped Bucky on the chest, sighing.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[fruitcoops]

Night Changes

This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

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The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

[malum-forev]

Just Like Old Times (Pt. 2)

Summary: After eight years away, (Y/N) returns to the Upper East Side. But her past life filled with money and riches comes with a price. Seeing her first love again, Bucky.

Author's Note: Hiii this is another long oneee. I hope you guys like itttt. Please comment reblog like and everythingggg.

Word Count: 3.2k

Pt. 1

“So, when are you going to tell me about Stark Industries’ mishap with the oil company.” Natasha said simply while sipping red wine.

“Are you seriously going to ask me about work?” (Y/n) laughed as she put on blush. “We haven’t seen each other in two years and that’s what you’re going to ask me?”

“What else is there to ask? I know you haven’t seen Barnes, so any juicy gossip flew out the window.” The redhead replied, taking out a cigarette from her clutch.

“Nat! Are you seriously thinking about lighting that up in here!” She said, motioning her bathroom.

“I was planning on opening a window.” She retorted, pointing at the tiny window in the back of (y/n)’s bathroom. “Don’t be a saint, we’ve smoked worse things in here.”

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes and continuing fussing with her eye makeup. “God, Sam warned me you had become a valley girl. I just didn’t expect for you to become a bore too.”

(Y/n) sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s just, this is my first time here in forever and I don’t know, I’m nervous. That’s all.”

“I forgive you. Only if you tell me what the hell went down with that lawsuit. I was assisting in that case and one second it was going great and the next it went to shi-“

“He came to see me.” (Y/n) interrupted. The blunt statement making Natasha choke on the smoke she had just inhaled.

“Barnes?” Natasha questioned incredulously and (y/n) slowly nodded, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“Bucky, Bucky Barnes. Let me just get this right. We are talking about the same person. Your ex… Bucky Barnes.”

“No, the fucking tooth fairy. Of course James Bucky Barnes!” (Y/n) yelled. “He’s picking me up at six thirty.”

“Fuck, then you do need help.”

“That’s why I asked you over here!” she replied.

“Silly of me to think you would want to see your best friend after two fucking years.” Nat muttered as she started curling (y/n)’s hair. (Y/n) shot her an apologetic smile. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m only not getting pissed off because I know you’ll give me all the case details later.”

“You’re seriously all work no play.” (Y/n) said.

“Welcome back to New York babe.”

A few hours, three coats of mascara, two sets of fake lashes and an insane amount of spandex later, (y/n) was black tie event ready.

“I’ve done my job perfectly.” Natasha looked at her best friend in the mirror, (y/n) was unable to speak. It had been a long time since she had gotten this dressed up. “By the way, he’s here.”

“What? It’s not even 6pm yet!” (Y/n) started to panic as Natasha shoved her out the door, almost making her tumble down the stairs. The commotion interrupted the conversation going on just a few feet down between Bucky and her parents. (Y/n) made her way downstairs.

“Wow.” Was all Bucky said.

“For someone who always has something to say, you’re surprisingly quiet.” (Y/n) said as she stood next to him, trying to appear as collected as she could. Meanwhile, her whole brain was turning to mush.

He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, whispering. “The kind of things I want to say are not quite appropriate if we’re in front of your parents.”

With that said and an unmistakable pink hue on her cheeks, he held out his arm to lead her out of the apartment. “It’s just like Cotillion all over again.” Eleanor cried out.

“I promise to bring her back by curfew.” Bucky joked.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Barnes.” Paul warned, his tough exterior quickly disintegrating as his wife disagreed with him.

“You two come back whenever you feel like it.” Eleanor said, lightly patting Paul on the back. “We’ll see you guys later at the gala.”

The elevator doors quickly opened and soon they were alone. For the first time in eight years. Suddenly, (y/n)’s throat felt dry and her leg started twitching.

“Haven’t even said one word and you’re already nervous.” Bucky noted, taking his hand, and interlocking his fingers with hers. Bringing it up to his lips and planting a soft kiss.

“Maybe elevators make me nervous now.”

“Whatever you say doll.” Bucky chuckled, he guided her towards the lobby and out the front door of the building. Unlocking the car in front of them.

“Are you trying to compensate for something?” (Y/n) smirked as she saw the Aston Martin in front of them. “You know you can’t impress me with cars right? Maybe that works with your weekend girls but not with me.”

Bucky came closer to her and started sniffing. “Is that- is that jealousy I smell?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Can’t be jealous of something I’ve already had.”

He led her to the passenger seat and opened her door. “If you’ve already had me, then you know I’m not compensating for absolutely anything.”

For the second time in less than an hour, (Y/n) was left with burning red cheeks and speechless. She had forgotten what it felt like to be around Bucky.

“For the record, I know you’re not materialistic like that. I know you’re not impressed by the cars and the suits.” Bucky said as he entered the car, bringing it to life and pulling onto the street. “Who-um- who told you about the girls?”

She scoffed. “I’m not jealous, Buck. We broke up ages ago.”

“I know, I just. I don’t want you to think that way of me. I could care less about what the whole world thinks, I only care about your opinion. And I just, didn’t want you leaving with the wrong impression.” He said, running his hands against the steering wheel.

“And what would be the right impression?” She asked, expecting a witty comment like the ones he had previously said, but instead came an answer she wasn’t expecting.

“That I spend my time with women who don’t mean anything because I’m still waiting for you.”

“Buck-“

“I know, I know what you’re going to say. You’re gonna say that it’s stupid of me to wait for you, that you’ve moved on, that your life in Los Angeles is amazing and you’d never come back. Not even for me.” He whispered the last part. “Trust me, I’ve gone through every answer you could give me for the past eight years.”

He looked over at her, finding her gaze set on the Manhattan skyline. “You’ve always done that, you know?”

She looked back at him. “What?”

“Kept to yourself when you’re stressed out or when you’ve got too much inside that pretty little brain of yours.”

“Well, I used to only talk to you when I was stressed out.” (Y/n) replied with a small smile.

“You can still talk to me.”

“What is this Buck? What is happening right now? We don’t talk in eight years and now we’re supposed to chat like nothing ever happened. And where are we?“ She huffed, looking around the random street they were parked in.

“Oh don’t tell me you don’t remember Brooklyn.” He laughed and turned off the car, getting out.

As he opened her door and stepped out, she looked around. The dark streets would scare anyone but she felt at home. “I’ve got the highest heels on right now, you’re seriously going to make me walk?”

“You’re gonna regret that.” He replied, with the biggest smile on his face. She couldn’t even get another word out when Bucky had already flung her on his shoulders. Picking her up as if she was weightless.

She started laughing uncontrollably. “Put me down!”

“It’s only a couple of streets down.” He smiled. A couple of minutes later they had arrived.

She was about to tell him off about tossing her like a sack of potatoes but when she looked up at the building they were at she just gasped.

“Wow- I had completely forgotten about this place!” She said, pulling her face closer to the steel rails that stood in front of the beautiful brownstone building. She only turned back because of the noise coming from behind her. Bucky was jiggling the keys in her face. “How did you get the keys to this place!”

“I pulled a couple of strings.” He smiled. “And now I’m the owner.”

“Are you serious?” (Y/n) slapped his chest. “Tell me you’re joking!”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah I brought you all the way to Brooklyn just to show you a building I don’t own.”

“Can I open the door?” (Y/n) asked quietly and he nodded. Behind the steel gates and the massive wood front door stood a building full of memories.

“I can’t believe it! It’s exactly how I remember it!” She gasped, looking around the foyer.

“How did you do this? This is the same couch and the same rug and everything.” (Y/n) picked up one of the pillows and pushed it against her face. “It even smells the same.” She mumbled from behind the fabric.

Bucky’s eyes glimmered. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He had been working nonstop to recreate every single detail, for it to be exactly how it was all those years ago. Before Bucky could say anything, she ran to the kitchen. He could hear another gasp, he followed her.

“You even got the copper kitchen and the La Cornue oven and everything.” (Y/n) ran her hands against the expensive gadgets, opening one of the drawers. The only thing inside was a napkin with a phone number. She couldn’t help her face from falling. (Y/n) picked up the napkin and tossed it on the marble counter.

“You wouldn’t want to lose this number.” She muttered, turning around to look at the oven again. “You don’t even bother writing down names anymore? Or do they not care if you call them random pet names like doll?”

She tried to keep her composure but the words seeping out of her lips felt like venom. With each pause she gave, Bucky’s anger level grew.

“Don’t you dare say that.” He spat, knocking his fists down and crumpling up the paper. “This is the fucking decorator’s number. Don’t you dare say that I would bring a fucking girl in here. And don’t you ever even think I would call someone else that. This house is yours, this is your place. It hurts me that you would think I would bring someone in here.”

“I-I’m sorry. I just- it was a stupid joke.” She stuttered and he nodded, running his hand across his face, calming himself down.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too. I overreacted. It’s just, I’ve been working on this place nonstop. Day in and day out, trying to get it ready for you. For whenever you came back. And now you’re here and I can’t believe that I’m actually seeing you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to be here.” Bucky said, taking out a large stack of papers from another drawer in the kitchen counter. “And now that I’m here and you’re here, after all these years and after all the time this place has taken to become perfect. I can finally give you this.”

She opened the manilla folder and read the first sentence over and over again. “Bucky these are the house’s title papers and deed.”

“I know.” He noted. “And now it’s yours.”

(Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t understand.”

“I think I’ve left it pretty easy for you doll, just sign on the last page and you’ll be the proud owner of a brownstone.” He smiled, taking a pen out of his suit pocket, and sliding it over to her.

“No, no I don’t understand why you’re doing this? Bucky we haven’t even texted each other in eight years and you’re giving me a ten-million-dollar house?”

Bucky looked around and simply replied. “It’s closer to twenty million. You know with the kitchen and the décor and everything.”

“James I’ve talked more with the barista from Starbucks and he doesn’t even give me a discount when I ask for oat milk!” She ranted, her head spinning.

“Well it’s time to go to another Starbucks, I think.” She came closer to him and put both of her hands on his face, making him look directly to her. His blue eyes sparkling under the chandelier, specks of silver shining through.

“Bucky, I need the truth. Why are you giving me your childhood home, this house has been in your family for generations. I don’t understand why you are doing this.” She said, her voice cracking at the end. She knew what she had to ask him but saying the words would break her heart. “I need to know you’re not doing this because you think I’ll come back if you do, I need to know why. I deserve to know why.”

He put one hand on her neck and slowly brought her closer to him. Her heart racing with only the thought of him pressing his lips to her. But he pushed his lips against her forehead.

“This house, it represents a lot to me. Yes, it’s my childhood home and I have a lot of great memories. But this is also where I grew up, I mean this is where I learned what life was really about. When my dad lost the house to the bank, he swore he would get revenge. I remember my mom sobbing on those front steps as she saw the people getting rid of all her furniture and her belongings. When I was on the street, and everyone at school stopped talking to me, you were the only one there. You were the only one who would still invite me over for dinner. You never cared if I had money or not. You never cared if I could take you out to the most expensive places. You only cared about me. So, when my folks died and I took over the company, I decided I was going to get this place back to what it was. Every single creak and dent this place had, I wanted. Every mirror or couch or spoon, I recreated. Because I know how much you loved this place. Because sometimes the only thing getting me though the past eight years was remembering everything we did here. The blanket you used the first time you stayed over is here, the faucet I broke when we came back from the bar is here, the bed we made love on the first time is here,” He cleared his throat. “Even the pillow you cried on when you told me you were leaving, that’s here. Maybe this house has been in the Barnes family for centuries; but to me this house is yours.”

Bucky took a step back to grab the pen and put it in her hand. “And if one day this house belongs to another Barnes, it will only be because that boy or girl will be my child with you. Because if I’m not forming a family with you, I don’t want a family.”

(Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes stinging a little. “So, you’re not doing this because you want me to come back?”

Bucky laughed a little. “I would be lying if I were to say I don’t pray every night to whoever is in charge of this universe, for them to bring you back with me. But, if you don’t want to be with me, I have to respect your decision. And if that is your final answer, then so be it. But I can’t let you go without you having a piece of me, of my history. Because I know I will always carry a piece of you with me. In here,” He said grabbing her hand and placing it on his temple. “And in here.” He lowered her hand and rested it on the left side of his chest. She could feel his steady beat underneath her hand.

(Y/n) puts her head on his chest and lets out a sigh. “I could never forget you. Not one day passed that I didn’t think of you.”

“I’m kind of a hard one to forget.” He says, his laughter booming inside of him making her smile.

“You were never into subtle gestures.” She said and he nodded.

“I want you to have this, please accept.” He whispered into her ear, his voice intoxicating. Nothing was left but for her to sign the papers. And she did.

Bucky grabbed the champagne from the otherwise empty refrigerator and opened it with a loud pop. Pouring it into two champagne flutes. After they clinked the glasses together, silence fell upon the couple.

“Do you ever think,” (y/n) paused. “Do you ever think it was a mistake for us to break up?”

Bucky looked down at his glass. “I’m not the kind of person that regrets their actions, you know that about me (Y/n). If we hadn’t broken up, I wouldn’t be here and you wouldn’t be there. I think everything happens for a reason.”

The once quiet room was now booming with laughter. Bucky’s frown turned into a confused smile, making (y/n) embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for laughing. It’s just- I can’t believe you just said that. You know that’s utter bullshit.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I forgot you always call my bluff.”

“James, you know I’m happy. I love living in Malibu and working on my passion. But sometimes I can’t help thinking, maybe we were just two kids afraid of the future. Maybe we were just in over our heads. We didn’t know how to process what was happening.”

“I never wanted to stop you from doing what you wanted, and I knew I could never leave here. Not when my dad had just passed.”

“And I never wanted you to stop you from living your dream.”

“That’s why I never called.” They both said at the same time. (Y/n) shook her head laughing, taking her hand in his.

“Maybe we just loved each other too much for either of us to be selfish.” She told him.

“And maybe one of us should have been selfish.” He whispered looking down at her, their lips only a few inches away from each other.

“Maybe I should have stayed.” She replied, coming closer to him.

“Maybe I should have followed you.” He added, his breath hitching at his throat.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” She asked, looking down at his lips.

“Because I’m scared. If I kiss you, I don’t think I could go another eight years without doing it again.” He confessed.

“Who says it has to be eight years?” With that, Bucky crashed his lips against hers. It felt like the first time, a mixture of anger and love combined in one simple action. He felt like a little kid again, kissing her in his childhood kitchen. So many things had happened between the two, but everything seemed to disappear once they shared a kiss. They separated, she rested her head against his.

“What are we going to do now?” She asked him but he just raised his shoulders.

“I don’t know, I just want you. I want to be with you. Please don’t ever leave again.” He murmured.

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I-16: Why had no-one ever mentioned Mum's twin?

“You never told me Mum had a twin? Why has no one ever mentioned Mum’s twin?” Albus asked, as he went through the day’s mail. “Mum’s twin? Your mum doesn’t have a twin? What are you talking about, Albus?” Harry spluttered. “Here, take a look. There’s a letter from some Jennifer Weasley?” Albus said. “What?!” Harry exclaimed, taking the letter his son held. He opened the envelope and read it. Albus watched in suppressed glee as his father’s eyes widened with every word he read.

Dear Ginny,

I know you’re probably wondering why I’m writing this letter to you. And yes, it’s true, I am your twin. The reason why I haven’t contacted you for years is because I honestly had no idea that I am a witch, let alone the fact that I have a twin! I found out through my boyfriend, who’s a wizard, a few months ago, and went to Gringotts to do an inheritance check.

I was taken from the family at birth and was adopted and raised by Muggles. As a kid, I would constantly be doing magic, which what my boyfriend tells me is accidental magic, but neither me nor my adopted family had any idea what it was. When my adopted sister got into a tragic accident, I got so upset, as I’m very close to her.

My boyfriend, whose name is Alex, found all the glasses in my house shattered and broken when he came over to comfort me when he found out about my sister. He realized that I’m a witch when I told him that I had no idea how they broke, so we went to Gringotts to check. He was right, and I also found out my real family, and that you’re my twin. So here we are.

I would really like to meet with you and get to know you and your family better, if you don’t mind. Please write back, and tell me a convenient time to meet.

Yours truly, Jennifer Weasley

Harry was shocked. Ginny had a twin? He needed to tell her. “Ginny! I need to talk to you! Could you come into the living room please?” He called. “Sure, honey!” She came into the living room. Harry, who had been sitting on the couch, pat the seat next to him, telling her to sit down.

She sat down next to Harry and he silently handed her the slightly folded letter. She took it. “What? What’s wrong, Harry? You look like you saw a ghost?” She asked. “Just read the letter.” He replied. She read it, her eyes widening. “What? Really? Is this true?” She was bewildered.

Just then, they heard a snort. They looked up to see their youngest son cracking up like someone had just told the funniest joke ever. “Why are you laughing, Albus?” Harry asked, annoyed. “It’s a prank!” Albus laughed so much; tears were running out his eyes.

“What?” Ginny asked. “Me and James pranked you! We pranked you so good!” He wheezed. “James wrote the letter, and we agreed that I would give you it! He knows I’m the better actor, so I gave it to you!” He added.

“Oh, you little-” Ginny growled playfully. She burst out laughing. Harry chuckled next to her. She complimented the prank after she stopped laughing. “It was a good prank. Uncle George would be proud.” Albus nodded and went up to his room. Ginny sighed and laid her head on Harry’s shoulder.

“While it was a good prank, they went a bit too far. I was really worried for a second there. We should talk to them about the difference between harmless pranks and pranks that are hurtful.” She said. Harry nodded. “I agree. For now, they’re just kids and they don’t understand the difference. As their parents, it’s our job to tell them. We’ll have a talk with them after dinner.” He said.

“I love you, you know?” She said. “I know. I love you too.”

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Remus is the uptight, swotty Prefect who's always getting the popular and beloved troublemakers Black and Potter in detention. Remus doesn't care what people say of him, and he absolutely doesn't care about Black's blinding smile.

A Book By Its Cover

Remus pulls his jumper closer around himself against the draught in the large, empty halls. The corridor is dimly lit and he hears nothing but the sound of his own footsteps. Everything is quiet. Too quite.

A loud clang suddenly sounds from behind one of the tapestries. Remus almost smiles to himself. Bingo. In a swift motion, he pulls away the tapestry.

Startled, Black whirls around. He’s surrounded by what appear to be paint cans and rope. His shock only last a moment, though.

“Lupin!” He exclaims, a beaming smile appearing on his face. “What a pleasant surprise!”

Remus crosses his arms over his chest. He makes an effort to keep a firm expression on his face, to show he’s not affected by Black’s notorious, blinding smile, like everyone else is. “Only pleasant if you like detention. And as for a surprise, I am a Prefect. I am supposed to be here making my rounds. So what are you doing here?”

“Preparing a prank,” Black says simply.

Remus doesn’t know whether he should be insulted Black doesn’t seem to take his authority very seriously, or glad that he doesn’t insult his intelligence by coming up with an excuse.

“Right,” Remus says, before taking out his notebook and pen. “Out of bed after curfew and engaging in illegal activity,” he scribbles down. “And where’s Potter?”

“Aw, am I not enough for you, Lupin?” Black pouts.

“I figured you could use some company in detention,” Remus replies smoothly.

Black clicks his tongue. “So thoughtful.”

“If you’re here setting up some prank, then it’s a given Potter is setting up that prank somewhere else in the school as well. So, where is he?”

Black shakes his head. “For you’re own good, Lupin, you don’t wanna put James in detention right now. People won’t be too pleased with you if the school’s football star misses the upcoming match against Slytherin thanks to you.”

“So thoughtful,” Remus repeats Black’s words, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But please, don’t concern yourself over me. I’ve never cared what others think of me, and I don’t plan on starting now. And you basically just admitted Potter is currently doing something that would warrant me giving him detention, so you might as well tell me where he is.”

Black sighs. “This is why people call you uptight.”

Remus’ expression hardens. “If people care so much, they should be mad at Potter for risking the football match in the first place by playing some stupid prank.”

Black gasps dramatically and clutches his chest. “Stupid? Our pranks are not stupid! They’re works of art! Jumping out of a cake on miss McGonagall’s birthday? Hilarious! Making a zip line to go from one floor to the other? Brilliant! Filling the gym with stray cats, many of whom were eventually adopted? Genius! People love our pranks. They make people laugh and bring some excitement in their lives. Much needed excitement, because let’s face it, school is boring. Sitting there, listening to old people tell you things you already know.”

“For you maybe,” Remus mutters.

Black scoffs. “Don’t pretend you’re not one of the smartest people in our class, Lupin.”

Remus just glares harder at Black, to show that no, he doesn’t care that Sirius Black, whom people are always falling over themselves for to get even a bit of his attention, has apparently noticed Remus’ academic achievements. No, he doesn’t care at all.

“Even the teachers love our pranks,” Black continues. “They put some life into this place!”

“We’ll see what miss McGonagall has to say about it when I report you tomorrow,” Remus says calmly. “I’ll go finish my rounds, and when I get back, you better have cleaned up this mess.”

As he turns around to leave, Black suddenly grabs his wrist. “Join us!”

“Wha...” Remus turns back, and his traitorous stomach flutters at how close Black is suddenly standing.

“Join us for one prank,” Black says.

Remus blinks at him. “Why in earth would I do that?”

“Because it’s fun! And honestly, Lupin, to me you always look like you can use a bit of fun.”

That catches Remus off guard. It’s true. Between struggling to get top marks, doing everything he can for extra credit, making sure he has a spotless record, excelling at his Prefect duties, and worrying about his sick mother, lately he often feels like just throwing his hands in the air and say ‘screw it all!’, and just do something crazy, something dumb or irresponsible. But he definitely never wanted for Black to notice that.

“Come on, Lupin,” Black says, as Remus stays silent. “Be part of the fun for once, instead of putting a damper on it.”

“Your childish pranks aren’t my idea of fun,” Remus bites back, feeling himself getting defensive.

Black just grins. “You won’t know that unless you join us for just one prank!”

“Why would you even want me to join you?” Many people would be lining up to be a part of one of Black and Potter’s infamous pranks. It’s beyond Remus why Black would ask that one stuffy guy who puts them in detention almost every week.

“Because I like you,” Black shrugs. “I like how hard you work for everything and how you don’t care what anyone thinks of you. And I think you secretly have a talent for it,” he adds with a wink, that absolutely does not make Remus’ knees go weak. “I bet you have a wicked side to you underneath all that swotty stuff.”

“But I’m a Prefect!” Remus argues. “I’m supposed to discipline rule-breakers, not break them myself!”

Black rolls his eyes. “You shouldn’t take that job so serious.”

This rubs Remus the wrong way. “Not everyone can afford to treat everything in life as a joke,” he says coolly.

Black folds his arms over his chest and stares. “A fancy title and a badge and suddenly you’re better than us?”

“It’s nothing like that!”

Black huffs. “Then why is that bogus job so important to you?”

“Because some of us can’t afford to have even one note on their record if they ever want to get anywhere in life!” Remus snaps. “Because some of us need perfect scores and every bit of extra credit they can get if they want universities not to immediately bin their applications! Because some of us don’t have a last name they can flaunt, a daddy who can make a phone call, a mommy who can throw some money around, and suddenly you’re top of the list! Because some of us can’t just look at their rich parents and rely on them to always give them everything they want!”

The change in Black is instant. He takes a step back, and instead of his usual easy smile and bright eyes sparkling with mischief, his face becomes an ice-cold mask. “Fuck you, Lupin,” he hisses. “You don’t know a thing about me.”

He pushes past Remus as he storms off, leaving him behind feeling very confused. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Yes, the system is unfair and Black is privileged, but Remus supposes that isn’t really Black’s fault. He knows Black isn’t actually a bad person. His heart is in the right place, and he’s usually kind, only ever mean to people who, quite frankly, deserve it.

Remus just wishes Black would stop with those bloody pranks.

Remus just wishes Black would continue with those bloody pranks.

Or do anything really that makes him seem more like his old self. Remus never thought he’d miss that loud, barking laugh, that infuriating smirk, those lame puns so much.

Ever since everyone returned from Christmas break, Black has completely withdrawn. He hardly talks to anyone, he just sits silently, his eyes staring off in the distance and his expression blank. Potter is always by his side, softly talking to him or just throwing him worried glances.

Since then, it has been the talk of the school, and even in the papers and on the news: Sirius Black has been removed from his parents’ custody. It was a messy affair, the police has even been involved. Black’s father was arrested on grounds of child abuse. Apparently, Orion Black, the noble and well-respected patriarch of the prestigious Black family, has a habit of beating his son. It must’ve been going on for a while, but over the break it escalated. People just can’t get over how Sirius Black’s life wasn’t as perfect as it always seemed to be.

Remus feels bad for Black, and especially feels like an idiot, having said the things he said. He knows he owes Black an apology. It has been a couple of weeks since the break ended, and the apology is beginning to be long overdue. Though he also knows that Black has probably not been waiting for an apology from the uptight twat that always gets him detention.

Maybe it’s more to ease his own consciousness that he hesitantly approaches the table where Black is sitting. Potter glares at him the moment he sees him, and half gets out of his seat, probably to tell him to piss off, and rightfully so. However, after a quick glance at Black’s face, who’s looking up at Remus, he sits back down, as if he sees something on his friend’s face that makes him chance his mind.

“Bla- Sirius,” Remus says, realising a tad late that Sirius might nor want to be reminded of his family name right now. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. “I said some shitty things to you, and I shouldn’t have. You were right, I didn’t know anything about you.”

“It’s okay,” Sirius says softly. “You had good reason to be angry, it’s a rather fucked up system. And you didn’t know. Didn’t know that I would’ve gladly given up all that privilege to just have parents who... who love me...”

Sirius’ voice falters and he trails off. Potter is staring at him wide-eyed, and also Remus is surprised. He knows Sirius hasn’t talked about it to anyone, and he feels almost guilty he’s saying it to him of all people. He’s also surprised at the overwhelming urge he has to pull Sirius into a hug, hold him and tell him they never deserved him anyway. He has to leave before he does anything stupid.

“I should go,” Remus says quickly. “If there’s ever anything I can do...”

As he turns around to leave, Black suddenly grabs his wrist. “Join us!”

Remus turns back to look at him.

“Join us for one prank.”

“Why would you want me to join you?” Remus asks, much like the first time.

“Because I like you,” Sirius replies, much like the first time, only where he had then sounded nonchalant and slightly amused, he now sounds pleading and vulnerable.

“Yeah,” Remus says hoarsely, because his Prefect duties suddenly don’t seem so important compared to helping Sirius come back to his old self. “Yeah, I’ll join you for one prank.”

And then the most amazing thing happens: for the first time in weeks, Sirius Black smiles. It’s only a small smile, but the room already seems a bit brighter. In a moment of vivid clarity, Remus knows that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make that boy smile.