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plant-flwrs · 4 years ago

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Hiii, i love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a remus lupin imagine. Were its mutual pinnin but they dont know the other like them. And sirus gets tired of it and takes pollyjuice to look like remus and get you to confess🥺

under the mistletoe // remus lupin

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a/n: oh my god i’ve been non-stop reading atyd and it is my new obsession. it’s completely canon to me now. ty for ur request! i used they/them pronouns because you didn’t specify, so i hope that’s alright <3 oh! also! im gonna try this new thing w my fics to see if they flow better that way; instead of just jumping in time i’ll put a little indicator (-). wanted to try it out, dunno if i’ll keep using it. i’m so excited for christmas and this put me in an even more christmasy mood omg

summary: Staying at Hogwarts for the holidays seemed like the best way to avoid distractions, but with the Marauders there, distractions were guaranteed. Especially when your crush on Remus proves to be incredibly distracting.

cw: underage drinking (hangover vomiting), swearing (harmless, classic Sirius things)

(8k) (haven’t written this much in so long wow i forgot i could)

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The Gryffindor common room was your most favorite place in Hogwarts. It was warm and comforting, and you had some of your best memories there. With just a glance around the room you could feel your entire school career in just one room.

Though, now that you were in your sixth year, it wasn’t the leisurely place it used to be.

All around you, books touched any bare surface there was. N.E.W.T.’s were sooner than you’d like, sooner than anyone liked, and you were filled with anxiety. You knew your strenuous studying was a bit soon, but you felt like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You felt so stressed, in fact, that not even Lily Evans could convince you to go home for the holidays that Christmas.

“Exams are months away, Y/n!” she sighed as you fell down onto the couch beside her, narrowly returning before curfew from the library, “You ought to enjoy Christmas.”

“I will enjoy it. Here,” you said, rolling your head back and closing your eyes.

You felt sore, as if you had run a marathon, but you had been locked away in the library all day.

Part of you, the smallest part, blamed Remus Lupin for this newfound obsession. Your fellow Gryffindor, the most studious boy in your year, was the initial reason for your new studying habits. You had started going to the library in an attempt to steal glances at him, an innocent crush that you most definitely let overcome you.

Remus had always gone to the library, you knew that, but ever since your O.W.L.’s he seemed to take extra pride in his work. You couldn’t blame him for secluding himself in the library, for that was the only place on campus that it seemed his rowdy friends did not go.

“You can’t enjoy Christmas alone,” Lily tutted, pulling the massive textbook off your lap and putting it on the table in front of you.

“You’re staying for the holidays, too?”

Sirius had just bounded down the stairs from the boys dormitories, his usual mischievous smirk on his face.

“Yes, they are,” Lily answered for you, turning to look at Sirius as he hovered behind you near the stairs.

“Well, that’s lucky,” he said, acting as if he had a secret he took pride in no one else knowing.

“Why is that, Sirius?” Lily sighed, becoming annoyed.

“Remus, James, Peter, and I are staying, too,” he said, smirk turning into a boyish smile.

“You are?” you opened your eyes and turned to face him, finally.

He met your gaze and nodded excitedly, seeming to already have the Christmas spirit in him.

“So you won’t be alone!” Lily said excitedly, then turned towards Sirius with a more dull tone, “Not the best company, but at least not alone.”

Sirius scoffed in mock offence, scrunching his face up with imaginary tears as he stomped back up the stairs.

“God, that lot is so bizarre,” she groaned, turning back to you on the couch to see you dozing off.

(-)

Snow fell on the grounds of Hogwarts, and you gazed at it from a fogged up window in the library.

Lily had gone, Mary had gone, Marlene had gone, just about everyone had gone. You had never stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays before, and you knew not many people did, but you expected more than there were.

No Slytherins had stayed, which was a welcomed absence from those who did. You knew the two Hufflepuffs that remained, but only because you had classes with them in your fourth year. The Ravenclaws that stayed, there couldn’t have been more than five of them, were often holed up the in the library with you. There were the most Gryffindors, five, including you and the marauders.

You were almost surprised that James had gone through with staying; Remus had mentioned wonderful things about the Potters and the Christmases they hosted. Still, he was here, cheerful as ever.

As your eyes blurred with tiredness and the window became nearly too fogged to see through, you sighed in frustration.

You missed your family, you missed home, and you really regretted staying at school. You decided to give yourself the day off from studying. With a glance down at your watch, you saw it was nearly lunch time anyways. You had slept in and missed breakfast, coming straight to the library, and your stomach felt empty.

You made your way to the common room, wanting to drop off the heavy books you had accumulated. Mumbling the password to the portrait, you stumbled through without noticing the rowdy conversation coming towards you.

You ran right into James’ chest, stumbling back and already mumbling an apology.

“Y/n?” he asked happily, as if he had been looking for you.

“Hey, guys,” you sighed, forcing a polite smile when all you really wanted to do was collapse on the couch and sleep for days.

“Sirius told us you were staying, but I’d thought you’d changed your mind. Haven’t seen you since the holiday started!” James’s booming and joyful voice made you want to cringe away, but you couldn’t manage anything less than a small smile at his kindness.

“I’ve been in the library,” you explained, chuckling at the horrified look on three of the four faces.

“You’re worse than I’d thought,” Sirius started, cut off by a sharp elbow to the ribcage by Remus, which only seemed to encourage him.

“We can’t have that,” James finished for him, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Oi,” Remus started, casting a sympathetic smile at you as he tried to stop his friends from potentially insulting you.

“Why don’t you come have lunch with us?” Peter squeaked from behind James as he glanced at the two dark-headed boys for some sort of approval, “We were just on our way down.”

“What a great idea, Wormtail!” Sirius boomed, earning himself another elbow to the side from Remus.

You glanced nervously at the boys in front of you, trying to discern if they were setting you up for a joke or teasing you.

“You don’t have to-” Remus blurted out, his cheeks pink, “-I mean, if you’re busy with your studies. I know how hard your working-”

“Nonsense, Moony!” James smiled, levitating your bag off your shoulder and easily landing it on the floor somewhere behind him, “they have to eat!”

You chuckled, ducking your head down as James slung his arm around your shoulder and escorted you back through the portrait hole.

You felt lighter immediately. Whether it was the absence of your heavy bag, or the way the boys’ easy conversation and laughter felt so inviting and warm, you did not know.

The self-pity you had been feeling only a moment ago seemed to go, too. James kept his brotherly arm around your shoulder all the way to the Great Hall, where he split his path and sat across from you. Sirius followed you down the isle, continuing his teasing conversation with Peter. James sat between Remus and Peter, his smile never faltering. He acted as if eating lunch with his mates and their tag-along was the best thing he had ever done.

Remus was quiet, almost shy, but you knew that. You had known him your entire time at Hogwarts, and the crush you had on him seemed to last that whole time. You had seen him come out of his shell as the years went on, but he didn’t seem nearly as comfortable as when he was with his friends.

You stifled your laughter with the back of your hand, blushing slightly at Sirius’s rude joke as he bumped his shoulder into yours. You looked down at your plate, pushing around the mashed potatoes that had grown cold.

“Sirius!” Peter yelped, his eyes wide in shock as he nervously glanced to you.

Sirius had made a crude joke, you knew that, but you hadn’t heard it. You and Remus had been meeting in short bursts of eye contact and the small action alone was making your spine shiver.

You looked up from your potatoes, seeing the boys fading with laughter and delve back into their food. That was something you never understood about boys; they sat down, ate and ate until they were done, and then got to talking. You, Lily, Marlene, and Mary could talk for hours while you ate, but the boys seemed unable to do more than one thing at once.

The thought brought a fond smile to your face, and you felt something bump against your shin. Looking up from your plate, you met Remus’s eyes again.

“What’s got you smiling?” he asked, his voice kind with a teasing nature behind it.

James looked up from his plate in the middle of shoving what had to be an entire chicken breast in his mouth, and began cooing at you as your cheeks flushed.

“’M just happy you lot stayed,” you blushed, refusing to meet Remus’s eyes, “would have been dreadful without your company.”

Sirius, without missing a beat, threw his arm around your shoulders and drew you into his chest. His large hand went to your head, ruffling up your hair. You cringed away, giggling and attempting to lay your hair smooth.

Everyone’s cheers in agreeance died down, and James roped Sirius into a heated discussion about Quidditch as Peter hung onto his every word.

“‘M happy you stayed, too,” Remus mumbled from across the table, his head ducked down as a blush was creeping up the back of his neck.

You fought the urge to break the eye contact, giving him a smile so wide that your cheeks burned.

You all returned to the common room with full stomachs and wide smiles, courtesy of James, who had just announced his newest plan at getting Lily’s attention. You just finished listing off all the reasons she would hate it, and he clambered through the portrait hole with a dazed smile that a lovesick puppy would have.

You trailed behind the boys, watching them all fall onto comfortable couches and armchairs. You looked at your limp backpack indignantly, choosing instead to follow them.

You curled up in an armchair that was across a large couch occupied by James and Sirius and to the left of another armchair occupied by Peter. Peter leaned forwards to rest his elbows on his knees, setting up a new chess game for him and Remus to play. Remus sat on the ground, eyelevel with the board. He noticed you looking at him and gave you a kind smile that made you look away, blushing.

The night was spent in leisure. You had barely wanted to get up for dinner, even Sirius suggested making Peter go down to the kitchens so they wouldn’t all have to go to the hall. In the end, you all went, having just as much of a good time as you did at lunch.

You wished them a goodnight after you fell asleep watching Sirius and Remus levitating the most valuable things they could find in the room, sending Peter into anxious fits every time they pretended to loose their balance. You groggily walked up the stairs to the dormitories, leaving your homework downstairs with a satisfied sigh.

For a few moments before you fell asleep again, Remus’s brilliant and bright smile was burned behind your eyes.

(-)

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sirius groaned, throwing himself dramatically onto the couch with a huff.

“Shud up,” Remus groaned, falling into the armchair you had been sitting in. He could smell you on the chair, your scent floating into his nose like it was intoxicating.

“Really botched that one, mate,” James said with a chuckle, picking up a few of his Quidditch magazines off of the floor and putting them back on the coffee table, where Peter had accidentally knocked them off.

“Romance is confusing! How was I supposed to know?!” Remus groaned, lifting his head from his hands with a desperate look.

James gave him a knowing smirk, and Sirius groaned again.

“It was obvious! You always offer to walk a romantic interest home,” Sirius said, twirling his wand in his hand.

“They were just going upstairs,” Peter mumbled, seeming to agree with Remus.

“It’s alright, Moony,” James said, standing from the couch with a look of determination, “you’ve got all week to seduce them.”

“Shud up,” Remus groaned, repeating his request from earlier.

His eyes fell to the stairs you had climbed moments ago, remembering the peaceful look on your face as you slept, the adorable stretch you did once you woke up, the tired way you climbed the stairs, and that beautiful smile you gave them when you said goodnight.

Remus decided to stay in the common room for a bit longer once his friends had went upstairs, trying to force every second from the time you spent together that day into his memory permanently.

(-)

You woke up feeling more rested than you had in weeks. The sun was barely in the sky when you opened the curtains, your unusually empty room flooded with orange light. You dressed quickly, donning muggle clothes that you found incredibly comfortable.

You went down to the common room, seeing that the mess the boys had made last night was either cleaned by them or house elves. There was no sign of life in the Gryffindor tower, besides yourself, so you assumed the four were still soundly asleep upstairs.

You found your backpack, overflowing with loose papers, and shrugged it onto your shoulders. You had decided to get some work done today, seeing as your day off the day before was not scheduled.

You ate a quick breakfast in the empty hall, finding it odd and strangely discomforting to be in such a large room by yourself. It felt as if you were out past curfew.

The library was the same case. Madam Pince was not even at her desk yet, and you settled into a table by the window. You opened it a sliver, enjoying the cold winter air that seeped into the room. The sunlight warmed you, and the wind was gentle enough to not rustle your papers.

You dove into your work, feeling considerably better than yesterday, or the past month. Your muscles were loose, and the pressure you had been putting on yourself was no longer there. One night of fun proved to be harmless, and so did the marauders.

You smiled at the thought of it, at the thought of your little day with Remus. He had been so kind to you, so funny and charming. You had never liked someone as much as you liked Remus.

You found your gaze drifting out the window, looking past the castle and Hagrid’s hut and out into the Forbidden Forest. You couldn’t think of anything but the curly headed, dirty blonde boy. The way his eyes nervously darted to yours, his sheepish smile. The way he could easily make James, Sirius, and Peter fall into doubled-over laughter, almost as if good-naturedness came to him as easily as walking did.

The sun rose in the sky, and it was almost time for lunch. Even with your mind distracted, you had gotten done more work than you had expected. You decided that if the boys asked you to have lunch with them again, you wouldn’t decline.

It was as if your thoughts were read, because just as you were organizing your papers to put them away, Remus walked into the library. You fumbled a bit, realizing you smudged some fresh ink on your newly written Potions notes. You didn’t care, though, smiling widely and waving Remus over.

“Alright?” he asked groggily, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up.

“Yeah, you?” you couldn’t help but stare at him. His voice was deep and thick with sleep, and he pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his slender hands. He had a muggle novel tucked under his arm, and he put it on the table as he sat down across from you.

“Eh,” he started, looking at you with slight amusement, “James woke up at the crack of dawn to go to the pitch, and he woke up Sirius when he did. Sirius is a git if he gets woken up before noon.”

“That’s not a surprising piece of information,” you chuckled, setting down your papers and getting comfortable in your seat again.

“Yeah, best to stay out of the dorm when Sirius is in a mood. Peter went to ask for some extension on a paper he forgot to do,” Remus smiled fondly at his friends flaws, opening his book and propping it on his knee, “so I figured I’d come find you.”

“You found me,” you opened your ink bottle and dipped your quill into it, going over your Potions notes and fixing the smudged ink.

You were a bit disappointed by Remus’s reasons for coming to see you. Part of you had hoped he missed you, or enjoyed your presence. But the truth was that you were his only other option for company. Your chest deflated slightly as you stole a glance at him only to find him deeply invested in his book. Many conversation starters bubbled in your throat but you couldn’t bring yourself to voice any of them.

It was about an hour of silence in the library before Remus suggested lunch. He helped you pack up your things, humming under his breath as he led the way out of the library.

Lunch was soup, which you didn’t mind too much. Sirius was already at the table with James when you arrived. Remus sat next to you, across from his friends.

Sirius had his head propped up in his hand, lazily bringing soup to his mouth before dropping the spoon into the bowl with a clatter as his eyes fluttered shut. James rolled his eyes, shoving the bowl of soup away from him and wiping up the splattered mess from the table.

James eagerly dove into a cheery conversation about his solo Quidditch practice, and Remus reluctantly listened. You felt as exhausted as Sirius looked, even though you had a wonderful nights sleep. You hadn’t felt so tired until your upsetting thoughts about Remus, but now you could barely keep your eyes open. You hadn’t been sitting for more than ten minutes, your soup was barely eaten, but you just wanted to curl up in your dorm.

Peter came into the hall, filing down the row where you had Remus were sitting. He was getting close, and you stood.

“Here, Peter, have my seat,” you said, slowly standing as James’ face contorted with confusion. You could see him working out pleas for you to stay, and your heart warmed a bit.

“I’m gonna have a lay down,” you excused, not waiting for Sirius’s head to lift from his hand or for James to suggest all of you walking back together.

As you walked away, you heard Peter begin to chat about his essay extension.

(-)

Remus knew he had done something wrong. He knew it.

You had seemed happy to see him, you smiled at him, you were friendly, but at some point he said something to make you close off. He was looking forward to spending the morning in the library with you. He had made up the excuse of getting out of the dorm, knowing that with Pete and James gone and Sirius out cold, it would be fairly peaceful. Remus, however, wanted to see you.

You looked heavenly dressed in casual muggle clothes with the morning sun lighting your face. He was happy to sit with you, but you didn’t seem happy to sit with him.

He wondered if you were bothered by him and his friends. If yesterday hadn’t been as fun as he thought it was, and if you just wanted to be left alone. He felt a surge of annoyance with James for being so forward, but quickly drowned that out. It wasn’t James’s fault.

Remus stared into his bowl of soup, not listening to Pete as he complained about the essay he had to write.

James indulged Pete, listening to his complaints with sympathy as he dipped his bread into his soup. Sirius, however, could not be bothered.

He had come to attention when you left the table, watching your hunched shoulders and nervous hands pushing your hair off your face. He had even caught your sad glance over you shoulder at Remus before you finally turned to go upstairs. Sirius was thinking, he was thinking hard. He could read you and Remus like an open book. He had known you liked Remus since you started showing up to the library whenever Remus did, no matter how subtle you thought you were being.

Sirius looked at his friend, confusion knitted in his eyebrows as he hunched over his food. He gasped silently, catching James’s attention, as his eyes lit up with an idea.

(-)

For the next couple of days, it was not hard to avoid your fellow housemates. James and Sirius seemed to be sneaking off as often as they could, clutching their cloaks close to them as if they had something underneath them.

You avoided Remus, who presumably only had Pete to keep him company now, by staying in your dorm. The library wasn’t the only place you could study, and you spread your books all across Lily’s bed. You had begun to enjoy studying in your dorm, it was private and quiet, with no Madam Pince staring you down from her desk.

It wasn’t that you disliked the marauders’ company, because you didn’t. You really liked hanging out with the boys. You had just wanted to prevent any more heartache when hanging out with Remus. You had obsessed over your last interaction in the library, convincing yourself it would be best to stay away from the boy as to not attach yourself any further.

It was nearing the weekend, Christmas on the upcoming Saturday. You didn’t want to be in solitude on Christmas, but your pride prevented you from asking to hang out with the boys. You didn’t know what Sirius and James were up to, and you didn’t want to know. You didn’t feel like hanging out with Peter, because being in his presence alone made you just as anxious as he was. And Remus, Remus was an entirely different story. Just seeing Remus made your heart race unnervingly.

On Thursday night, you crept down the dormitory stairs and into the common room. You stopped and waited to hear for Peter and Remus, but it seemed they were still in their room. You were going down for an early dinner, hoping to eat quickly before everyone else came down.

You seemed to be successful, your plate was nearly cleared and there was no sign of anyone else. You were serving yourself pudding, your favorite pudding, when someone sat across from you.

You looked up. Your throat closed involuntarily, and your spoon froze on it’s way to your mouth. You straightened your back, eyes widening at the sight of him, and wiped your mouth nervously with your napkin.

“Hey, Remus,” you said, smiling politely at him as he began to dish himself food, “where are the rest of the boys?”

“Just me,” he said, his voice sounding a little higher than usual.

“Are you alright?” you watched him carefully as you noticed his posture was straighter than usual.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, looking at you now.

You looked at him, squinting your eyes. He seemed off, but you figured he could be nervous without his friends around.

“Okay,” you trailed off, returning to your pudding.

“Haven’t seen you much, recently,” he said confidently, the usual softness in his voice absent.

“I’ve just been up in my dorm,” you said, still gazing at him cautiously.

“Don’t want to spend time with Sirius, James, and I?”

You bit your lip, looking at him with a serious expression. Remus never excluded Peter when he was talking about his friends, but Sirius often did. You noted it, unsure what that could mean. Had Remus asked Sirius on advice at how to talk to you? The thought made you suppress nervous giggles.

“No, it’s not that,” you felt your cheeks warm under his blatant stare, “you know how crazy I am about the N.E.W.T.’s.”

Remus chuckled under his breath, slowly eating his pudding. This was also weird, because Remus usually devoured any food in front of him as if he was a starving animal.

“Remus, are you sure your alright?” you squinted at him, dropping your spoon and propping your chin up with your hand.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he said nonchalantly, squinting back at you.

He had remarkably less patience and ease than usual.

“Okay, well, I’m done eating. I think I’ll go back to the tower now,” you stood slowly, watching his face contort with urgency.

“Wait!” he called, standing too, “wait, come sit for a second.”

You joined him again, clearly suspicious. You wondered if he was distracting you while the boys set up a prank.

“I need to ask you something,” he whispered seriously, leaning closer to you over the table.

“What?”

“Do you fancy me?” he smirked at you, mischief in his eyes.

At first you wanted to shrink away, blush madly and sputter out lies to conceal your true feelings. But you didn’t. You kept his stare, a blank face looking into his daring one. You decided to make a guess.

“Sirius?” you said confidently, so it didn’t sound like a wild guess. You knew it was crazy. Surely, Sirius would never transfigure into his best friend to eat dinner alone with you and ask him about your feelings for him. Surely.

“How did you know!?” he asked, his voice now completely Sirius’s instead of his weird imitation of Remus’s voice.

“What!?” you questioned back, surprised that you were right, “It’s actually you, Sirius?”

Sirius’s face, well, still Remus’s face, dropped with disappointment, upset that he gave himself away.

“Yes,” he mumbled, moving his hand to tuck his hair behind his ear, only to remember Remus’s hair wasn’t that long.

“What are you playing at? How did you do this?” you motioned your hands at him, sounding more amazed than angry.

“Polyjuice Potion,” he said mischievously, his eyes meeting yours at the tone of your voice.

“That’s really advance stuff, Sirius,” you said, slightly impressed as you leaned back and crossed your arms.

“I had some help,” he said sneakily, and suddenly what he and James had been sneaking off for made sense.

“Are you two planning something? Testing out the costume on me?” you said excitedly, hoping the boys would let you in on whatever prank they had planned.

“Well, about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “you sort of were the plan.”

You looked at him, confused. It felt weird to be talking so casually with Remus, and you fought the urge to blush every time he looked at you, knowing it was actually Sirius.

“I know you fancy Remus,” Sirius said, sounding a bit guilty.

This time, you could not resist shrinking away and blushing. You looked down at your lap, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

“But,” Sirius started again, his voice oddly comforting and kind, “I know Remus likes you, too.”

Your eyes shot up to meet Sirius’s, your face becoming somehow even more flushed.

“You were trying to get me to admit it to you? That I like him?” you asked him, heart racing.

“I just wanted you to confirm it,” he said, sounding even more guilty, “I didn’t want to try and set you two up if you didn’t like him back-”

“Set us up?!” you interrupted, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” he said casually.

“How do you plan on doing that, then?” You tried to sound annoyed in an attempt to hide just how excited you were.

Sirius had waved over James immediately, who has hiding behind a pillar in the courtyard looking in on you and Sirius. The two began talking almost as animatedly as two schoolgirls stricken with an exciting prospect of romance.

You watched, lazily propping your chin on your hand as they rambled on about the ways they thought you should confront Remus.

James had been quite keen on them influencing Remus to confront you, and Sirius reckoned you ought to “grow a pair” and kiss him yourself. James was nearly affronted by the idea, insisting on a classic and romantic gesture from Remus’s behalf.

Either way, you couldn’t fight an embarrassed blush that seemed permanently glued onto your cheeks. You swallowed heavily at any mention of kissing, which was being discussed at length. You had half a mind to stop the hopeful ramblings, but James and Sirius were Remus’s best friends, they had to be somewhat right about his feelings for you.

The conversation got remarkably easier, too, once the potion had warn off and it was Sirius in front of you instead of a fake Remus.

You looked into the courtyard, enjoying the cold air lofting into the room through the open doors, when you noticed Remus and Peter entering the room. The cold air had been helping in cooling your cheeks, but at the sight of Remus’s wide and carefree smile, they warmed immediately.

“Shut up!” you mumbled harshly to the still ranting dark-haired boys in front of you, kicking them each in the shin for good measure.

They looked offended, but Sirius caught your eye and smirked once he realized why they were silenced.

“Have you guys eaten already?” Peter asked, sounding disappointed as he sat next to you and saw your empty bowl of pudding.

“Just had an early lunch,” James said merrily, moving to scoop himself another bowl of pudding after he had eaten an entire lunch while he and Sirius were talking, “but we’ll stay while you guys eat.”

You swallowed hard, looking at James with wide eyes as he quirked an eyebrow at you. You were planning on leaving the second Remus sat between James and Sirius, right across from you, but now you couldn’t be so obvious.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Y/n,” Peter mumbled from beside you, stuffing his face with a large heaping of peas.

You looked to Remus almost automatically, only to see him looking questioningly at you. You couldn’t resist the small smile that flirted on your lips as he averted your gaze quickly.

“I can’t get much work done with you lot around,” you teased, clearing the table in front of you and resting your elbows there, “I’ve been in my dorm, most days.”

“What about for Christmas?” Peter pried curiously, “Will you leave your dorm for Christmas?”

“Of course they will!” James boomed from across the table, causing a few tired looking Ravenclaws who were just coming in to glare at him apprehensively, “Starting Christmas Eve, they won’t be able to get rid of us.”

“Oh,” you looked to him, eyebrows raised in entertainment, “I won’t?”

Remus looked between you and James with an excited smile.

“Of course not,” Sirius said for James, picking a carrot off of Peter’s plate from across the table.

“For a limited time,” James said mysteriously, “you will have the honor of becoming a temporary Marauder.”

“They what?” Peter said from his goblet of pumpkin juice, causing some to splash back in his face.

“Peter!” Sirius groaned, annoyed with the boy, “Get in the holiday spirit!”

“Don’t worry Pete, just for a limited time. The holidays are a season of extending great charity to others,” James said, talking with humor in his tone.

“Charity?” you repeated, an amused smile on your face.

“We don’t let in just anyone,” Remus said, looking only at you.

When your eyes met his, you felt all the air leave your lungs. Your jaw clenched in an attempt to gather some sort of consciousness, but all you could do was look back at Remus.

“That’s true, ‘tis a great honor,” Sirius had raised his goblet in some sort of toast, and you had barely noticed until Remus was raising his glass.

You broke the contact, finally, and sputtered for a moment before you could find your goblet on the table. You rose it, hoping to lower it quickly as you noticed a slight tremble in your hand. Remus connected his goblet with yours gently, looking at you again while you were intent on avoiding his eyes. He had some sort of knowing smile on his face, and you felt very exposed to him. It felt like he was reaching in your chest and squeezing your heart for his own pleasure, and it scared you to know you could not tell him to stop.

(-)

Christmas Eve was very celebrated amongst the boys.

So celebrated, in fact, that Sirius insisted Christmas morning was a day for hangovers.

He had brought out the firewhisky fairly early into the afternoon. James had looked at him with nervousness, but nonetheless took a heaping sip when offered a glass. You sipped casually, not feeling all too comfortable with the chaos that seemed to lurk in Sirius’s eyes.

By the time the sun was beneath the horizon, Sirius and James were dancing some sort of Irish jig on a table, and Peter was very angrily talking to himself in a mirror. You and Remus, neither of you having very much to drink, sat comfortably on a couch, watching the night unfold.

“Why aren’t you drinking with them?” you asked Remus, glancing at his full cup and tensed shoulders.

He glanced down at you, nervously biting his lip and running a hand through his hair. Oh, how you wanted to touch his hair.

“I don’t really feel like being hungover on Christmas,” he said, noticing your full cup as well, “what about you?”

“I don’t think Lily would ever forgive me if she found out I got drunk with you lot on Christmas Eve,” you teased, smiling to yourself at the fond thought of your friend.

“I miss Lily,” Remus remarked simply, bringing his cup to his lips and taking a large gulp.

“Me too,” you sighed, doing the same and hoping it would ease your nerves, “she wrote to me yesterday. She’s having a lovely Christmas. Her sister is being awful, but that’s per usual.”

You and Remus shared a knowing smile, both thinking of the complaints you had heard from Lily about her sister.

“Have you written back yet?”

“No, not yet. I was going to wait until after Christmas,” you were waiting to write Lily back so you could thank her first for the undoubtedly wonderful present she got you. You didn’t know how, but Lily Evans always gave the most thoughtful presents.

“When you do, tell her we miss her,” Remus said softly, his cheeks beginning to flush pink as he watched with a smile his friends dancing.

You nodded, ducking your head to hide a smile.

“Oi!” James yelled, stopping his dance suddenly.

You and Remus froze as he looked at the pair of you, each wearing an entertained smile. James hopped off the table with ease, as if he was not drunk out of his mind and as if the table wasn’t a good four feet off the ground.

“Come dance,” James said once he finally reached the both of you, though, only offering you his hand.

He waved his wand at a muggle radio they had in the corner, and the volume increased. Sirius smiled widely, refreshing his drink with the dwindling amount of firewhisky left. You cautiously took James’s hand, letting him spin you as you giggled.

James caught Remus’s eye, the blonde boy watching you with adoration. James pulled you close, resting one hand on your shoulder as the other held your hand, and leaned in close to your ear.

“Moony is watching you,” he slurred, sounding excited, “I reckon he’ll make a move tonight if Sirius doesn’t finish all the liquor for himself!”

James pulled away, giggling once again like a schoolgirl. You could not help his infectious laughter, your forehead falling onto his shoulder as you laughed loudly. As if on que, Remus stood and walked with determination to Sirius. He took Sirius’s goblet and downed it, smiling widely and accomplishedly afterwards. He climbed on the table with Sirius, who had long forgotten about his stolen alcohol, and began awkwardly moving his lanky body in a way that could be called dancing in the most generous of terms. This made you laugh even more, and James had to nearly fully support your weight as your knees buckled with your hard laughter.

It was shaping up to be a lovely Christmas Eve.

(-)

Christmas, as Sirius had predicted, was a morning for hangovers. You had barely glanced at your mounds of presents at the foot of your bed, instead throwing on your warmest sweater and going immediately to breakfast.

It had been decorated, as it had all week, with great care. Today, however, the tree had been alit with wonderful and delicate decorations, sparkling under the enchanted ceiling. The entire room somehow smelled of pine, and the warm feeling of a fireplace shot down your spine when you sat down.

You cradled a cup of tea, hunching over and fighting the urge to fall back asleep at the table. You couldn’t bear to look at food yet, regretting the glasses you drank once Sirius had found that second bottle of firewhisky.

There was no sign of life in the castle, besides the lovely decorations, and you found yourself grateful.

It was as if, however, that you cursed yourself the second you thought this.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n!” James shouted from the entry way of the castle, his loud voice assaulting your ears even from such a distance. Beside him, Peter, Sirius, and Remus cringed away in pain, shrinking down and walking past him into the hall.

“Bloody. Fucking. Hell,” Sirius groaned once he sat down next to you, his head hitting the table as soon as he was still.

Remus sat on the other side of you, going at once for heaping servings of the hot food. You swallowed the vomit in your throat at the sight of so much food, forcing your eyes deep into your tea. James happily sat down next to Peter on the other side of the table, patting his friend merrily on the back. Peter winced audibly, a pained look on his face.

“How are you not hungover?” you whispered once you were sure you would not vomit.

“He never gets hungover,” Remus groaned from beside you, his mouth full of beans.

“Never?” you repeated, wincing as you reached for more tea.

“Never!” James said happily, obviously enjoying his wonderful, wonderful gift.

“Oi!” Sirius groaned, his head still buried in his arms.

James smiled.

“Eating helps, really,” Remus said from beside you, glancing an earnest look at you as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Mmmmm,” you groaned in response, ducking your head down as Sirius was doing to avoid vomiting.

“What a lovely Christmas this will be!” James said, earning a unanimous groan in response.

(-)

Getting back to the tower was a slow and painful process that included many bathroom breaks and headaches. You and Sirius had both ducked into the loo twice each to vomit, and James supposed it had something to do with climbing the stairs. Peter was limping for some reason, though you could not remember him hurting either of his legs the night before. Remus was nearly as recovered as James, just looking a bit tired.

After you were sure you had emptied your stomach of the tea you drank for breakfast, you were feeling a bit better. Your legs felt a little wobbly, and Remus must have noticed, because he offered his arm for you to steady yourself on as you walked along. Your mind was so foggy you almost had not noticed, but his strong arm beneath your fingers was enough to clear you up a little. You held him close to you, hoping the hangover was excuse enough. James gave you and encouraging smile, nodding enthusiastically. You were sure Sirius would be giving you a smirk if he wasn’t basically crawling down the halls.

Once you reached the common room, Remus had not retracted his arm. In fact, he had interlocked his hand with yours, still with your arms looped, and led you over to a couch. He sat very close to you and still did not remove himself from your grasp even as you were sitting. You felt so comfortable and warm next to him, you could not help but close your eyes and let your head fall on his shoulder.

(-)

James retreated upstairs with Peter. Peter had wanted a quick and undisturbed nap, and James returned downstairs a few moments later with his practice Quidditch robes on. Sirius had collapsed on an armchair the second he crawled into the room, and showed no indication of life as he fell into a deep sleep. James gave Remus an encouraging smile and two thumbs up, but did not dare to speak in case you weren’t asleep. Remus rolled his eyes, but was truly quite happy with the position he had found himself in.

Your arms were looped, hands intertwined, and your head rested delicately on his shoulder. He leaned his head against yours, breathing in the smell of your shampoo.

He had wanted to stay there forever.

(-)

When they all awoke, James was out of his Quidditch robes and in a thick wool sweater. He was polishing his broom with what looked like a new polishing set, perched on the armrest of a couch across from you and Remus. You had woken up when Sirius did, his loud yawns and stretches filling the room. When you lifted your head, you bumped into Remus’s head, and he woke up. Your cheek felt sore from pressing into his strong shoulder, and you looked down at you hands to see them still interlocked. You were sweaty and tired, but Remus looked down at you sleepily with complete happiness.

“Happy Christmas, you lazy bones,” James tutted like a mother would, putting down his broom and standing.

“Happy Christmas,” Remus said, smiling widely.

You sat up, removing yourself from Remus. He untangled your arms, removing his hand from yours. You felt sad at the absence, looking down at your lonely hand. Remus was looking too, and when you met his eyes he bit his bottom lip. With some slight hesitation, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in for a side hug. You lingered, and he made no move to pull away, so you stayed there, tucked under his arm.

“I never looked at my presents this morning,” Sirius said, standing from his chair and motioning for James to follow him.

“Neither did I,” you said to Remus only, hearing the other two retreating upstairs.

“Want me to walk you up to your dorm?” he offered, adjusting his body so he could see your face.

You uncurled from him, nodding excitedly.

You stood from the couch, walking over to the stairs. You waited for Remus, watching as he slowly stood and stretched. You leaned against the door frame, supporting yourself on your hands behind you. Remus came over to you, walking slowly with a sleepy and dazed look on his face.

“Happy Christmas,” he repeated, only to you this time.

“Happy Christmas,” you said, smiling at him as he leaned against the door frame opposite of you.

It was a narrow space, and there were only a few inches between you two, but neither of you made any movement. You wanted to go upstairs and see what your family had sent, what Lily had given you, what all your friends had given you, but you couldn’t tear yourself from the handsome boy in front of you.

Your eyes danced all over his face, admiring his curly and unkempt hair that fell into his dark and kind eyes, his sharp jaw that you wanted to run your fingers across, his soft lips.

You were both so entrance in each other, that neither of you had noticed the greenery sprouting from the door frame above you. It was mistletoe, sprouting from the wooden door frame between you and Remus. Remus noticed, his eyes darting up at it. He looked down at you, seeing you had not noticed it, and chuckled.

This seemed to snap you out of it, and you stood upright, coming closer to Remus. You looked up at the growing plant, eyes widening when you saw the red berry forming before your eyes.

“Mistletoe?” Remus chuckled, entertained as he reached up and brushed it delicately with his slender fingers.

“Is it?” you managed to say, watching his hand.

“It is,” he said, retracting his hand and bringing it to rest on your cheek.

He gently cupped your face, pulling you close to him until your chests met and neither of your backs were touching the door frame. You closed the distance, meeting his lips with urgency and desperation. You didn’t care if James thought Remus ought to kiss you, you wanted nothing more than to kiss Remus. And Remus wanted nothing more than to kiss you. His other hand came to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his hand on your cheek moved to the side of your neck. You reached up and slid your hands from his shoulders to this neck and into his hair, feeling the soft curls between your fingers as you had wanted to for so long.

Remus pulled you impossibly close to him, as if he wanted nothing to come between you, until his force was moving you to lean against the door frame. The feeling of the wood was unexpected, and you gasped into Remus’s mouth when you felt it. Remus took this as an invitation to deepen the kiss, and you allowed him, sighing softly as his tongue explored your mouth.

“Mistletoe?!”

You and Remus broke apart, his hands still on you even though your bodies were no longer touching. You both looked up the stairs, seeing James, Sirius, and Peter looking down at you.

Sirius had the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen, sure that it would make Lily’s skin crawl if she saw it. James seemed so content that you’d think he’d just been kissed and Peter anxiously twirled his fingers as he averted your eyes, obviously feeling bad for interrupting.

“Mistletoe,” Remus said, his voice husk and his lips wet. It took a lot of will power to not sigh at the sight of him, or pull him in by his collar and kiss him again. Instead, you looked up at the boys like a deer caught in headlights.

“You owe me ten galleons,” James said to Sirius, causing Sirius to groan.

“How do you know he kissed them?!” Sirius complained, digging in his robe pockets for the money.

“He didn’t, I kissed him,” you said, looking up at Remus and licking your lips nervously.

“Hah! Hand it over, James,” Sirius gloated, removing his hand from his pocket and holding it out to James.

James groaned, still a smile on his lips, and handed Sirius the money.

“You didn’t think I’d kiss them first?” Remus asked Sirius, pulling you into his chest in a loving and protective way.

“Sorry, mate,” Sirius said with no remorse in his voice, climbing down the stairs and pushing past you and Remus.

James and Peter followed him, all fiddling with some new gift they had gotten. You looked up at Remus, deciding your Christmas presents could wait until Boxing Day, and pulled him out of the door way. You fell onto the couch, Remus following you, and you fell easily into conversation with the boys. Remus wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

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sorcerersofnyc · 4 years ago

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The Last Thing Left (Zemo x F!Reader) 3/9

If it wasn’t so painfully ironic (and hilarious to watch,) Helmut would find the relationship between Sam and James a little sad.

Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.

While they wait for Torres to locate Donya Madani, Zemo brings Sam and Bucky to the home he once shared with you.

You reunite and he reflects upon his relationship with you (his wife's friend and his friend's wife) and your journey from being people with mutual friends to partners.

Chapter 3: Sam and Bucky try to understand your relationship with Zemo. It isn't complicated, but he remembers a time when things very much were.

Angst, various mentions of death & mourning, Zemo's wife's name is Heike because of comics. The reader likes waffles (this is a non-negotiable fact)

Note: Main Character is neutral in most regards, but the story was written with my own cultural background in mind. (In other words, I won't say what she looks like but I envision her as being black.)

First Chapter | Previous

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A fresh breeze filters in through an open window, swaying the room as Helmut’s words take root.

“Partner?” Sam leans forward in curiosity. “You mean like a life partner or a partner in crime?”

“Yes,” is Helmut’s unhelpful reply. He sends you a conspiratorial smile, one you return with a roll of the eyes.

“Helmut and I are engaged in a… civil partnership,” you explain, “for legal reasons.”

“Amongst other things,” he adds.

“Yes, amongst…other things.” A deep honey-like scent wafts into the room from the kitchen as you share a fleeting glance, a private moment despite the scrutiny of James and Sam. You must have put on a pot of tea.

“That should have been in the reports,” James narrows his eyes and examines the room carefully. “Why doesn’t anyone know about you?” Despite his position on the other wall, he angles his body toward Sam, ready to defend against any traps you might spring.

"Well…" you tilt your head in contemplation, "there was a significant delay in the processing of our paperwork. Nothing was documented until after Helmut’s prosecution."

"How much of a delay are we talking about here?" Sam asks, turning his assessing gaze toward Helmut as if to ask, ‘did you do something?’

"Around—what was it, Helmut? A year and a half?"

"18 months," he agrees. “Our paperwork seemed to have gotten misplaced. It's so difficult to find reliable lawyers these days.”

Sam didn’t seem to believe him.

"I'm his spouse on all official records,” You cut in before either of the two to speak, “but I'm sure you understand why privacy is important to me.” When he testified to his crimes, he made it clear that he had no accomplices and the investigation proved the same. The lawyer ‘misplaced’ the paperwork long enough for public interest in his case to die.

You didn’t need that sort of public scrutiny.

Sam seems to agree.

“We would never compromise your safety,” He assures you. He has his own family, people he loves with targets on their backs. He thinks of them as he addresses you.

The teapot whistles in the background.

“Thank you.” You smile and excuse yourself from the room. “The tea is ready.”

Helmut wants to pull you back to him, but he settles on meeting your gaze as you make a hasty retreat through the archway.

You’re gone all but a few seconds before James begins to speak.

"OK Zemo,” He says, his voice low and threatening, “it's about time you tell us what's going on—your partner? Really?"

"I’ve no reason to lie, James—but perhaps you’re not used to honesty,"

“Not from you," James lurches forward like a beast seeking prey. He glares down at Helmut, a mere arm's length from Helmut’s chair.

Helmut doesn't doubt Jame's violent intent, but he isn't particularly afraid. He settles back in his chair, moves his hands along the length of the arms, and brushes a thumb across the cool metal of the gun strapped beneath.

"Simmer down, Buck.” Sam lifts his hands. “This is weird enough as it is.”

James hesitates but relaxes his defensive stance.

"She doesn't seem to like me and Sam," James continues, reclaiming his position on the wall. “I don’t plan on waking up with a knife in my back.”

“She would never do such a thing, it's far too messy." Unbothered by their altercation, Helmut rises from his chair. He moves toward the bay window and liberates a copy of Arsène Lupin, gentleman-cambrioleur , from the floating shelf.

Before James can say whatever it is he wants to say, Sam intervenes once again.

“What I think he means is, 'how do we know we can trust her?'”

"You won't come to harm under her care, you have my word."

His word.

James scoffs at the mere suggestion. Trust isn't something that exists between them and it never would.

But the air is so thick with tension and he can hear the unspoken words that linger in the air: ‘What about your late wife?’

So Helmut flips through the book absentmindedly, stopping at a dog-eared page.

“My companion,” he begins to explain, “she was my wife's dearest friend.” He glances up from the pages of the book to meet Sam’s gaze. “She lost her husband when your friends made Sokovia into a battleground so I found it prudent to ensure her wellbeing.”

They're quiet—finally—and Helmut finds their discomfort pleasing.

Turning his attention back to the book, he reads a line you underlined.

'Quel dommage que je ne sois pas un honnête homme!' What a pity that I am not an honest man!'

“Would you like some honeybush tea?” Your voice cuts through the silence a few moments later. You stop at the threshold and gaze back warily gaze wary.

“I expected Helmut to be alone, but I have other drinks too.”

“The Tea is fine, thank you.” He sets down your beloved book and walks across the room to meet you. Ever so gently, Helmut coaxes the tray from your hand and sets it down on the center table.

“I made lunch as well... si comes ese tipo de cosas .” You mutter, leaving the room once again.

Helmut pours himself a cup before gesturing toward the tray.

"Please, you are guests; have a seat, enjoy some tea." Grabbing the book with one hand, Helmut returns to his favorite chair.

James doesn’t move an inch but Sam takes the seat near the window. His body sinks into the fabric with a sigh.

“Hopefully Torres finds Donya soon. I don’t want to impose for too long.”

“She really is a lovely hostess.” Helmut takes a seat and returns the book. “I intend to enjoy her hospitality while I can.”

***

At first, living with you was easy; Helmut stayed out of your way, he spent his time conducting research and it was quiet.

But the walls were thin and noise echoed through the open vents—He could hear you crying late at night.

He wanted to help, but he had no temporary comforts to offer. The only thing he had was his anger and his plan. You’d rest easier with the Avengers buried in the ash heap, he told himself. That day, when you hugged him, he felt as though you encroached on something, something that would break if he failed to tread lightly.

When you looked as though you wanted to talk or share a fond memory, he mentioned something about the old-fashioned décor and suggested that you change something. He bought you books from the shops he passed on the streets, jars of pigment, and blocks of clay.

He observed you, found what you liked, and got them for you.

“Thank you,” you’d say with a smile, and that was more than enough for him.

He didn’t expect you to return the favor.

But then you’d do things like make him breakfast (always with black coffee and a side of bacon, his favorite.) You’d buy pillows in the same specific shade of burgundy to accent the walls. You’d leave the paper on the kitchen island and kept a jar of honey with the tea.

And he hated you for that, for doing the things Heike would do, for sharing her habits, humor, and sensibilities.

‘Good morning, Helmut,' you would say in the morning, 'Would you like to visit the market with me?’ or, ‘Helmut, you can’t survive off coffee, aren't you hungry?’

He’d refuse you every time.

It was difficult, disappointing you, but the thought of enjoying a pleasant breakfast, or taking a stroll through the market hurt even more.

He could still feel their bodies buried beneath his feet.

So he opted for uncomfortable silence, and unsteady peace, the ghosts of your loved ones a wall between you.

Weeks went by and he continued his research. It took a while, but Helmut could see the steps of a plan unfolding in his mind.

He wouldn’t be the one to send the Avengers to their graves, he’d make them kill each other—and for that, he would need the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes.

So one day, after reading and rereading the S.H.I.E.L.D. files he managed to decrypt, he told you he was going on a trip.

“There’s business that I need to attend to.”

“You’re leaving?” You looked up from the clay you were molding. It hadn’t yet taken form, just a sad lump of grey. “For how long?”

“Not long.” He promised, “I’ll be back soon.”

But he returned two weeks later.

Exhausted, Helmut had just taken off his shoes when you walked upstairs to meet him, red power on your hands.

“Helmut! Where were you?” You demanded before you took notice of your tone, the accusation present in your voice. You amended your words quickly. “I was worried... I missed you while you were gone.”

“My apologies,” was his unsatisfactory reply, his back still turned.

When he finally turned to look in your direction, you wore a troubled look upon your face, and the look reminded him of Heike.

It was the worry of a soldier's wife, of someone waiting by the door to greet an unknown future.

“I’m sorry,” he offered, genuinely this time, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

For a moment that you would reject him. He was certain you considered doing just that, but when you didn’t move or knock away his touch, a strange sense of relief filled him.

You sighed.

"When you've gotten settled, come down for dinner.” It was an order, he realized, not a request.

"Of course." An amused smile tugged at his cheeks.

"Where did you go?" You asked, lingering by the door as he set down his bag. He wasn’t dressed for business in his drab gray jacket and worn shoes.

“I visited an auction house out east."

“An auction house?” You tilted your head and assessed his clothing again. “To bid?”

“Not exactly."

Not at all, really.

He tracked down information about an auction where fanatics were gathered to bid on HYDRA paraphernalia. He hoped to find the book that once belonged to the Winter Soldier's handler, but it wasn't didn’t exist amongst the garbage he found there.

The trip hadn't been a complete waste, however. He managed to rid the world of a few dozen agents and others who would support their cause—but he wouldn’t tell you that.

"What I hoped to find wasn't there.” He settled on saying.

“It took you weeks to do that?”

“I needed to visit Berlin as well. My family collected many cars over the generations. I’ll take you to see them one day if you like.”

Helmut had no plans to get you involved in his plan to end the Avengers, he couldn't. But he remained true to his word and joined you for dinner that night.

He helped you set the table and you ate paprikash (which, he assumed, you made for his benefit more than your own.)

"Ozenik suggested I make it," you explained. "It was never my favorite but it was fun to make."

"You did a good job."

"Thanks...I thought was time to try something new."

He agreed.

You ate dinner together the next night too, and the next, and the next night after that.

Helmut grew to enjoy the time you spent together—it was a pleasant change of pace.

Even so, he had his ‘business’ to attend to. He would still have to leave.

Sometimes he would go for hours, sometimes he’d be gone for days, and sometimes entire weeks would go by and Helmut wouldn't call or even text you.

And you were frustrated.

Once he returned home to find you painting angry red lines across what might have been an abstract swirl of blue and gray.

One evening discovered you rearranged the dining room completely.

Then one day, during dinner, you attempted to bridge the gap between you once again.

"I received a message last night," You began, "a reminder that I purchased tickets to see a play last year.” It was summer, but the season had been unusually rainy, confining you inside for most of the week. “I’d have to travel to see it but it might be fun. Would you like to see it with me?”

"I'll be gone again soon," Helmut told you. “My apologies.”

You frowned.

"I haven't even told you the date. How do you know you’ll be busy?"

"I have plenty of work to keep me busy through the end of the year." His reply hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. He didn’t even bother to look up as he continued. "If you need to travel, I'll speak with Oeznik about arranging that for you."

You looked down at your plate, sighed, and set down your utensils.

"It's fine." You told him, but it wasn't. You were angry at his rejection, at his nonchalance.

"You know...you don't need to force yourself to be here with me, Helmut." You stared directly across the table at him, meeting his gaze. "We don't have to stay together if you don't want to. I have my benefits from the veterans association now so...if there's somewhere else you'd rather be-"

"There isn't." Helmut looked at you, his eyes dark piercing. "How could you think that?"

“How could I not when I never know if you're going off to the market or leaving for weeks?” A dangerous edge crept into your voice and you didn’t bother to amend it. “What sort of 'business' are you conducting? You won't even tell me."

"You don't need to worry," he tried to assure you, but his weak appeal only seemed to make you angrier.

And that anger, your anger, frustrated him to no end.

Who were you to question what he did with his time?

Heike always understood when he was gone for longer than expected. When he returned, she greeted him with joy and relief, not accusation and scorn.

But you...he didn't know what he expected from you.

You weren’t his wife, you weren’t involved romantically. You weren't even friends, not really.

So really, what tethered him to this place?

What he planned to do was dangerous; he might not even survive. He fulfilled his promise to see after your well-being, did everything he said he'd do, and yet...and yet…

You sighed, huffed really, and gathered your plates quickly.

“I’m trying, I’m really trying but I’m tired, Helmut,” you told him. “You go and move us to this...this ritzy tourist city and what am I supposed to do? Find friends with similar life experiences? I can’t even sleep through the night and you...you just...” You take a breath as you turn away, leaving with your half-eaten plate.

“I don't... I don't fit in here.” You confess resignation carried in your voice. “I don’t think you understand that and I don’t think we’re good for each other either. ” You decided. “We’re too different. I appreciate you trying to help me, I do, but… but maybe I should leave.”

***

Thanks for reading! You’ve come so far and soon you will be rewarded. Next chapter we’ll see the steps Helmut took to amend your relationship. And in the present timeline, we get to see something super cute (something that involves hand-holding, perhaps?)

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gameofdrarry · 4 years ago

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Canon Divergent

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Evitative by Vichan Rated: Teen Words: 222,452 Tags: Slytherin Harry Potter, Re-sorting, Dark Arts, Slow Burn, Dark!Harry Summary: In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Secondary Task by ProfessorFrankly Rated: Mature Words: 50842 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Frank discussion of teen sex, No actual teen sex, Canon-Typical Violence, If you've read GoF you know the last bit's where the violence and stuff is, Most of this fic has a "T" rating, Quantum Bang 2020 Summary: When Harry Potter’s name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco Malfoy decides the Boy-Who-LIved needs a friend, whether he wants one, or not. With his mother’s backing, Draco sets out to make sure Harry knows he has someone in his corner, for now, and if Draco has his way, for always. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Outtake: The Second Task by MickeySLee Rated: Mature Words: 30824 Tags: Secret Relationship, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Triwizard Tournament, Hostage Situations, Draco Malfoy is a Good Boyfriend, Harry Potter is a Good Boyfriend, Plot Twists, Romance, Fluff, Homosexuality, Homophobia, Good Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's A+ Parenting, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, weekly updates!, Hogwarts Era, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Bashing, POV Hermione Granger, Hurt/Comfort, Consent is Sexy, Fairy Tale Elements Summary: Part of the series Outtakes and A Hard Story. Fourth Year. The Triwizard Tournament. The Second Task. What would happen if Dumbledore made a different decision when it was discovered Draco is who Harry would miss most? Instead of covering it up and declaring Ron to be Harry's hostage, Draco is the one at the bottom of the lake. No one could have foreseen how much trouble that caused. You may want to read A Hard Story or Throughout the Twists to Times first. This story is completed and will be uploaded one chapter per week on Sunday. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Parades, Pansy, and fuck I’m too gay for this by false_heteros Rated: General Words: 2227 Tags: Pride is at the end :), A lot of pureblood bullshit, Loneliness, Draco is Sad, Harry Needs a Hug, Pride, Pride Parades, Modern Era, Sirius Black Lives, Mentions of past child abuse, Cedric Diggory Dies, past homophobia, Gay Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy Summary: After the war, Draco, who had been staying at home like a fucking hermit till Pansy came along, finally finds out about the LGBTQ+ Community, he dives head first into research and is amazed at what he finds. Harry wanders muggle London once every few days. Blending with the crowd and not feeling different for once. He comes along a group of people with beautiful colours around them. “What are they doing?” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Closure is a state of mind by Quicksilvermaid Rated: Explicit Words: 12229 Tags: Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Inappropriate medical/therapist relationships, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Lies, Self-Esteem Issues, low key stalking behaviour, Loneliness, Guilt, Therapy, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, taking advantage of a grieving person, Death of a Spouse, Character Death, (not Drarry), Disfigurement, Scars, Brief Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Drinking, First Time, Polyjuice Potion, Sex While Using Polyjuice Potion, pensieve sex, Voyeurism, wanking, Concealed Identity, Bittersweet Ending, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary: After Harry's husband Charlie is killed, his Mind Healer recommends a Polyjuice therapy company, so Harry can see 'Charlie' again and find closure over his death. Draco, whose life over the last ten years has gone from bad to worse, gets assigned Potter's case. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Harry Potter and the Yuletide Waltz by LakeWitch Rated: General Words: 3042 Tags: Yule Ball, Dancing, Hogwarts Fourth Year, six years later, Awkwardness, Meddling, Oblivious!Harry, more dancing, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Christmas, Holiday Season, Canon Divergence Summary: At the fourth year Yule Ball, Draco Malfoy asked Harry Potter to dance. Six years later, Harry Potter just might ask him why. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 When It's All Over by Erebeus Rated: Mature Words: 9292 Tags: Rape/Non-con, Unhealthy Relationships, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (not between main pairing), suicidal/death idolization, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Non-Graphic Violence, Spy Draco Malfoy, Loneliness, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Betrayal, Attempted Murder, Brief flashbacks and moments of panic mentioned, non graphic torture, Azkaban (brief), Off screen therapy Summary: If killing you makes Harry happy, you really don't mind. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch 22 by jad Rated: Explicit Words: 49895 Tags: Romance, Fluff, Humor, Complete, Letter!fic, Sexual Content Summary: As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 (I don't know) what's right and what's real anymore by Ladderofyears Rated: Mature Words: 2101 Tags: Harry Potter and the half blood prince, canon divergence, no septumsempra, guilty Draco, pov Draco, ghostly Myrtle, attracted Draco, pre-slash, pre-relationship, Harry is a hero Summary: An alternative sectumsempra scene from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Kiss by xErised Rated: Teen and Up Words: 10764 Tags: Hogwarts Era, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, Kissing in the Rain Summary: For the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, it's not Ron that Harry rescues from the Great Lake, but Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts-era. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 It’s Not Christmas (without you) by LittleBozSheep Rated: Explicit Words: 79213 Tags: Fluff, Family Feels, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Getting Together, Christmas, Slow Burn, Serious Slow Burn, Everyone ships Drarry, Apart from Drarry, Divorced Draco Malfoy, Divorced Harry Potter, Kid Albus, kid scorpius, Everyone makes a camo, side wolfstar, Besides the last chapter it's rated G, Christmas Fluff, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans Summary: Maybe agreeing to host everyone for Christmas wasn’t Harry’s best idea. Luckily Albus’s best friend’s dad is an events planner who agreed to help, only issue, turns out the dad is Draco Malfoy. Sarcastic and grumpy to everyone but his son. Will Harry managed to catch him and keep Christmas from being a complete disaster? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Leaves by TheLostLibran Rated: Teen and Up Words: 1190 Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff without Plot, Healing, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: A lot of work goes on underground, invisible to the naked eye. Though it doesn't mean that no development is occuring, the hopes of a huge, fully grown tree standing strong in the near or distant future only start sprouting when the leaves do. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Okay But That’s Hot by Fuschaslime Rated: Explicit Words: 3640 Tags: Anal Sex, Riding, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Lapdance, Slut Shaming, Established Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, Teasing, Begging, Safe Sane and Consensual, Bets & Wagers, Poker, theyre both over 18, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Banter, Perverted Harry, Slight fluff, Shameless Smut, AU where Lily Potter defeated Voldemort for good, and now everyone at hogwarts is kinda cool with eachother, apart from house tensions, Verbal Humiliation, Kinda Summary: Draco immediately regrets agreeing to a certain bet made at poker night when he realises he’ll actually have to hold up his end of the deal. Harry is ecstatic. OR Draco Malfoy bets Harry Potter a lapdance. He loses. ❤️ Read on AO3

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TITLE: A Gift RATING: T WORD COUNT: 912 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Sirius Black Lives, Fix-It, References to Footloose (1984), Fluff, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Harry is only mentioned, he doesn't appear, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), Canon Compliant, technically, Hopeful Ending SUMMARY: This was meant to be something very different but what it turned into was soft affection and movie night at 12 Grimmauld Place and learning each other again. READ IT ON AO3: A Gift

TITLE: the beauty of a secret (you have to keep it) RATING: G WORD COUNT: 14600 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Remus's supportive parents, Christmas Fluff, THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, this is really soft and so self-indulgent, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, POV Remus Lupin SUMMARY: When Remus asked Sirius to be his fake-date for them to visit his parents for the Christmas holidays, he hadn't expected it to go that well, not really. No one, least of all Remus could have predicted how rapidly it deteriorated, especially with his long hidden feelings that were too close to the surface. READ IT ON AO3: the beauty of a secret (you have to keep it)

TITLE: Be My Baby RATING: M WORD COUNT: 21876 ADDITIONAL TAGS: wolfstar, RS Fix It Fest 2020, Dirty Dancing AU, 1960s America, Coming of Age, Coming Out, Black!James, Cuban!Sirius, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Fluff, Romance, Dancing, Summer Love, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical Racism, but both are pretty mild!, Meet-Cute, Getting Together, First Time, dance SUMMARY: It’s the summer of 1963, and 18 year old Remus Lupin discovers dance, love, and even himself. (A very romantic and very gay Dirty Dancing AU.) READ IT ON AO3: Be My Baby

TITLE: Good Year RATING: T WORD COUNT: 1024 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sirius Black Lives, Remus Lupin Lives, Professor Sirius Black, Professor Remus Lupin, Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, middle-aged wolfstar, they’re alive and happy and they kiss and laugh a lot SUMMARY: Sirius and Remus one happy morning before the start of their first year of teaching at Hogwarts together. Set the year after the end of the Second Wizarding War. READ IT ON AO3: Good Year

TITLE: Hic sunt dracones RATING: E WORD COUNT: 4941 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, First War with Voldemort, Canon Compliant, Happy Ending, Romance, Makeup, Mirror Sex, Intercrural Sex, Sharing a Bed, RS Fix It Fest 2020, POV Remus Lupin SUMMARY: Remus and Sirius try putting on makeup and end up trying a lot more: sex, kissing, and maybe even talking about feelings. READ IT ON AO3: Hic sunt dracones

TITLE: In the Shadow of Your Heart, It's the Only Way I Can Escape RATING: M WORD COUNT: 10032 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Magicians, sort of a The Prestige au, POV Alternating, Non-Linear Narrative, POV Sirius Black, POV Remus Lupin, Rivals to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Sort Of, Strangers to Lovers, magician Sirius, Magician Remus, escape artist Remus, Non-Sexual Bondage, Remus is sort of based on Houdini, Buried Alive, Everybody Lives, Nobody is Dead, I promise nobody dies SUMMARY: The lights glittered upon the stage, dust particles floating, the light catching on the shiny buttons of the man’s jacket. The boards creaked as he strutted across them, a faint sound only heard if you were listening for it. The heavy velvet curtains hung on either side of the stage framing whatever spectacle was to occur. Or where two sort-of rival magicians perform on stage, confront mortality, and realize that past passion can be present love. READ IT ON AO3: In the Shadow of Your Heart, It’s the Only Way I Can Escape

TITLE: Just Sleep RATING: T WORD COUNT: 1403 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Raising Harry Potter SUMMARY: Remus didn't want to open the door but he almost closes it when he find Sirius back a kidnapped harry under his coat. READ IT ON AO3: Just Sleep

TITLE: La Vie en Rose RATING: G WORD COUNT: 1732 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Canon Compliant, Post-full moon, Pining, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Sirius Black Speaks French, Depressed Sirius Black, Song: La Vie En Rose, POV Sirius Black, Singing SUMMARY: "Remus was lying against him, fast asleep and very human. Sirius was struck with how much older he seemed, now that he was close enough for Sirius to study him. But he still looked as beautiful as ever." It is only Remus and Sirius left in Grimmauld Place after the children return to school. This alone time leaves Sirius facing feelings he buried a long time ago. READ IT ON AO3: La Vie en Rose

TITLE: night rides RATING: G ADDITIONAL TAGS: Art, Digital Art, Alternate Universe - High School, Motorcycles, Fluff SUMMARY: first time riding the motorcycle together READ IT ON AO3: night rides

TITLE: On how to become a DDA teacher RATING: G ADDITIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Everyone Is Alive, Living Together, Marauders, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), Domestic Bliss, Domestic Fluff, trying new things, Happy Ending, RS Fix It Fest 2020, Fanart, Fix-It SUMMARY: Remus prepares himself for his new position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Just some domestic bliss drawn for the RS Fix It Fest 2020. READ IT ON AO3: On how to become a DDA teacher

TITLE: On The Mat RATING: E WORD COUNT: 14265 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Meet-Cute, Getting Together, Yoga, Yoga Teacher Sirius Black, Yoga Student Remus Lupin, Dubious use of a yoga mat, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Deep Throating, safe sex, we are pro condoms in this fic, Fluff and Smut, Top Sirius Black, Bottom Remus Lupin SUMMARY: The intimate happenings of Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and a yoga mat. READ IT ON AO3: On The Mat

TITLE: The Pipe Under The Sink RATING: T WORD COUNT: 5253 ADDITIONAL TAGS: FixItFest2020, trying new things, wolfstar, unemployed!Sirius, bookshop!Remus, Baker!James, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, muggle problems, Domestic Fluff, Baby Harry Potter, Self-Esteem Issues, Love SUMMARY: After being together for so long, Sirius worries Remus doesn't find him sexy anymore. Sirius finds some inspiration from James and decides to show off his sexiness by fixing the kitchen sink...the muggle way. READ IT ON AO3: The Pipe Under The Sink

TITLE: Quality Lighting RATING: T WORD COUNT: 4959 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Magic, Alternate Universe - College/University, Erotic Photography, Get together fic, Happy Ending, POV Remus Lupin, POV Sirius Black SUMMARY: “Give it back!” Remus pitched forward in a desperate attempt to swipe his phone back from his roommate.

“Why?” Sirius asked with a laugh as he started to scroll. “Am I going to find your OnlyFans content or something?”

Remus choked out a laugh of his own. “Very funny. Now please—”

“Oh.” READ IT ON AO3: Quality Lighting

TITLE: We’re Not Like Them RATING: G WORD COUNT: 21574 ADDITIONAL TAGS: First War with Voldemort, Post-Hogwarts, Muggle London, London in the Eighties, Hyde Park, James Potter & Lily Evans Potter Live, Order of the Phoenix - Freeform, Angst, Marlene and Remus's friendship, Godric's Hollow, Character Study SUMMARY: Sirius leaves the flat for hours on end and doesn't tell Remus where he's been. Remus skulks silently in the shadows, forgotten by everyone he once called a friend, and secrets are being kept between the four of them. Remus doesn't even know if they will last the war, and Sirius decides that he wants a child. Remus thinks that they're twenty-one, fighting for their lives, and not like James and Lily. READ IT ON AO3: We’re Not Like Them

TITLE: The Words Beneath Your Door RATING: M WORD COUNT: 11723 ADDITIONAL TAGS: POV Remus Lupin, POV First Person, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Getting Together, Roommates, Canon Divergence - Post-Hogwarts, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), First Kiss, Remus Lupin is a florid little shit, and Sirius reads Muggle encyclopedias for fun, gratuitous use of The Runaways, and cardamom biscuits, Fix-It, Domestic, and very very toshy, Implied/Referenced Drug Use SUMMARY:It is 1979, Remus is steadily losing control of his higher functions, and Sirius won't stop fucking touching him. Perhaps the two are related, but there isn't enough space left in the cold fusion core of Remus' brain to parse that out. READ IT ON AO3: The Words Beneath Your Door

TITLE: Young Hearts Intertwined RATING: T WORD COUNT: 11643 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, First War with Voldemort, Fluff, Schmoop, Weddings, Established Relationship, Summer, Welsh Remus Lupin, Desi Potter Family (Harry Potter), Desi Sirius Black SUMMARY: There’s a special kind of magic to a wartime wedding. READ IT ON AO3: Young Hearts Intertwined

TITLE: You're My Lover, Not My Rival RATING: M WORD COUNT: 3734 ADDITIONAL TAGS: Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Friendship/Love, Best Friends, Getting Together, Casual Sex, Happy Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Prophecy, Drinking & Talking, Smoking, Fix-It, RS Fix It Fest 2020, True Love, Canon Divergence, Bisexuality SUMMARY: Remus can't do relationships, or so he thinks. READ IT ON AO3: You’re My Lover, Not My Rival

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If you don’t mind, can you please write a fluff alphabet for Remus Lupin? 🥺👉👈 Thank youuuu!

Hi! I hope you enjoy this 💕💕

Remus Lupin Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He is a SUCKER for a good smile. He loves when you smile spreads to your eyes Lighting up all your features as you grin and laugh

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

We all know what went down in Deathly Hallows. Remus would like to have children with you at some point but there’s always the worry in the back of his mind that he may pass on his lycanthropy onto the child.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Remus makes an excellent big spoon. He’s a VERY heavy sleeper, so good luck wriggling away from him when he’s holding onto you :)

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He loves to take you to small cafés and bookshops, tucked away and calm, so it’s just the two of you. He’ll but the tea and you buy the cake or samdwiches as you sit in squashy armchairs. You often end up nuzzled next to eachother on one chair, sipping tea and feeding eachother bits of cake

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You’re Remus’s sweetheart.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He first knew he was in love with you when you found out about his lycanthropy. You were accepting and calm and asked if there was anything you could do to make his transformations more bearable. It made his heart swell and he was reminded of the marauders, all those years ago

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Remus is a very gentle man, from his voice to his touch. He will wrestle you occasionally and tickle you mercilessly if he is not drained of energy

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He loves to hold hand all the time, lacing his fingers with yours and holding you close to his side

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was comfort and trustworthiness. He felt more relaxed than normal around you

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not so much jealous, more so insecure. He sees himself as broken and impure and a monster, and when younger, more human people chat you up, he can’t help but worry that you’ll leave him for someone you deserve

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It was a mutual thing. You were both snuggled up, thd conversation died down and tentatively, you both leaned in. Granted, you bumped heads, but nothing is perfect. Your first kiss was giggly and gently, and he kissed your forehead afterwards by way of apology

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do. He was in one of his moods, ranting about how you ought to see someone younger and human etc etc, and you yelled at him “why can’t you just see? I love you, remus! Please don’t push me away!”

You locked yourself in your bedroom, crying out your frustrations while he paced. Biting the bullet, he went upstairs and knocked on the door, and let out a sigh of relief when the lock clicked and you let him in

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Coming into the living room while you were staying at his and spotting you curled up on his armchair, bundled up in one of baggy jumpers and clutching his cushion as you snoozed. “Sorry,” you had mumbled. “Made tea, didn’t wanna wake you... must’ve dozed off,”

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Remus would give the the universe if he could, but he can barely afford new clothes. You don’t mind though- he always has plenty of chocolate and cuddles to share

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Yellow. Not super neon, though. It just reminds him of the time he caught you watering the sunflowers and gathering dandelions to weave into something pretty

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweetheart, darling, love, pet

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He loves muggle photographs, the kind that DONT move. They allow him to relive the entire scene, not just the little snippet that plays over and over

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Couch. Book. Snuggles. Sorted.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He’ll brew hot chocolate and sit on the couch, staring into space. If you come within a foot of him, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, hiding his face in face in your chest or neck, eyes closed.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

With you, anything. From over-tired midnight ramblings to discussing the news to sharing knowledge on the most obscure things...

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

A hot drink and a good book that he’s read at least 4 times before (that way he doesn’t have to THINK about the plot because he know what happens) the familiarity soothes him.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Remus is a modest man. He’ll happily show you off in his own way, by holding your hand and kissing your cheek, behaving like a real gent, though he refuses to parade you like an object

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes when you’re tucked up in bed together, your head resting on his chest as he stroked your hair. He tilted your chin up gently and took a deep breath before murmuring “YN... you make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time, and each day with you I get happier and happier. Please... would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You sit bolt upright and stare at him for a moment, before grasping his face and kissing him lovingly, your tears splashing into his face. “Of course I will, remus,”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams. It just makes him feel nostalgic, remembering simpler times when his friends were alive and the biggest worry in his mind was Filch catching them lacing his office with Dumgbombs

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Remus knows you’re The One, though he dithers about how and when to propose, before the events of W

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He doesn’t really need a pet. He’s got a Sirius and that is ENOUGH for anyone.

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updated. july.30.2022

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casualmaraudering · 4 years ago

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Sirius/remus/fabian and remus/lily?

ahh most excellent most excellent than you darling

Sirius/Remus/Fabian

When I started shipping it if I did:

most common answer to this will be ‘can’t tell you exactly’ cause my memory is very bad. but it’s a relatively fresh ship, only a month or two old i’d say? i started really vibing with Fabian at first, and then with him and Remus, and at some point me and @remywrites5 (yes im exposing her crimes of getting me into this mess) ended up making them a thing in an AU, and then it stuck as a really nice ship idea

My thoughts:

i mean. from what i know it doesn’t exist outside of my own person. so obviously i think it’s a fantastic ship, 10/10, cause i kind of invented it

What makes me happy about them:

their dynamic is just so nice and they’re vastly different people but they work together so nicely. Fabian being the most mature and level headed and always the conflict solver cause he’s the only one that doesn’t get caught in emotions whenever a fight happens. and Remus who’s his usual anxious self but who thrives off of the positive environment they give him?? and Sirius who has trouble expressing his emotions but he tries so hard and these boys love him no matter what and they make him finally feel he doesn’t have to be so closed up and that it’s okay to be soft and ahhhh i could cry for ages tbh

What makes me sad about them:

i mean. canon. like whenever trying to write fics i strive away from canon cause Fabian dies in the first war and then the obvious shit show with sirius and remus. no happy times for these boys i guess

and obviously the fact there’s like. two people aside myself who like this ship sdkfsdj

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

laughs in rarepair

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Remus could be with Lily or James. I really like Fabian and Benjy too for Fab. and Sirius??? Remus and Fabian are kind of the only two people I ship him with,,,,,

My happily ever after for them:

they have a cute little house and a group of adorable babies (three cause that way there’s a combo of each of them. Remus has a cousin v similar to him and Fabian has Molly so they can have kids that are related to each of them which is kinda very cute) and just being sweet and domestic, i really don’t want much for all of my pairs. just a cottage and a family

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

depends tbh?? most common will be Fabian is the big spoon cause he’s the tallest, and then you’d have Rem in the middle cause he loves being cuddled from both sides and Sirius as the littlest spoon/other big spoon. but i mean there’s three of them and they cuddle in twos sometimes too so there’s really not a designated big and little spoon

What is their favourite non-sexual activity:

probably cooking together i’d say?? Fabian loves cooking cause his mum taught him, and he really likes making meals for his family (he’d make a good househusband tbh). Sirius likes to make fancy food cause he’s a posh bitch, so usually Fab will handle actual dinner and Sirius will just whip up dessert. Remus Sometimes helps but,,, usually he just sits on the counter waiting for kisses or tasting

Remus/Lily

When I started shipping it if I did:

also a recent development! i think i was randomly browsing wolfstar fics and saw it in one of them and i was like :/,,, but then later that day i went hold on,,, they’re onto something,,, and here we are

My thoughts:

i think it definitely canonically happened at some point. like if they didn’t date (which i still think they very much did), they at least had mutual crushes on each other in Hogwarts. plus they’re just sweet, 10/10

What makes me happy about them:

Lily would totally do so much good for Remus’s self esteem?? she’s a queen, we love her, and she’s just so confident and outgoing and proud, it’d definitely rub off on Remus a little bit. Like I think he’d be very shy with affection at first but then she’d slowly coax him out of his shell. and i reckon he makes her so happy as well, like, a man who’s caring and understanding and likes all of your favourite books?? a dream come true tbh

What makes me sad about them:

it’s very much a rarepair that’s severly understated, i think it has So Much potential. even leading into wolfstar and jily!! like i think it’s a perfect first love kind of thing and i wish people would listen to my wisdom smh

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

haven’t read any fics but i know it’s usually used in prongsfoot fics as a very background ship just so they don’t end up alone and that’s real :/

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

obvs wolfstar and jily, duh, but i have plenty of ships with remus and also think lily evans deserves a girlfriend

My happily ever after for them:

i like them most as a ‘first love that naturally didn’t last but formed into a great friendship’ kind of thing but,,,, it would be real nice to see them be together as adults. i picture them both as rather career oriented so family wouldn’t be a number 1 priority for them, so just like,, them supporting each other in their goals and just navigating a hasty but very happy life together (maybe a baby one day,,, just cause little ginger babies are my weakness)

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

lily is the big spoon and you can never change my mind, remus lupin just wants to be held

What is their favourite non-sexual activity:

reading together. the two of them can just be sat in silence for Hours reading books but it’s a very comfortable silence, and just being pressed together with warm tea and books under a blanket, maybe if it’s raining outside??? goals

#thank you luv!!#remus lupin #lily evans #sirius black #fabian prewett #rily #(its still such a weird shipname sdkfjsdf)#whatever the tag for fab rem and sirius was #i keep forgetting sdjfksd #headcanon tag #sirius/remus/fabian #i think??

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aedwritesfic · 5 years ago

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Padfoot & Prongs Coffee: Part Three

Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Prompt: "You can’t make me.” — “What are you? Five?”

WC: 545

A/N: Coffee Shop AU C/W: Mentions of cancer

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Remus grinned and hugged the petite redhead tightly before setting her back down. It had been years since they had last seen each other, but he knew that he would recognize that smile and those forest green eyes anywhere.

“Moony!” she squealed, “I haven’t seen you since that Christmas at Marsden.”

He cringed inwardly at the nickname and instantly his mind flashed back to their first meeting: Remus had been cooped up inside the ward for ages. Although very ill, he was having one of his better days. Unfortunately, it had been raining its arse off for the past week so going outside was a non-sequitur. He had already finished all of his books and the few he had nicked from the ward's library. So, he turned to his new favourite game of annoying the new girl's bitch of a sister.

The new girl, Lily, was small but a bit of a firecracker unless her older sister was around. The older girl was constantly complaining about having to go to hospital when she wasn't even the one who was ill. She would steal Lily's ice lollies and tell Lily that she looked ugly without her hair. Remus had finally had enough. He and Lily might not have been friends, yet, but cancer kids stuck together.

In a flash of childhood brilliance, he ran toward the girl's bed, skidding to a stop on his socked feet, and yelled at the sister, "Hey, fart face! Stop being such a meanie!" promptly dropped his trousers, and mooned her.

Lily dissolved into a fit of giggles while her sister shrieked in outrage, "Stop!"

"You can’t make me," he taunted, shaking his pasty arse at her.

“What are you? Five?” the bitch asked.

"Six on Saturday," he said proudly as he pulled his trousers back up.

The bitch huffed and stormed out of the room mumbling something about finding her parents. When Lily had finally gotten control of her laughter she pulled Remus onto her bed where they bonded over their mutual love of books and movies and sweets. The moniker "Moony" had been formed that day and stuck through their years of hospital visits and treatments.

Now, standing in the middle of his new favourite coffee shop, reunited with his childhood best friend, and the number of the most beautiful man he had ever seen, Remus felt for the first time in a long time that things were looking up.

"Fancy meeting you here," he grinned.

"My fiance owns the place" she admitted with a blush. Something at the counter caught her eye and she smiled, "Speak of the devil."

Remus turned his head and saw Hot Barista--Sirius--standing behind a lanky man with wire-rimmed glasses and hair that stood on end looking like its owner had received an electric shock. He smirked a bit at the sight of Sirius’ cool demeanour having slipped away to reveal a man who looked like a shy but excitable puppy.

The next thing he knew, Lily had grabbed his hand and hauled him over to meet the two men. Although he smiled, was polite, and was sure he was going to like her fiance, Remus couldn’t tear his gaze away from eyes like pools of cool grey starlight. He was absolutely done for.

#100 days of drabble #wolfstar #remus x sirius #coffee shop au #lily evans

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ghostofstudentspast · 4 years ago

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Congrats on 50!🎉 💖 Male HP ship please? ISFJ female. Introverted but social and talkative. Intellectual-nerd and social advocate. Insomniac-trouble sleeping, gets anxious&overthink but doesn't ever give up&optimistic. Dorky,awks&silly-like to laugh(esp at own jokes)&make others laugh. Sassy-lovingly teases/roasts. Speaks mind&stands up 4 others. Super supportive. Affectionate&loves hugs/cuddles. Emotional&cries easily b/c I care so much. Likes: karaoke, eating/cooking,&board/video games. Tysm!

*not my gif*

I ship you with Remus Lupin! Your optimism is exactly what our Remus needs in his life!

- You meet during one of your sleepless nights. It just so happens that Remus suffers from insomnia as well, a side effect of the lycanthropy. It gets especially bad nearing a full moon and he just can’t help but get out of bed and roam the castle.

- He uses the map of course, never getting caught. This is how he stumbles upon you late one night. It’s not rare to see students sneaking around at night but your name pops up consistently and he’s a curious guy.

- Finding you alone at the very top of the astronomy tower with a fluffy blanket, a book and a tin of biscuits was not exactly what he was expecting. You’d been kind of lost in your own mind but a chat with a cute boy didn’t seem like such a bad alternative. So, you offered him a biscuit.

- It became a ritual for the two of you, Remus would seek you out a couple of days a week and you would provide snacks. You quickly noted he particularly liked all things chocolate and made sure to slip some extra in your bag for him.

- He in turn started to bring you some of his favourite books, having in depths discussions about your favourite parts and the symbolism behind certain phrases. It was nice to be able to geek out with someone about a mutual topic.

- One of these night he brought you a book about werewolves, it was an instructional book. Previously he’d always suggested novels and works of non-fiction so you read this one expecting the same. When he broached the topic with you later that month he was reserved and drawn back, less like the talkative boy you’d come to know.

- He asked you what you thought about werewolves, if the text had changed your opinion. “It’s just like a sickness, no one gets a choice in the matter. My opinion hasn’t changed, i’m just more informed now!” your response drawing Remus back out of his shell with a smile.

- When he eventually did tell you, he knew you wouldn’t mind. That you’d be compassionate and understanding and that you’d always bring him extra chocolate after a full moon. You started showing him more physical affection too.

- If he had a new bruise you’d hug him, if he had a new scar you’d gently trace it with your finger, and when he’d show up looking exhausted you’d make room in your blanked and huddle up with him.

- When he showed up with two violently red claw marks from his jaw to his opposite shoulder you cried, squeezing him with the biggest hug. That night was the first time you kissed him, not out of pity but out of love. For this boy who had shown you all the kindness but offered none to himself.

- Things got easier with you by his side. You were there to hold his hand and make him laugh and shine your positivity on him. He started to call you his sunshine.

- He was quick to draw you into a hug, his head resting perfectly on yours. You’d happily mess with his hair and call him nicknames that no one understood but the two of you. You made each other better and happier!

Oh man, you can really tell how I feel about Remus by how much I wrote 😬 oops!

Request are still open!

#harry potter #asks #ship request #harry potter ship requests #june’s 50 celebration

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shima-enaga · 5 years ago

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Tag Game!

So I was tagged by the lovely @livefree-and-diestrong in not one, but TWO tag games under the read more! :> This was super fun to do and I really liked learning more about you from your own post Ree!

× share 5 little things about yourself that people might not be able to tell without seeing you in person, and tag a few people you want to get to know!

I played piano back in middle school up until my undergraduate years before I stopped which was about 7-8 years? I only recently picked it back up again after being inspired when I heard First Love by Yoongi.

During the time I stopped music I picked up knitting and crocheting because I really like making stuff with my hands. I like making shawls in particular so if I’m ever wearing a shawl or a cardigan, there’s a 98% chance I’ve made it~ 😘

I yell about this in the tags all the time but I really am 5′0′′ (152.4cm). I haven’t grown since middle school uGH

My trip to Japan this year was actually the first time I’ve ever traveled internationally!! 💖💖💖

I also did ballet and acrobatic dance up until middle school, which is why I have so much admiration for persons so dedicated to the craft ✨

Random Questions Tag~

Name: My real name is a secret but you can call me Shima :>

Nickname: Shima. During my rp days my nickname was Susu, but my friends irl like to call me ‘lil nya nya’ or any iteration that relates to a cat because they have decreed that within our circle, I’m the house cat lmao 🐱

Star sign: Libra, aka the most indecisive fucker in the zodiac. Don’t count on me to make decisions, just don’t do it. Spare yourself the pain

Gender: Female

Sexuality: I don’t prefer putting a label on it but if it helps, I am queer

Favorite color: Cherry blossom pink, like my hair!

Time right now: 9:20PM

Average hours of sleep: 6 on work days, 8 when I’m not working

Lucky numbers: I…don’t know? I’ve never really thought about it lol;;

Last Google search: FFXIV bard class and sakura sake kitkats 🍶

Number of blankets: One during the summertime since my sister blasts the a/c but I need two in the winter because my mom likes to leave the heat off and I despise the cold with a burning passion

Favorite fictional characters: Luke fon Fabre - Tales of the Abyss (this game and his character arc in particular saved me during a dark period in my life), Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya - Persona 5, Arsene Lupin - Code:Realize, Sakura from CLAMP,

What are you wearing?: Cat printed pajamas

Favorite Book: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, Kafka by the Shore by Haruki Murakami, After Dark by Haruki Murakami, And then There Were none by Agatha Christie, Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie,

Favorite Musician: Kajiura Yuki, Kalafina, Rurutia, Ludovico Einaudi, Yoko Shimomua, Nobuo Uematsu, Epik High, BTS. I often fall in love with songs rather than I do artists,

Dream Job: I love what I do now but if I had the chance, I really would have pursued something in music 🎹

Number of followers: 6

When did you create your account: This account specifically, since March actually 😅 I’ve been on tumblr since my undergrad days but the hellsite deleted by old blog during the purge

What do you post about?: BTS and other kpop groups I’m interested in. I try to post most of my non kpop stuff and selcas on my sideblog

What made you get an account?: @livefree-and-diestrong actually :> I wanted a space to freely express my admiration for BTS without being made fun of by my friends so this came to be! 😊

Do you get asks on a daily basis?: Never, since I keep to myself and I’m such a lowkey blog

Why did you choose your url?: Shima enaga refers to a species of bird native to Hokkaido, Japan. Idk if the are actually the birds referenced in Baepsae but they are the cutest little cotton balls like omg just look at them 😢

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it! Also bc the only mutuals I have, have already been tagged lol;;

#tag games #shima ramblings

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futurewriter2000 · 7 years ago

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The Coffeeboy

A/N: Here you go you annoying little bug. No jk jk..I love you and I really loved writing this imagine. I’m actually really proud of how it turned out so I really hope you like it too.

PAIRING: James Potter x reader

REQUEST: I was wondering if you’re able to do a muggle coffee shop au? Like maybe the boys(marauders) own the coffee shop. James makes hella good coffee art, Remus bakes pastries, Sirius runs the cashier (“because everyone loves me, Prongs) and Peter often helps Remus bakes with his specialty (cheesecakes ;) ) and then there’s no Voldemort, no upcoming war. No one dies. And then there’s this girl that keeps ordering the same coffee everyday, and James tries to flirt with her using the coffee art.

TAGS: @shadyladyperfection , @huflerin , @nadinissavage , @geeksareunique

For those non-brittish folk, heres the TRANSLATION:

Lost the plot - are you crazy

Swot - nerd

Brill - brilliant

Nutter - a crazy person

On a pull - looking for sex

Give a bell - call you

It has been another day at the Marauder’s map coffee shop. The four workers just preparing themselves for this another cold day in February. Sirius Black, the handsome, flirty waiter and cashier with gorgeous long black curls matching his mischivious grey eyes. Flirty but harmless. Remus Lupin, dashing looking baker with his green eyes and light brown hair flecked with grey strands on the sides. And as much as girls kept swooning over the handsome cashier, they couldn’t keep their eyes away from the mysterious baker. Then there was short yet striking looking boy with mousy brown hair and blue eyes, not as dashing and handsome as Remus and Sirius, yet his choice of words always seemed to impress you. Peter Pettigrew. He helps around, being the cashier and baker himself, he helps Remus with his famous specialty that makes customers wanting for more and his skills in serving them is quite impressive. And the last but not least, we have our tall, knockout of a coffeeboy, James Potter. He was hunky and drop-dead gorgeous boy with hazel eyes, messy jet black hair and a spunky personality. His flawless coffees were sure more than enough to please a customer and his skills in coffee art was astonishing.

Yes, the four workes did their job every day before and after school. But there was one more person, who just can’t be left out. (Y/n) (y/l/n). She was a regular custumer, classmate of all the four marauders, coming for her coffee every day after school and help around whenever she has the time. She was a normal tall/short, beautiful and attractive girl who seemed to charm especially one of the four workers. The coffeboy, James Potter.

��Hello boys! Another beautiful day spent in your coffee place I see.” you smiled as you walked in, placing your bag on your special table and walking up to the cashier.

“It’s a beautiful day only if your loving smile and stunning eyes graces my soul.” swooned James and wrapped his arm around Sirius. “ Because of you: ’ I hold a beast, an angel and a madman inside of me.’ ”

“Reading too much poetry, Potter.” you smiled and sat on the counter.

“Seems that way. Prongs, the next romantic, poet and idealist. The next … Dylan Thomas.” snickered Sirius and unwrapped James’ arm from his shoulder before putting his hand on his heart and starting to quote. “Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. ”

“ I think I know one too: ’Somebody is boring me. I think it’s the cashier.’ ” said Remus and brought another plate of croissants out of the furnace.

“Bog off, Moony.” retorded Sirius and put up a middle finger before noticing two girls walking in. “Bon voyage, (y/n). I have customers coming.” he winked at you as he walked up to the girls. “ Welcome to the Marauder’s map. How can I assist you ladies?”

You giggled at the flirting cashier before turning your head back at James, seeing him holding up a cup of coffee and smiling at you. “Just as you like it, Madame.”

You jamp off the counter and took the warm coffee in your hands. Placing it on the counter you reached in your bag and pulled out your wallet. “ £2.45 if I’m correct? ”

“It’s on me, darling.” he winked at you before turning around and walking away.

You felt blush creeping on your cheeks and a small smile making its way on the corner of your lips. That boy sure knew his way around girls, but you… well, you were sure too well obliviated to his feelings for you.

—

“ The belief in sorcery and its practice seem to have been widespread in the Ancient Near East and ….”

“Nile Valley.” responded Remus, few feet away from you.

You glanced at him and checked the 4th exercise off. “ What does a section from the Code of Hammurabi prescribe? ” you continued with the next question.

“ If a man has put a spell upon another man and it is not justified, he upon whom the spell is laid shall go to the holy river; into the holy river shall he plunge. If the holy river overcome him and he is drowned, the man who put the spell upon him shall take possession of his house. If the holy river declares him innocent and he remains unharmed the man who laid the spell shall be put to death. He that plunged into the river shall take possession of the house of him who laid the spell upon him. ” he answered proudly.

“Wow, Remus. That’s impressive.” you said to him and checked another question off the list. “How about we finish and continue this tomorrow? It’s getting late.”

“ But we haven’t even gotten to the Divination and magic in Islam.” he pouted.

“ Have you lost the plot, Moony. We get it you swot. You’re all smart and brill, now can’t you see she’s tired.” groaned James, throwing the cloth over his shoulder and walking towards you. He squated down and put his hands on your knees. “ By the power of my wicked coffees and your drag of a history book, I set you free.” he smiled and took off his glasses. “I’ll be done in a tad, so why don’t you clean up these books and I can walk you home.” he offered.

“ I’d love that.” you replied and returned him a smile.

The two of you were almost at your house when you turned around and started to walk backwards. “You know you didn’t have to walk me all the way here.”

“And leave a gorgeous girl walking the streets alone. They are full of nutters on the pull.” he replied, taking your hands and walking around you so that now he was the one walking backwards.

“And here I have my brave prince on his white horse and his charming personality to protect me.”

“Excatly. ”

The two of you stopped and you turned your head to your house before turning your gaze back on James’ hazel eyes.

“Well, this is me.” you sighed and took a step closer.

“Sure is.” he smirked, his eyes not leaving yours and his fingers still interlaced with yours. “Why don’t you want to go on a date with me?” he asked softly.

“Because you never asked.” you chuckled and brushed your thumbs on the back of his hands.

“You are so clueless that it’s adorable.” he chuckled. “ The hearts on the coffee, I don’t make them for every customer. My stupid poems, I don’t share with just anybody. Walking someone home, I don’t offer every girl. I like you (y/n) and I would be more than thrilled if you would go on a date with me.”

Hearing those words from him, made you more than just smile. You crushed on the coffeboy for a long time now, you just weren’t sure if the crush was one sided or not.

“Well, James Potter. The feeling is mutual and I would love to go on a date with you.” you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

“So I’ll give you a bell?” he quievred and watched as you walked further away to your house door.

“Oh, I’m counting on it Coffeboy.”

#james potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter au #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #the marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders #marauders au

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remuslxpns · 6 years ago

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remus/sirius + all of them

and here it is @siriusdisaster

how did they first kiss?

One night over a few drinks, they each slowly confessed their feelings-, Remus still not believing any of it. When they kissed, Remus swore his head was going to blow off. That’s how it was.

2. who flirts more?

Sirius loves making Remus blush because oh does that boy blush. Sirius can wake up and say good morning beautiful and Remus would be a flustered mess.how did the relationship start?

3. how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?

It was a silent mutual decision after school, the marauders would live together. They had already lived together for seven years and it only made sense. Until, Peter and James decided to stay at home. For the first few weeks, Remus and Sirius did live together. It just felt right having his best friend only a room away. Even though it was only a room away Remus felt a pang of distance knowing during school they were in the same room. They found the muggle flat by chance and word of mouth. It was settled in London and very near Diagon Alley which was perfect for them.

4. do they have roommates?

For a few weeks or a month, Remus and Sirius lived alone until James knocked on the door with bags.It was an immediate mutual decision for James to stay with them for however long necessary. The flat only had two rooms, but James had no problem staying on the couch. (al though there might be a hole in the wall very near Remus’ room now because his roommates got creative)

5. do they get married (or equivalent)?

After James and Lily died, Sirius was instantly arrested and Remus went into hiding, blocking anyone and everyone out for years.

6. do they have kids?

7. do they have pets?

Yes, Sirius’ dog.

8. do they act different in public and at home?

Remus is much more reserved in public, thinking sometimes hand holding is a lot. At home though he barely leaves Sirius’ side, wanting to be curled next to him for however long or until Sirius moves to get up.

9. big spoon/little spoon?

Sometimes Remus will wake up in the middle of other night with another nightmare. Depending if he begins to thrash or scream, Sirius will run into his room and hold up. Or Remus will push himself off the bed and go to Sirius’ room like a child who had a nightmare. They fall asleep, Sirius holding Remus. Remus loves being the big spoon in any other circumstance. In the kitchen when he comes up behind him in the morning, on the couch when they are just wanting to talk.

10. sleeping habits?

Remus will wake up in the middle of the night, wanting to be held (see above). Remus loves sleeping and will sleep until he’s late for something or someone wakes him up. He does not move and you should not wake him up. The only person allowed is Sirius who Remus will give a morning tired smile to. Sirius usually sprawls on the bed without a care and Remus will find himself a spot curled up next to him.

11. favorite non-sexual activity?

Remus loves combing his fingers through Sirius’ hair and sometimes does it subconsciously. It centers him and grounds him and makes him calm. Remus will read regardless if Sirius falls asleep on his shoulder, he will keep reading.

12. favorite sexual activity?

Remus worst habit is flushing all too much and Sirius loves watching Remus get flustered. It’s almost like a game to see how much he can push Remus by teasing him. His flustering gets quickly turned into neediness when he can’t resist Sirius anymore and needs him in every way. Sirius loves the little sounds Remus makes when he’s going down on him.

There will be times that Remus needs Sirius and will make the first move. His approach is teasing as well and it’s almost out of character that it drives Sirius insane. Remus will roll his hips against Sirius or sit in his lap if they’re on the couch.

13. how often do they have sex?

It starts with a kiss and then deepens. Remus always wants Sirius and the feeling is mutual. There will be days when he is just exhausted and needs Sirius when he comes home.

14. what habits of the other drives them crazy?

Sometimes Remus will leave a mess in the kitchen from his early breakfast makings, coffee grounds or tea that missed the mug but found its way on the counter. Sirius will sometimes leave soot from the fireplace from flooing or the bike.

15. how often do they fight?

There fighting is mostly kept to a minimum because they know each other inside and out. When they do fight it’s because Remus drowns himself in self pity and doesn’t believe anything Sirius says. Either Sirius gets defensive depending on how the fight goes or comforts Remus in every single way.

16. most trivial thing they fight over?

The War. Remus is terrified of everything shooting at them but mostly if Ministry will begin arresting unregistered werewolves. The fear trickles into him every day and manifests into his mind. Remus doesn’t want Sirius to be a liability for him, knowing his chances are getting smaller every day.

17. who uses all the hot water?

Sirius. Remus doesn’t make anything about it and usually joins him in the shower. To save water.

18. who does most of the cleaning?

There will be days Remus would rather do nothing, but if he sees a mess on the table he’ll clean it up. Then it begins and he won’t stop cleaning. There will be so many household charms helping him clean, but he takes care of most of it.

19. what do they watch on tv and do they fight for the remote?

(modern au: Sirius has his shows and movies that he wants to watch. Usually they are very graphic and Remus will fight Sirius until they change the channel to something more family friendly.)

20. who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working?

Remus and ignores when the landlord sighs impatiently and says ‘again?’

21. who answers the phone?

Sirius will rush to the phone even if Remus gets up and says he will. Then he pinches the bridge of his nose when he greets them with ‘welcome to the wolf den what can we do for you today?’

22. who steals the blankets?

They are both guilty of this. Remus loves the feeling of being curled up in a blanket and will steal the blankets in the middle of the night. In the morning Sirius will find Remus surrounded in blankets. Some nights Remus will wake up freezing his ass off only to find there are zero blankets on him and look over to find Sirius completely laying all around them.

23. who remembers things?

Literally none of them. Do not trust either of them to remember anything.

24. who does the groceries?

Remus will make a grocery list and go with Sirius. They end up checking out with more things that weren’t on the list because Sirius throws them in. ‘we need this, Remus. Need it.”

25. who cooks normally?

Also do not trust them with cooking. The only cooking skills Remus can do is make tea and toast. And sometimes he burns both.

26. who leaves their stuff lying everywhere?

Both of them. Remus will leave books and sweaters on the couch and his tea mugs scattered around the flat like easter eggs. Sirius will leave almost everything from shirts to bathroom towels on the floor.

27. what kind of stuff can be found around their place?

(i think this can go with the one above)28. what do their cupboards or shelves look like?

They have the basic kitchen utensils and pots and pans but they are not touched. Remus only uses the cupboards for his mugs and maybe seasonings if he’s feeling creative. In the living room there is a shelf for a community shared vinyl set, Remus having more classics like the Beach Boys and the Kinks and Sirius’ collection having more of the Doors and Rolling Stone.

29. what does their closet(s) look like?

Remus has a variety of sweaters hanging and stacked in his closet. His closet is actually organized, his shoes and boots neatly arranged down below. His dresser however, is a mess. Shelves wont’t be pushed in all the way because there’s too much or it’s not neatly folded. There’s also a lot of things on the floor.

Sirius’ closet is about the same as Remus’ but some stuff is either sliding off the hangers or already made it to the ground. Most of his shoes are lined up outside by the door in the living room.

30. what do they do when they’re away from each other?

When they’re not together Remus will be hanging out with his other friends or literally hanging around the house, falling asleep on the couch or in his bed while he waits for Sirius to come home.

31. do they have nicknames or pet names for each other?

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32. how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, “dad and papa”, “how’s your wife?“, etc)

Remus will casually say “This is Sirius Black, my boyfriend.” While Sirius goes for the dramatics, “this is the love of my life Remus fucking Lupin.”

33. who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Both of them. They each take turns or nose goes because they are indecisive. They don’t argue over not wanting pay they usually take a while to decide because they both want to.

34. how often do they go on dates?

When they can manage. They are both okay with going to the bar for a drink or two or going to a restaurant.

35. typical date night? out or at home?

Since neither of them can really cook they usually go out somewhere. Sirius likes to take Remus out to fancy places to treat him and also to see Remus all dressed up. Even though it’s an enjoyable time Remus likes to just stay at their place and have a drink and talk or do something. Usually cuddling on the sofa or just talking intimately.

36. do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries?

You bet they do. Remus will wake up with Sirius on top of him for most of these occasions before the day begins.

37. what would they get each other for gifts?

They know each other so well that Remus will get something that Sirius probably said he would die if he didn’t have it. Sirius will get something he saw a few minutes before giving it to him and immediately thought of Remus.

38. how do they spend christmas and new year’s (or equivalent family gatherings)?

They will invite everyone they know to the flat and have at it. Since they live there they usually get the most drunk and always wanna play a game or a dance off. They both are really bad at that.

39. who cusses more?

You would think Sirius but Remus will curse at everything. When he’s talking to himself, if he drops something, if he forgets something, if Sirius is sucking him off. Everything. He doesn’t stop.

40. what would they do if the other one was hurt?

Anything.

41. what are little gestures they do for each other?

Sirius will take interest in anything Remus says and if he doesn’t understand something he learns about it and is over the moon talking about it the next day. Remus will make Sirius breakfast if he can or go out and get something before he wakes up.

42. do they know how the other takes their coffee/tea?

Of course they do. Sirius will make Remus’ coffee which is just two sugars and one drop of milk. His tea is always Early Grey with one sugar. Remus knows Sirius because his is easy. No coffee. Only tea. Don’t dilute the flavors because that’s insanity.

43. do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time?

They don’t see each other as much as they used to in school. Work and the Order and other things have taken over part of their lives. If they weren’t living together Remus doesn’t know when he would see Sirius.

44. do they friend/follow each other on facebook/tumblr/livejournal/skype/etc?

(modern au: yes, they would. Remus wouldn’t use it a lot but when he would he would either rave about something he just learned or post about his day and Sirius.

45. (added) morning routine?

Remus hates waking up. If he wakes up before Sirius he will go make tea and bring it to bed for them. If he’s leaving for work he’ll press small morning kisses to Sirius, who pretends to be asleep through it all, before taking a shower and having breakfast.

46. how do they make up after a fight?

They just hold each other and whisper to each other they are sorry and how much they love each other.

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Libraries, Quidditch and Detention

A rewrite of the first fic I ever posted.

Y/N and Remus were studying together for their history of magic O.W.L in the library and they weren't alone. It might have been nearly a month until exams but the library was already filling up with fifth years who occupied in every chair in the place, some had even taken up camp in the middle of the floor with pillows and blankets and everything.

The library was full of the sounds of pages turning, quills scratching against parchment and the occasional outburst from a student who was failing to understand what they were supposed to study. Y/N was pretty sure a few sixth years had made some galleons selling 'brainpower snack boxes' and 'thought enhancing remedies' to these poor desperate souls.

But she wasn't ready to judge, if it wasn't for Remus Lupin she would probably be one of those desperate souls selling their life for a bottle of brain power.

"That literally makes no sense." Y/N stated, her eyes fixed on her close friend. "Like, at all."

"It makes perfect sense, Y/N." Remus sighed, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

"But how!?" She cried in frustration.

Remus, somehow remaining calm in the stressful atmosphere that seemed to hang around every single fifth year student at Hogwarts, patiently explained the parts that Y/N was struggling with.

Almost an hour later and the crease between Y/N's eyebrows had vanished and she was grinning happily, eyes lit up the way they always were when she'd accomplished something. "I get it now! Thank you so much Rems." The girl threw her arms around her friend. "You should take over from Binns, people might actually stay awake for an entire lesson for once." She chuckled and poked Remus' cheeks when a blush crept up on him.

"MOONY!" A voice called through the library, immediately followed by the hushings and the stern voice of Ms Pince telling the owner of the voice to "Be quiet or I'll drag you from my library by the ear."

"I take it your friends have found you." Y/N chuckled, slightly amazed that they'd been uninterrupted for so long.

"Not yet, maybe they'll bugger off. We haven't even gotten started on the Goblin Rebellions." Remus sighed, getting up to put away the book on Giant wars.

Y/N cleared up her notes and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment, playing absentmindedly with her quill while she awaited her friend's return.

When he did reappear, a large volume tucked under his arm, he wasn't alone.

James Potter seemed to have been the one to call for him and was now following the poor lad, hounding him for something no doubt. Y/N gritted her teeth, why did it have to be him. Any of Remus’ other friends she could have dealt with; Peter, with his quiet nature, was easy to get along with. Black, although he was a horrid flirt, could often be great company. But James freaking Potter was, without a doubt, the most irritating, big-headed arse to walk the halls of Hogwarts.

And the feeling was mutual, as soon as Remus had returned to his seat and James had noticed Y/N's presence the energetic grin faded from his lips, replaced by a flat look of annoyance.

"James."

"Y/N."

"Can we help you with something?"

"You can't, my friend can," James said childishly and turned his full attention to Remus. "Moony, I need your help with something."

"Yes, Prongs?" Remus smiled in his usual sweet and patient manner.

"Word is Ravenclaw have a new seeker but no one is saying who. I figured, seeing as you obviously have connections in Ravenclaw," James shot a quick, accusatory glance at Y/N as if it was her fault his friend was talking to people outside his own house. "Maybe you can do some digging and find out for me before the match this weekend. Pads and I have a little…. Initiation planned for him."

"What makes you think it's a him?" Y/N interjected, eyebrow raised as she glared at James.

"Hah, yeah, that's cute Y/N. Hilarious, really."

"Excuse you? What's so funny about a girl being on the Quidditch team?"

"Girls don’t like Quidditch as much as boys! They don't even know the rules!"

Y/N's eyes narrowed angrily. "Rule 1. Players may not cross the boundary lines of the pitch but are permitted to fly as high as they want. The Quaffle must be turned over to the opposing team if a member of said team breaks this rule. Rule 2. Timeout can be called by the team captain and can be as long as two hours only if the match has gone for more than twelve hours. Rule 3. Penalties are taken by a single chaser flying from the central circle toward the scoring area. Only the Keeper may try to prevent a penalty shot. Shall I continue or are you satisfied?"

"Impressive, and where did you read that, little miss bookworm?" James snickered and Remus looked at Y/N, an apologetic look gracing his gentle features.

"Prongs, leave her alone."

James rolled his eyes but obliged. "So will you help me?" He asked Remus impatiently.

"Mate, you just offended my only Ravenclaw friend who might actually know." Remus chuckled and started reading his book. "Ask her yourself." He added with a sneaky smile.

James' head turned to Y/N so fast it surprised her that he didn't get whiplash. "You're on Ravenclaw's team?"

"Don't sound so surprised." Y/N spat, beginning to pack away her things. It was obvious she wasn't going to get much more studying done now.

"B-but… How!?" James spluttered, disbelief written all over his face.

"Remus, I'll see you later yeah?" Y/N, ignoring James, addressed her friend who nodded distractedly, eyes skimming the pages of the book.

"Yeah, laters love." He murmured, not fully aware of his surroundings as he lost himself in his studies, completely ignoring James as he hounded his friend for information.

Many hours later and the interrogation still hadn't ceased. "Moony, c'mon you know her! Just ask her who the new seeker is." James begged his friend, who was finding it increasingly more difficult to enjoy his dinner what with James flicking peas at him and whining every few minutes.

"What's this?" Sirius, having just finished a detention with Peter, plopped into the empty spot beside James and started piling food onto his plate whilst listening to his friend.

"Moony knows someone on the Ravenclaw team but he won't help me find out who the seeker is." James pouted as Peter squeaked a hello and took his usual seat on Remus' side.

"Who?"

"Y/N freaking Y/L/N." James groaned. "Who could believe it right? That bookworm being on any kind of sports team." His eye flickered over to the Ravenclaw table briefly and found her. Hair windswept, her nose and cheeks red from the cold icy winds outside. She'd just come back from Quidditch practice, there was no other explanation for her appearance.

Which meant the new seeker would have been there too! James stood up in his seat, knocking the table and disturbing a goblet of pumpkin juice, and scanned the Ravenclaw table for all the students who looked like they'd just come inside from the cold weather.

"Prongs? Prongs!"

"What?!" James snapped, eyes falling to Sirius who looked amusedly up at him.

"You're obsessed mate. Just go ask her yourself."

"I can't." James sulked, sitting down hard on the bench and pouting. He wasn't used to not getting his way. "She hates everything about me." His arms folded on the table and he buried his head in them.

Sirius threw his head back and let out a loud bark of laughter. "I can't tell what's upsetting you more, the fact that you don't know who the new seeker is or the fact that Y/N doesn't like you."

James' head snapped up indignantly. "Shove off! I don't give a rat's arse about Y/N's emotions. I want to know who that damn seeker is so I can figure out the best way to beat him!"

"Prongs, you really can be so thick sometimes." Remus said with a laugh and continued with his dinner, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"GODRIC, HE KNOWS WHO THE SEEKER IS!" James screeched, drawing the attention of everyone around him.

"Mate, calm down, you look like you're about to shit yourself." Sirius said worriedly.

"Do you? Know who the seeker is?" Peter asked Remus.

"Obviously." He replied in a tone that implied it was rather obvious.

"Why would you say that?" Sirius sighed, glancing at James nervously. The boy was practically vibrating with anticipation, a wild gleam in his hazel eyes as he waited expectantly for Remus to share the news.

"I'm not telling you."

James froze, all the light fading from his eyes. "Why not?" He whined.

"Because I promised not to."

"So? Friends don't keep secrets from their friends!"

"Friends also keep promises to their friends and I promised I wouldn't tell."

"You promised to help me find out who the new seeker was!"

"I never made any such promise."

James sunk down into his seat and resumed his former position of burying his face in his arms. "Life is so unfair." He mumbled, much to the amusement of his friends. "Y/N is somehow a respected member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Remus is keeping secrets from us. Lads, it's the bloody apocalypse I swear."

Sirius patted James on the shoulder before ignoring his friend completely and chatting away with the other boys at the table. The three of them were used to James' bouts of moping when he didn’t get his way and had decided a long while ago that the best way to deal with it was to simply ignore the problem.

The next few days passed by agonizingly slow for James' liking and it was spent with him constantly jumping Remus with questions about the Ravenclaw seeker in an attempt to catch him off guard.

But he was annoyingly stubborn, wouldn't let any information slip.

No one knew who the seeker was, Ravenclaw's team had somehow managed to keep it a secret for the entire week, it seemed like Remus was the only non-Ravenclaw who knew the big secret. James and Sirius had snuck down to the pitch under cover of the invisibility cloak a few times to watch the practice but the horrible weather had obscured their vision, it was impossible to tell whether the dark shapes flying around were people or birds.

Friday dragged on slowly until it was the night before the match and the four Marauders were sprawled out on their favourite couches in the deserted Gryffindor common room with bottles of fire whiskey each. It was tradition to get James drunk the night before a match or he would never get any sleep what with his mess of nerves and excitement.

"I jus- I don't see why you can't t-tell me." James bumbled, hiccupping slightly in his intoxicated state and stretching out in his armchair, swinging his legs over the armrest and head lolling over the other side.

"Even if I told you now I'm not so sure you'd remember it." Remus said in amusement, watching James attempt to take another sip of his drink and end up pouring half of what was left on his face.

He blinked in confusion, wondering why his face was cold and his bottle was empty, as Sirius fell off his couch in fits of loud drunken laughter. Peter, the soberest one of them all, rolled over on the floor to face Remus. His feet swinging wildly in the air as he rested on his front, cupping his chin in his palms and looking up at the boy.

"Hey Moony, I've been thinking…. About who Ravenclaw's seeker is."

"Mmmm?"

"Is it-"

"SHHHHHHHHH! Don't tell Prongs." Sirius snickered, crawling back onto his couch and slopping some of his drink onto the floor.

Peter got up and loudly whispered something into Remus' ear which Sirius, being seated beside Remus, managed to hear.

"NO! THERE IS NO WAY IT'S-"

"Yes, it is." Remus interrupted Sirius' rant. "And you're not going to tell anyone, are you?

"Holy…"

"I knew it." Peter grinned triumphantly.

"Ok, n-now you guys are just being mmmean."

"Oh hush up Prongsie." Sirius hiccuped and downed the rest of his firewhiskey. "You'll find out in the morning."

"Can you tell me now?" James begged his friends as they walked down to the pitch. Three out of four of the Marauders were in their usual Gryffindor robes and the other was in his scarlet red Quidditch gear.

"You're going to find out in exactly twelve minutes." Peter pointed out.

"That's twelve minutes of not knowing!"

"You've survived an entire week, you can go a bit longer." Remus reasoned.

The group split up when James left them to go to the Gryffindor change room where the rest of his team was, all of them in an uproar about Ravenclaw's new seeker.

"Who is it? Did anyone get a look at Ravenclaw's team?"

"Potter! Did you find out who the seeker is?"

James glowered and said that he had no clue who the seeker was.

"The match starts soon so I guess we'll find out on the pitch. We've practised for this, it doesn't matter who their seeker is, we're still going to destroy them!" The captain's voice sounded loud and clear, soothing the team's worries.

The captain, Royce King, was part Veela, which helped when he was named captain. James would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of the attention Royce got so effortlessly but he couldn’t deny that the guy was a phenomenal chaser who had certainly earned his position.

The team grabbed their broomsticks and headed out onto the pitch. The Ravenclaw team was already out there and in the place where the seeker should be….

"No… You're kidding me," James exclaimed. "Y/N freaking Y/L/N?!" And in that moment, James finally understood every single one of the subtle hints Remus had been dropping all week. Finally understood how much of an idiot he really was.

Of course it was her! She met his infuriated glare with a wave and a dazzling smile that stunned him. How dare she add to his humiliation by even managing to make the horrible Quidditch gear look less horrible when she was smiling at him like that. His distraction made him miss the whistle by a second and by the time he had risen to the air, everyone else was already in motion and Y/N... She flew beautifully. It no longer shocked James that she had been chosen as seeker, the only shock was that it hadn't happened sooner.

A Bludger flew right past his face, barely brushing his nose and reminding James that he was floating hundreds of feet in the air because he was here to win. With his mind half on the game and half on Y/N as she darted past in a blur of blue and silver, James flew into the fray.

"Twenty minutes into the match and this is the third time Potter has crashed into another player. Folks, I think it's safe to say that Gryffindor's golden boy is turning silver after this performance." The commentator's voice boomed across the pitch

Y/N smiled to herself, eyes scanning the pitch for 'Gryffindor's golden boy' and spotted him across the field looking dazed as if he couldn't quite figure out where he was.

A very distinctive difference from his usual attitude on the field. "Who knew I could have this kind of effect on you, Potter." Y/N called as she flew past him.

"Shove o-" His words were cut off with a low grunt of pain.

"AND POTTER IS KNOCKED OFF HIS BROOM BY A WELL AIMED BLUDGER FROM RAVENCLAW'S BEATER! NICE SHOT HUDGENS!"

Y/N spun her broom around and dove after James without a second thought. Other players had also flown after the falling boy but none had been as close as Y/N. She reached out her hand and grabbed his, slowing their descent until they his feet touched the ground.

The second James' toes hit solid ground he released Y/N's hand and stumbled away from her. "Don't do that!" He said angrily.

"Do what? Save your life? Are you too proud to admit that you were saved by a girl?" And before he could form any kind of response she kicked off the ground and flew back into the game.

"I'll show you 'too proud'. Accio broomstick!" The fallen broom flew into his outstretched hand and he was off, this time flying with a newfound determination. Their brief interaction reminded James that no matter how angelic Y/N might appear to be, she was still the most annoying, stuck-up brat in the entire school.

And he was determined to beat her.

"James Potter is back in action! It seems like all Potter needed was a good life-threatening situation to find his talent and boy is he using it! King passes the Quaffle to Potter who- WHAT A GOAL! POTTER IS BACK PEOPLE!"

Y/N listened to the match play-by-play while she scanned the pitch for any sign of the gold flash that came with the Snitch. She watched James Potter fly around with the usual confidence he held when playing Quidditch, catching the Quaffle and darting past players and Bludgers with ease – one of the very few things she admired him for. And then there it was, flitting past the Gryffindor goals. The Golden Snitch.

The Gryffindor seeker was watching Y/N closely so she didn't let on that she'd found the snitch. Instead, she began a straight downward dive.

"IT LOOKS LIKE Y/L/N HAS SEEN THE GOLDEN SNITCH AND PATRICK IS HOT ON HER TAIL!"

The ground flew toward the girl, closer by the second. At the last minute, she pulled up and shot along the grass toward where she could still see the snitch still flittering about. A crash and a scream signified that Patrick had hit the ground, hard. "MERLIN'S BEARD, Y/N PULLS OFF A PERFECT WRONSKI FEINT AND, IS THAT? IT IS! SHE HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH! THE MATCH IS OVER! RAVENCLAW WINS 230 TO 90!"

"I hate her," James growled, his hand clutching his broomstick so tightly that his knuckles were turning white as he watched the cheering crowd of Ravenclaws carry Y/N back up to the castle. The other Marauders were trailing behind their leader, quietly laughing, while he stormed through the change rooms in a rage. "Gryffindor hasn’t lost a match since I joined the team. And now this…. Bookworm is somehow allowed to play and the entire order of things is lost."

"You mean the order where you always come out on top?" Peter asked with a silent laugh.

"YES!"

"I think Y/N was allowed to play because she's good." Remus remarked, thoroughly enjoying his friend's distress. "Did you see how she was flying?"

"That… wasn’t good that was luck." His voice raised a few octaves higher than his normal tone. "Pure. Beginners. Luck." He muttered, walking faster. He threw his broomstick in with the others and changed his clothes furiously.

"You seem tense." Sirius commented when James ripped his undershirt in his rush to change.

James went on as if he hadn't heard Sirius' remark, clearly meant to upset him further. "She cheated. It's the only explanation. I don't know how but she did and I'm going straight to Dumbledore with this. She must've enchanted her broom or-or conjured up a fake Golden Snitch to pretend to catch. I'll bet she even bewitched that Bludger that knocked me off my broom!"

"You're being an idiot," Remus said. "You know she won fair and square now hurry up and change, you need to go straight to the hospital wing."

"I'm fine." James snapped, yanking on his shirt and storming out, leaving his friends behind.

Three days later found James Potter roaming the night darkened halls of Hogwarts under the safety of his invisibility cloak. He usually preferred to leave his studying to the unnoticed hours so he could be alone but recently he'd taken to doing nearly everything after hours. Everywhere he went people were talking about the 'incredible' match on Saturday and how Y/N had pulled off the perfect Wronski Feint on her incredibly lax school issued broomstick.

James was sick of it. Every time he saw her she was practically glowing from the praise and the attention. Remus had chalked it down to jealousy and ignored any other conversation about his new BFF.

Sirius and Peter had suggested humiliating her with a surprise hex to turn her teeth blue 'In honour of Ravenclaw spirit' as Sirius had put it but James wanted nothing more than to ignore her very existence.

Something that proved to be very difficult, she was EVERYWHERE. On the posters people had hung up around school, apparently someone had gotten pictures of her catching the Snitch, of her pulling out of the Wronski Feint and letting Patrick hit the ground (an injury he was still recovering from) and some idiot had thought it would be brilliant to plaster pictures of her 'saving' James' life, as if he couldn't have gotten back on his broomstick if he wanted to.

Her face was everywhere he went.

Even, it seemed, in the very back corner of the library where James had intended to hide in at the dead of night. He'd been hoping for some time alone to study in peace without having to hear about stupid Y/N and yet there she lay, sprawled out on a pile of pillows, reading a thick book by wandlight.

"Are you serious!" James snapped, forgetting that she couldn't see him.

"Stupefy!" The spell hit its mark and sent James crashing into the wall and the cloak sliding to the floor. Pain rippled through his back, setting off his bruised ribs from where he'd been hit by that stupid Bludger during the match.

"BLOODY HELL! STOP ATTACKING ME!"

"Oh, Merlin I am so sorry!" Y/N rushed over to him and tried to help him up only to be shoved back.

"And stop helping me!" The girl stood back and watched him struggle to his feet, wincing each time he did.

"I'm really sorry, you just came out of nowhere and I'm usually alone when I come here and I couldn't see you so it was like a reflex in case you had bad intentions and I am so, so sorry." Y/N rambled on, fading to a whisper when she noticed the dirty look he was giving her.

"If I didn't come here with bad intentions I certainly have them now." He spat, moving to pick up his cloak and wincing again in pain. Stupid Y/N with her stupid timing and her stupid face.

"Sweet Rowena, I really hurt you didn't I?" Y/N watched his progress, regret written all over her face.

"No. I'm fine." James stated, too proud to admit how much pain he was really in but Y/N was having none of it.

"You're lying, come sit down until you feel better." She helped him over to her pile of pillows and settled him in carefully, ignoring his angry refusals.

"Can't you just leave me be!" James snapped.

"You're the one that snuck up on me!"

"And you shot me!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't fix my bloody ribs now does it!"

Y/N winced. "Are you badly hurt? Do you want me to get a healer?"

"I'm fine." James snapped then immediately regretted being so harsh. "It's not your fault." He admitted in a quiet voice, despite not wanting to believe a single word it.

"It's at least 20% my fault."

"Only 20! It's 80% your fault!"

"You really do complain a lot, don't you?" Y/N sighed. "And would you mind being a little quieter, I've no intentions of being caught out of bed at these hours."

"Why are you out of bed so late? I'd have thought that goody-two-shoes Y/N was too afraid to break any kind of rule."

"What I'm doing here is none of your business."

James raised an eyebrow and gave her a charming smile. "I'll tell if you do?"

She pondered this for a moment, before agreeing. "Only if you go first."

"I asked first!"

"If you don't tell, I won't either so what'll it be, Potter?"

James sighed in defeat. "I came here to study. Now spill."

"Promise you won't laugh."

"Heavens woman, what more do you want from me."

"Promise!"

"Alright, alright, I promise not to laugh now tell me."

Y/N took a deep breath as if she was about to tell him some horrendously embarrassing secret. "I come out here after hours to read."

"You're joking? That's the big secret?"

Y/N nodded once. "That's it."

"What are you reading?"

"Nothing you'd be interested in." She said too quickly, sliding the book out of James' reach.

James reached for his wand. "Acc-" Y/N's hands flew to cover his mouth, accidentally punching him in the face.

"OW!"

"I'M SORRY! It's just, do you even realize how stupid that spell would have been? You were going to summon a random book you don't know the name of in a library. Can you imagine the disaster that would cause?"

"You punched me in the face!"

"It was an accident!"

"Stop injuring me!"

"I can't help it!"

A thud echoed through the library, making both of them fall silent. James pulled a piece of parchment covered in a map from his pocket, a new creation he and his friends had recently made, and scanned it quickly before putting it away. When he looked up at Y/N to assure her that it was nothing his mind seemed to blank when he looked into those Y/E/C eyes. How could one girl do that to him? Instead of saying anything he found himself taking in every detail.

"Are you okay? You look like you're in pain."

James blinked and the spell was broken. "Probably because someone threw me into a wall not ten minutes ago."

"You said you were fine!"

"I'm not!"

"Oh I'm sorry, did I damage your delicate ego or something?"

"Now that you mention it, yes!"

While he ranted, James leaned toward Y/N who seemed to be too annoyed to even manage to look at him. His fingers ran along the cold floor searching for…. Got it!

He whipped the book from behind Y/N and held it out of reach as she tried to grab it. "James! James give it back!"

"Not until you tell me why you're reading..." He paused when he tried to read the title of the book, an opportunity for Y/N to snatch the book from his hands and hold it securely against her chest, glaring at him as if daring the boy to try and steal her book again. "That's from the restricted section, no wonder you're reading it in the middle of the night." He laughed and dodged Y/N's attempt to clobber him over the head with the thick volume.

"You promised not to laugh!"

"I'm sorry but, Godric, what a joke, leave it to you to risk expulsion for a damn book." James said amid his constant giggles, Y/N tried to look angry which lasted for only a few seconds before her own musical laughter joined his. It occurred to James that it was the first time he'd made her laugh, and even worse, he was actually beginning to enjoy her company.

Boring old bookworm, Y/N was proving to be more exciting than she let on.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Y/N asked when she'd stopped giggling like a small child.

"Only if you promise not to tell anyone about my secret."

"I don't even know any of your secrets."

James' lips spread into a soft smile without his noticing. "Okay, I'll tell you one so that we're even."

Y/N tilted her head, matching his smile with her own. Her actions only brought James' attention back to how stunning she truly was. "Yeah? It better be good."

"Oh, it is." He leaned in closer to her, heart racing in his chest. "My secret... is that I'm dying to kiss you right now."

Her breath hitched and those mesmerizing eyes darted down to his lips for just a second. "That's... an interesting secret." She whispered.

"May I?" He whispered, thoroughly enjoying the effect his words had on the girl as she visibly shivered. She leaned toward him slightly before gathering up her things and speaking rapidly again.

"You know it's getting really late and I-" James grabbed Y/N's wrist as she was about to stand, pulling her back down beside him and grabbing her chin gently so that she faced him, effectively cutting off her by kissing her.

The moment their lips connected James felt as if he'd left his body behind and he floated in and out of this newfound euphoria that came with kissing Y/N. The feeling of her lips moving against his could only be described as every single great moment of his life all compiled into one touch.

His hand moved up to tangle itself in her soft hair, wanting nothing more than to feel her against him.

Then it was over, far too soon, as Y/N pulled away from their embrace. Her eyes were widened in shock. She squeaked out something about being tired before practically running off.

"Shi- Y/N! Wait!" His pain long forgotten, James picked up his cloak and bolted after her.

He ran out of the library and collided with someone in the hall who definitely was not Y/N.

The someone let out a triumphant laugh and grabbed James by the arm when he tried to dart off the other direction. "ANOTHER ONE!" Filch's voice cried out gleefully. "I hope you two enjoy detention."

"I can't believe the nerve of that boy! We hate each other, I mean I'd literally just stunned him and then he- he just…" Y/N trailed off mid-rant, suddenly caught up in the memories of that night. The softness of his lips… The feeling of his hands on her… Even the memory of how he'd looked was causing butterflies to wreak havoc on her appetite. Those brilliant eyes... His hair and the way it seemed so perfectly messy and how she had been aching to run her fingers through it...

"Y/N?" Claire, a fellow Ravenclaw waved her hand in front of her friend's face in an attempt to snap her from her trance. "Y/N?"

"What?" Y/N fell back from the memory and looked around frantically.

"Where did you go just now?" Claire asked. No one knew about the kiss, or at least Y/N hadn't told anyone.

She wasn't so sure if the same could be said for James because every time she walked past him and his friends they'd all start elbowing him and whispering things that were surely about her, a thought that set her anger off in flares, she was so annoyed at his very existence that she'd even been avoiding Remus on the off chance of running into James.

"Daydreaming, sorry, I didn't get much sleep." Which wasn't completely false, Y/N had had a hard time getting sleep lately.

"Stress?" Claire said sympathetically.

"Something like that…" In truth, her dreams had consisted of nothing but James freaking Potter for the last two nights since their kiss. Dreams that always left her breathless when she woke up and thanking every deity she didn't talk in her sleep.

"Well, I would suggest we go study tonight but you have your detention." Claire sighed, her sympathy so obviously fake this time. Y/N knew very well how amusing the whole event was for her friend.

Y/N's first detention, Claire was treating it as if it was some kind of rite of passage. Claire's humoured expression was wiped away with one of barely hidden annoyance. "Potter alert." She hummed, nodding her head in the direction of the hall's entrance where, indeed, the Marauders had just walked in.

Three of the boys made their ways to their seats while one of them stopped to scan the hall. James was searching the place for someone, and Y/N had a sneaky feeling she knew who. Her suspicions were confirmed when Claire squeaked in surprise. "Why is he coming over here?!" She hissed.

"Merlin knows." Y/N muttered, suddenly finding her half-eaten dinner very interesting.

"Hey, Y/N. Claire." James sidled into the seat beside Y/N, effectively drawing the attention of the students sitting around them.

Barely hushed whisperings spread through the crowd like fiendfyre and soon enough the small trio had attracted the prying eyes of nearly everyone in the hall.

Brilliant. Y/N ground her teeth together in annoyance. If there was one thing she hated it was being the centre of false rumours, which was bound to happen after this meeting.

"Can I help you with something, Potter?" Y/N tried her best to keep her sight fixed on the plate before her but her eyes betrayed her and latched onto him like magnets, drinking in the sight before her. And boy was it a sight.

He had obviously just come inside from the rain because small droplets of water clung to his perfectly messy black hair – Y/N had to physically restrain herself from reaching over and smoothing it down – and a stray droplet of water was slowly making its way down his cheek. His cheeks were flushed and his hazel eyes were alight with an excited gleam. His clothes were ruffled like he'd thrown them on in a rush that morning.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that thing that we have." He replied in a cheery tone and helped himself to a chicken drumstick. He pointed his drumstick toward the door, an unspoken sign for her to follow him. There was no way in hell she was going anywhere alone with him, it'd just be another chance for him to besmooch her.

"Can't, sorry. I've got to go see Professor Slughorn about the potions O.W.L." She grabbed her bag and walked away as fast as possible, the second she was away from the prying eyes of her fellow classmates she broke out into a run.

In her rush to escape the great hall, Y/N had run to the other side of the castle before nearly collapsing from the aching stitch in her side. A glance at her watch had determined where she would go next, detention started in ten minutes. A whole hour she would get to spend in a classroom with Professor McGonagall and James and, hopefully, some other people would be there so she could place them between herself and the boy who seemed so desperate for her attention.

She reached the classroom with plenty of time to spare. As she walked in her heart dropped down to her stomach, not only were there no other students in the room but McGonagall herself wasn't present yet.

Y/N sat in her usual seat in the front of the class, right by the teacher's desk, and settled in for what was, no doubt, going to be a mind-numbingly boring hour. The door opened and Y/N didn't even have to look to know who it was.

"I'll see you after detention! Let ya know how it goes." James called to someone outside the room before the audible sound of the door swinging open marked his arrival.

Curse you, James Potter. The one time you arrive before the professor.

The door shut with the usual dull thud and then James was dumping his bag onto the desk and slouching into the empty seat beside Y/N.

What a surprise.

"You do realize there's an entire classroom of empty seats, right?"

James stared at her as if not understanding her point. "But none of them are next to you." He replied in that same damn cheery tone.

"That's kind of the point." Y/N muttered grouchily as Professor McGonagall finally arrived.

YN had never been so happy to see the woman.

"There will be no talking, no whispering, no humming, complete silence. You will write the following lines," A long paragraph appeared on the chalkboard at the wave of her wand. "Any complaining or tomfoolery," Her piercing gaze was fixed on James when she said this who simply smiled back sweetly. Sweet Rowena, it was cute. "And I will add another hour onto your detention. Understood?"

The pair nodded and so began Y/N's first detention ever.

Only fifteen minutes of silence and the door burst open. "Professor! Come quick! Sirius Black and his friends have released the owls into the library and they need all the professors to help round them up!" She was up and out of the room the moment the student had mentioned Black's name.

"And she is McGonegall." Y/N muttered without thinking and was surprised when someone laughed loudly.

The boy beside her had been so quiet she'd completely forgotten he was there. "I'm going to kill Pads, that owl trick was my idea."

"If they ruin the library I'm killing you both."

"Relax, your precious library is safe." James snorted. "Remus would never let us do anything to harm his beloved books."

"At least one of you has some culture."

Instead of shutting up at the harshness in Y/N's voice, as she'd hoped, James simply smiled adorably again and shook his head out of amusement. "I can't believe I used to find you annoying, you're just too damn cute." Y/N blinked, completely at a loss for words. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that oh Godric." James ran a hand through his still damp hair. "I wanted to start this by saying I'm sorry for kissing you, I should have waited until you said it was okay or something. I completely misread the signs and I'm sorry."

His apology stunned her more than the compliment. "It's okay. You're surprisingly good at kissing anyway." She shrugged, turning her attention back to the lines they were supposed to be writing and hoping he would drop it.

"You liked kissing me?" A huge grin graced his features and Y/N hated the fact that when their eyes met he made her nervous. Of all the emotions she was used to feeling around James Potter (annoyance, anger, pure hatred and more along those lines) she had never felt nervous around him.

"I didn't say that." She said quickly. "Just that you're a good kisser."

"That's basically the same thing."

"Hardly."

"Will you go on a date with me?" Smash. Y/N had been dipping her quill in ink when James had blurted out the question, shocking her so much that her hand jolted and knocked the inkwell to the floor. Ink splattered their shoes and glass flew everywhere but all Y/N could think about was the words that had just come from James Potter's lips and he still wasn't finished. "I don't know how but in three days I've gone from hating you to something completely different and I really don't understand what the hell is happening. All I know is that I really enjoy being around you and arguing with you about silly little things and if you give me a chance I'm completely certain that you'll feel the same way."

"Are you… being serious?"

"No, I'm being James and I guess I'm asking the girl I like if she likes me too."

Y/N dropped her quill, moving on instinct, she grabbed James by the tie and kissed him. Once more his touch sparked fireworks behind her eyes, her entire body felt the way his lips moved against hers, felt the warmth of his hands as they pulled her closer. And this time she wasn't holding back, she finally ran her fingers through his hair just as she'd been dying to do for so long. James was the one to pull back this time, he had to, no longer being able to keep the huge smile off his face long enough to kiss her.

"That's a yes, by the way." Y/N whispered.

"Did it work?" Was the first thing Sirius said when James exited the classroom with Y/N following closely behind, the boy frantically signalled for his friend to shut up but it was too late.

"Did what work?" Y/N asked suspiciously, eyes darting between the two.

"Good luck." Sirius whispered to his friend before darting off like the amazing friend that he was.

"James?" Y/N crossed her arms, staring him down inquisitively.

James breathed out slowly and messed up his hair absentmindedly while he spoke. "Don't get mad… But theguysmayhavereleasedtheowlstogetMcGonagalloutofdetentionsothatwecouldbealonepleasedon'thurtme."

"In English, please?"

"The guys released the owls to get McGonagall out of detention so that we could be alone... Please don't hurt me." He winced as if preparing for Y/N to punch him but, to his absolute surprise, she laughed.

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hi! i know this is from a long time ago but do you think you could try this sentence starter? thanks. “this whole time you’ve still been in love with her… not me.”

pairing: Harry & Ginny → Luna & Ginny

word count: 2.2 k [read on ao3]

Harryhad known. He’d probably known before Ginny did, but how was he supposed to payattention to the sexualities of his classmates when he didn’t even have timethink about his own? He had missed a whole lot of teenage exploration becauseof dark lords, prophecies, and the war (if that wasn’t obvious enough).

Sowhat if Charlie Weasley looked just as hot as Cho Chang? If Cedric “HufflepuffHottie” Diggory was pretty? If young TomRiddle was handsome? That Angelina Johnson was a dream and Hannah Abbot, blessher heart, was extremely adorable? None of it mattered, not when he had a man(a term used loosely) slithering around in the back of his head and horcruxesto hunt.

Itdidn’t matter at all.

Atleast, it hadn’t. Past tense.

Withthe war over, Hogwarts rebuilt, Shacklebolt as minister, and normal lifefinally under way, Harry had time to finally stop and think. Think about life.His life.

Henow had a godson, little Edward Lupin, who was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.He wanted to be there for Teddy, wanted to be a part of his life just as muchas Andromeda was going to be. Remus had named him godfather for a reason and hewas not about to scorn that title; he would do everything within his power tobe there and do what he could.

He hadthe rest of Potter vaults left by his parents, and the Black vaults left bySirius. The sums of both could have it so he and his children’s children wouldnever have to work a day in their lives if they didn’t want to. Despite that,he still wanted to accomplish something, wanted to do something, wanted to havea normal job, a normal house, and a normal life. A family.

Whichbrought him back to Ginny. Lovely Ginny. The girl who’d stolen his heart anddeserved the world. He would never not love Ginny, just as he would never stoploving Ron and Hermione, Neville, Dean, and Seamus, McGonagall, Hagrid, andFlitwick; many people had a place in his heart and Ginny was one of thosepeople.

Hehad kissed Ginny, held her, smelt the shampoo in her hair, and counted thefreckles on her cheeks. She was a blazing star, bright and boiling over withlife even after everything she had gone through, after everything they had allgone through. Harry would always love Ginny, always be happy she was a part ofhis life, and always see her as one of his best friends in the world.

Thatwas the problem. They were still dating, or they at least had never impliedthat they weren’t. Ginny had agreed to brake of their relationship during thewar and see where it all went once it was over.

It (the war) was over.

It (the relationship) was going nowhere.

Alot had changed in the months he had left with Hermione and Ron. The spark hehad felt with Ginny all that time ago, even though it wasn’t very long at all,just wasn’t there. It was gone. Missing. Non-existent. Poof.

Therewas nothing wrong with Ginny, nor was there anything wrong with him. It was simplyhow life worked sometimes. He had dreamed of getting married, settling down,having a few kids. That dream had been with Ginny for quite a time. Now, itwould end up being with someone else. A male someone else, if his other headhad anything to say about it.

Heknew Ginny most likely felt the same way. At least, he hoped.

Harrywasn’t very observant, even at the best of times, but there was one thing hehad noticed, and that was the way Ginny looked at Luna. Lovely, lovely LunaLovegood, another good friend who deserved the world as Ginny did. Who deservedGinny just as much as Ginny deserved her.

Itwould be a mutual break up, over good terms, and they would still sit next toeach other during Sunday dinner at the Burrow. Their friendship would notsuffer and they would both move on.

Itwas only early July and it was sweltering at Ottery St. Catchpole. Harry couldfeel sweat gathering at the nape of his neck, right under the edge of hisrobes. He had spent the previous week caring for Teddy. The boy had constantlychanged his hair color to match Harry’s whenever Harry was in sight.

Itwas endearing, downright sugar-sweet, and Harry felt his heart ache over thefact that Remus and Tonks would be unable to experience it.

Hewalked along tall grasses that stretched out on a trodden down path, the Burrowgetting closer and closer as time passed. It was Saturday, and he planned onspending the night, as per Mrs. Weasley’s needling. The majority of the otherswould be coming later or on the following day for Sunday dinner, which wasquickly becoming a tradition that even Percy never missed.

Whenhe finally reached the edge of the main yard, spotting gnomes scurrying alongthe side of the house towards the backyard, he breathed a sigh of relief. Hewould be able to get out of the heat.

He’dbe able to talk to Ginny.

Shesat out front reading a book, her hair cascading down to hide her face fromview. Freckles drenched her arms and legs with different shades of spots, asthey normally did at the height of summer. She was relaxed, safe, at peace.

Harrywalked up to her, his shoes making muffled crunches against small stones andgrass. Ginny looked up when he was ten feet away, a smile overtaking her faceas she stood up. She left the book open in her haste, throwing her arms aroundHarry’s shoulders with a bubbly laugh, as if she hadn’t known he was coming andwas over delighted. He hugged her back without wasting a moment.

“Ithought you weren’t coming until tomorrow?” she asked, finally stepping back.

Harryshrugged, “So did I, but Andromeda was ready to take Teddy back a day early andsaying no to Andromeda Tonks-”

“-is impossible.”

“Exactly.”

Theyboth laughed at it. A bead of sweat trickled down Harry’s forehead.

“Comeon, let’s get inside. Mum has some lemonade and we can booby-trap George’sroom. He’s coming over around seven,” Ginny started walking towards the housebefore she finished, and Harry followed as always, the book forgotten.

Mrs.Weasley was knitting another blanket for Teddy in the sitting room. She got upthe second Harry walked into the room, pulling him into a tight hug andpressing a kiss onto his cheek. His heart burst with affection for the woman,thankful for the lemonade she gave to him and Ginny and for the cooling charmsthat enveloped the space.

“Ididn’t know you were showing up so soon Harry, how was Teddy?”

“He’sdoing well; I’ve never seen a happier baby. I’ll be looking after him againsometime in August, but we are all welcome to visit any time,” he told herafter taking a few gulps of his drink.

“That’sgood. Made any decisions as far as future plans go?”

Ah.The future question. Kingsley had asked the same thing, wondering if Harrywould want to start auror training or go back to school come September. He hadn’tmade up his mind about everything yet, but going back to school was definitely thefirst step. Hermione would ring his neck otherwise.

“Iwill be going back to Hogwarts when the term starts to actually attend myseventh year and take my NEWTS. After that, I don’t know. I don’t think that Iwant to be an auror any more though. I’ve had enough of chasing dark wizardsdown for the rest of my life,” he told her honestly, glad when she merelybeamed. Ginny seemed happy too.

Heknew the Weasley’s would always support his decisions, but to see it in frontof him lifted a weight off of his shoulders.

“Youhave time. None the less, how about you go upstairs and get unpacked. I am sureGinny wants to talk,” she shooed them towards the stairs.

Halfempty glasses in their hands, Harry and Ginny went up the winding staircase ata sedate pace. The heat was felt in the hallways again and would hang over themoppressively until they got to her room.

“Andleave the door open! It’s not even eleven o’clock!”

“Mum!”

Harrytried not to laugh; he really did, especially since Ginny shot him a look as ifdaring to do anything was a crime. They made it to her room before he broke outinto laughter. She hit him, not lightly, before she flopped back onto her bed.She didn’t spill a drop of her drink.

Heset his glass down on her dresser, shuffling over awkwardly towards the otherside of the bed. She patted the vacant spot with a hand setting her own glassdown on the floor. They soon sat next to each other in silence. Comfortablesilence. But silence.

Ginnyeventually shifted to sit up, her knees knocking into Harry’s as she sat facinghim. The bed creaked quietly. More silence.

He’dmiss her. She’d still be there, that he had no doubt, but it wouldn’t be thesame. But, it wouldn’t be fair to her if he said nothing either.

“Thisis harder to say than I thought it would be.”

Sheonly rolled her eyes, poking his leg with one of her toes, “You open your mouthand make some noise.”

“Oh,ha ha, that’s not what I meant.”

“Thenspit it out.”

Itwas said humorously, with a cheeky looking smile that was so Ginny it madeHarry’s resolve all the more immediate.

“Iwanted to talk about us, you know, as a couple.”

Ginnydidn’t tense up, but she seemed to still.

“Weagreed to try it out again after, well, everything. And you’re great, more thanthat really, but I keep feeling guilty and I need to say something. You deservebetter than what I am able to feel,” he paused, resisting the urge to rub theback of his neck, “Merlin, this is hard.”

Herface softened, her smile dimming.

“Look,I saw you with Luna after the battle. I don’t know exactly what you two wentthrough in Hogwarts with Snape and the Carrows in charge, but I could see howhappy you were. Not happy ‘cause you both survived, I mean- yes, that’s a partof it, but more than that, and neither one of us has said anything. We’ve beenbusy and everyone is expecting us to become this power couple or whatever-”

“Harry-”

“It’sbeen months. That spark isn’t there, for either of us. This whole time you’ve beenin love with her, not me. And that’s fine. I am more than pleased, if anyoneshould have you as a girlfriend it should be Luna. You’d both be fantastictogether and-”

“Harry.”

Hefinally shut his mouth, face heating up because what if he was wrong? What ifhe messed everything up? Fuck.

Herbrothers were going to kill him.

“Thankyou.”

Heblinked. She looked so relieved. Any tension that had been gathering disappeared;her eyes were alight in pure glee. Her shoulders bounced with silent laughs andhe knew. She understood.

“Ohfuck, I thought you were about to cry or something.”

“Me?Cry? Harry James Potter, who do you take me for?” she asked with mock hurt,pushing against his chest to make him stumble back.

Harrylaughed as the bed creaked louder.

“Ihonestly had no idea how to bring it up- I thought I hadn’t found the right guyyet and you were essentially the dream boat I’d been waiting for,” she stopped,cheeks pinking.

“So,what you mean to say is, you prefer the company of girls and I was the finalnail in the coffin?”

“Likeyou have anything you can say; I’ve seen how you look at Draco Malfoy duringquidditch matches-”

“Haveyou seen the guy? His personality leaves much to be desired, but his looks…”

“Nah,his Italian friend is where it’s at.”

“BlaiseZabini?”

“Yep.”

Theyboth burst out laughing again. It had gone well. More than well. Perfectly.

“Seriouslythough, you should ask her out,” he finally spoke up a few minutes later afterhe had accio’ed his lemonade back into his hands.

“Icould probably go over right now and ask, see if she wants to come to dinnertomorrow.”

“Ithink that’s a plan.”

“Mhmm,of course, I may want to wait until my brother’s get here first,” her speechslowed down as she went on, a grin once again back on her face.

Harry’seyebrows rose.

“Ihave to drop the news that Harry The Chosen One Potter broke my poor feminineheart, that I will never again find solace in another’s arms after this tragedy-”

“BecauseI broke up with you or because you walked in on me with some bloke?”

“WithBlaise Zabini.”

Shedashed out of the room, with Harry hot on her heals as laughter rang throughthe house. Their friendship hadn’t been hurt, not at all.

(Andif Harry told this story at Ginny and Luna’s wedding years later, it had onlymade it better.)

#Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #hinny #linny #this was a really nice prompt so thank you!! : )#I'm very happy w/ this tbh #hope you like it!!#hp: Harry #hp: Ginny #fikcja #whomst?

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