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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.2 K Warnings: None Prompt: It's time to get back at Severus for being a constant ass... This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 37: Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man After Midnight)

You had retired to one of the tables alongside Remus to explain your plan. It was simple enough to execute, and it wouldn’t cause any harm. Well, as long as Ackley’s prank treats didn’t cause any harm, since your entire plan depended on those.

“You think it’ll work?” you asked him.

He bit his lip, a small frown adorning his handsome features as he thought about it, about 5 seconds later he nodded, a small smile spreading on his lips. “You’re a brilliant little witch, aren’t you?”

You beamed at his praise, standing just a bit straighter as he said it, and leaned in just a little closer to him, cheeks brushing against each other as you went over the plan by whispering into each other’s ear.

“Mister Lupin, Miss (Y/LN), pleasure to see you here,” a voice said from behind. You turned to your teacher with a smile.

“Professor Slughorn, we must thank you for the invitation.”

He nodded, “Oh no, the gratitude is mine, such a lovely presence adorning the party,” he said. “I see you’ve made an interesting choice,” he said, now turning straight to you, “How did Mister Black take it?”

Remus looked at you from the side, seeming weary at Slughorn’s question, you simply smiled at the teacher, “Sirius is more than okay with it,” you reassured. “In fact, he did mention he wasn’t a big fan of Christmas parties.”

Slughorn raised his eyebrows and nodded, you tightened your smile, then another wizard approached Slughorn. “Ah, Roan,” he said with a smile as he pulled the young man and placed a hand on his back, having him face the two of you, “These are some of my best students,” he said pointing at both you and Remus. “Exceptional Wizards,” he praised, “Remus is clever and strong, and this young lady here is brilliant at charms and hexes, I would know, she accidentally hexed one of my kids,” he said, hailing the way you had confringoed Evan. “Very advanced spells I tell you, they would both be brilliant additions to your department,” he said.

The man smiled, he was slightly shorter than Remus, but held his head high with a smile and a rather prideful look, not in a bad way though, Roan, reminded you a lot of Nightshade actually, that same regal look, thought his hair was a lighter brown and his skin was a lot more tan in comparison to her. He extended his hand to Remus. “Roan Elnore,” he said, “pleasure to meet you both.” Once he shook Remus’ hand, he extended it towards you. His hand was rough and strong, on the smaller side compared to your boys’ thought.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Elnore,” you responded.

“Please, call me Roan,” he said with a laugh, “Mr. Elnore is my father.”

“Roan,” you said with a smile, you didn’t miss the way Remus stepped closer to you after that, as if protectively, or perhaps, possessively. Roan didn’t miss it either and he took a short step back, that’s when you noticed a sharp claw mark that shone from behind his ear to almost the front of his neck, it was outside of Remus’ field of vision, and you weren’t sure if Roan had purposely moved his head in such a way that’d you’d have to notice or if you had just perceived it that way.

But the scar almost made you lean closer, it was dreadfully similar to the ones that covered Remus’ body, and to the three –now healing– marks across your arm. You almost stepped closer to try and perceive it better but held back when you realised, again, that Remus’ shoulder was almost in front of yours, impeding you from walking any closer.

“Your department?” Remus asked.

Slughorn smiled as if he had been waiting for one of you to ask. “Ah yes, Roan here, works for the ministry, why don’t you tell them all about it while I go greet some more guests?” Slughorn said as he patted Roan on the back and moved to talk to some other students.

Roan laughed awkwardly, “Some things never change, do they?” he said with an awkward smile, “I work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” he said with a smile, Remus tensed and it was you who stepped closer to him this time around.

“Oh, really?” you said, mustering a charming smile as you attempted to divert the attention from Remus, “And what do you do?”

“I oversee the Registry of Dangerous Creatures,” he said simply. “We basically have to make sure all creatures like goblins, giants, trolls, dragons, werewolves, etc. are identified and–”

You could feel Remus tense even further and you casually dragged your hand to his, taping your finger over his until he wrapped it around yours, you tightened it reassuringly. “Punished?” Remus offered.

“Salazar No!” Roan answered as he shook his head, “I know some people who despise dangerous magical creatures, yes, but while they are dangerous because it’s in their nature, it doesn’t mean they’re not either provoked or without the capacity to control themselves,” he explained. “Werewolves, for example, can be extremely dangerous, but only a few times a year.”

You smiled at that, “Yeah, I agree,” you responded. “Most ‘dangerous’ magical creatures are only such a thing because we have invaded their natural habitat and provoked them.”

“Exactly!” Roan said as he leaned onto you, clearly happy that you understood exactly what he meant. “It’s what I’ve been trying to convince the ministry of,” he explained, “It’s a tough battle, but I don’t plan on giving up.”

“We’d both be pleased to help,” you said with a smile, now paying a closer look to his scar, it most definitely looked werewolf-infringed.

“Roan, darling!” you heard a familiar voice approach and were slightly taken aback when you witnessed the way Seraphina wrapped her arms around the young man and pulled him into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said with a smile, looking at her with adoration. You turned to Remus and he gave you an equally confused look.

Roan pressed a short kiss to her lips and then turned back to you, “Do you also teach this young couple? Slughorn was giving me all sorts of praises for the two of them.”

Remus pulled his hand away from you in an instant, feeling nervous after giving the man such an impression.

Seraphina, who had her hands on Roan’s arm turned to you, a kind of shine in her eyes you saw only when you cast the right spell on a duel, or when you got the answer to a question correct, “They’re not a couple darling,” she explained simply. “And yes, I do teach them, in fact, I’ve talked to you about her,” she said pointing at you, “She’s my star duelist.”

“It is her?” he asked with raised eyebrows and Seraphina smiled and nodded in return, you swallowed at that, “You’re Silas’ daughter?” he asked almost in disbelief.

You nodded in return. “And that’s Remus Lupin,” she said, emphasising his last name.

“Blimey, you’re the son of my boss,” he said with a gasp. Remus smiled awkwardly, he had never been the son of anyone’s boss before, and while he knew his father worked at the Ministry, he didn’t know of him having many people working directly for him at the department, but he had been working there for almost as many years his own age, so in a way, it made sense. Regardless, Remus felt like Roan was placing him on the same level as you, as if your father’s exceptional political career was equal to his own father’s. He had never felt like that before. Always failing to understand the weight on James’ or Sirius’ shoulders after coming from pureblood families.

“You’ve met Lyall?” you said curiously, “I’ve only ever heard from him. Hopefully, I’ll get to meet him soon.”

“He’ll be delighted by such a bright young witch, surely,” Roan replied.

“Certainly,” agreed Seraphina.

“You are married?” you asked, looking at the two of them with a charming smile, following along the conversation and changing the focus when you noticed Remus didn’t seem too comfortable with them speaking about his father or the registry. Remus, on the other hand, was absolutely impressed with how well you were handling the conversation. It’s not that he struggled to maintain conversations, but you managed to keep the talk flowing with a rather effortless approach.

And it wasn’t because you were particularly outgoing, but you had been to several political events with your parents, so you had kept a lot of conversations with older people before, you were awfully used to the politics, and you had developed a way to use your charm to veer conversations in whichever way you needed them to go, in this case, away from Remus and his father’s work.

Seraphina smiled at your boldness, “Not yet darling, we decided to wait a little bit more until things were less complicated and we could make a big party with no looming danger,” she said. “Roan here has a lot of family members, and they sure would be offended if we made a party without inviting them.”

“She says that, but it’s her family that would be really offended,” the man reproached. “And trust me, you do not want to cross the Nightshades,” he leaned a little closer. “They can be terrifying sometimes.”

You smiled at that, giving a small look at Nightshade before nodding in agreement, yes, she was stunning, but that didn’t take away her presence, she was delightful in a rather icy way, like an ice queen that could freeze you if you did something that could upset her, and yet, you still liked her very much.

Nightshade jokingly shoved Roan by the shoulder, it was rather interesting to see this side of her, a lot more playful and youthful in comparison to the much more stoic ballerina vibe she gave off as a teacher, it made you wonder how she might have been when she was just a student.

You had taken the moment Roan leaned closer to pay a little more attention to his scar, and then when he was shoved by Nightshade, you noticed there was another one peeking from his long-sleeved shirt, barely a the tail of a scar, but you had seen similar ones, on Remus’ hands.

“Are you planning anything tomorrow?” You asked the two of them. “I mean, I know it’s the last day of class and you must be rather busy with grading and such, but we were thinking of preparing a small dinner,” you said pointing at both you and Remus, “With the rest of our friends, of course. And if you’re still around, Roan, you’re more than welcome to come.”

Remus, whose hand had at some point travelled to your arm by crossing his behind you, squeezed as if trying to remind you what day tomorrow would be, but you being so calm with stating you would have a dinner had thrown him off guard too, since obviously you had planned no such thing. You didn’t pay much mind to it, almost completely focused on Nightshade who gave you a sharp look, almost telling you she had understood exactly what you were doing while narrowing her eyes. You gave her a soft look in return, even throwing in a bit of a tight-lipped smile.

Roan’s breath caught in his throat for only a second before he turned to you, “Oh, thank you for the invitation, but I must get back to London with Seraphina early in the morning, we still have some business in the ministry.”

“Of course, do not worry, I’m sure we’ll get more than enough time to meet again on a different day,” you said. “Anyway, Rem and I were just about to walk over to the food table when Slughorn came over,” you explained, “would you like us to bring you something?”

“No darling, we just ate,” Nightshade said as she sent a courteous nod to both you and Remus and started moving towards a different place.

“It was nice to meet you guys, if you’re ever over at the ministry, I’d love to see you,” he said as he followed his girlfriend along.

Both you and Remus walked over to the sweets table and then towards one of the corners of the room, “What was that about the party?”

You turned to him, almost peering through your lashes before raising your head, a small smile on your lips, Remus thought he’d never seen such an angelic look on someone with a smirk before. “You didn’t see Roan’s scars, did you?” Remus tilted his head. “He had one on his neck,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his and tracing your finger over the same area but on his skin. Remus almost shivered at your touch, your hand was cold from the drink you had grabbed at the table, and you assumed that had been the reason for the way his breath hitched on his throat and pulled your hand back.

You then brought your hand up and traced your finger over it too, going first over the long sleeve of your dress near your upper arm and then just for a second touching your own skin. “He had another one there.”

“Well, he works with magical creatures, dad also has a few of those,” Remus said, missing your point, and perhaps a little annoyed at the fact that you had been paying such close attention to Roan.

“Yeah, but they didn’t look like just any scar, think of Alastor Moody, I’m sure you’ve seen at least a few pictures of him on the paper, his scars are different.”

“How come?”

You let your hand hover over your arm before deciding it would be a bad idea to remind Remus of the now-scarring tissue on your shoulder and decided to grab his hand instead. “They looked like this,” you said as you let your finger brush lightly over one of his scars. “The same depth, tones, tightness.”

“Are you implying that–”

“I thought I was imagining things, but I’ve gotten pretty used to the way they look, Remus, I’ve seen them up close,” you took a deep breath, as you moved your shoulder just slightly, almost involuntarily but Remus noticed. “They were the same.”

“So– whatever did it must have been–”

“Like you,” you concluded. “Roan said they were only dangerous at certain points of the year. He even said he was trying to persuade the ministry. That's a pretty solid stance on werewolves compared to the rest of the people.”

“He didn’t have as many of them,” Remus said, remembering some of the scars on his own face and the rest of his body, some you had seen, some you hadn’t. Even some already healing you had unwittingly caused the previous moon. It was silly really, how the two of you had scarred each other when you were the last people who would willingly hurt the other.

You nodded, “Threw me off guard too,” you admitted. “But he’s older, Remus, and some time ago Nightshade admitted she knew what you were when she got hired, that she was close to Dumbledore even before she was a teacher here, and I just thought… What if he hired her because she already knew how to deal with, well you know.”

“But the scars, it still doesn’t–”

“That’s why I invited them to dinner.”

“He said he had to work,” Remus said with a shrug. “He could have been telling the truth, although…”

“You smelled his nervousness, didn’t you? I wasn’t paying attention to their answers, but rather, to their reactions. Nightshade threw me a look I know well, a warning. I think she knows I was close to figuring it out… and then there was the way Roan was holding his breath, I mean I cannot smell nervousness, not when I’m not Vixen, but I can see it. And you? Tonight especially.”

Remus was frowning, looking at the floor and yet nowhere in particular as he bit his lip. He’s thinking, you realised. It was a look you had seen him make more than once when he was analysing situations, then he turned to you, his brown eyes could easily let you see how worried he was, “He smelled funny.”

“You think he’d notice the same about you?”

Remus sighed heavily, “I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s a lot of people, I was paying close attention because-” he trailed off as if he didn’t know what exactly to say after that.

You looked at him, now analysing the situation at hand. The way he had stepped over you protectively, and how he had been looking at Roan rather intently. Roan was handsome. Not your type of handsome but attractive nonetheless. What if Remus was attracted to him…? You almost felt your cheeks warm at the thought crossed over your head. You couldn’t have drawn a more faulty conclusion. For someone who had identified a werewolf after one simple talk, you had, so far, been terrible at realising your friend’s feelings for you.

“You were curious,” you offered, giving Remus an easy way out, and he nodded. It was better for you to think that, than knowing that, in reality, he had actually been smelling the way you reacted to Roan. But most of all, he was trying to make sure that you still smelled like him. He almost couldn’t live without being able to feel his scent all over you and Sirius anymore. He sometimes wondered if that was the wolf, or if he was just possessive like that. More often than not it was hard for him to draw the line where Moony ended and Remus started.

“Yeah,” he added.

“He seems like a convenient friend to have,” you said.

“What if he’s evil though? What if he’s with the other werewolves, like Forrester or… Greyback?” You knew what a delicate subject Greyback was to Remus, he had told you the story of how he’d ended up being a werewolf. He had told you about Lyall and his prejudice and how Greyback had escaped and then taken revenge on him by using his child.

You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “He wouldn’t be with Nightshade,” you said, “She’s too sharp and perceptive. You know she was offered to work with Moody but rejected being an auror in favour of coming here?”

“Really?”

You nodded, “Dumbledore asked her to do it, and she was thrilled to teach DADA,” you told him. “If Roan was dodgy, she would have already sent him to Azkaban.”

“Maybe she’s blinded by love.”

You smiled at that, “You really think someone could be blind enough not to see a deatheater?”

Remus thought about it, if either you or Sirius were deatheaters, he for sure wouldn’t have noticed. “Would you ever suspect Sirius to be one?”

“Of course not,” you said honestly.

“You’re in love,” he said with a shrug.

“You wouldn’t suspect him either, and it’s not because you’re in love with him.” If only you knew. “It’s because you know him, because he’s your friend.”

“Maybe we’re blinded by the love we have for our friends too.” You looked at him with a smile and pushed with your shoulder just a little. “What?”

“I think we’re passed Pissy Moony and we have Sad Moony instead.”

He gasped, a smile playing on his lips regardless, “You think I’m saying that because of the moon?” You shrugged, mirroring his simile and raising one of your eyebrows as you did. “How would you feel if I said the same when you’re on your period?”

You snickered at that. “Well I do get a little pissy sometimes,” you said with a shrug.

“You’ll admit you get pissy on your period just to maintain your argument?”

You pretended to think about it for a second and then nodded. “You know, it’s kind of nice.”

“Getting pissy on your period?” he teased.

You shoved him in response, “No silly, having a friend who understands,” you said. “A male friend that understands,” you clarified. He raised an eyebrow at that and you shrugged. “You’ve always been more understanding, it’s probably why Lily had a crush on you in 3rd year.”

“She what?” Remus gaped.

“You’re telling me she never told you? She said she did!”

Remus thought back, and then remembered. Lily had said he liked him, in potions at some point when they were partners, but she had said it in such a casual way, Remus didn’t actually realise what she meant, he had been rather worried about other things he was discovering about himself back then, especially the kind of things that he couldn’t exactly talk about with other people. “I thought that was… I thought she meant it platonically.”

You responded to that with a simple incredulous look.

“I said thanks!” he said afterwards, you busted out into a laugh, looking at him as you bit your lip, he was slightly red, and looked adorable all flustered. You were looking at him fondly when you felt someone pushing you as they walked, forcing you to crash against his chest. You were a little stunned by such an unexpected fast movement and had grabbed onto his arms to keep yourself from falling, Remus had done the same to you, holding you just tight enough for you not to fall.

You stayed in Remus’ familiar embrace for just a couple of seconds before turning your head to look at the person who had pushed you, half expecting them to say they were sorry when you noticed who it had been. Fucking prick, you thought as you saw Severus walk towards Barty with his head held haughtily high.

You looked up at Remus, a determined look on your face he instantly identified as your need for payback. Severus had been a total prick all night and no matter how upset Lily had been with you, you were going to retaliate, and not with poisonous words this time around. You leaned back onto Remus, “You already know the plan.”

Remus only nodded with a smile, he wondered if that was what you did on your dates with Sirius too, be all over each other and plan sneaky pranks. Of course, he did it unconsciously, and almost felt bad for even thinking of it, but if that was how it was, he thought it would be splendid.

You walked over to Johnny Ackley as he kept an eye on the Slytherins. Once you reached the boy, you gave him your charming smile, to which he responded with a quirked eyebrow, “May I help you?”

“Indeed you may,” you responded, grin growing ever wider. “I’ve heard you’re an entrepreneur, great businessman too.”

He smiled at your use of words to describe him, “You’ve come for a bargain?”

“Indeed,” you replied with a smile. “Now I don’t want any Rumpelstiltskin tricks to be pulled under your sleeves. Tell me your exact price after I’ve made my request. How many of those trick treats do you have left in your tray.”

“I have only one safe one left,” he replied honestly. “But I’d give it to you for free.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his smile, he wasn’t half bad at this game, from what you’d heard you’d expected him to be a little less capable as a businessman, but he clearly knew that was not the reason you had approached. “Good, because I need that one out of the tray before we make a deal.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, “You cannot kill anyone with these,” he joked.

You scoffed playfully in response, “Why exactly would you think I– Actually, never mind,” you said, and then proceeded, “you said one of those gives bad breath?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, someone’s already taken that one,” he said with an apologetic look, “looking to get away from your date?”

“What?! Not at all! Remus is great!” You weren’t sure why the thought of someone implying you’d want to get away from Remus had upset you so much, but you choked it up to the fact that he was your best friend and that you had to defend his honour because of it. “I’m looking to get back at someone who has been pushing people around since they got here.”

“Ah, of course. Unfortunately, Severus didn’t want to have any of these,” he said as he pushed the tray up just a little, “I’ve offered a few times already.”

You huffed a laugh. “Of course, but you haven’t tempted, not in a way that matters to him,” you said with a smirk, the kind of expression someone who had a plan would make, “what other things do they do?”

Now it was his turn to smirk, and he pointed at one of the treats, “Makes your headache,” he turned his finger to a different one, “gives you the hiccups,” he hovered to another one, “makes you horny–”

“Wait, really?” you asked.

“Want to give it a try?” he teased.

You almost punched him. “That seemed like a terrible trick to play on someone. Could have some nasty uses. You sure you wouldn’t get expelled if they find you out?”

“Not that horny, jeez,” he said. “Belby helped me develop some of these, they are safe and recreational.” He then hovered his pointed finger back on the tray. “Gives you a terrible stomach ache, you can only get rid of it by dancing or kissing someone. And this one–” he said pointing at one with what looked like grey scales on top, “twists all your words so you say the exact opposite of what you mean.”

You smiled at that, instantly knowing which one would be useful for Severus and his nasty little mouth, “Green is the only one that’s good, right?” Ackley nodded in response. “And the price?”

“A piece of your hair.”

You frowned at that. You knew what people could do with hair, you did not want anyone going around with your face. “Hell no!”

“Do you even know how precious it could be? I know people who would pay so much for it!” he tried to reason. “We could even split the profits.”

“For my hair?”

“Hey! A lot of people have a crush on the new quidditch player,” he stated. “I’m sure they’d have a kick with polyjuice and someone willing to help.”

“Ugh, gross!” You said, honestly horrified at that.

“And people also like Sirius,” he said thoughtfully, “would you consider it cheating if someone had polyjuiced themselves onto you?”

You looked positively scandalized by the idea, “Well of fucking course it would be!”

Ackley shook his head as he tsked, “It’s a million-dollar idea, I’m telling you! You lack vision!”

“You wouldn’t sell your hair if you knew they were gonna use it to satisfy some weird as fuck kink!” He gave you the kind of look that clearly said he would and you scoffed.

“Okay, I assume Remus, Sirius and James’ hair is also off the question? What about Lily’s? Or Tom’s?”

“Ackley, I’m not giving you the hair of any of my friends.”

“Your loss,” he said with a shrug. In truth, Ackley did not expect you to agree to either of those requests, but he also knew he wouldn’t lose anything by trying, especially not when you had come to him for help, “If it’s not hair then… would you be willing to brew a potion for me?”

“What potion?”

“I overheard you talking with McGonagall after the game, I reckon she’ll give you the recipe for a contraceptive potion. Think you’ll be able to brew it?”

Fucking hell, now it wasn’t only McGonagall who thought you and Sirius were nothing but horny teenagers. “Yeah, of course, I can brew a batch.”

“Fantastic, they sell incredibly well,” he said with a smile. “But I lost my dealer last year.”

“It will only be one batch though!” you added, a little more vocalised this time around, trying to make it clear.

“Of course, of course. That’s fine though, the scarcity will make it more expensive. I’m terrible at brewing, but I’ll get you all the ingredients you need once you send me an owl with the list, does that sound fair?”

You smiled, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal, Johnny.”

He gave you a short wink and nodded at that, “And a good one indeed.” He then looked over your shoulder, at the Slytherin boys. “What’s the plan?”

“Just show up near us and offer some treats in a few minutes, play along if necessary. Remus and I will do the heavy lifting.”

“Easy enough,” he said with a nod and disappeared in the crowd.

You smiled and walked back to Remus, he was a lot closer to the boys and you started a casual conversation with him, telling him about some of the homework you were supposed to do over the break and asking, subtly –according to you– what he’d like to get on Christmas. Now it’s not that Remus realised you were asking him for your own sake either, he was rather enthralled by your talking to pay much attention to your not-so-subtle questions.

“What did you ask Father Christmas to bring over?” you asked him. He quirked an eyebrow giving you an incredulous look, “Aw come on! You cannot tell me you’re too old for presents.”

He shrugged in response. “I’m not sure, back in the house my parents always got me rather practical things, well except for mom, she always got me muggle toys.”

“Really? Were they fun?”

“Some of them, for sure. I once got a small broom horse that my father enchanted so I could use it to fly! It only allowed me to go up a few feet, but it was incredible!”

You gasped at that. “Really?”

He nodded, “And at some point, they even got me a muggle hamster, he was horrified of me though, had to give the poor thing away.”

You gave him a pitiful look. “At least our children like us both equally,” you said, thinking of Pyro and Nummie. You and Remus had already developed a whole system that would keep them fed while you were out on vacation, they had already gotten wide enough to be dangerous when transporting them home. Remus chuckled at that, letting his mind wander just for a second, he could never have children, not with his condition. What if his child ended up like him? The fantasy was nice, though. You looked to the side, Ackley still wasn’t close. “But… what would you like to get now?”

He shrugged, “I’m not sure, to be honest. Maybe a jumper or something. You keep stealing those.”

You gasped at that, swatting him playfully on the shoulder. “For the scent thing.”

“Nah, you’ve been stealing them even before the scent thing,” he said, and it was true, not that he minded it much, he loved it when he got them back and they smelled like you and Sirius. You shook your head in response.

“But what do you actually want, though?” and then you gave him a look. “Don’t think practical, be delusional about it if you need to.”

Delusional? I’d like to have you and Sirius… at the same time, he thought. “Haven’t really thought about it, maybe something comforting? Or a cool band T, like the ones Sirius has…” alternatively one from him. “What about you? What do you want to get for Christmas?”

It was your turn to shrug now, “Not sure either,” you answered sincerely. “I was thinking of getting a muggle gaming console, but I highly doubt it will work with the magical fields here in Hogwarts, so getting it on the summer break might be better.” Remus agreed with a simple humm. “If I do get something muggle it will be like Sirius’ cube.”

“He hates it,” he told you. “He’s been struggling to solve the puzzle since he got it. I think he’ll end up transfigurating it or something.”

You giggled, the image of Sirius struggling with the cube diverting you more than it should. Sirius was always very capable, so thinking that a muggle puzzle would frustrate him, was rather amusing. You could almost picture him throwing the cube to the wall in a very child-like tantrum after trying for very long and not achieving much with it. Perhaps that’s why he was already rather cranky back when you had worn Minho’s sweater. “I feel like Dromeda gave it to him on purpose.”

“Oh, she must definitely did,” Remus agreed with a smile. “We should write her a letter, telling her that her gift was an absolute success.”

“You think she wouldn’t mind? I mean, us writing her even though I don’t actually know her personally?”

“I’m sure she’s heard lots about you, bet she’d be more than thrilled to hear from her new cousin.”

You pushed Remus lightly after that, he knew Andromeda had heard about you already, she had sent him a letter a little after Sirius sent her one mentioning you were now in Hogwarts too. She wanted to know every single thing about you. Of course, Remus, who already considered you wonderful, ended up sending her a rather short and concise story telling her just that, but that if she needed any more information she was to ask Sirius instead because he was not about to meddle in his best friend’s business anymore.

“Treats?” Johnny said as he approached, offering them to some other students but moving rather fast before they even got to dig their hands inside the platter. He passed by you and moved towards the Slytherins.

“Hold up, wait!” you said as he looked your way, the platter on display right in front of the Slytherins. You turned to Remus and called his attention by tapping the back of your hand softly on his chest, “I tried the pink one earlier,” you said. “It was delicious, you should try it,” you said then as you approached Johnny.

Severus gave you a look, at both you and Remus approaching and then turned to the platter, there was one pink one left. So, naturally, and with the intention to piss you off, he took a hold of it and plopped it onto his mouth.

Jonathan Ackley turned to him shocked, but managed to keep it together and hold the snigger threatening to leave his mouth. He had tried to get Severus to eat one of his trick treats so many times and it wasn’t until you and Remus intervened that he managed to do it.

“Oh, you wanted that one?” he asked with a clearly fake concerned expression. “I’m very sorry, I’m sure there are many others you could take instead.”

You looked at him with an annoyed expression, of course, he had just done exactly what you wanted him to do, but the way he had responded, the fact that he really thought he had taken the treat you wanted, it made your bIood boil. If there was anyone that could make the worst side of you flare up, it was Severus Snape. Exactly like it had happened earlier and with equally disastrous results –Lily was probably still angry at you.

“Well, that’s all right, Severus,” you said with the most neutral tone you could have mustered, “I can still take the purple one, I heard Imogen say it was good,” you said simply.

“Which one?” Barty said as he turned. “This one?” he asked as he plopped it into his mouth.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Ackley said, pretending to move the tray to the side, but Evan intervened and grabbed him by the arm. Softly, but firmly.

“What? Do you only give treats to the Gryffindors? I’m sure Slughorn wouldn’t be too happy you’re neglecting his own house,” he said as he grabbed onto one of the leftover treats and popped it into his mouth.

“Reggie, would you like one?” he asked, Regulus, who was a few steps behind, and talking to someone else, turned around, slightly oblivious to the situation at hand and nodded. You gave him a warning look and sneezed when he hovered his hand over some of the treats. He gave you a pointed look and hovered his hand over a different one, you sneezed again.

“Bless you,” Ackley said as he turned to you, eventually Regulus took hold of the one with the green mousse on top.

You breathed out calmly and then turned to him, “Thank you, Johnny.”

While Regulus savoured his treat, you realised Barty blinked a few times and left to the other side of the room. The headache treat he had taken, had been of fast action apparently.

Then James approached, placed an arm over Ackley’s shoulder and leaned over the tray. The Slytherins could not know of the involvement of either you or Remus in the little prank, so it’s not like you could actually stop James from taking one of the treats, but he already had one on his hands.

Fuck it’s that one, you thought as you looked, there was still one on the tray. It’s the stomach ache one, well getting a kiss will not be that hard for James, will it? Besides, it was a lot better than the alternative… You moved quickly, taking hold of the one that was left on the tray and turning to James. “Switch with me?” You asked politely. “I really want to try that one, yeah?”

“I don’t know, Vix,” James teased, Did he have no idea? He probably didn’t.

“James mate,” Remus intervened. “Be a gentleman, would you?” James gave him a look. “Follow the Marauder’s code.”

James narrowed his eyes at Remus but nodded, you quickly switched with him and James left with the treat on his hand.

You gave the small cookie one last look before plopping it in your mouth. Downing it all before Remus even got the idea of eating it instead of you, which you knew he would, but you also knew he’d be in a lot more trouble than you would be if he did take that particular treat.

“Delicious,” you said honestly.

“Of course it would be, you sensible girl,” Severus said.

You gave him an amused look, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said you, sensible girl! What the heaven?” Severus looked genuinely confused. “BIood loyalist! What in the Godric Gryffindor have you not done to me?”

“Me?” you asked confused, “Whatever could I have done to you, Severus? I was just getting my own treat.”

Evan started to hiccup on the back, he looked uncomfortable more than anything, so he left to search for Barty a little later. Regulus was still standing there, looking like he was just understanding what was happening.

He gave you a complicit smile and turned to Severus with a rather confused stance, “I ate a treat too, and nothing’s happened to me.” He then proceeded to place his hand on Severus’ head, as if to check for temperature. Who would have thought Reggie could be so brazen?

Should have known, he’s Sirius’ little brother, after all.

“Put your hands on me, Regulus,” Severus spat, desperately, although his words didn’t match his tone.

Regulus pulled back with a frown, instantly recoiling after hearing Severus’ words, not because his tone had been imperious –that was always the case– but because of what he had demanded.

“Sev–” he asked cautiously, but he was interrupted by the boy whose name was uttered.

“It was that angel! She did not do this to me. Godric cherished heaves! This is exactly what I’m trying to say!”

You broke into a giggle then, “Well, Sev, I never thought you’d be giving me so many compliments in one go, but thank you very much.”

“You and you’re clever –cherished–”“ he looked genuinely frustrated, “–cherished heavens– your handsome fiend.”

“My handsome fiend?” you asked as if surprised. “I have no such thing,” you added with a devious smile. “You are my only fiend, Severus.”

Ackley had already bolted, but Remus and Regulus were still standing there, Remus looked like he was about to break into a laugh. Severus had turned red, “You stunning lady!”

“Woah, Severus, I have a boyfriend,” you teased further, just to spite him. It was almost funny that he was saying such nice things now, it really put into perspective how nasty he was on a daily basis.

“Sev, perhaps we should take you to the infirmary, you don’t look all right,” Regulus intervened again.

“Yes! I mean YES! Godric bless it! Cherished heavens, this is exhilarating.”

“Regulus is not wrong,” Remus said, in his always conciliating tone, “You should probably go to the infirmary.”

“You WILL go unharmed after this,” Severus said as he turned to you with a threatening finger.

You waved him a polite goodbye as Regulus took him away and got him to sit down at a nearby table while trying to calm him down.

“Didn’t you mention there was only one good treat left?” Remus asked once the two of you managed to catch your breath. You nodded in response, “Who took it? James? Reggie?”

“Could have been the one I ate…” you said defensively.

“Yeah sure, like I didn’t see you sneezing so Reg didn’t take the one that James took and you ended up chowing down in the end.”

“Reggie took the good one,” you admitted. “Saved James by giving one that wouldn’t affect him much.” Remus frowned when he saw James dancing next to Lily, he had been dancing before he went for the treats too, he probably wouldn’t even feel the effects of the potion. “Johnny said that one gave you a stomachache that could only be cured by dancing or kissing someone, I figured James would have obliged either one without giving it a second thought. Especially if he got yet another excuse to kiss Lily.

Remus gave you a long look and wondered what would have happened if you had taken that one. Would she have asked me to dance? To kiss her? Of course not, she has Sirius.

But what if Sirius wasn’t around, what if I was the last resort… would she kiss me then? “And the one you saved him from?”

You took a deep breath at that, thinking of the treat you had taken, red, the colour of lust, you thought, Ackley must have thought things through when he asked Kless for help.

“Nothing to worry about,” you said with a shrug, you weren’t sure how exactly the red treat would affect you, but you knew it would 100% be a lot worse on a man. “Trust me, I’d be worried if I was a boy.”

Remus frowned at that, “What do you mean you would be worried if– What on earth did you eat?!?!”

“Shhhhh,” you said, a little stressed. “It’s okay, Remus. Don’t stress about it, I won’t stress about it, and things will be alright,” you said as you turned to him, you hadn’t quite noticed how broad Remus’ shoulders were until they were right in front of your face. Actually, you might have noticed how broad they were before but you had never found them so attractive, had you?

Fuck, it’s taking effect, you thought as you looked at your friend and bit your lip, fucking hell. At least you could use curse words without them getting all twisted.

“You can’t just ignore feelings until they disappear,” he said, hypocrite, his own inner dialogue shouted back at him.

“Remus,” you whined, dragging out “e” from his name. “Please, please, let’s not talk about the potion I took and do something else instead?”

“Like what?”

Kissing in a broom closet, your brain shouted at you, you shoved the thought to the back of your head, “Dance?” you offered.

“Do the effects also go away with dancing?”

You looked to the side and thought about it. You guessed, in a way, they could. “Yes.”

The rest of the night went in an instant, between dancing and trying to focus on anything other than the fact that Remus looked damn good that day. From the moment he took off his suit coat and kept only his navy shirt, that was just the right amount of tight on him. Or the way the pants were also a little too tight and let you see his toned legs.

Warmth crept up your cheeks each time your gaze lingered a second too long on Remus, the guilt gnawing at you whenever your head started objectifying him, and the potion wasn’t half as bad as it could be, you weren’t needy or anything like that, but fucking hell did it make you insanely aware of how attractive your best friend was. It wasn’t torturous, except for the fact that you kept thinking that: that night, you’d be sleeping with him and Sirius.

That sounds terrible, you thought as you winced. Vixen and Padfoot would be sleeping with Remus because of the moon– yeah, that’s better.

“You all right?” Remus asked concerned as he saw the expressions you weren’t quite managing to hide appear on your face, winces, smiles, frowns, whatever was going on in your head, including a rather large inner monologue. Perhaps the potions were making you overthink stuff?

And boy were you most definitely overthinking stuff, way too much stuff, and all at the same time. If anything, you’d say the potion had made your mind work 10,000 kilometres an hour –you were doing that on your own– rather than making you exceptionally sensitive to teenage hormones –that was the actual potion’s work.

In fact, the potion wasn’t some frivolous “horny” concoction, like Ackley had described. Kless had tried to describe it to Ackley, to narrow down exactly what would be going on –chemically– on the person that took the potion, but Johnny had given up about halfway through and decided to call it a horny potion. That was nothing close to what the potion actually was. If anything, it was meant to reveal truths obscured by your own defences, a lot closer to what love potions did than it was to aphrodisiacs. In Kless’ own words, it was more “akin to a mirror for the soul rather than an instigator of base desires.”

The potion was a carefully elaborated brew that Kless had designed with slightly selfish purposes, he wanted to use it on himself. Now that sounds terrible when you think of it as a horny potion, but it was never that. In fact, Kless’ intention was just to make himself a little more sensible to his very own feelings. You see, what we know of love, is actually a series of rather complex chemical processes that happen in our brain, things involving neurotransmitters: dopamine –involves pleasure, rewards and motivation–, serotonin –which regulates the mood–, oxytocin –also known as the love hormone–, Norepinephrine –yeah, the same one that’s related to adrenaline–, endorphins and a myriad of other chemicals that would take much more dedication to explore, but Kless did it anyway.

Now his investigation had a reason –no he did not want to make a love potion– he wanted to know if he really liked someone in particular, and he knew that, while there were probably easier ways to tell if you liked someone (like those quizzes on Witch Weekly, and doing a bit of introspection) he also knew that a potion that allowed you see your own true feelings for someone could be really useful. So he gathered some interesting ingredients, that according to his research would help: Moonlit Petals (to enhance receptivity), Tears of a Siren (to increase the sensibility to pheromones), Crystalized Honeydew and a few other things that he thought would make an effective potion. He was about ready to present it to Slughron when he discovered his werewolf obsession and forgot about it altogether. That was until Johny had gone to him and revised his notes.

On the top page, he had written “HARNi” (Heightened Awareness Recreational Brew –Ni was a stand-in for things he didn’t have a proper name for yet), but Kless didn’t have the best handwriting and Johny read horny instead. And we already know how the story goes, Kless tried to explain and Johnny decided to keep the other name instead, he thought the results were similar enough to the meaning of the word anyway. So no, you had never taken a horny potion, what the potion was doing was only letting you see some things you had never been quite aware of before –or not as aware as you were in that particular moment, at least–. Not that you knew any of it, the potion had been presented to you as a “horny” potion and you had eaten the treat as if it had been just that. And whatever it was you were feeling for Remus at that moment, you had –as anyone would– set it down to the potion.

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jburrgf · 1 month ago

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Prudence Girl.

We could stay alone, you and me and this temptation, sipping on your lips hanging on by thread.

pairing: joe burrow lsu x reader (becoming enemies to lovers)

summary: after a year at LSU, your best friend finally convinces you apply to be a prudence girl.

description: college life, frat party, kiss

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It was a relief to be far from home. From Ohio in general.

Now, I have to put up with my best friend, Tracy Evans, rambling about the fraternity and sorority homecoming at LSU and how much she’d love to be part of Prudence.

Prudence, by the way, is a sorority mostly run by a clique of cheerleaders. They all live in a huge house, practically Republican HQ, where they throw parties almost every week.

I find it cosmic and weird that the name is also a condom brand. But hey, no judgments here.

“We have to go, y/n.” Tracy grabs my shoulders, shaking them. “We can’t miss this!”

“Freshmen can’t miss it, and we’re not freshmen,” I say, winking at her. “At least, not technically. I still feel like one, tho.”

Tracy rolls her green eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong, y/n. It’s not just freshmen who can’t skip out. Prudence pledges can’t either.”

“And why does that matter to us?” I ask, frowning.

“Because, my dear, if we pass tonight’s initiation, we’ll be Prudence pledges,” she says, winking as my jaw slowly drops. “I signed us both up.”

“You what?” I get up from my chair, furious. “If you want to be a Prudence Girl, Tracy, go ahead, but don’t drag me into it!”

Tracy rolls her eyes again. “Don’t be dramatic,” she says, stroking my cheek. “You don’t have to go through initiation if you don’t want to, or even join Prudence. I just want your company, you know, moral support and stuff.”

With her puppy-dog eyes on me, it was impossible to refuse. Sighing heavily, I nodded.

“You owe me, Tracy Evans!” I growl, grabbing my black jacket and throwing it over a white T-shirt that says, “Don’t look at my tits, perv” as I leave the room.

I walked across the dorm with a scowl on my face. Sure, it’s good to be away from home, but it’s not like Cincinatti is a paradise. It’s not even close.

“Hey, y/LN!” I turned my head to the left, where Alyssa Powell was calling me. “Love the shirt.”

I roll my eyes with a faint smile. “What’s up, Powell?”

Me and Alyssa knew each other from the hallways of LSU. She wasn't like a friend of mine, but she was cool to talk to.

“I need ya’ help, y/n,” she says, biting her lip. “You know I don’t get along with Abby Griffin, right?”

“I think the whole campus knows, after she grabbed the principal’s megaphone and announced she’d make your life hell.” Aly grins at the memory. “Go on.”

“I need a reason to stay in Prudence,” she continues. “And a great reason would be to mentor a pledge during initiation. And I saw your name on the list…”

Oh, no.

“Aly… Look, you’re awesome, smart, funny…extraordinary!” Aly smiles, blushing. “But no way.”

“Why not?” She pouts. Oh boy, here come the sad faces again.

“Because I have zero interest in being part of Prudence,” I reply, tucking a strand of curls behind her ear. “Mentor Tracy. She really wants to join you guys.”

Aly sighs. “She already has a mentor,” she says, her voice pleading. “Abby made sure every pledge had one before I could even consider it. I’m surprised you don’t have one yet.”

“Oh, that’s simple. I hate every Prudence Girl,” I say, shrugging. “Including you. But I hate you with love, you know?”

I watch Alyssa laugh, throwing her head back.

“Y/n, look, I wouldn’t be here begging if it wasn’t important,” she says, grabbing my hands. “My mom graduated as a Prudence Girl, so did my aunt, and my older sister. It’s a family thing, you know? I can’t screw it up just because the leader hates me for sleeping with Joe.”

“Wait, what?”

I had no idea about it. Fresh gossip, I guess?

Joe Burrow was the new sensation on campus for the last six months. He was QB1 from the LSU Tigers and didn't lose any games in the regular season — at least not until now. I didn't know that guy very well, and honestly, I like it that way. I'm not into jocks, especially the ones with massive egos.

“Yeah. She doesn’t like me because I hooked up with her boyfriend once, that’s all,” she says, shrugging. “Please, y/n…”

I stare into her brown eyes, at her wild curls and clothes far too bold for a university.

“Okay. On one condition,” I say, watching her smile grow wider and wider.

“Anything!”

“I want a room with Tracy, just the two of us. That, or no deal!” I cross my arms.

“Deal!”

[…]

When I return to my dorm, Tracy is there, jumping around to an ‘80s song, dressed in pink leggings, a black crop top, leg warmers, and a headband holding back her blonde hair. She looked ridiculous. Ridiculously beautiful.

“What the hell are you doing, Evans?” I ask, climbing the bunk bed ladder. If joining Prudence means having my own bed on the floor, it might be worth it.

“Aerobics,” she says, smiling. “I do it every day after class for two hours. It’s exhausting, but it works.”.

“You should try it.”

“No thanks. I prefer my soft butt,” I say sarcastically. “Oh, by the way, I’m doing the initiation and becoming a Prudence Girl.”

“What? Why?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be happy?” I frown.

“I am, of course I am,” she smiles. “But why? You were so set against it this morning.”

I sigh. “Alyssa Powell asked me,” I shrug. “If she’s not my mentor, Abby Griffin will kick her out of Prudence.”

.“Remind me to thank her later.”

I lay back on my pillow, thinking about what it would be like to share a house with dozens of girls. Rent is $100, slightly less than the dorm, but that’s not reason enough to join a sorority.

“How does this initiation work, anyway?” I ask.

“It’s really simple, almost childish,” she says, rolling her eyes. “The guys eat or drink something, then kiss us. If we guess what it was, we’re in.”

“Seriously? That’s it?”

“Almost childish, like I said,” she grins.

Then it hits me. “Wait! Guys? What guys?”

“What other guys, silly? Prudence Girls kiss Prudence Boys,” Tracy bites her lip. “I can’t wait to kiss one of them.”

I rub my face with both hands, already regretting agreeing to this mess.

“I bet you can’t.”

[…]

Prudence House was packed, full of students. Nobody cared that it was the initiation for the new Prudence pledges because it was one of the most anticipated parties of the year—alongside the Prudence fraternity’s homecoming, the Kappa farewell, and the random Acacia parties, all of them Republican houses.

Tracy made me wear one of her dresses, shorter and tighter than I had imagined. My best friend did my makeup and hair, not because I can’t get ready on my own, but because I take forever doing it.

In just an hour, I was perfectly ready, waiting for the campus lights to go out and the pink lights of the Prudence sorority, in the back street, to take over. The house was ridiculously large—after all, it housed almost thirty girls—with many rooms, many bathrooms, and a huge party hall. It was in this hall that I stopped to observe the beige walls.

“Stop looking at things like that, you look like a child,” Tracy murmured, elbowing me.

“Sorry, mom,” I teased, hiding a smile. “This place feels like a museum.”

Tracy didn’t respond, maybe because she agreed or maybe because Abby Griffin was making her way toward us, looking determined.

Abby Griffin was the type of girl with queen bee energy. And she really was, technically. For the past two years, she was the “Prudence Queen”. I never knew how we became friends — actually, I didn’t even have the idea that she knew who I was.

“Y/n y/ln, I presume,” she said, eyeing me with superiority. “Alyssa’s new recruit.”

“In the flesh,” I smiled at her.

“The initiation will start shortly, in the backyard. If you're late, you’re out.” I could see in her eyes she wanted to add "along with Alyssa," but she held back.

“We’ll be there.”

Tracy squeezed my hand and pulled me outside in a matter of seconds, making me roll my eyes dramatically.

When we arrived outside, a line of women stretched across the lawn, their nervous and anxious faces clearly marking them as potential pledges. Everything would depend on a stupid kiss from a guy.

Alyssa found me when I got to the end of the line; including Tracy and me, there were twelve of us, the maximum number allowed per semester. Aly smiled and held my hands.

“Your room is already reserved,” she whispered. Aly glanced around, checking the area before leaning in to whisper, “Coffee candy and mint gum.” To disguise her words, Aly gave me a quick peck. “See you later, Prudence Girl.”

I held back the urge to groan that "Prudence Girl" and "Prudence Boy" sounded like names for a girl group and boy band—and they also actively reminded me of condoms, of course. I could make that joke later, after surviving the initiation just because a fling had kindly asked me to.

Tracy watched us with a smile; a nod from her confirmed she had heard what Aly said.

I would call this cheating if I cared about this whole mess.

“Welcome, everyone—brothers, sisters, pledges, and nosy students,” Abby Griffin began, silencing the crowd. “Tonight, we’ll be welcoming our new sisters—those who, of course, pass the initiation.”

Tracy squeezed my hand. Sneaky little thing.

“The initiation is as follows: we have a dozen Prudence Boys here, but you won’t see them until after you've kissed them.” At that, each mentor handed their pledge a black blindfold and placed it over our eyes. “Each guy has tasted something different—maybe a strawberry, maybe whipped cream, maybe vodka... Your job, during the kiss, is to figure out what was in his mouth before he kissed you. Good luck.”

Apparently, a line of twelve boys stood in front of us, aligned like we were. But we wouldn’t be kissed all at once.

I had to endure the sounds of sloppy kisses for several long minutes, along with guesses of foods or drinks—all of them correct.

Tracy squeezed my hand one last time before letting go.

It was her turn.

More kissing sounds, longer than usual. I rolled my eyes beneath the blindfold.

“Coffee candy!” Tracy shouted, earning applause and cheers.

Now it was my turn.

I felt the approach of someone who smelled of cheap cologne and sweat, and I automatically grimaced. This was clearly Abby’s doing.

But before the guy could mess up my night, a voice stopped him.

“Step aside, Oliver.” The body heat from the boy faded as he stepped away, and someone else approached. This one smelled of Dior Savage and coconut shampoo, and I honestly like it more. “She deserves someone better.”

“And you’re that someone better, Burrow?” Oliver, I assumed, yelled.

There was no response. Instead, soft lips covered mine, kissing me gently, while a hand slid to my neck, holding me in place, at his mercy.

An overwhelming sense of déjà vu hit me.

But his mouth didn’t taste like mint gum. Oliver surely would have, but this intruder had interfered.

I didn’t know whether to thank him for sparing me from the sweaty guy or curse him for confusing my mind.

I was still being kissed. His lips pressed lovingly against mine, and at the end of that affectionate wildness, three soft pecks were left as his hand released my neck.

Oh, crap. Crap, crap, crap.

The once-noisy crowd had gone completely silent. Not a single person was saying anything.

Nothing. Not even a whisper.

I focused on the taste left in my mouth, where his tongue had roamed freely.

“What the hell was that, Burrow?” Abby yelled, probably storming toward us.

I didn’t dare remove my blindfold, afraid of what I’d see. Of who I’d see.

“You weren’t supposed to kiss her!” Abby continued.

Someone leaned toward me, and from the scent, it was him again.

“Do you have a boyfriend, darling?” he asked with the sweetest voice he could do it.

“No.”

“Then yes, I can kiss you.” I pressed my lips together as they argued.

“No, you can’t! You took Olly’s place!” Abby shouted back.

I cleared my throat, embarrassed.

“Chocolate,” I suddenly said, silencing them. “You ate chocolate before...”

A soft gasp escaped the boy, low and pleading, before his mouth claimed mine again.

Oh my God...

“Joseph Burrow!” Abby shrieked, furious, while the boy ignored her completely, more interested in caressing my lips with his own.

Damn, this feels so good!

A strand of my hair was tucked behind my ear as my lips were reluctantly released.

“Congratulations, Ohio girl. You’re a Prudence Girl now.”

I felt like I could faint at any moment, but I didn’t remove the blindfold, because I knew who I’d see if I did, and I wasn’t ready for that.

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justanothersong · 4 months ago

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Hey guys, hey guys, remember when people lost their shit over Chris Evans getting married? And freaked out all over the internet and harassed his wife on social media shit?

Then remember how he locked down his own social media, deleted half of it, and now only posts promos and ads? Remember? And now we don't get to see regular pics of Dodger? A dog with whom I was enjoying a parasocial relationship since I can't have dogs where I live? (But I digress).

But yeah, remember that?

So maybe stop with freaking out about Luke Newton and his girlfriend and Nicola Coughlan before you don't get any social media content about either LN or NC because they can't deal with the absolute batshit behavior of some people commenting on everything they post talking about the other (and most likely causing a real active strain on their friendship to the point of altering future appearances of either on Bridgerton).

Like, yeah. Stop it. For fuck's sake.

#bridgerton #luke newton #nicola coughlan #delulu

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wedreamedlove · 5 months ago

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Talking about pranks how about a silly one where they kissed Mc but she wipes it just to joke with them? 😂

The moment Evan’s lips leave yours you take a step back and—while keeping eye contact—you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. He visibly stills and, maintaining the slight bend in his waist and your close distance to each other, you can feel his appraising gaze like a physical entity. You struggle to suppress the laugh that bubbles in your chest and keep your expression passive, curious about his reaction to your prank of “rejecting” his kiss.

There is a beat of silence.

Then Evan straightens up and brushes his hands down the sides of your arms, straightening the nonexistent wrinkles on your shirt from his earlier kiss, and when his left hand reaches your right hand he takes it in his palm like usual in your every morning routine as if nothing had happened earlier.

“Shall we head out?” He asks.

You cannot read anything unusual in his tone or eyes. Everything is normal. Everything is so normal that you almost doubt you did anything earlier and that the whole scene had just been a scenario you imagined. But the keyword is almost. You know what you did and, technically, you also saw Evan react. The reaction simply wasn’t noteworthy. You decide to declare this prank a failure and that if you wanted to get an interesting reaction out of Evan you would have to try harder.

Hiding the small sense of disappointment at being thwarted, you nod to him. “Yup, all ready.”

You miss the trace of scarlet-red that turns slowly in the depths of Evan’s eyes.

The rest of the day passes as normal. Work goes smoothly. Lunch with Evan goes smoothly. Work continues to go smoothly. Before you know it, another day is over and you’re already returning home with Evan. After passing through the door, you habitually turn to him, closing your eyes as he leans down, and raise your face for the customary “welcome home” kiss—the counterpart to the “seeing off” kiss in the morning.

You wait.

And you wait.

And you wait some more.

But the usual kiss doesn’t come for a long time and you crack open your eyes only to see pools of mahogany filled with gentle amusement. Evan is paused a hair’s breadth away from you and, now that you’re paying attention, you can feel the gentle puffs of air that come from his nose land on your cheeks.

“Why did you stop?” You ask, bewildered.

The amusement in Evan’s eyes deepen, making the red of his eyes richer. “A little lady rejected my kiss in the morning, so now I’m afraid I am unsure of my welcome.”

As he speaks he lowers his eyes and his long and dense eyelashes sweep down like a fan, coyly concealing his emotions. You know this is a trap. You know him too well. But this action makes him look obedient and vulnerable, despite being a head taller than you, and your fingers twitch at this devastating cuteness. To make matters worse, after a beat of silence passes and he doesn’t get a reaction from you, Evan glances up into your eyes from beneath his lashes.

You succumb.

You reach up to grab the collar of his dress shirt to pull him in and close your eyes to kiss him. His lips vibrate against yours from the low chuckle that his throat emits and it’s as if his laugh passes through his mouth into your mouth to slide into your chest, because you find yourself quivering with laughter against him too.

A smile presses to a smile, and deepens into something more.

Evan raises hand to cup the back of your head, his fingers feathering through your hair, as he tilts his head slightly, his tongue dancing with yours. Your hands have dropped his shirt collar long ago to wrap your arms around his neck and rest them on the broad expanse of his shoulders, and you can feel the movement of his muscles as he wraps his other arm around your waist to pull you harder against him, squeezing out any space between both of your bodies.

His breath that splays on your cheek grows heavier the longer the kiss goes on, but your lungs are already tight from a lack of air and so you dig your fingers into the back of his suit jacket and tug until he releases your mouth. The sound of your ragged breathing explodes into the air immediately.

“You’re incorrigible,” you gasp against him.

He kisses you once more before responding, letting your lower lip slide out slowly from between his lips. “Then I must thank my little rabbit for her magnamity.”

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sienzofthesky · 9 months ago

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This man duality is insane!

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lafleshlumpeater · 1 year ago

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haven't been as active as usual recently, so a little blurb to make up for it <3 hope you enjoy

Warnings: Slytherin reader, flirty Sirius (the biggest warning here), eating and drinking (no alcohol), celebrating Christmas, the marauders being icons, barty and evan slaying

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You walked into the great hall with a charming grin gracing your lips, wishing your acquaintances and classmates from the other houses a ‘Happy Christmas’ as you passed their tables, eventually settling with your housemates at Slytherin’s table and once again thanking your dormmates for their gifts you had received from them that same morning. One of the gifts was a festive, stripy red and green jumper, which you had decided to pull over a band t- shirt after deciding you weren’t bothered to change out of it. Responding to the compliments you received regarding it with a playful wink, you began to pile food onto your plate- meals were always better at Christmas- whilst making conversation with Lucius Malfoy concerning the upcoming prefect meeting after teasing him for the holly wreath adorning his platinum head of hair. You laughed when he scowled, beaming at Narcissa in faux- innocence when she elbowed him fondly.

You were just thinking how your Christmas was starting off great when you heard a familiar voice calling your name from the next table over.

The Gryffindor table.

You looked in the general direction of the voice with a raised eyebrow. Of course.

Sirius Black.

He winked over at you at which you responded with a scowl, when he smiled: “Finally warming up to me are you? Wearing a bit of red in who knows how many years for my house colour? That’s desperate y’know, real desperate.” He shook his head, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. You huffed.

Trust the eldest Black brother to make Christmas about himself too- though you couldn’t deny that you were subtly eyeing him throughout your meal, waiting for him to make a comment as he usually did- whether in class, on the grounds or in the hall.

“You self- obsessed gremlin- funny, but ever thought red is a Christmas colour? You think you’re so clever, but that was just pure stupid- like saying your eyes are silver, a Slytherin colour, making you obsessed with me,” you called back triumphantly- though it was short- lived.

Sirius playfully shoved Remus who chortled beside him at your banter, but didn’t take his eyes off of you, looking you up and down. “Been looking at my eyes, have you y/ln?”

You roll your eyes and exhale sharply at his witty retort, internally cursing the colour rising to your cheeks as he smirked at you over his shoulder wolfishly, mouthing: ‘you look hot, by the way’.

You look away from him immediately, outwardly cursing Barty and Evan who were whistling and laughing at your somewhat amusing predicament.

Sirius’ lips quirked upwards, calling out a little louder: “Alright there? You’re as red as your jumper, love.”

You groaned and buried your face into your arms which were resting on the table- simultaneously kicking your snorting friends as they poked fun at you further. Sirius turned around successfully, blushing slightly himself at your adorable reaction as he smiled genuinely into his glass of pumpkin juice, ignoring James when he coughed out something which sounded suspiciously like ‘simp.’

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coltrainbat · 2 years ago

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All Worth It

Summary: Curvy!Reader (normal) and Chris Evans are about to go public with their relationship. Ends with a very cute trip.

WARNING: Anxious gorl, Fluff

A/N: This imagine wouldnt be possible without the encouraging bullying push from @royalwriteroftheuniverse 💕

You sat in the conference room and took a long gulp of the hot tea in your hand sighing at the taste. Readjusting your glasses as you scanned the agenda in front of you.

RELATIONSHIP LAUNCH

Chris Evans X Y/FN Y/LN

“Jesus.” You thought to yourself, who’s the unlucky fucker who had to write this. You were familiar with meeting agendas and some of the terms; release dates, public statements, media releases, security personnel but the context of this being in regard to you going public with your relationship with a guy you met a work event and who just so happens to be a movie star was bizarre to you.

Before you second guessed your choices in men and how you ended up in a room with publicists, marketers and social media experts, said movie star pulled the chair out next to you, his hand automatically on your knee to stop it jiggling. He leaned in close, pushing a strand of hair past your ear,

“Relax we’ll be in and out in no time.” The words instantly calmed you as you caught his quick wink.

You took a deep breath as everyone got settled around the table.

Chris honestly couldn’t give a shit about what anyone thought, and he found the whole thing equally annoying. Sure, it wasn’t his first time in this room, with a beautiful woman next to him. But in all those times before they were just as comfortable with it.

He knew you weren’t used to it, he hated this was needed but he wanted to use all the resources he had to make sure you were safe and didn’t see one single nasty comment. He didn’t want to lose you to the circus that was his life and he wanted this to be the last time he ever sat in one of these meetings.

He was calm yet tense, you watched the way his jaw would tighten when his publicist mentioned backlash by fans, his hand would grab you a little tighter and he always made sure to give you a sympathetic smile.

He was constantly stealing gazes at you as you slipped your takeaway cup of tea, nodding and acknowledging the reality of the situation.

After the meeting a couple of things came out.

Every social media you ever had was cleaned of photos of you; drunk on a night out, heels in hand, throwing up into a public trashcan… for obvious reasons.

All social medias were private so only your closest friends and family could see – fine you had no ambition of being an influencer.

Searching your name up on the internet is now banned – you could live with that.

You didn’t really care about any of it you just wanted to go home.

You both wanted the launch to be somewhat organic so at Chris’s insistence he’d post a photo on his Instagram and twitter with a simple caption. You’d approve the photo of course.

You never thought an Instagram post would be given the same gravity as unleashing a missile but slowly you grew to understand the reach Chris had.

Chris prepared his statement. Simple yet straight to the point.

I have been so lucky to find someone who makes me incredibly happy and challenges me every day to be a better person. For years, I have wanted and love like this and I’m happy to say I have found it. She’s amazing and brings out the best in me. I hope over time my fans can get to know and love her like I have.

For now, I ask that you give us privacy during this time as we navigate what life looks like now for both of us. I ask that you give her the respect and kindness she deserves. Thank you.

It was good. Really good. And it made you blush like crazy.

After he finished reading and put away his phone, he turned to you

“Happy with that?”

You nodded contently.

He leaned into your ear “If you want, I can put in the part about that thing you do with your tongue when you’re…”

“Stop. It.” You grabbed his chin and gave him a stern look. He poked his tongue out in jest.

------------ ARRIVING HOME ------------------

You finally got through the front door and beamed as Dodger ran up to your feet. Chris dropped his keys in the bowl and turned to you pulling you close by your waist.

“It’s done” he kissed your forehead, then rested his on yours.

“Did you take time off from work like I asked?”

Y/N: “2 weeks from today” you beamed at him.

C: “Good. Pack for cold weather we have to be at the airport in 2 hours.” He pecked your forehead and turned away.

“It’s a surprise you’ll see!” he called as he jogged up the stairs hoping that would prevent answering what was sure to be an onslaught of questions.

You stood there, mouth agape, shaking your head with a scoff. Whatever, you needed a holiday.

------------LEAVING THE PLANE ------------

You followed Chris as his hand held yours tightly, you gripped your other on his forearm, trying to steal his warmth as you walked across the tarmac towards the car. Dodger walked in front of you both, tail high just happy to be involved. You thanked the staff who loaded your bags into the trunk, Chris opened the passenger door guiding you onto the heated seat and placing a blanket on your lap for good measures, he smiled as he tucked the tartan under your thighs. Dodger hopped in and settled into a fluffy cocoon at your feet.

“Alright, ready to go?” Chris looked over at you as he got into the driver’s seat.

“You going to tell me where we are going?”

“No but I can guarantee you’ll love it.”

You rolled your eyes as he grabbed your hand and kissed it.

You travelled through the night on empty roads surrounded by trees. Both your voices filled the car as you sang along to your playlist, both laughing at your inability to sing, with his hand never leaving yours even when he held it in the air as a makeshift microphone.

Finally, you arrived along a gravel road up to a private modern home.

“We’re here.” Chris exclaimed as he pulled the key out of the ignition. You were speechless as you studied the house exterior. It was modern yet cozy, with not a single house in sight for miles. Exactly what you needed.

“It’s a rental, in case you were wondering, but if you really love it, I’ll buy it.” He smirked.

You slapped his chest, “Don’t be stupid… it’s not even my birthday yet.” He chuckled at your response.

You both were kidding but you didn’t doubt he’d buy it if you wanted him to.

You unpacked and headed towards the shower, letting the hot water fall over your curves. You dressed in your silk pyjama set and made your way to the living room.

The fireplace crackled, its warmth filling the whole room with Dodger settled on his bed right beside it.

Chris was finishing pouring the glass of your favorite white, handing it to you as his arm snaked around your waist, placing a long kiss on your lips.

“God, you smell good.”

“This.” You gestured your glass around you “Is perfect. Thank you… I mean it.”

“It wouldn’t be perfect if I didn’t have you here.” He laid soft kisses on your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Hey” he pulled out of the kiss…

“I’m sorry for earlier, I know it’s a funny way of making a relationship official and all. But you don’t have to get used to it. I just don’t know what I’d do if something happened, or you were able to see the cruel things people on the internet say. I promise you it’ll be the last time I just wanted everything in order to keep you safe.”

“I’m a big girl Chris… literally.” You gestured to your protruding chest “I think I can take a couple of mean comments here and there… you forget I went to an all-girls High School! I won’t even look, its whatever, I’m just happy to be here with you”

Chris sighed and pulled on your waist a little tighter and bowed his head.

His eyes had darkened “I want you to know that whatever is said about you does not reflect how I feel about you in the slightest, because my god do I love these curves” He squeezed your ass for extra emphasis.

You giggled in response

“But seriously, I don’t won’t you to ever doubt how I feel about you. To me, everything you are, is exactly what I want and need. I need you baby.”

“I know” you arched your neck to kiss his jaw ever so softly.

“And right now, I need you to cuddle me on the couch.”

“Whatever you want.” He grabbed the now half empty glass from you and placed it on the table. Then quickly yanked you over his shoulder, you squealed at the sudden jerk of your body midair.

“Chris! I can walk!”

“Yeah, I know but this is more fun ya know.” He said, nonchalantly, not even breaking a sweat as he carried you one handedly towards the couch.

With one final slap of your ass, he threw you on the couch and you landed with a thump amongst the plush pillows, giggling still at the impromptu rollercoaster ride.

Chris grabbed the throw blanket to your side and settled next you, draping you both in the soft material. His arm went up onto the back of the couch and like instinct you snuggled up against him.

He pulled you close, as the Hallmark movie played, hand lazily stroking your back. You rested your head on his chest content with the sound of his heartbeat and faint smell of cologne. It really was perfect.

2 weeks of uninterrupted bliss.

“Shit I almost forgot.”

“What”

“Our photo.”

You felt ill at the thought. Suddenly, the anxiety returned and wish you could hold it off as long as possible, you loved that your relationship was for you two and you two only.

Chris noticed your discomfort and pulled you in as close as possible.

“Hey baby, it’ll be fine, they said going in hard straight off the bat was a good strategy, allows people time to sink it in. No games. I’ll post this, the mags will approach my team for comment, they’ll give them my statement and that’ll be it.”

You gave him a weary smile. You were in the room and knew the plan but the whole thing still felt icky.

“Come on… we’ll have fun with it! I’ll let you choose the photo…”

“Fine, share the screen.”

“That’s my girl.”

Chris pulled out his phone from under the blanket, going through his favorites, you both skimmed through the thousands of photos of you and Dodger.

“This one would for sure create a stir.” Chris grinned as he clicked on the photo of you sunbaking topless in his backyard. Your boobs as always sagged slightly down, and you hated the way you stomach poked out from your bikini bottom. Shielding the sun with your forearm it only really showed your beaming smile. Chris LOVED this photo.

“Don’t be silly what else.”

He went to the one he took of you walking Dodger, you could only see the back of you. Your hair in a ponytail and your ass nicely shaped by those grey Amazon leggings that Chris bought for you after he saw an ad for them. Dodger was looking up towards you as you walked down the path. You remembered that day but didn’t know Chris was taking a photo.

“I like that one, but you need to stop using Dodger for clout.”

“What do you mean… he loves the spotlight! Besides you can’t even see your face in this one it’s no good.”

“I don’t even know if I want them to see my face.”

“Oh, come on, you’re beautiful besides you’re not gonna be able to walk down the red carpet with a paper bag on your head baby.”

“Who says I can’t?!” you mocked a shocked face making Chris give a full belly laugh.

“I know the photo.” Chris scrolled up past the endless Dodger sleeping positions until he found it.

It was both of you at his mom’s house. Watching the Patriot’s Game in matching jerseys, eyes focused on the TV. You sat similarly how you were now, with Chris’s arms wrapped around you tightly, you slouched up against him. It was a great photo and perfectly incapsulated you both. You loved football.

“You approve?” Chris looked down at you.

“Yeah, I approve.” You pecked his lips.

Chris went to post it on IG, captioning it, to your dismay

“Couples who watch football together, stay together.”

You cringed but had to laugh at the truthfulness.

“Really… you’re going to caption it that?”

“Yeah, isn’t that like a trendy thing to say?”

“You’re so out of touch with the youth” you laughed at him.

“Ok fine what do I say… this is the love of my life please be nice she’s new?” He smirked at you

“Just do a blue heart or something! I don’t know!”

“Does blue heart scream serious relationship though?”

“They’re going to question it either way why does it matter?”

“I just want people to know ya know? Like I’m making a statement here come on!”

“I know you like me you don’t need to profess your love on Instagram, this is just to alert the masses nothing more.”

“Yeah, but what if...” You cut him off

“You’re overthinking it Cap…”

You only ever called him Cap to tease him, but it always worked to soften him up.

“Ok ok, blue heart, that’s good, you’re good at this. Ok posting in… 3… 2… 2 and a half”

‘Oh my God… Chris just post it already!” You groaned.

“1!” He then quickly turned off his phone and threw it at the couch next to you.

You both ended up in a fit of laughter at what was probably the most thrilling Instagram you’ve ever posted.

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