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[eclipsedzs]

𝗣𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗗𝗼𝗴

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: James Potter

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James likes a girl, who shows no interest in him. Though it isn’t new, and he’s still like a puppy in love.

Disclaimer(s): Cursing

JAMES POTTER was completely smitten with a girl who, to his dismay, showed not the slightest hint of reciprocating his affection. Oh, the irony!

Like an eager puppy, he trailed her relentlessly, day after day, his eyes brimming with adoration and a sparkle that only intensified upon catching a glimpse of her.

His unwavering devotion knew no bounds as he gladly shouldered the weight of her burdens, eager to anticipate her every need.

Sulking in the Great Hall, James Potter appeared like a dejected puppy, arms defiantly crossed. His hazel eyes, still heavy with sleep, reflected both weariness and an undeniable yearning. Breakfast unfolded before him, accompanied by his loyal companions: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew.

Despite the jovial atmosphere, James's gaze ceaselessly wandered the expanse of the grand hall, desperately seeking a familiar figure that effortlessly ignited his heart. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, his emotions riding a rollercoaster of anticipation and hope.

"Lost in his infatuation," Sirius remarked playfully, his tongue clicking with mischievous delight. Remus suppressed a chuckle, huddling closer to his book as he enjoyed the scene unfolding before him.

Amidst James's scowl, a playful glint shone in his eyes, perpetually scanning the surroundings in eager anticipation. Sirius, always the purveyor of mischief, dramatically gasped, his own grey eyes widening mischievously. "Look, Prongs, your beloved master has arrived," he teased, unable to resist poking fun at James's infatuation.

Following Sirius's pointed finger, James's head swiftly turned, and his heart leaped within his chest as he beheld the girl who trudged wearily into view. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprang to his feet, propelled by an overwhelming desire to be near her.

Amidst the light-hearted banter, Remus couldn't help but snicker, gently setting his book aside. "He's utterly lost without her," he chuckled, fully aware of the profound connection that had ensnared James's heart.

James matched his stride with hers, effortlessly catching up to the object of his affection. He gazed upon her with adoration, his eyes caressing every feature, completely unfazed by the scowl she aimed his way.

"Potter," she spat out his name with a sharpness akin to acid. Undeterred, James shook his head, a smitten smile playing on his lips as he remained steadfast in his adoring gaze, even if it meant unintentionally stumbling into a sulking first-year.

"Oops, sorry there," James muttered, slightly flustered but unable to tear his eyes away from the captivating girl before him. It was as if the whole world could crumble around him, but he would remain blissfully lost in her presence.

Ever since they were eleven, James had been undeniably smitten with her, their shared journey now reaching the age of sixteen. His body instinctively gravitated towards hers, fighting the urge to intertwine their fingers and unleash the pent-up longing within his heart.

"Sorry," she offered a gentle apology to the first-year James had accidentally collided with, her tone remarkably softer and distinctly different from the harshness she reserved for him.

The contrasting sweetness of her voice panged within James, for he yearned to be the recipient of such tenderness. Nonetheless, he took hold of the strap of her bag, determined to relieve her of any burden in his presence. After all, she should never have to carry her own belongings when James was around.

Unyielding, she attempted to reclaim her bag, urging him to return it with a tone slightly softer, a flicker of vulnerability hidden beneath her scowl. “Give it back James, Don’t’ need you carin’ it for me.” She spoke

Yet, James remained unfazed, his smile unwavering, his lips slightly jutting out in an endearing manner. With wide, puppy-like eyes fixed upon her, he replied, "S’fine, love," his voice laced with unspoken affection and a sincere desire to protect and care for her.

James guided her towards the spot where he and his friends were settled, his subtle gestures silently coaxing her to take the seat beside him.

However, she chose to sit next to Remus instead, offering him a soft smile that tugged at James's heart with a pang of jealousy. "Hey, Remus," she greeted the brown-eyed boy warmly, her voice dripping with genuine affection.

Sirius, ever the keen observer, raised an eyebrow mischievously, keenly aware of the subtle changes in James's demeanor.

He couldn't help but notice the tightness in James's clenched jaw and the transformation of his once tender, loving eyes into a steely gaze whenever his attention shifted to the pair.

"Now, now, let's not go around killing poor Moony here," Sirius playfully teased, delivering a playful smack to James's shoulder.

Wearing an awkward smile, she turned her attention to Peter, who had a piece of bacon dangling halfway into his mouth.

"So, Peter, how's Potions been treating you? Heard you had a little mishap with that third-year and ended up exploding your cauldron," she playfully taunted, her eyes flickering mischievously toward the wide-eyed boy.

James couldn't help but emit an exasperated huff, stabbing his fork into his pancakes with more force than necessary. "Oh, look, the puppy's getting jealous," Sirius whispered with a mischievous grin, promptly earning a smack on the back of his head from Remus and a piercing scowl from James.

James and Y/N strolled through the dimly lit halls, the soft glow of the floating candles casting an ethereal ambiance around them.

"I didn't know you were a prefect," she murmured, breaking the silence that weighed heavy on their surroundings. She couldn't bear the quietness, nor the intensity of James's lovesick gaze fixed upon her.

James pressed his lips together, concealing a secret smile that threatened to surface. Finally, she was talking to him.

However, he decided to keep to himself the truth that he had worked diligently, studying hard and earning excellent marks on his tests, all in the hopes of becoming a prefect alongside her.

He had overheard her desire to be a prefect last year, and he wanted nothing more than to share that experience with her.

"Yeah, it was a surprise owl one night, and just like that, I became a prefect without even trying," he replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Yet, a wince flashed across his face immediately after the words left his lips. He had come across too cocky, and it stung him deeply. In reality, he had indeed tried, putting in genuine effort to become a prefect alongside her.

He had gone to great lengths, even attempting to bribe the head prefects to assign him and her to patrol together, time and time again.

She couldn't help but cringe slightly, inwardly berating herself as she nodded in response. She desperately tried to avert her gaze from his face, fighting the urge to let her eyes roam freely.

She resisted the temptation to study every detail, from his captivating hazel eyes down to the bridge of his nose adorned with a sprinkle of freckles that peeked out beneath his round glasses.

She admired the way his dark brown curls framed his face and the mischievous smirk that always seemed to grace his lips.

Frustrated with her own inability to resist these observations, she let out a quiet huff, drawing a questioning look from James. "You know, you don't have to carry that," she pointed out, tilting her head slightly in reference to her bag that he still held onto dutifully.

Her scowl masked a hint of internal turmoil, as she grappled with her conflicting emotions

James shrugged, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He readjusted the strap of her bag, feeling a slight ache in his shoulder from carrying it almost the entire day, during those moments when he insisted on accompanying her and shadowing her like a devoted puppy.

"S’fine," he replied with a smirk, his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips. She attempted to dismiss the intensity of his expression, trying to ignore the subtle way his tongue peeked out, grazing his lips.

She swallowed nervously, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. She was supposed to despise this guy, so why did she find herself being drawn to him in this inexplicable way?

James couldn't help but smirk mischievously, raising an intrigued eyebrow in response to her questioning gaze. As they continued walking through the halls, she made a conscious effort to keep her face averted, hoping to conceal the faint flush that had spread across her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to her, James noticed everything.

He possessed an uncanny ability to pick up on the tiniest of details—whether it was a new haircut, a solitary pimple on her face, a subtle change in her eyes, or even the slight shift of her body language.

His perceptive nature and unwavering attentiveness allowed him to observe and appreciate every nuance that made her uniquely her.

It was as if he held an unwritten catalog of her every feature, storing away the intricacies that painted the portrait of the person he held a deep affection for.

She cleared her throat, discreetly running her hand down the sides of her body to adjust her oversized sweater. James couldn't help but smile, stealing a glance at her before redirecting his gaze forward.

He couldn't help but yearn for the day when she would wear his clothes, a tangible symbol of their connection, instead of the worn sweater she had been sporting since returning from Christmas break. (Not wearing it over and over of course)

Yes, he was that attuned to her preferences and personal history.

Drawing upon his courage, James subtly shifted his body closer to hers, relishing in the delicate brushes of their hands and shoulders.

Each fleeting contact sent a wave of blissful anticipation coursing through his veins, as if their proximity held a secret language of its own.

Suppressing a smile, she allowed their bodies to remain in close proximity for the time being. "So, how were your classes?" she asked softly, her aversion to small talk making it difficult for her to initiate conversations.

Inwardly, she hoped James would steer the conversation towards a more engaging topic.

James couldn't help but smile as they rounded the corner, feeling a surge of warmth and excitement within him. If he could go back in time and tell his first-year self that he would eventually have the privilege of brushing hands with and engaging in conversation with the girl he envisioned spending his entire life with, his younger self would have been absolutely beside himself.

"Just got detention from dear old Minnie," James sighed dramatically, running a hand through his tousled curls. He glanced at her, a playful glint in his eyes. "But don't worry, she'll come around eventually," he added with a wink, subtly hinting at his growing affection for her.

"I'm sure she will," Y/N chuckled, her laughter causing James's heart to flutter. He observed her closely, his eyes filled with adoration as he watched her nose scrunch up and her eyes crinkle with joy.

It was moments like these that he treasured, where he could witness her genuine happiness and feel his own soul light up in response.

Y/N playfully raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, did your little gang get detention with you?" she asked, a hint of mischief lacing her words. She was, of course, referring to Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were often inseparable from James.

James chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, they managed to escape Minnie's wrath this time," he replied, a touch of admiration in his voice. "Those three have a knack for slipping through the cracks. But I guess that's what makes them my partners in mischief," he added with a grin.

Y/N's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Partners in mischief, huh? Sounds like quite the dynamic trio," she remarked, playfully nudging James's arm. The camaraderie between James and his friends was undeniable, and Y/N couldn't help but find it endearing.

Waking up in the arms of the person she had sworn to hate since their first year at Hogwarts was a surreal experience for Y/N. If someone had told her younger self about this, she would have scoffed and dismissed it as sheer madness.

But the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her, flooding her mind with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

She recalled her sleep-addled self murmuring incoherently as James guided her into the Common Room, his concern and adoration evident in his every action. He had insisted on watching over her so she could rest peacefully.

In her drowsy state, Y/N had found herself inexplicably yearning for the presence of the lovesick boy, almost pleading for him to cuddle with her. And, to her astonishment, he had obliged, albeit hesitantly, careful not to overstep any boundaries.

And that was how she found herself in this predicament—the comfort of her head nestled against James's chest, her ears attuned to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle sound of his breath.

Their legs were entangled, fitting together like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces—something James probably imagined as well.

Y/N couldn't help but notice his hand tracing delicate patterns on her slightly exposed skin, his subconscious gestures revealing a tenderness he only wished to also do in his out of dream state.

Y/N let out a soft huff of air, attempting to wiggle free from James's firm yet gentle hold. But he mumbled unintelligibly, his voice gravelly with sleep, as he tugged her closer, not willing to let her go. "Stay," he murmured, his voice laced with a sleepy plea.

Her cheeks flushed with warmth, a combination of embarrassment and a fluttering feeling in her chest. She couldn't deny the allure of being held in James's embrace, even if it went against the walls she had built around her heart.

"James," she whispered, her voice barely audible, into the fabric of his chest as he pulled her closer. The two of them lay intertwined on the sofa in the common room, the early morning silence enveloping them like a comforting blanket.

She silently thanked Merlin that no one had ventured downstairs yet, no one would see the boy who loved the girl who denied him every chance he took.

Her words hung in the air, a gentle plea for him to acknowledge her presence, to understand the mix of emotions swirling inside her.

His grip on her hip tightened slightly, his touch conveying a mixture of possessiveness and a sleepy reluctance to let her go. He grumbled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin, as if he were caught between the realms of consciousness and dreams.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at his response, her mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. The closeness between them felt both exhilarating and unnerving, as if they were teetering on the edge of something significant.

"James," she whispered once more, her voice a tender plea laced with vulnerability. The single word carried the weight of unspoken sentiments, expressing a desire for understanding and connection.

His grip on her hip loosened slightly, and his sleepy eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze with a mix of confusion and tenderness.

In that fleeting moment, the world around them seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in their shared space of intimacy.

"Hi," James greeted with a charming and slightly goofy smile, his eyes brimming with an overwhelming amount of love and affection. The intensity of his gaze caused her to avert her eyes momentarily, feeling a mix of shyness and warmth wash over her.

Seizing the opportunity, James gently tugged her closer, his touch guiding her until their bodies aligned, chest to chest. The sensation of their hearts beating in unison added a layer of intimacy.

"Hi," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, her own smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, beating in synchrony with the rapid pace of her thoughts. It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking to be in this moment with him.

As she nestled her head under his chin, she felt a mix of vulnerability and comfort wash over her.

It was to quick for her heart, sure this boy had been pinning over her like a lovesick puppy for almost more than five years.

And sure she had felt her emotions reciprocating his a year ago, but she was scared. Scared that once he got her he would leave her.

The fear that had held her back for so long still lingered, but in this embrace, she allowed herself to let go, to bask in the warmth of his presence. Ignoring his surprised sound, she felt a sense of contentment settle deep within her as they breathed in unison.

"I love you," James whispered, his words hanging in the air as he tightened his arms around her, seeking to express the depth of his emotions.

For five long years, he had professed his love, and she had doubted him. But in that moment, as her own voice trembled with vulnerability, she found the courage to say the words she had never thought she would utter.

The weight of the admission settled between them, forging a connection that felt both fragile and unbreakable.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, as if testing the reality of her own feelings.

His breath caught in his throat, a mix of surprise and joy washing over him. His grip on her tightened, his breath quivering with a delighted giggle. Though she couldn't see it, the love-struck smile played upon his lips, a reflection of his overflowing happiness.

"Ah, you said it back!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and elation. The moment brimmed with a lightness, and even in the darkness, their shared laughter filled the space.

"Hey now, Potter, don't get too comfortable," she teased playfully, her words a playful reminder that their journey had just begun.

James sat up, gently pulling her with him, keeping her nestled against his chest. His eyes sparkled with a mix of adoration and excitement as he showered her face with a cascade of affectionate kisses.

Each tender touch spoke volumes of his love, starting from her neck and traveling up to her jawline, then caressing her cheeks, nose, and finally landing on her forehead.

As he pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes silently conveying his unspoken desire. His glance lingered on her lips, a subtle yet unmistakable invitation awaiting her response.

A soft nod from her granted him permission, and with that, their lips finally met in a long-awaited kiss.

A smile played on James's face as he poured his heart into that single moment, capturing all the lovesick smiles, stolen glances, and longing that had filled their five-year journey.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a convergence of emotions and desires unleashed with a passion that could no longer be contained.

In that tender embrace, time seemed to stand still as their lips danced in perfect harmony. It was a kiss that marked the beginning of a new chapter, a declaration of their shared love, and a promise of a future filled with unending affection and devotion.

And so they fell back asleep, wrapped in each other's loving embrace, blissfully unaware of the curious eyes that observed their intertwined figures and the hushed murmurs of gossiping voices.

News of their newfound connection spread like wildfire throughout the school, capturing the attention and excitement of their peers. Even the teachers couldn't resist being swept up in the joyous atmosphere, some having secretly placed bets on whether they would finally become a couple.

As whispers of their relationship echoed through the corridors, it was a day of celebration and triumph for all who had rooted for their love to bloom.

In that peaceful slumber, oblivious to the world around them, James and Y/N basked in the warmth of their shared affection, ready to face the challenges and adventures that awaited them as a united couple.

It was a blissful day, marking the beginning of a love story that would be cherished for years to come.

[eclipsedzs]

Can you write somenthing about just Sirius being extremely romantic and making his love language very clear?

𝗠𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Sirius Black

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend has made up his mind, he was going to smother you in his love.

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Alcohol

THE GREAT HALL buzzed with animated chatter as the teenagers filed in, eager to partake in the spread of breakfast delicacies adorning the long, stretched tables. Amongst the bustling crowd, Sirius Black found himself seated alongside his friends James, Remus, and Peter.

As they animatedly discussed their latest pranks, Sirius's mind wandered, consumed by thoughts of his girlfriend.

Y/N had been unwell for an entire week, depriving Sirius of her presence. The mere notion of being separated from her for such a prolonged period left him feeling starved for her company.

Y/N had gone to seek medical attention from Madam Pomfrey, who imposed strict restrictions on visitors, further intensifying Sirius's longing to see her.

James, ever observant, nudged Sirius gently. "You alright there, mate? You seem a bit lost in your thoughts."

Sirius snapped back to reality, a wistful expression on his face. "Just missing Y/N like crazy. It's been a week of pure torture without her," he lamented with a hint of melodrama.

His friends couldn't help but chuckle at Sirius's theatrics. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he dramatically draped his body, leaning on Remus for support.

"Oh, Remus," he sighed with faux despair, "Wake me up from this endless slumber when my love finally returns."

Remus, playing along with a smirk, gently patted Sirius on the back. "I'll be sure to give you a good shake when that moment arrives, mate. But until then, you'll just have to endure the heartache," he replied in a teasing tone.

James chimed in, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Or we can try to sneak you into the hospital wing disguised as a nurse. What do you think?"

Sirius's face lit up at the thought, his dramatic demeanor momentarily forgotten. "Now that's a brilliant idea! We could cause some serious chaos," he exclaimed, enthusiasm brimming in his voice.

Peter, always ready to join the fun, added with a grin, "Count me in! Operation 'Nurse Padfoot' it is!"

The friends shared a boisterous laugh, their playful banter providing a lighthearted respite from Sirius's lovesick state.

As Remus let out a thoughtful hum, his eyes instinctively turned towards the grand entrance of the Great Hall. The heavy doors swung open, revealing a figure that instantly caught his attention.

There stood Y/N, looking well and radiant, stepping into the bustling hall.

Sirius, still draped dramatically over Remus, followed his friend's gaze and gasped dramatically. "Remus! It's a miracle! My love has returned!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with exaggerated joy.

Y/N, spotting Sirius among his friends, couldn't help but smile at the sight of his theatrics.

She made her way towards them, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lovesick Sirius in need of rescuing?" she teased, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Sirius quickly sprung to his feet, his dramatic demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine excitement. "Y/N! You're back!" he exclaimed, his arms outstretched, ready to embrace her.

Y/N matched his enthusiasm, closing the distance between them and enveloping him in a warm hug. "I missed you too, you big drama queen," she whispered with a playful smile.

Their friends watched with amusement, sharing knowing glances as the reunited couple exchanged heartfelt greetings. The Great Hall seemed to come alive with the energy of their joyous reunion, their playful banter filling the air with laughter

“Hey, boys," Y/N greeted with a warm smile, settling herself beside Remus.

Before she could fully settle in, Sirius swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist and gently pulled her onto his lap, settling them both down.

Remus playfully raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, look who's finally back to grace us with her presence," he teased, his tone filled with mock surprise.

Y/N leaned back against Sirius, snuggling into his embrace. "Oh, you know you missed me, Remus," she retorted, playfully poking his side.

James, joining in the banter, chimed in, "It's good to have you back, Y/N. Sirius has been quite the lost puppy without you."

Sirius pouted dramatically, his arms tightening around Y/N. "Hey now, I wasn't that lost... okay, maybe I was a little bit," he admitted with a sheepish grin, earning him a chorus of laughter from his friends.

Y/N leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Sirius's cheek. "Don't worry, my drama king. I'm here now, and I promise to keep you entertained," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The group erupted into laughter once again, their playful camaraderie filling the air with a joyful energy.

"Oh, Remus," Y/N began, attempting to extricate herself from Sirius's tight grip, his face still buried in her neck, unwilling to let go.

“Do you think i could borrow your potions book?” She spoke, as she pressed her palms against his chest, gently pushing back.

She then gave up trying to escape his hold.

Remus chuckled, watching the amusing scene unfold before him.

"Ah, the perils of being loved by Sirius Black," he remarked, shaking his head with a smirk. "And of course, I've got you covered. I have that potions book you need, and I've already prepared some notes for you."

Y/N's eyes lit up with gratitude and relief. "Remus, you're a lifesaver! You know how bad I am at taking notes," she confessed, shooting a grateful glance his way.

Sirius, finally releasing his tight hold on her, feigned offense. "Hey, what's wrong with my notes? I'll have you know, my doodles are quite informative," he protested with a playful pout.

Y/N laughed, ruffling Sirius's hair affectionately. "Oh, your doodles are a work of art, no doubt. But I think I'll trust Remus's comprehensive notes this time," she teased, earning herself a mock offended gasp from Sirius.

As the laughter subsided, Remus passed the potions book to Y/N with a smile. "Here you go, Y/N. Consider it your ticket to catching up in class. Just promise me you won't let Sirius doodle in it," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Y/N grinned mischievously, looking back at Sirius. "No doodles, promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky finger for him to make the pledge.

Sirius, feigning innocence, wrapped his pinky around hers. "I solemnly swear, no doodles in your precious book," he declared, giving her a cheeky wink.

Sirius let out a theatrical sigh, his arms tightening around Y/N as he declared,

"Unfortunately, my dear Y/N and I won't be gracing the classrooms with our presence today." He punctuated his statement with another exaggerated sigh, feigning sadness.

James raised an amused eyebrow, adjusting his glasses. Peter, engrossed in his pumpkin juice, seemed unfazed by the announcement.

Meanwhile, Remus, engrossed in his book, couldn't help but listen to Sirius's proclamation, albeit with a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"And why is that, my dear Padfoot?" James inquired with a playful grin, struggling to suppress his laughter at the perplexed expression on Y/N's face.

Sirius dramatically shifted his gaze to Y/N, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, you see, dear James, it's a matter of utmost importance," he began, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Y/N here requires an emergency session of cuddles and laughter to cure her severe case of class-avoiditis," he declared, earning himself an incredulous look from Y/N.

Y/N couldn't help but burst into laughter, swatting Sirius playfully on the arm. "Class-avoiditis? Is that even a thing?"

Sirius feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "Of course, it is! I'm Sirius Black, expert in all things mischief-related and made-up illnesses," he proclaimed proudly, flashing a playful wink at his friends.

James chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "I swear, you two are a never-ending source of entertainment."

The group dissolved into laughter, their lighthearted banter filling the air with joy and camaraderie.

As the laughter subsided, James was quick to seize the moment. He wore a mischievous smirk as he spoke up, breaking the silence. "You know what, guys? Maybe we should all just skip class today," he suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Remus playfully shook his head, a feigned look of disapproval on his face. "Oh, James, you're always the instigator of our rebellious adventures," he remarked, though a small chuckle escaped his lips.

Peter, finally tuning into the conversation, perked up with curiosity. "Wait, are we really going to skip class? I mean, I don't want to be left out," he admitted, a mix of excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.

Y/N glanced around at her friends, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, if the Marauders are in agreement, who am I to resist the temptation of a little adventure?" she declared, playfully nudging Sirius.

Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "That's the spirit! A day filled with mischief and laughter awaits us!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

Y/N paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she contemplated her response.

With a playful sigh borrowed from Sirius, she dramatically feigned a cough. "You know, guys, I was just sick for a whole week," she announced, her voice filled with faux exhaustion. "I think I could use a relaxing day in the comfort of our dorm."

Sirius blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Y/N's unexpected suggestion. "But... but mischief and adventures!" he protested, a playful pout forming on his lips.

James grinned, nudging Sirius with an elbow. "Come on, mate, even the Marauders need a break once in a while," he teased, winking at Y/N.

Remus, ever the voice of reason, nodded in agreement. "Y/N does have a point. We could use a day to recharge and just enjoy each other's company," he suggested, giving Y/N a supportive smile.

Peter chimed in, his excitement slightly subdued. "I guess a relaxing day sounds nice too. We can always plan our next epic prank later," he suggested, trying to hide his disappointment.

Y/N smirked, reveling in her small victory. "Alright, then. It's settled. A day of relaxation it is," she declared, playfully pointing her finger at Sirius. "But I expect some top-notch entertainment from you, Mr. Black."

Sirius playfully saluted. "Consider it done, my lady. Prepare to be entertained!" he proclaimed with a theatrical flourish, earning a round of laughter from his friends.

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The Marauders gathered in their dorm, creating a cozy and relaxed atmosphere. James and Remus were seated on the floor, engrossed in a friendly card game.

Peter observed them, scratching his head in confusion. "How do you guys even play this?" he muttered to himself, determined to crack the code.

Y/N found herself comfortably nestled in Sirius's embrace on his bed. He held her tightly, as if afraid to let her go even for a moment. "No moving allowed," Sirius playfully declared, flashing a mischievous grin at Y/N.

Y/N giggled, playfully squirming in his hold. "But I can't breathe, Sirius!" she protested, her voice laced with mock desperation.

Sirius responded with an exaggerated gasp, dramatically clutching his heart. "My poor, suffocating princess! How could I be so cruel?" he exclaimed dramatically, feigning a look of deep remorse.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, please. You're lucky I enjoy being in your suffocating embrace," she teased, poking him in the side.

Meanwhile, James looked up from his card game, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hey, Peter, want to join us? We can teach you the ropes of this highly complex card game," he offered with a cheeky grin, motioning for Peter to join them.

Peter's eyes widened, his face lighting up with excitement. "Really? That'd be great!" he exclaimed eagerly, quickly scooting over to join James and Remus on the floor.

Y/N dramatically threw her hands up in the air, pretending to be in distress. "Oh, James, save me!" she cried out, feigning desperation as she clung to Sirius's arm, preventing any chance of escape from his tight embrace.

James, always up for a bit of theatrics, playe along with a dramatic gasp. "Fear not, fair maiden! I shall rescue you from the clutches of this evil captor!" he proclaimed, raising an imaginary sword as he approached the bed.

Sirius grinned mischievously, holding Y/N tighter to him. "Over my dead body, Prongs!" he retorted, pretending to shield Y/N with his body.

Remus, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. "You lot are something else," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Peter, not wanting to be left out, joined in with his own theatrical flourish. "And I, Peter, shall be the wise sage who advises both sides!" he declared, striking a pose and pretending to hold a staff.

Laughter echoed through the dorm as the friends reveled in their own silly theatrics.

As the night settled and the sky darkened, everyone found their own little corners to unwind and pursue their individual activities.

Y/N leaned back against Sirius, letting out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes, enjoying the comfort of his presence.

Sirius, ever the affectionate one, began peppering gentle kisses along her jawline, neck, and face, savoring the closeness they shared.

A soft giggle escaped Y/N's lips as she felt the tickling sensation of his kisses. "You know, Sirius, you have a peculiar fascination with my face," she teased, her voice filled with affectionate amusement.

Sirius paused, his lips still hovering near her cheek. "Can you blame me? It's the most beautiful face in the world," he replied playfully, a hint of sincerity in his voice.

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn't help but open her eyes to gaze into his adoring eyes. "Smooth talker," she teased, lightly tapping his nose with her finger.

Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Only for you, my love," he replied, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of her finger.

As she relaxed into his embrace, Y/N felt the weariness settle into her body, inviting the comforting embrace of slumber. Her eyelids grew heavier, gently closing as she surrendered to the soothing sensation of

Sirius's lips planting soft kisses along her jawline. Each tender touch seemed to lull her further into a state of tranquility.

The gentle rhythm of his affectionate kisses created a lullaby for her senses, coaxing her closer to the realm of dreams.

With each brush of his lips against her skin, a sense of calm washed over her, easing the weight of the day's events and filling her with a sense of serenity.

Y/N let out a soft, contented sigh, her eyelids growing heavy. "Looks like I'm about to enter the dreamland," she murmured, her voice tinged with playful exhaustion.

Sirius grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Oh no, you're not slipping away without me!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms tightly around her and gently lowering himself onto the bed, bringing her even closer. He nestled her snugly against his chest, like a protective cocoon.

Y/N giggled, her voice filled with a hint of drowsy amusement. "You're quite the snuggle expert, aren't you?" she teased, playfully nudging his side.

Sirius chuckled, his chest vibrating against her cheek. "Well, it's just one of my many talents," he replied, feigning modesty.

As they settled into their cozy position, their breaths synchronizing, a wave of warmth and tranquility washed over them.

The room seemed to envelop them in a comforting embrace, cocooning them in a bubble of serenity.

James's mischievous grin spread across his face as he caught sight of the cuddled couple. He nudged Peter and Remus with his elbow, barely containing his laughter. “Oi, look at those two," he whispered, his voice full of amusement.

Peter followed James's gaze, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Looks like they've entered the realm of dreamland," he chuckled, mimicking Y/N's earlier words.

Remus leaned in, his lips curving into a smirk. "Bet Sirius is dreaming of pranks and Y/N's dreaming of chocolate," he joked, his tone filled with gentle mockery.

James let out a snort of laughter, covering his mouth to stifle the sound. "Well, they make quite the sleeping beauties, don't they?" he said, his voice laced with humor.

"I know what to do," James whispered mischievously, a sly grin spreading across his face. He scrambled up from his spot on the floor, making his way to his bed. Rummaging through his drawer, he finally retrieved a muggle camera.

Remus raised an eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "What's the plan, Prongs?" he asked in a hushed voice.

James let out a quiet chuckle, approaching the sleeping couple with the camera in hand.

He aimed it at them and pressed the button, unaware that the flash was still on.

A blinding flash of light erupted from the camera, illuminating the room. Startled, Sirius's eyes flew open, meeting James's wide-eyed stare.

Instinctively, he pulled Y/N even closer to his chest, shielding her from the intrusive brightness.

Remus couldn't contain his laughter any longer, a hand covering his mouth to muffle the sound. "Nice one, James," he snickered, shaking his head in amusement.

James sheepishly scratched the back of his head, a guilty grin tugging at his lips. "Oops... forgot about the flash," he whispered, trying not to disturb Y/N's peaceful slumber.

Sirius blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. He looked at James with mock annoyance, pretending to shield his eyes. "Way to wake a sleeping beauty, Prongs," he joked, his voice filled with playful sarcasm.

The room filled with a mixture of laughter and whispered apologies as the friends realized the unintended consequence of their impromptu photo session.

Though momentarily disrupted, the tranquility of the dorm room soon settled back in, with Y/N blissfully unaware of the flash-induced interruption.

And so, the night continued with shared laughter and gentle teasing, a testament to the unbreakable bond between these teenage friends.

In the end, it was just another memory to add to the ever-growing collection of their adventures and the countless tales they would retell for years to come.

-I had to write this in my notes app, i hate it.

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𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Remus Lupin

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝗣𝗿𝘁 𝟭

Genre:✓✘

Paring(s): Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where remus lupin freaks out when his girlfriend slips up that she knows he was..in fact..a werewolf

Disclaimer(s): Angst, Fighting, Cursing

THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED felt strange and unsettling for the couple, leaving them both yearning for the assurance that their bond remained intact.

The entire school sensed the shifting dynamics of their relationship, aware that they were once regarded as the epitome of an extraordinary couple.

However, ever since Y/N had discovered Remus's secret and their ensuing disagreement, a heavy silence had settled between them, robbing them of their usual intimacy.

They resorted to avoiding each other's presence in the grandeur of the great hall, the once-shared moments of strolling and sitting together now relegated to distant memories. In classes, they deliberately chose separate seats, maintaining an emotional chasm between them.

Only fleeting glances, exchanged when one of them thought the other wasn't looking, bore witness to their lingering affection, a poignant acknowledgment of the love they still harbored amidst the palpable distance.

The impact of the shift was most deeply felt by James, Peter, and Sirius. What used to be days brimming with laughter, mischief, and shared plans now hung heavy with the weight of a brooding Remus and the palpable confusion of his friends.

One day, as the collective patience of James, Sirius, and Peter wore thin, James finally mustered the courage to confront his sullen friend. "Come on, Moony, you have to tell us what happened," he pleaded, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and genuine concern.

In a show of solidarity, Sirius and Peter nodded in agreement from their respective beds, their eyes reflecting their shared desire to understand and offer solace to the troubled soul that resided within their once vibrant and lively dormitory.

With a heavy groan, Remus reluctantly shifted from his sprawled position on the bed, his body seemingly weighed down by the weight of his emotions. "She knows, Prongs," he responded to James, his voice laced with weariness as he sat up, facing his friend with a deep sigh. His disheveled hair mirrored the chaos within his heart, while his under-eye bags revealed the toll of sleepless nights.

James raised a curious brow, his expression morphing into a furrowed concern as he attempted to piece together the puzzle of Remus's cryptic words. However, the realization dawned upon him, washing over his features like a wave crashing against the shore.

In the midst of the charged atmosphere, Sirius abruptly shot up from his own bed, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock and comprehension, his intense gaze locked onto Remus's weary brown eyes. "About your... monthly problem—about you being a werewolf?" Sirius tentatively inquired, his voice trembling with empathy, an unspoken understanding rippling between them.

Sirius muttered a soft expletive under his breath, his voice barely audible as he processed the gravity of the situation. ‘Shit’

Meanwhile, Peter sat perched on his bed, his small voice breaking through the heavy silence as he nervously inquired, clutching a cupcake in his trembling hand, "How did she react?"

James nodded understandingly, his eyes filled with curiosity as he turned his gaze towards Remus, silently urging him to share the aftermath of their shattered connection.

Remus let out an awkward chuckle, his hand absently rubbing the back of his neck, a gesture of unease.

"I didn't give her much time to react... I... I kind of panicked and just told her to leave," Remus confessed, his voice carrying a mix of regret and vulnerability. The words hung in the air, leaving a profound sense of loss in their wake.

Sirius sharply inhaled, a pained hiss escaping his lips, mingled with a wistful chuckle at his friend's predicament.

"Damn it, Moony," he murmured, the words laced with equal parts sympathy and amusement, a testament to the complex emotions swirling within the tight-knit circle of friends.

"I didn't even have a chance to react—my mind was spinning at a thousand miles an hour!" Remus defended himself, a hint of laughter lacing his words, attempting to diffuse the lingering tension.

As the friends playfully teased one another, the atmosphere gradually eased, momentarily relieving the weight of their shared turmoil.

"You'll have to talk to her, mate. I can't bear witnessing those lovesick and pouty expressions you both exchange," James teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as Sirius playfully pushed him in response.

"Oh, please! Like you don't make those same looks at your 'precious lily flower'," Sirius retorted, mocking a high-pitched voice with a hearty laugh.

Despite the playful banter, an undercurrent of affection and understanding ran deep within their words, acknowledging the complex emotions that lay beneath the surface.

"Actually, I was hoping you guys could give me some space so I could invite her over to talk," Remus interjected, his voice cutting through the playful banter, revealing his earnest desire for a private conversation.

Sirius feigned astonishment, his eyes widening dramatically as he dramatically brought a hand to his chest, pretending to be overwhelmed.

"You want to kick us out?!" he gasped dramatically, his tone laden with exaggerated humor, though an undertone of understanding danced within his jest.

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AND SO, Remus and Y/N found themselves on opposite ends of the bed, an emotional chasm separating them.

Both ached to bridge the divide, to embrace and seek solace in each other's touch, their longing palpable after days of silent distance.

Suppressing the overwhelming urge to reach out, they fought against the yearning that surged within them, yearning to mend what was broken.

Yet, the air between them crackled with unspoken words and unshared emotions, their eyes drifting away, unable to hold the intense gaze that would only amplify their longing.

With a heavy heart, Remus mustered the courage to steal a glance in her direction, his gaze softening with a melancholic twinkle as he observed her, her eyes fixed on a distant horizon, lost in her own thoughts.

The depths of his sadness reflected in his eyes, mirroring the profound ache that coursed through their untangled souls.

Sensing his unwavering gaze upon her, she tentatively shifted her position on the bed, mustering the strength to meet his earnest brown eyes.

Her lips formed a gentle pursed expression as she prepared to speak, but before she could utter a single word, Remus beat her to it, his voice trembling with remorse.

"I'm sorry... I truly am sorry for how I lashed out," he confessed, his words weighed down by the burden of regret. Nervously, he twirled a small thread between his fingers, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil.

"I was just... scared," Remus whispered, his voice barely above a breath, as if afraid the mere act of voicing his fears would make them all the more real.

"I was terrified that you would leave me, that you would see me as nothing but a monster," he admitted, the vulnerability in his words echoing the depth of his apprehension and longing for acceptance.

As Remus poured out his heart, she remained motionless, her hands tightly clenched at her side, aching with the urge to reach out and touch him, to offer reassurance through the warmth of her touch.

"I don't see you as a monster, Remus," she interjected, her voice filled with unwavering sincerity.

"To me, you're still the same dorky boyfriend who meticulously folds his socks and sometimes wears his reading glasses backwards when you're tired. You're the one who wrinkles his nose at the mere mention of white chocolate," she rambled, a tender smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Her words spilled forth, driven by an overwhelming need to convey the depth of her love and acceptance.

She wanted him to understand that her affection remained steadfast, untarnished by the transformative nature of his monthly struggles. He was not defined by those moments; he was the person she cherished, flaws and all.

Remus's brows furrowed, his heart melting as warmth coursed through his entire being, ignited by her heartfelt ramblings.

In that moment, he realized he hadn't been aware of half the endearing quirks she had just described, yet his heart swelled with gratitude that she saw and cherished them all. She had always known him, truly known him.

With puppy-like eyes filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability, Remus gazed at her, yearning to close the distance between them.

His hands trembled with an undeniable urge to reach out and hold her, to feel the connection that had been strained but not broken.

Moving with caution, he inched closer, searching for any sign of discomfort in her eyes.

When he found none, a flicker of hope danced within him, urging him onward. Without hesitation, he pulled her into an embrace, his fingers gripping her waist with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, as if he were afraid to let go.

In that moment, their intertwined embrace held the weight of unspoken words and a profound love that transcended words alone.

As she melted into the embrace, a contented sigh escaped her lips, surrendering herself to Remus's guiding touch that drew her closer to him, enveloping her in his protective embrace.

His lips brushed against her forehead in a gentle caress, conveying tenderness and affection.

Slowly, he trailed kisses to her nose, cheeks, and chin, each touch igniting a spark within her soul.

But before their lips finally met, he graced her with a breathtaking smile, radiating warmth and love. It was a smile that spoke volumes, assuring her of his unwavering devotion and the depth of his feelings.

She released a blissful sigh that melted into the lingering kiss, savoring the depth of their connection.

With a gentle chuckle escaping her lips, she pulled away slightly, a soft laughter dancing in her eyes as she watched him, his closed eyes yearning for the touch of her lips.

Taking his hand in hers, she lovingly twiddled her fingers with his, intertwining their warmth as she nestled her head beneath his chin, finding solace in his embrace.

Their breaths melded into a tranquil rhythm, harmonizing in perfect unison. In the serenity of the moment, they laughed together, their laughter merging with the gentle cadence of their heartbeats and breaths.

Drifting into a peaceful slumber, they found solace in each other's presence, their shared connection becoming the lullaby that carried them into the realm of dreams.

Moments later, their friends, James, Peter, and Sirius, entered the room, their laughter tapering off as they beheld the sight of the peacefully slumbering couple. A tender silence enveloped the air, as if a sacred moment had been captured.

Unable to resist their strong bond, the trio approached the bed with care, their hearts filled with an unspoken desire to be close to their friends.

In a gentle and deliberate manner, they joined the couple, carefully arranging themselves in a cozy cuddle pile, their warmth and affection mingling in the shared embrace.

In the comfort of that intimate gathering, an unbreakable sense of camaraderie and love permeated the room.

They found solace in each other's presence, creating a haven of support and companionship, a testament to the enduring strength of their friendship.

As sleep gently claimed them, they drifted into dreams, wrapped in the embrace of both friendship and love.

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•@takem3tothelakes

- My fingers were working at like 100mph, and you don’t know how many “Tips for descriptive writing” websites i went on to fine how to describe feelings and find words to match the setting.