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starshine583 · 4 years ago

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Crossing a Line (Epilogue)

(A small epilogue because I love happy endings)

Part 1 / Part 20

Marinette hopped up the front steps to the Agreste mansion, a bright grin on her lips. She didn’t bother knocking on the large, wooden doors before pushing them open. That formality had been thrown out the window a while ago.

“Good afternoon, Mlle. Marinette.” A woman at the front desk greeted her as she walked inside.

“Hello, Mlle. Marie.” Marinette smiled at the brunette. “How are you today?”

Marie returned her smile. “Oh, busy as usual. I’ve informed Felix that you arrived.”

Marinette nodded. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Soon after Nathalie and Gabriel’s arrest, they hired a new secretary to help sort through the Agreste business. She was a young woman in her twenties and extremely sweet. Marinette liked to consider her a friend.

“Marinette.”

The call of her name brought Marinette’s attention to the library across the main floor, where Felix was just now exiting.

“Sorry for the wait.” He apologized as he closed the gap between them. “I was finishing a chapter from my book.”

Marinette chuckled. “So your book is more important than my company?”

“Of course not.” Felix laughed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. “You’re my top priority.”

Marinette hummed. “Is that so? I’m not sure I believe you.”

Felix snorted and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Marinette, of course, sank into it and wrapped her arms around his neck. No matter how often they kissed now-a-days, it still felt like the first time, skipping her heart and melting her insides.

They broke apart, if only for the sake of Marie, but Felix stayed close enough that she could still feel his breath on her lips as he said, “Do you believe me now?”

Marinette giggled, touching her forehead to his. She hoped that this warmth flooding her chest never went away. “I don’t know.. You might have to try harder to convince me.”

A soft laugh passed Felix’s lips, but before he could pull her into another kiss, another voice rang across the mansion.

“Hey, Bugaboo! I didn’t know you were coming today.”

Marinette leaned back to give Adrien a smile. “Felix invited me. He says that we haven’t spent enough time together lately.”

“Didn’t he say that when you visited two days ago?” Adrien replied, a knowing grin on his lips.

Marinette nodded. “And the evening after he visited my house the night before that.”

“It’s still true.” Felix defended, lacing his fingers behind Marinette’s back to keep her close to him. “Anytime spent without you is a waste.”

A blush bloomed across Marinette’s cheeks, and she wondered if her smile could get any bigger.

“Is that my future daughter-in-law I hear?”

The boys perked up, immediately whirling around to see Emilie standing at the top of the stairway. She gave them all a warm smile and started her descent to meet them on the main floor.

“Mom!”

“Mother.”

Adrien jumped to help Emilie make her way down the steps, and Felix followed behind him, taking Marinette’s hand to drag her along as well. She would have walked with them anyway, but she wasn’t going to complain about Felix holding her hand.

Emilie waved Adrien away with a laugh. “Oh, don’t fuss over me. The doctor said that I need to work on moving alone anyway.”

“I just don’t want you to fall.” Adrien said, stopping next to her.

Emilie wrapped an arm around him in a side hug. “I know, dear, and I appreciate the sentiment. I still need to practice by myself, though.”

Felix stepped forward as well, and Emilie gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead before turning to Marinette and holding out her hand.

Marinette gladly obliged the silent request and moved forward to receive a side hug of her own. “How are you getting along? Does anything hurt?”

Emilie shook her head. “I’m doing wonderfully thanks to you, sweetheart. I just got the ‘okay’ to walk around without my crutches yesterday too. The doctor thinks I’ll be in perfect condition in about a month or so’s time.”

“That’s good to hear, Mlle. Agreste.” Marinette smiled. “I’m glad you’re doing well.”

They’d gotten quite a scare when Emilie didn’t wake up after Marinette’s attempts to heal her. Marinette had thought that she failed, that she went through all the trouble of getting her miraculous back for a lost cause.

Thankfully, however, that didn’t turn out to be the case, as Emilie woke up a few minutes later. Her reaction to the magic hadn’t been immediate, but it still worked. That was all Marinette could have hoped for.

Emilie shot her a playfully stern look. “Now, now, we’ve talked about this. Just because I’m your employer doesn’t mean you have to address me formally. Call me ‘Emilie’.”

Marinette chuckled. “I’m glad you’re doing well, Emilie.”

Emilie nodded, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. “Speaking of which, does my top designer have any new sketches for me?”

Due to Gabriel’s forced retirement, Emilie became the new CEO of the Gabriel brand. She started off by throwing away the strict guidelines that Gabriel had been wrapping around his staff and hired a handful of new people to stretch out the creativity. One of those people included Marinette.

“I’ve been experimenting with a few things.” Marinette admitted.

“Good, good! Let’s all talk over a cup of tea.” Emilie beamed. She paused at the bottom of the stairs and turned to Marie. “Marie, darling, would you be so kind as to get us some Ruby Oolong tea?”

Marie stood from her desk chair. “Of course, Mademoiselle. Shall I bring it to the living room?”

“Yes, please.”

The group moved to the living room, while Marie left for the kitchen. Marinette and Felix took the love seat, naturally, and Felix made sure there was little space between them as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Adrien and Emilie sat down on the three-cushion couch, both throwing a teasing smile to the couple.

“You two have no shame, do you?” Adrien joked.

Marinette giggled and leaned into Felix’s shoulder. “Should we?”

“No, not at all.” Emilie replied hastily. “It’s good to see Felix so happy.”

Marie joined them in the living room a few minutes later, holding a tray that had three cups and a small kettle on it. She set it down on the coffee table and began filling the cups with tea. Then, upon their requests, she put a certain amount of sugar or honey into each of the cups.

“Please enjoy.” Marie said after handing out the drinks.

“Thank you very much.”

With her job finished, the secretary scurried out of the room so she could return to her paperwork, and Emilie continued the conversation.

“She’s such a lovely lady.” Emilie remarked, taking a sip of her tea. “Always willing to help.”

Marinette nodded in agreement. “It’s always a pleasure to talk with her.”

Emilie hummed and reached forward to grab the tv remote. She clicked a round button on the corner of the device, and the tv in front of them flickered on. A woman appeared on the screen, flashing the camera a bright smile as she talked.

~Yes, two months has passed since big-time fashion icon Gabriel Agreste was taken into custody and charged with terrorism for being the infamous villain known as ‘Hawkmokth’. Unfortunately, his assailant known as ‘Le Paon’ is yet to be found.~

A smile found its way onto Marinette’s lips, and she glanced up at Felix.

“That’s quite a shame.” Emilie commented, holding the same smile. She threw Felix a mischievous look. “Don’t you think?”

Felix smirked.

“Quite.”

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sailorshadzter · 5 years ago

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soon you’ll get better.

part 2 to my taylor swift lover album inspired jonsa series. (<--- thats really a mouthful lol)

im really excited to get further into the album, but recently, it was one of my best friend’s mom’s birthdays, though she passed away about nine years ago now. she was like a second mother to me & i miss her a lot. there were so many days i spent with her while she was sick & a lot of time i spent with her daughters. her younger two girls are like my little sisters.

anyways, i originally wasnt even going to INCLUDE this song in the series, but thinking about this “second mom” of mine inspired me to write this instead.

also, next time, i’m not certain ill follow this same set up.

it might be a time skip, it might be an “inspired by” rather than using the lyrics themselves. who knows! we’ll see what happens.

hope you guys enjoy. :)

It's been several long, grueling weeks without seeing her.

Jon frequents Seasalt Tavern, even on trivia night, if only to catch a glimpse of that shiny red hair. But each night, he's let down. Even now, he hears her song in his brain. The echo of her words, soft and true, sing him to sleep when he closes his eyes each night. She haunts him, in a way no woman has ever done before.

Lunch break. It comes every day, a glorious hour where Jon steps away from his desk if only to stretch his legs. He joined the Westeros Special Forces unit only six months ago, a transfer in from the Northern faction, deciding to head South for a change of scenery post break up. Ygritte had been... Well, a spitfire, to say the least. And hard to forget. Their relationship had been as fiery as her temper and her hair. Yeah, he has a type, so sue him. While he didn't miss the fights and the theatrics of the relationship, he missed being with someone. Ygritte cared about him in her own, weird sort of way, and he misses the companionship she had provided him for nearly three years.

Jon sighs as he steps out into the afternoon sun, deciding the local coffee shop would suffice for lunch today. It's only a short walk up the street and Jon finds himself stepping inside within minutes, the blast of cold air refreshing. Six months in of living in the South and Jon still hasn't quite adjusted to the heat. He misses the icy cold air of the North- somehow, it felt cleaner up there. That ache in your lungs you felt when you took in the first breath of cold, morning air... He misses that almost as much as he misses the fiery warmth of a woman in his bed.

The girl behind the counter smiles and offers a wave- she's a University student, Jon has learned in his time coming here, eager to graduate the following spring and step into a new world as a nurse. "Hey Jon," she greets as he approaches, "the usual?" It's Jon's turn to grin as he nods and turns to head towards his usual table, but is surprised to find it already occupied.

And just like that, there she is.

She's surrounded by notebooks and a textbook or two, though she seems focused on a single notebook. Her red hair is twisted back into braids and tucked up with pins, though a few strands have fallen free to frame her face. Jon sucks in a breath as he watches her for only a moment more, for she looks up then and notices him staring. At once, she sits up straighter, squinting her eyes as recognition spreads across her face. "Hey," she says after a moment, folding her arms over the tabletop as she leans forward. "Jon, right?" She says, though she's not forgotten his name. She's recited it over and over and over again since the night they met. "Nice suit." Her eyes trail him up and down and Jon feels warmth spread to his cheeks, her lip gloss lips curving with a smile. If she notices the gun strapped to his hip, she doesn't mention it.

"Call it a drawback to the job," Jon jokes a moment later when he finally finds his voice again, the sweet sound of her laughter ringing in his ears. His heart soars. "I haven't seen you, at the bar I mean." He says and at once, he regrets it. She sits up straighter, those ocean blue eyes widening ever so slightly as she regards him closely. "I-I mean, they're talking about you. About your song, your voice." Smooth, he thinks as he can only hope a hole opens up on the floor and swallows him up. Just then, the barista appears with his steaming drink, to which he grins and gives his thanks before the girl is gone, leaving him there to probably continue to embarrass himself. But to his surprise, she does not send him away with a scowl or cruel words, rather her face softens and she gestures for him to sit.

"If you want," she says, an offering, her head tilted to the side, the stray strand of hair falling just across her forehead. He wishes he could push it back, he wishes he could feel it between his fingers. It takes him only a moment to take the seat across from her, his to-go cup warm despite the cardboard slip around it's middle. "I've been busy," she says by way of explanation, a fleeting look of sadness crossing her features as she looks back at him. For some reason, despite not knowing him, Sansa feels as if she can trust him. His dark, solemn eyes give her a sense of hope she's not felt in a long time. "Besides, I couldn't come back without another song."

"So there's another one?" He asks, taking the first sip of his coffee. It's a simple order, a caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, one which he never deviates from. "Open mic night is next week, isn't it?" She grins and nods, telling him she heard from her friend Margaery about the next date and that she would be there.

"Margaery has been trying to drag me out for weeks now, I haven't-" she stops, realizing she's about to dump something on him that's probably beyond a normal talking point for a first real conversation. As if Jon senses her uncertainty, he offers her a smile and encourages her to go on. "It's my mother..." Sansa shifts in her chair, absently swirling the last swallow of coffee in her mug as she looks anywhere but Jon's face. "She's sick and I... Between taking care of her and my little brothers and sister..." She looks up and it's written all over Jon's face- sympathy, yet understanding. There is no judgment, there is nothing but warmth. Somehow, it's as if she's known him all her life, not a single conversation in a dark bar. "Anyways, Margaery says it's good if I get out sometimes, you know? So I let her drag me out every now and again." She smiles as she thinks of her friend, who she knows loves her dearly. Margaery was a good, no a great, friend and Sansa reminds herself to give her friend a hug.

"I'm sorry... About your mother." Jon says after a moment, knowing the pain of losing a mother, though he doesn't mention such a thing to her. The last thing he wants to do is remind her of what she certainly worries about often. "You have siblings?" He asks instead and is delighted to see the smile brighten up her face as she nods.

"Three of them. Two brothers, Bran is thirteen and Rickon is nine. Arya is fifteen." Her little siblings are her entire world. They have always been close, the Stark children that is, especially so in the four years since Robb had died. But even as kids, even with the years between them all, they had always been close. And with her mother's illness and her father's business, it left much of raising them to her. She could not remember a time where she was not with the little ones, though now that they're older and mostly taking care of themselves, she wishes she could go back. It hadn't always been easy, but she loved every moment spent with those little siblings of hers. "What about you?"

Jon smiles when he shakes his head. "I don't have much family at all, well aside for a distant cousin who lives in Essos." He had never known his father and his mother had died when he was just a kid, leaving him to be raised in foster homes until he came of age. "It's just me and Ghost, honestly."

"Ghost?" She asks and Jon can't stop from reaching for his cell phone, pulling up the most recent photo of the big, white dog he means. "A wolf dog?!" She blurts without warning, excitedly reaching for her own phone, which lay beside the notebook she'd been writing in. She taps the screen and shows him the background photo- a family photo of five kids with varying shades of hair, each proudly standing with shaggy pups that were as colorful as them. She draws the phone back towards her and when she hands it back, there's a photo instead of a beautiful gray wolf like dog, who's eyes are more gold than yellow. "That's Lady."

"You all have them?" Jon is surprised- he's never met another person with a wolf dog like Ghost, let alone a family of them.

"My father... He found an entire litter when we were kids," she explains, the memory burned into her brain as if it had happened only yesterday. "My family's sigil is a direwolf, so my father said he couldn't just turn them away. He said they came to us for a reason." For a litter of pups to be born, five pups for the five Stark children, it had surely been a sign from the Old Gods, and so despite her mother's wishes, all the puppies came home to the children. The way he's leaning over the table, he can see the soft curves of her handwriting on the paper- small and neat, her handwriting fits her perfectly. She must notice him looking for she grins and slides the paper towards him. "Next week's song," she says, tapping the top where she's written the apparent name across the top. "I think it's finished... I hope it's finished."

Jon reads only the first few lines before he pushes it back towards her. "I want to hear it when it is," he says and drains the last sip of his drink. "Listen, I have to head back to the office now but I uh... I'll see you next week." He rises up to his feet, the scrape of the chair against the floor the only noise in the room for a single moment. Sansa smiles and yet again, Jon is rendered breathless by her. If only this moment could last forever.

"Yeah, next week," she replies, barely breathing herself.

When Jon approaches the desk to pay for his drink, he tells the barista he wants to pay for her drink too. Though she's surprised, the young woman does as he's bid and waves to him as he takes the receipt and his change and heads for the door. Just as he goes to toss it into the waste bin, he peaks at the receipt and to his surprise, sees that she must have ordered the very same drink as him.

[ x x x ]

The bar is quiet as Sansa climbs up to the stage again.

Again, accompanied only by her guitar, she gazes out into the crowd of people, smiling down at her brunette friend before she speaks into the microphone. "I had an entirely different song planned for this night a few weeks ago, but my mother... She's sick and she's relapsed so I wrote this for her." In the long nights beside the hospital bed, the beeping of the machines her only melody, she had penned these lyrics. She had scribbled these lines onto napkins and the back of her hand. She had written this song to remind herself that in the end, her mother would step out of the hospital and home would become home again. Taking a deep breath, she strums the guitar and finds the right note.

And then she sings.

"The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair In doctor's-office-lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared That was the first time we were there."

Jon sits at the bar again.

It's his usual spot, with his usual drink in hand. He had saw her come in- red hair in curls and her impossibly long legs wrapped in denim- but hadn't got a chance to talk to her. Her friend, Margaery he thinks it is, sits where she sat the first time, but this time the guy she had been crushing on sits beside her, arm around her waist.

The song Sansa sings... He recalls reading those first few lines in the coffee shop but hearing her silky voice singing them makes all the difference. She's stronger this time- less nervous than she must have been the first time around and Jon is surprised when from across the room, their eyes meet.

And he swears his heart must stop.

"Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon 'Cause you have to."

Those words are the soft plea of a daughter to her sick mother, the simple view that there was no other option than to recover. Jon glances around the room and can see there are at least five others in that room who know the feelings she's singing about.

Yet again, Sansa's song is reaching people.

"I know delusion when I see it in the mirror You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal I just pretend it isn't real I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try."

One of the women Jon had noticed earlier is openly crying at her table now and he recognizes her as the one who had lost her mother only a month before. Jon recalls that pain himself, despite the years that it's been since he lost his own mother. He can still recall the sweet scent of her perfume, but he's forgotten what her voice sounded like or how warm her arms had been whenever she hugged him. It's been many years since he lost his mother, but the pain of it never goes away. Not entirely.

On the stage, Sansa too sees the woman that cries softly at her table, the man beside her wrapping his arm around her in comfort. She wishes she hadn't made her cry, she feels bad about that, in truth, but there's no stopping now.

"And I hate to make this all about me But who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do If there's no you? This won't go back to normal, if it ever was It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because 'Cause I have to."

As she breaks into the final chords, the final repeat of soon you'll get better, she looks out into the faces around her, wondering just how many of them out there got the message. How many others besides that single woman understood the pain of watching someone they loved go through an illness? Probably too many, she realizes.

When her hand finally falls from the guitar and silence descends, she lets out the breath she's been holding and her heart skips a beat when the first claps begin. And then it's every person in the bar that's clapping, some even cheering as she smiles for them and descends down to join Margaery at the table.

Jon watches as she escapes from her friend and instead crosses the room to approach the other crying woman. They embrace and when Sansa pulls back, the woman holds her at arm's length as they talk. When they finish their conversation, Sansa does not return to Margaery's table but to his shock, she comes towards the bar to stand before him where he sits on his usual stool. "Buy me a drink?" She asks with a grin and for a moment, Jon is too stunned to say anything. But then he nods and she slides onto the stool beside him, so close that again he catches the scent of her sweet perfume.

They talk for what could be several hours, Jon seems to have lost track of the time as he sits there with her. It isn't until Margaery approaches her, a touch to her shoulder, a quick but silent it's time to go home. "I have to go," she says, brushing a curl behind an ear, revealing the three little studs she wears in her lobes. "Maybe we don't have to wait until the next mic night to see each other," she grins as she slides a piece of paper towards him as she hops of the stool, a little wobbly after her three drinks. Before Jon can speak, she's rushing after Margaery who waits at the door for her, her guy already out in the lot to fetch the car.

Jon lifts up the piece of paper and he finds his heart is racing as he realizes it's her phone number written there. Pre written, he realizes, meaning she had always intended on giving it to him. He feels warm and it's not just because of the four drinks he's consumed sitting there with Sansa. Okay... That might be partly to blame, but mostly he's just beyond happy. He reaches for his phone and adds her into his contacts list, clicking the new message icon, though he hesitates for a moment. Was it weird if he texted her so quickly? No, he decides, she gave him her number, which meant she wanted him to text her.

And so he taps the message space and begins to type.

Sansa is climbing into the backseat of the car when her phone beeps.

She fishes it out of her purse and her heart skips a beat when she sees it is a number not yet saved to her contacts. "He texted you? Already?" Margaery is excited in the front seat, the one who had encouraged Sansa to talk to him that night, the one to write down her phone number for Sansa to give to him. "I told you," she mumbled as she turned back around, smiling to herself as she thinks of the way the dark haired, brooding sort of man had been staring at her friend both last time and tonight. After the last relationship Sansa had been in, she deserved someone who looked at her like this Jon looked at her.

On Sunday's I take Ghost to the dog park. Maybe Lady would like to join him?

Sansa smiles and types a quick reply.

Just as he's sliding off the stool that his phone lights up on the bar. Jon can't help but to chuckle when he sees her response.

Lady would love that, but I hope I'm invited. 👀

When she reads his response, she's grinning, a strange warmth filling her up, threatening to spill over. Sorry, I forget how to act when I think about cute dogs owned by cute girls. Another text comes before she can reply to the first. I'll see you and Lady both there, say noon?

She nods, though he can't see, and hits send on her own message.

Jon climbs into his car and hears the beep of her reply. We'll see you there. :)

He drives himself home and it isn't until he's settled into his apartment that he realizes his phone went off without him noticing. Unlocking the screen, he's surprised to see it's a picture message, rather than just a normal text. This is how she looks at me when I tell her we have plans tomorrow. The picture is of Lady asleep on the couch, or at least pretending to be, as she has one yellow eye open looking up at Sansa who must be leaning over her to snap the picture. We're going to bed, see you tomorrow. I promise she's as excited as I am. Her next text comes a moment later and Jon grins down at Ghost, reciting the message aloud to the dog. "She's excited..." He murmurs as he sinks back into the couch, not fully prepared to head to bed.

In her bedroom, stripped down to nothing but a t-shirt, Sansa is climbing into bed when her phone vibrates on her bedside table. Reaching for it, she blinks against the brightness of her screen so she can read Jon's last message. Ghost on the other hand... A pause and then the photo comes, making her smile as she clicks it to enlarge it. It's of the great big white wolf, grinning like only a dog can, clearly excited by something Jon is doing or saying. Sleep tight, girls, comes last and as Sansa curls up beneath her blankets, she smiles to herself, not yet daring to believe that this is entirely real. Jon seems almost too good to be true. Though, she supposes there's only one way to figure it out. She hasn't dated in well over a year... Not since Joffrey... But something tells her Jon is the farthest type from Joffrey that could ever possibly be.

As she closes her eyes, she thinks of him, of those deep set brown eyes, and falls asleep.

#jonsa #jonsa au #modern au #jon x sansa #taylor swift #album: lover #now i really want to write their date at the dog park lol

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rositxespinosa · 5 years ago

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It’s Complicated: Chapter 4

Remus Lupin x OC Rosalina Redd

Warnings: None

Enjoy!

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The alarm clock on your bedside table went off the following morning far earlier than you would’ve liked. You spent a large portion of yesterday’s afternoon walking the grounds of the school, trying to rationalize your thoughts. Part of you knew that your fear of rejection and your list of insecurities were to blame for these negative thoughts. You knew deep down that there was always the possibility that Remus had feelings for you. One thing you knew for sure though, was that you had fallen for him, and hard.

That morning had been difficult. You missed chatting with Remus over breakfast. You were thankful though for Mrs. Sprout, because she noticed your usual companion was missing, and came to sit next to you at once, trying to lift your spirits. Monday morning you had Charms at 10, which helped take your mind of things. At the end of the lesson you called out to the class what their homework assignment was and turned to sit back at your desk. Upon sitting down you realized that one of your students was standing by his desk in the back row, waiting.

“Harry,” You said, surprised to see him. “Come here.” You motioned him over to your desk. “What is it dear?” You asked with interest. He looked around the room before his green eyes met yours. His demeanor was awkward, like he was nervous about something.

“Oh um, it’s just,” He took a long breath, “I noticed you seemed a bit sad today and was wondering if you were ok?” Harry spoke so quickly you were proud of yourself for catching what he’d said. You smiled at him and let out a gentle laugh.

“Yes Harry, I’m alright. I appreciate you asking, that was very kind of you. You are quite observant hmm?” You said, leaning back in your chair. Harry smiled and replied with a sheepish grin at your compliment.

“I think I picked it up from Hermione if I’m being honest.” He admitted. His shoulders dropped and there was a more confident smile on his face.

“Ah yes, miss Granger. How is she? Is she ill?” At the mention of your students name you remembered she hadn’t come to class that morning, which was extremely out of character for her.

“Oh! Uh yeah shes fine, I think. I don’t know why she wasn’t here, honestly.” Harry sounded nervous again, like he was in trouble. You shook your head.

“You’re not in trouble Harry. I was simply wondering. It seems that you, miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley are never seen apart.” You teased. “And I see that Mr. Weasley is waiting for you, Harry.” At his look of confusion you pointed to your classroom doorway where none other than Ron Weasley was peering inside, trying and failing to be discreet. Harry turned back to look at you with flushed cheeks and muttered a sorry.

“It’s alright Harry. Now go on, you have other classes to attend.” Harry started to walk back towards Ron when you remembered something.

“Oh and Harry?” He and Ron turned to look at you.

“Nice job on your paper last week, it was a wonderful read.’’ You said before turning your gaze to Ron. “And Mr. Weasley,” You started, “Excellent job on the homework, you’re really improving.” Ron became flustered at your praise. “Now go, both of you. Off to class.” You shooed the two boys away, who sprinted off with big goofy grins plastered on their faces.

The rest of your Monday wasn’t as bad as you expected. But as 2 o’clock rolled around you started to feel down again. Every Monday at 2 for the last month and a half you would have tea and chocolate with Remus in his office. Or in your case, coffee and chocolate. It had become sort of a tradition. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays you’d meet in his office, while the other days of the week you’d meet in yours. The time spent chatting about anything and everything and drinking your coffee with the company of Remus is where your feelings for him developed. It’s where you discovered each other’s interests, what your goals in life were, and where you jokingly gossiped about the staff. You got to see him in a different light. When the two of you spent time together you felt free and safe. Remus treated you respectfully; like an equal. That’s more than you can say for the other men you’ve brought into your life. He made you feel not only safe, but secure and comfortable. You were undoubtedly physically attracted to him, but it was also so much more than that for you. You felt like maybe you had found the one, but you were left with feelings of doubt and insecurity.

Two in the afternoon came and went, as did your thoughts. You spent the rest of the afternoon having a lesson with the first years and grading assignments. Dinner time was quickly approaching, so you stood from your desk and left to go down to the Great Hall.

****

The rest of the week went by smoothly. While you did miss Remus’s presence, you busied yourself with work. Occasionally you would take breaks in between lessons to walk the grounds and get fresh air. You didn’t like being cooped up in your classroom all day, and with November soon approaching the air had been more crisp and cool, making going outside from the warm castle a nice refresher. On your way back one morning you were caught off guard by two voices.

“Severus, don’t be a fool. You know the cost of me not taking the potion.” Your ears perked up at the sound of Remus’s voice. He sounded calm, yet exhausted. You had no doubt he probably looked it too, but you couldn’t see him. You were at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall and listening to the conversation going on a few feet away from you.

“Don’t call me a fool!” Snape spat. “You’re lucky I even agreed to make this potion for you. Wouldn’t want your little girlfriend to find out now would we?” He mocked. Your stomach dropped. What was he talking about?

“Severus yo-” Remus stopped talking the moment you walked out from behind the wall, pretending you had just happened to be walking by. His lips formed into a small smile at the sight of you, making your stomach flip with glee. You smiled back at him. Snape stood there with a scowl on his face, as usual.

“I’ll bring you your potion later tonight, Lupin.” And with that he turned and walked off to the dungeons, his black robes swaying behind him. You turned back to Remus and cocked your head at him. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t seem to form the right words. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, making him chuckle.

“If there’s something you’d like to say please don’t let me stop you from saying it.” Looking into his eyes you felt yourself relax. You were safe with him, you knew that.

“I’m not sure it would be appropriate to ask.” You admitted.

“It’s about what Severus spoke of, isn’t it?” You nodded your head, never losing eye contact with him. He looked down and heaved out a sigh. Looking back up he gave you an assuring smile.

“Severus has been kind enough to brew me a special potion for when I feel ill. It has been helping me heal up much quicker than I would without it.”

You heard the words you spoke before you realized you had spoke them.

“Do you fall ill often?” You asked abruptly. Your eyes widened. “Forgive me, that was rude of me. Remus I-” He held out his hands and silenced you.

“It’s alright, Rosa, there’s no need to apologize.” Your heart skipped at beat at the nickname. The corridor suddenly felt hotter than before. “I do unfortunately fall ill often, but I assure you it’s nothing to worry about.” Remus finished. The pair of you stood in the middle of the hall, staring at each other in content silence before you asked,

“Would you care to join me for tea, Remus? I believe we have a lot of catching up to do.” You smiled at the smirk on his face.

“I would love to. Shall we use my office? I reckon it’s closer.” You nodded in agreement and you and Remus walked to his empty classroom, closing the door shut upon entering it. It was the same as it had been nearly two weeks prior. Books were stacked high on top of shelves, papers were scattered across his desk, an old tea mug still laid on it. It was cozy, familiar, and it smelt like him. He insisted you sat down while he fixed himself a cup of tea, and you a cup of coffee, just how you liked it; two creams and two sugars. You thanked him as he handed it to you and sat down himself.

“It appears you’re feeling better. That’s good.” You said, taking a sip of your coffee. He nodded and sat the cup of tea down on his desk.

“Yes, I am feeling much better. Not quite back to full health, but better.” He picked up his cup of tea and began to drink from it. There were a few moments of tense silence.

“Remus,” You started, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “I don’t want things to be weird between us. I know you were ill, and we haven’t spoke since before then, but please, let’s go back to how we were.” You pleaded. Remus had a hint of sadness in his eyes but gave you a smile nonetheless, quickly recomposing himself.

“I agree,” He said, and you heard yourself sigh with relief, to which he chuckled. “Now, lets get to catching up, shall we?” You smiled at his words, and feeling thankful that he was back.

***

You spent the rest of the morning with Remus. The air in the room became clear, and the two of you laughed and joked as you had done many times before. You told him about how well your lessons have been going, and how you thought the students liked you, to which he agreed. After talking with him about what you were planning for the students Charms final, you and him headed down to the Great Hall for lunch.

You tried to ignore the stares you and Remus received when you walked into the hall together. Some were knowing, others were filled with curiosity and confusion. Hushed whispers were heard as you made your way to the front table.

Lunch had been most uncomfortable. Once food had been served the student’s attention was on eating and chatting with their friends. However, the other professors were acting.....odd. McGonagall gave you a cheeky grin and winked, while Snape was glaring holes into the side of Remus’s head. The attention on you and Remus made you nervous. You liked Remus, hell, you may have even been in love with him. But you hadn’t told him yet, or even made it clear that you wanted to be with him. Yet somehow the school knew what was going on. Was it that obvious? You knew you’d have to pluck up the courage and just tell him, sooner rather than later.

#harry potter #harry potter imagines #remus lupin #severus snape #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x oc #harry potter x oc #my writing

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Today’s been a little bit of a rollercoaster, ngl.

I woke grumpy. I was grumpy and grouchy and tired. I’d slept badly (having taken a 4hr nap the evening before) and so I’d ended up only getting about 5 hours. I felt cute in my outfit though, and my eyeliner was fairly even (thank goodness). But my computer refused to load in my first class, and in my second lesson I spent 45 minutes on a maths question, only to find I’d made a mistake in the first line of working. My teacher had forgotten to get me some work he’d promised me, and I was stressed. I then found my period had come unexpectedly (thank goodness for black jeans), and there was someone on My Desk in the study room (it has the best view down all three corridors - and a girl has to know what’s going on). My holepunch exploded in my bag, leaving tiny polkadots on all of my stuff. I take a handful of painkillers, and clear everything up.

I worked on the maths from second period for 20 minutes of my lunch, and my maths teacher went through the question with me slowly, as well as bringing me most of the work he’d promised me. Things are looking up. Sure, I only had 10 minutes left to eat my lunch, but I can cope. I needed to go and collect a marked essay from my literature class. Except when I found my lit teacher, she hadn’t marked it. Okay. Fine. I can wait until after the break to see it, but ‘will you email me the improvement bulletpoints please?’, I asked her. After all, whats the point in me writing essays all holiday if I’m focusing on the wrong thing. It’d take her 5 minutes to send me a quick email, and I don’t need any great detail in it. She refused. I didn’t understand why, and received a lecture on how I’m ‘doing fine in class, and need to back off and chill out’. Great. Just what I needed today. I was hormonal and tired, and didn’t trust myself to explain the logic and beg her for it without crying so I left. I had 2 minutes until the bell. I ate a carrot stick and walked to psychology, stressed and still on the verge of tears.

Somewhere in that double class, as I studied the rehabilitation and management of offenders, the stress faded. A lightness appeared in my heart, and my mind felt a little more clear. Class let out 15 minutes early, and I ate my lunch in the peacefully deserted study area. On the bus, I held my books tight, gleaning comfort from their pressure against my chest, and didn’t feel my eyes drooping as they usually tended to, with every jolt of the vehicle shaking me awake, but instead watched the soft clouds overhead.

I hoovered the house, made a coffee, and without mindless minutes scrolling aimlessly on my phone, I sat down and filed the papers which had been drowning me for the last few weeks. I opened my computer and formally requested a few days off work for various exams, as I’d been putting off for a few weeks. I typed up some notes. Tea was tasty and somewhat tense, as normal, but the conflict didn’t bring me down how it usually does. I spent an hour or so following my study schedule, making more typed resources, before lapsing into a little bit of compulsive procrastination. But I managed to drag myself out after only about 20 or 30 minutes, and adjusted my schedule appropriately so I didn’t lose any study time. I settled down and worked a little later to finish the mindmap I was doing, ignoring message distractions until I was done.

Now I’m going to put pyjamas on. I’m going to go down and make a hot chocolate, take a painkiller, fill a hot water bottle, then watch an episode of comedy, perhaps, then hopefully be tucked up, peacefully asleep by two, if not sooner. I’ve got a long relaxed morning factored into my study timetable, so I shouldn’t need to do any work until 2pm. I’m going to put a note on my door, asking that I’m not woken up (we’ll see if it works). The afternoon is kind of busy, with lots of work I’ve neglected, such as from my long nap yesterday, but it’ll be managable if I’m as productive and self-controlled as tonight. I’m hoping I will be. I’m feeling a lot of love for everyone in my life tonight. All my friends, everyone I’ve taken a little for granted and haven’t reciprocated the same support they offer me. Actually, writing this, I’ve just remembered I really owe someone a reply, but I think that will maybe have to come tomorrow morning. I want to be able to give them time and energy, rather than rushing something out because I’m tired and want to chill. They’re good to me, and they deserve more than that after all that they do.

This doesn’t have any meaning. It’s long and garbled, and honestly just pointless. But I think this day has been kind of cathartic. I’ve processed a lot of stuff, and somehow, despite everything bad or stressful that happened, I’ve realised that if i don’t allow myself to ruminate on it, then I can move on a lot faster. So I’m going to work on that more. Instead of feeling sad, I’m going to try to study something new or interesting. Maybe do something challenging, since I read about a study which said that we’re happiest being challenged.

I mostly think I needed to work out the path of this day in my head. I needed to accept that a bad morning only becomes a bad day if I don’t allow it to improve. If this is what recovery is, and this is what feeling normal is, then I think I’m definitely ready to love life like this every day.

#also i'm beginning to think my depression might be a touch seasonal now #i'm doing much better #and this sunny day seems to be helping me #i think this is a step up from chronic so i can deal with this #hell talks

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