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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 3 years

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signal boosting this not only bc it was my work that was stolen but bc plagiarism is never okay! creators spend way too much time on their work for it to be stolen.

PSA: Tracking down stolen work:

As you all probably are aware, people have found their work has been stolen by user @palomazuniga on Wattpad in a book titled “Fred and George Weasley (Imagines and one shots)” Several writers, including @harrysweasleys and more have had their work taken and reuploaded without consent or awareness that this was happening. I’m really happy that the writers involved are reaching out to the person doing this in order to, hopefully, get credit - or even better - get the work taken down, but I wanted to find the other writers and give credit where it’s due. I’ll also be commenting these on the stolen work on wattpad obviously but I figured I’d make a post here with links and credit to the original authors of the work. If there are any I cannot find, I expect you all to asume that it most certainly does NOT belong to Palomazuniga.

So far I’ve found (and I’m doing this in the order they’re posted in the stolen work):

Detention Blues - by MadameInserts on Deviantart

Mistletoe in spring by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Rain check? by @potter-imagines

PDA by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Stay here by @weasley-imagines

Moon and back by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Jumper wars by @d31m1

Troubled thoughts by @lupinlongbottom

My promise by @weasley-imagines

Cuddling with George would include - by @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

Here by @potterlyimagines

Wake up, love by @imagine-x-everything

Cuddling by @fredisababe

Thunderstorm by @weasley-imagines

Comfort by PrincessPrankster on Deviantart

Not too bad by @potter-imagines

Forgiveness by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Sappy dates by @potter-imagines

Sweater Weather by @roonilwazlibimagines

I need you to kiss it better by @roonilwazlibimagines

Christmas fun by @weasley-imagines

Eiffel tower by @potter-imagines

Jealous boyfriend by @potter-imagines

The proposal (engaged on wattpad) - @geminio-weasley-imagines

You lied to me by @hpimaginethat

Red thread by @peachyypotterarchive

Late night cuddling by @potter-imagines

Endlessly by Miss-Union-Jack on Deviantart

Christmas lights and sweet memories - unknown

The proposal by @eleven-times-lively

Picnic on the pitch by @eleven-times-lively

Moving in by @eleven-times-lively

In sickness, in health by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Perfect by @megslangley02

The proposal by AnnaeJD on Ao3

Tickle fights by @megslangley02

Christmas morning by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

Home - unknown

Ring by @saunteredvaguelydownward

Never leave your side by @potter-imagines

I’m sorry by @potter-imagines

Stay here all day by @imagining-potter

Safe and sound by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Bedridden boyfriend by @fredisababe

Never alone by @weasleyimaginewheezes

detention with the toad by @always-oneshots

View by unknown

snow day by @thoseofgreatambition

sleight of hand by @lupinlongbottom

It’s my fault by @weasley-imagines

engagement judgement by @imaginethatalena

There’s that smile by @accio-imagines

Naptime by @thoseofgreatambition

Christmas magic by @accio-imagines

Hope by unkown

Scaring you by @fallern618

Eye on the prize by @lupinlongbottom

My felix felicis by @randomfandomimagine

If you die, I’m going to kill you by @hpimaginethat

together by unknown

night to remember by @potter-imagines

Not without you by unknown

Christmas with the Weasleys by @immortal-imagines

Torture by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

The right time by @mrsssiriusblack

Please don’t hurt her by @fredisababe

Gifts by @acromantulla

I’ll protect you by @randomfandomimagine

Before I leave by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

The daughter of Sirius Black by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

Fire by @accio-imagines

I love you too much by @imaginesfromthewizardingworld

Secret relationship by @weasley-imagines

The burrow by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

The war by unknown

Fred being an absolute pain by @freddieweasleywashere

You want to marry me? by @weasley-kings

Rescued by @rillyroo

Fred being a third wheel by @thoseofgreatambition

Beater’s worst nightmare by @the-weasleys-girl

almost (insults on wattpad) by @pufflyhallows

Foul play by @weasley-kings

And to the stars we go by @harrysweasleys (Since Alexa is well aware of the situation I won’t spam her with tags but note that several of her works were stolen)

Maybe some day (parts 1+2) by @weasleyimaginewheezes

Stars by @imobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

Well. This is certainly not how I imagined spending my morning, but here we are. I know this is a long post. Some of the authors who have been tagged here may even already know that their work has been taken. My hopes in making this post are that the authors mentioned here will take action on their own with the knowledge that the writing community here will back them up every step of the way. I hope that this person (whom I assume is either a child or a very childish person) takes the work down or at the least comes clean about stealing the stories. It breaks my heart to know that this “book” has been raking in readers, comments etc with this person taking credit meanwhile the actual writers who put in the hours of writing, editing and publishing have no idea. I’m hoping this also serves as a sort of fic rec list where you can all go and read/re-read these stories and give the original authors some love. God knows they deserve it!

I’ll be making a tiktok and tagging some people who make weasley related content in order to maybe spread some more awareness there since the majority of people on weasley tiktok seem to prefer wattpad over tumblr (only god knows why but that’s their fish to fry)

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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Hello, love. Are your requests open?

yes they absolutely are

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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do u have a masterlist?

yes, it is in my bio. it got fucked up when i updated my theme last week but is now fixed.

i really need to update it but i’m lazy

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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Do u still take requests?

i don’t know why it’s taken me so long to answer this but yes, requests are always open

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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Lily: How do James and Sirius usually get out of these messes?

Remus: They don’t. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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school dances suck. remus lupin x reader

summary. remus goes to the yule ball hoping you’ll be there after weeks of trying unsuccessfully to ask you, you go with very similar intentions in mind. however, dances really aren’t “things” either of you particularly enjoy so you skip it together.

word count. 2k.

warning(s). smoking which is bad, one (1) singular curse word, mutual pining (😎).

a/n. basically, this was heavily inspired by the vibe of the perks of being a wallflower so yeah, that’s all.

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Remus realized he probably should’ve stayed in his dorm. It was a realization that came all too late as he’d already forced himself into a stuffy suit just to spend most of the night leaning against the wall, watching everyone else dance.

He thought that was a good enough way to pass the time. And some part of him hoped that leaning against the wall alone made him look aloof and mysterious, as if everything about him didn’t exude the exact opposite of that. As it turned out, people watching was boring and amounted to ultimately nothing when there wasn’t someone there with him to make sarcastic comments with.

There was also the fact that there was nothing at all that interested him about the dance or most of its participants. The Great Hall was packed full of students and the air was so sticky Remus could hardly breathe. It was mass of bodies writhing along to whatever song the band was playing. Remus couldn’t say he recognized it.

He could barely make out the faces in the crowd. He could only spot James and Lily because Lily’s hair stood out as they danced in small circles with Lily’s head on his shoulder. Sirius, he knew, had already left with some Ravenclaw girl he’d picked up.

At least James and Sirius were having a nice night.

Remus’ eyes roamed across the crowd again. It wasn’t as if he were looking for anyone in particular. No, that would betray his mysterious and aloof disposition. He was simply gazing and if he happened to spot the one person he’d been hoping to see all night, well then, what a happy coincidence that would be.

It had been an off-chance really. He had no certainty that you’d come but even the faint chance that he might run into you was enough for him.

He should’ve asked you. No one could say he never tried. On a few occasions, he’d walk up to you with this entire speech planned and then you’d turn to look at him and he’d go completely blank. He’d stutter out some awkward small talk before excusing himself and then he’d keep himself awake that nighthaunted by how absolutely stupid he had been.

He’d at least managed to ask you if you were coming and, of course, you just shrugged. He didn’t want to push the matter so he just took that as your answer.

He’d thought about it a thousand times, if he was being honest. Whenever he got the dorm alone, which was rare, he’d stand in front of the mirror practicing how he’d “accidentally” bump into you and would ask you for a dance. But, granted, he’d also practiced asking you to the Yule Ball so chances were asking you to dance would go just about the same.

If you’d even show up. He’d spent hours pondering what exactly your shrug meant and concluded, mostly in an attempt to be optimistic, that it meant you would probably be coming. Despite the fact that it was just as likely that it meant you weren’t coming. And as it seems the latter happened to hold true.

He was about ready to leave, hoping that Sirius had not brought the Ravenclaw back to their dorm so that he could just get some sleep. That’s when you joined him on the wall.

He didn’t even notice you inching closer to him, too wrapped up in his endless spiral of overthinking. “Where are your buddies,” you asked him.

He turned to you so quickly you were surprised he didn’t have whiplash. You gave him a smile as he stood there trying to maintain his appearance of calm apathy. “They um...well, I’ve no idea where Sirius and Peter are but James is right over there with Lily.”

Your gaze followed the trail of his pointed finger, leaning into him for a better view of the dancing pair. “They’re a sweet couple, huh?”

Remus nodded, taking a sip of his drink so he wouldn’t have to speak. He was afraid he’d say something absolutely stupid and would ruin what was beginning to be a good conversation.

You turned back to him, nudging him in the side gently. “So you decided to go stag?”

“Yeah, I...um, I guess you could say that. Are you,” he paused, trying to find the words, “here with anyone?”

“Well, wouldn’t you like to know.” You smirked, leaning in to him just slightly. “I’m not for the record.”

“Oh, okay. That’s good—no! I don’t mean that it’s good, I just mean...” You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to finish his thought. He never did, instead he took another swig of his drink.

You both stood there, staring out into the crowd and not quite saying anything. It wasn’t exactly awkward, thankfully. Remus was just glad to have someone to stand there with him, it felt like company even if you weren’t talking.

But Remus knew just standing there wouldn’t be enough for the entire night. You’d get bored and wander off and he’d be alone again. He had to do something quick. Make his move, as Sirius had continually urged him to do.

It was nothing like he’d practiced. When you were actually in front of him, it was as if he couldn’t think and his tongue felt heavy so he couldn’t speak. But if he was going to ask you to dance, it was now or never.

He turned to you and at the exact same time you were doing the same. You locked eyes and shit.

Remus hadn’t even had time to notice the black dress you were wearing. It was strappy and simple and so very you, which is what made it beautiful, and he didn’t want to stare like a creep but it really did suit you. And that was it. Remus’ brain shortcircuited and he was left there staring at you with his mouth hung open like a drooling idiot.

You spoke for him. “Hey, do you maybe wanna get out of here?”

Remus smiled. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected but leaving this ridiculous dance and with you was so much better than anything he could’ve imagined.

“Merlin, yes.”

Again, Remus wasn’t a creep. It was something he prided himself on but also something he had to keep reminding himself whenever he was with you. He stared an unreasonable amount but who could blame him.

You’d snuck him up to the very top of the Astronomy tower where you could be alone. You sat down on the wall looking out at the grounds and smoking a cigarette which Remus had lit. You blew smoke into the night sky and Remus was captivated by the way the moon bounced off your skin. There was something to be said about the moon illuminating a beautiful face and making it all the more beautiful.

You turned to Remus and he tried to look away quickly as if he hadn’t been looking in the first place. As if you couldn’t feel him looking that entire time. You smiled at him and decided not to embarrass him by pointing it out, no matter how much you liked it when he squirmed. It was adorable but you didn’t feel like messing with him tonight.

“You smoke,” you asked him. He looked back up at you.

“From time to time, yes.” You held out your cigarette to him and he took it between his fingers savoring the moment your fingers brushed his momentarily. There was a stain from your lipstick on the edge of the cigarette.

He took a hit, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth and coughing a bit. You slid down the wall you were sitting on to join him on the floor.

He passed the cigarette back to you. “You’ll get your dress dirty.” You shrugged, placing the cigarette neatly between your lips.

“I hate school dances, you know?”

“Me too. They’re just so awkward, there should be a permanent ban on them.” You laughed and Remus was glad to have made you do so. You had a pretty smile and an even prettier laugh.

“Yeah, school dances suck.” Silence settled between you once again and Remus watched the way you played with the hem of your dress. He wanted to do something, to reach out and touch you maybe or say something funny and make you laugh again but none of that seemed right.

Instead, he folded his hands in his laps and stared at them.

“I came hoping I’d see you, Remus.” Remus lifted his head up, looking at you. He was almost certain he hadn’t heard you properly.

“Me?” His eyebrows furrowed because no, that couldn’t be right. You were staring out at the moon, not wanting to meet his eye but you nodded.

“Yeah, I was hoping I’d see you there. I wouldn’t have come otherwise.” Remus couldn’t believe the words you were saying, he felt like he was dreaming.

“I...um,” you continued. You looked at him. “I got a few offers from some other people in our class but I was hoping you’d ask me so I turned them down.” Remus had never heard you speak so softly before. You always spoke with a certain level of confidence that he’d always admired but now you seemed so small.

“I should’ve asked you. I wanted to, I swear.” You got to your feet, leaning against the wall propped up on your forearms so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Then why didn’t you?” You blew out a plume of smoke, shaking the ash from the edge of the cigarette.

Remus stood and practically ran to your side. “I-I don’t know. I guess I just psyched myself out every time I tried and I was nervous you might say no.”

You smiled because there was absolutely no way you would’ve said no. “How do you know unless you try?” You snubbed out what remained of your cigarette before throwing it over the edge of the tower. You looked at him and it took everything in him not to go red from the intensity of the look you gave him.

“I don’t know. I just thought...you’re totally out of my league, so I figured...” He ended his sentence with a shrug. You scoffed at him.

“If you think I give a shit about ‘leagues’ then you must not know me very well. I like you, Remus Lupin.” Remus once again found himself at a loss for words because wow is that not how he expected this night to go.

“I...I like you too. I’ve liked you for the longest times.” You gave him a disbelieving look and he continued. “No, seriously, I-I’ve just never known how to tell you because whenever I’m around you it’s just hard to think or speak or do anything besides look at you.”

You laughed. “So you were just going to keep thinking about it but never do anything?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do with them. “Yeah, sorta.”

You shook your head. “Remus, you can’t live like that. If you wait your entire life for the right moment or for what you want to just miraculously land in your lap then you’ll miss every good thing you could’ve had. And then you’re just left with regrets?”

You were right. He didn’t want to get old and have only what-ifs and what-could’ve-beens. He wanted memories and moments he couldn’t forget. And right now, at that very moment, he wanted you. He wanted to kiss you very badly. He didn’t want to think about kissing you or practice kissing you in the mirror, he just wanted to do it.

So he did.

His hands came up to either side of your face and as if you were anticipating it, your hands rose to meet his. His mouth was on yours as he pushed you back against the wall that surrounded the top of the tower. And if he got flustered talking to you, it was nothing compared to kissing you. He felt dizzy and hot all over but he didn’t want to stop.

He pulled away, trying to catch his breath. “How’s that for impulsive,” he said breathlessly.

You laughed, laying your forehead against his chest. “Not bad, Lupin. Not bad.”

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 4 years

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inappropriate. sirius black x reader

summary. remus finds you and sirius in a...compromising position and decided to share his thoughts on the matter. but as it turns out, remus doesn’t have much room to talk. (an extension of trainee).

word count. just under 3k.

warning(s). suggestive (i.e. making out), age gap, language.

a/n. i really liked trainee and the dynamic of that one-shot so i decided to expand upon that. i think i might make a couple installments to this but we’ll see, let me know what y'all think. oh, and requests are open.

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It had started out completely innocent. Or at least that’s what you told yourself as you made your way up the stairs to Sirius’ room.

The tea that you had in your hand precariously sloshed against the sides of the mugs, probably spilling more than a few drops on the floor. It was made just how Sirius liked it, more sugar and honey than there was tea. You’d have make sure to go back and clean up your mess later, but for now you could care less.

It had been a week since you’d last seen him. Well, you’d seen him. There was an emergency Order meeting and you both had been there, staring at each other from across the table without making it too obvious. Then there was that training session which Remus had sat in on. So yes, you’d seen him but you hadn’t gotten the chance to be near him or touch him.

To run your hands through his hair or brush your lips along his jawline. So, by your standards you had not properly seen him and you had every intention of doing so.

You knocked on his door, biting down on your lip slightly as you waited for his reply.

“Come in,” he shouted.

You opened the door smiling to yourself. He was sat on the couch at the far end of his room in front of the fireplace. He looked over his shoulder at you and returned your smile before bringing his attention back to the Daily Prophet he was reading. As you approached him, he held his hand out to take the tea. You snatched the paper from him, sitting down and draping your legs unceremoniously across his lap.

You pressed your back to the arm of the couch, flipping through the newspaper. Looking at him over the edge of the newspaper, you said, “All you do is read this crap.”

You tried not to notice the way his palms trailed up and down your calf. Tried not to notice how much you had missed his touch but that felt nearly impossible. And oh, he knew what he was doing, you could tell by the stupid smirk on his face.

“Well,” he replied casually, “when you can’t leave the house this is usually how you stay up to date on current events.” His shirt was only partially buttoned and you couldn’t shake the idea of tracing your fingers along his tattoos. You didn't want to stare but how could you not.

Before you could look away, Sirius had already caught you looking. There was an endearing smile on his face that would’ve been cute if he wasn’t so damn cocky. You were about to make a sarcastic comment when Sirius grabbed your ankles and pulled you forward.

You landed next to him on the couch with a yelp. His hand was on your back, holding you steady. He leaned in to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Everyone’s downstairs.” Usually, Sirius would have cared. He was always very careful not to get caught, sometimes too careful. But it had been a week and he missed you and a few kisses wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“We’ve got about ten minutes before anyone notices we’re gone.” He raised his eyebrow at you and—oh, what the hell.

His mug and newspaper were quickly discarded on the coffee table. At least everything had started out innocent, but now you were sitting on Sirius’ lap with your lips pressed harshly against his.

So that’s why you didn’t hear the stairs creaking as someone walked up them or the floorboards outside the door doing the same. The house was impossibly old and managed to creak anytime anyone took a step, yet somehow neither you nor Sirius seemed to hear a sound. In that moment, the only thing you and Sirius were aware of was each other.

It wasn’t until Remus opened the door that you were brought back to reality. “Sirius I wanted to—” His sentence died in his throat as he stood in the door slackjawed.

Sirius pushed you off his lap, you repositioned yourself at the end of the couch looking at everything but Remus. Sirius did his best to look composed.

And as if it would make Remus forget everything he had seen, Sirius crossed his arms and cleared his throat. “Yes, Remus.”

“Sirius, I...um...” His eyes wandered between the two of you with a mix of shock and horror. “I...I came up here to talk to you about a few things before the meeting but it seems I’ve interrupted something.” He blinked slowly as if he couldn’t fully process what he had seen.

“Sirius, what exactly have I interrupted?”

“Well, you see...” Sirius scrambled for some type of excuse. His eyes darted over to you hoping you’d be able to save him. But really there was no saving this situation. “Remus, just listen—”

“No,” Remus interrupted, “Sirius, you listen. I don’t know what’s going on here but quite frankly it’s inappropriate.”

Sirius’ eyebrow went up. “Inappropriate?”

“Yes, Sirius, inappropriate! She is significantly younger than you and...and...you’re her mentor Sirius! I mean Merlin’s beard that’s beyond inappropriate.”

“Remus, although I really don’t believe it’s any of your business, if you just calmed down and talked to us for a second—”

“None of my business? Honestly, Sirius, at our age I would think you’d be responsible but I see some things never change.”

You looked over at Sirius who looked too angry to even speak. His jaw was set and he was sitting straight up in his seat like he was ready to get up and take a swing at Remus. You thought about reaching out to touch his arm but realized it was probably better if you didn’t.

“Remus, you seriously have no idea what you’re talking about,” you chimed in.

Remus chuckled as if you’d said the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “No, (Y/N), I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” He gazed between you once more before shaking his head and turning to leave.

He opened the door but before leaving he turned back to look at the two of you. “I won’t tell anyone, but I think it’s in everyone’s best interest if whatever is going on between you two ends.”

The only sound in the room was the door slamming behind him. You cautiously looked over at Sirius. He was slumped against the couch, his head turned up to the ceiling. He dragged his hands down his face then turned to look at you.

You exchanged a look wordlessly. There was really nothing either of you could think to say. He leaned over to you, putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. You put your hand over his and that was enough to make up for what you couldn’t say.

“You should probably, uh, get downstairs.” You leaned into him, pressing your foreheads together.

“Meeting doesn’t start for another half hour.” His hand left your thigh, reaching upward to caress your jaw.

“I know but it’s probably better if you just head down now.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up. You reached for his mug, he’d barely have any time to drink any of it and the rest would have to go down the drain. You sighed, looking over at him. He was busy finishing the buttons on his shirt.

You walked to the door slowly, dreading having to face Remus, or anyone for that matter, after all of that. “Hey,” he called after you. You looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a halfhearted smile. “We’ll talk later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you replied. You gave him a smile that had just about as much conviction as his.

You left the room, closing the door behind you. Instantly, your smile dropped.

You walked down the stairs, waving off all the “hello”s from what seemed like an endless stream of redheaded children. You strolled into the kitchen hesitantly, already expecting an inevitable glare from Remus.

But Remus was nowhere to be found. The only people in the dining room besides yourself were Arthur, Molly, and Bill who seemed to be catching up. They didn’t even pay you any mind.

You ducked toward the kitchen, praying that Kreacher wasn’t in there because the last thing you needed was to deal with him today. You opened the door and nearly dropped the mug from shock.

Remus was leaning against the counter with Tonks pressed squarely against him. His arms were wrapped around her waist and it looked like they were making some attempt at swallowing each other. The kisses were sloppy and you had to say you were honestly surprised at Remus.

You retreated from the doorway as quietly as possible, closing the door slowly. You had to put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from audibly laughing, because what a hilarious turn of events that was.

“(Y/N)?” You looked up at Molly who had a worried look plastered on her face. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Yeah...yeah, totally. I just—I remembered something I forgot to tell Sirius.” You sat the mug on the table before excusing yourself. You had to try your hardest not to literally sprint up the stairs because this was just too good.

You threw the door open and made your way into the room. “Sirius,” you exclaimed.

You heard him hum from his bed. He was laying on the bed staring blankly up at the ceiling. “Sirius, I have something to tell you.” You crawled across the bed toward him, sitting back on your calves.

He tilted his head toward you. “I don't really think we should be in bed together after what happened earlier.”

“No, no, listen, you will not believe what I just saw.”

“(Y/N),” he said warily. You slapped his chest.

“Seriously, listen, you won’t believe this.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes before finally smiling up at you.

“Tell me, dear, what did you see?”

You decided on ignoring his sarcasm because after he heard what you had to tell him all of that would wash away. “I’m so glad you asked, Sirius. I went into the kitchen to put your mug in the sink only to realize the kitchen was currently being occupied by Remus and Tonks who had their tongues down each others throats.”

You tilted your head, anticipating his reaction. It took it a moment to fully set but when it did his mouth fell open and he sat up on his forearms. “No...”

You nodded at him, maybe a bit too overzealous. He sat up completely. “No way!”

“Yes way!” He hopped up from the bed, pacing back and forth.

“But...he was just saying...” He paused with his back to you. Quickly, he turned on heels. “Wait, wait, wait, weren’t you and Nymphadora in the same year at Hogwarts?” You nodded at him practically beaming at the irony.

“Oh, that little shit! What a hypocrite, he has some nerve telling me about responsible. At least I was in the comfort of my own bedroom, he was in the bloody kitchen just waiting for someone to walk in!”

He started laughing and you joined him because the situation really was just downright laughable. Sirius walked back over to you, gently weaving his fingers into your hair. He kissed your forehead, smiling gently against you. You reached up, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

“So, what are you going to do about it,” you asked.

“I think we ought to have a little conversation with Remus.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss you.

It was almost painful sitting through the meeting. By the time, you and Sirius left the room the meeting was nearly started and, although, Sirius would have loved nothing more than to confront him in front of everyone you tugged him in the other direction before he got the chance. So instead you had to wait through the entire meeting.

The only thing keeping you making it bearable was the look on Sirius’ face. That overconfident smirk that assured you that Remus had definitely not heard the end of this. His hand drifted to your knee, squeezing it slightly. You looked over at him but he had his eyes trained on Remus, smirk wider than ever.

Remus wrapped up the meeting and everyone dispersed out of the room, leaving only a few stranglers including you, Sirius, and Remus.

Sirius looked over at you, trying to see if you were ready. You nodded quickly and both of you hopped up, walking down the length of the table together approaching Remus.

“Remus, a word?” He looked up at Sirius, raising an eyebrow.

“A word?”

You nodded at him. “Yes, a word. In private, please,” you replied. His gaze danced between the two of you not quite knowing who to look at.

“A word...sure.”

Sirius led the three of you into the kitchen, making sure to shut the door once you’d all entered and stand in front of it in case anyone happened to want to come in. “So, Remus,” Sirius began. He was smiling at him. “We’ve done some thinking about what you said to us earlier and the nature of our relationship.”

“Good. Look, I know this is hard but it’s for the best. I hate that I had to be the one to say it but it had to be said.”

“Well, thank God there are still good people like you in the world, right Remus,” you remarked.

“Yeah, we want to thank for that Remus.” Remus nodded. “But, since you know, we’re all going around saying things that need to be said: why were you kissing Nymphadora in my kitchen?”

Remus’ eyes widened. He sputtered, trying to find his words. “Sirius, (Y/N), you don’t understand—”

“Oh, save it. I can’t believe the way you talked to us, you treated (Y/N) like she was a child. ‘Sirius, you’re irresponsible. Sirius, it’s inappropriate.’ Talk about bloody inappropriate, you’re kissing my cousin in my kitchen where anyone could see. I’d appreciate you not doing that, thanks!”

“Sirius, keep your voice down!” Remus ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then I’ll keep going, yeah? Get off of your damn high horse. We’ve both found people that we care about very much who also care about us, that’s what matters. So, if you want to keep this self-righteous bullshit up, be my guest but I don’t need you telling me what’s in my best interest.”

Remus was too stunned for words. “I’m sorry,” he finally managed.

“Yeah, well, next time remember not to throw stones from a glass house, hm?” Sirius looked over at you, motioning you to come with him as he slipped out of the room. You looked at Remus over your shoulder, flashing him a quick smile before leaving.

You ran trying to catch up to Sirius. “That was awesome,” you giggled.

He smiled at you despite himself. “He deserved it after what he said.” You followed him up the stairs, waiting for the second you were finally alone.

The moment his bedroom door closed, your lips were attached to his. He inhaled sharply at the sudden nature of the movement but welcomed it nevertheless. He pulled away slightly. “What’s that for?”

You shrugged, moving out of his reach and heading for the couch. You picked up the Daily Prophet which had been discarded on the coffee table, stretching out across the couch. Sirius followed you, picking up your legs so he could sit before returning your legs to his lap.

He watched you flip through the paper, studying the ways your eyes roamed across the pages. Your eyelashes brushed gently against your cheek every time you blinked and Sirius took notice of it, because he noticed every little beautiful thing you did. And he tried in vain not to replay them in his mind constantly.

He ran his palm up your calf. “Do you...do you think there’s any, uh, merit to what Remus was saying earlier?” Your eyes darted up to his. “I just...there are always going to be people who think that, that this—what we’re doing, whatever that is, is wrong...” He trailed off, barely able to meet his eye.

You sighed, folding the paper in your lap. “Sirius, I think that Remus was projecting his insecurities onto you.” You crawled toward him, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck. “And as far as I’m concerned everyone else can go to hell.”

He turned to you. “It’s not going to be easy,” he mumbled.

“Nothing’s ever easy, but I’m willing to try.”

Sirius almost laughed because, of course you were. You were just about as stubborn as a damn mule and it would take a lot more than Remus to scare you away. “Then to hell with everybody else.” He leaned forward to kiss you, throwing the Daily Prophet back on the coffee table where it belonged.

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a/n. i really wanna make more additions to the trainee universe. like not just one-shots but i wanna do headcanons and drabbles like idk. just let me know, requests are open.

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