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Good Enough

Requested by the lovely @ravenclawprinxcess who asked for a fic about Bolin from Legend of Korra cheering up a sad reader! I really enjoy doing requests so please feel free to send them in :) I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading

Word Count: 1828

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Things felt wrong from the moment you had woken up. The rain drumming down on your ceiling and a bitterness that hung in the air. When you had left your room, you had immediately regretted it. An all too familiar sadness fogged your brain, perhaps it was a good day to stay indoors wrapped up in bed pretending that the world outside was all but a bad dream. That would have been a great remedy if it weren’t for your shift at the noodle bar today. It didn’t even matter that the shift was short you knew it was going to drag by. The silence of the kitchen dragged you even further into you foul mood.

Bolin had just come into the kitchen as your eyes were getting teary from the thought of having to deal with the world today. Unaware of the shift in your mood he came up behind you and wrapped his large arms around your waist placing a gentle kiss on your neck humming contently as he did. Swaying the two of you side to side in the same way he did every morning. You turned around and wrapped your arms around him nuzzling you faces into his neck. At first, he didn’t question it until your breathing began to become ragged and he could feel your tears wetting his shirt. He held you tighter and only planned to let go when you did.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked quietly into your hair. You only shook you head in response. “That’s okay.” He adds soothingly rubbing your back. If it was possible you would have stayed in his arms all day and he would have let you. When you pulled away you saw the wet patch you had left on his clean shirt. Which made you feel even worse.

“Sorry Bolin I’ve ruined your shirt.” You say with a whimper. He shakes his head and then wipes a tear away from your face. More worried about you with your blood shot eyes and splotchy cheeks.

“It’s fine I didn’t really like it anyway. Hey, I don’t think you should go to work today, I’ll swing by and let them know you aren’t feeling up for it. I’ll bring you back some food, and we can spend the entire day in together. Between you and me I’ve been waiting for a duvet day with you for months.” He says with concern.

“Don’t you have team Avatar stuff to do today?” You ask with a sniffle looking away.

“I know they’ll be completely lost without me, but they’ll just have to manage someone more important needs me more today.”

“Not afraid they’ll replace you with Wu.” You say with a small laugh.

“If they do, I’m blaming it on you.” He replies with a joking tone.

Your manager doesn’t ask Bolin too many questions which he’s thankful for. He doesn’t quite know how to tell her what’ wrong with you because he doesn’t think that you know yourself. But he has a plan on how to cheer you up. Placing an order for all you favourite items on the menu where you work, popping into the shop next door to pick up some bath oils and your favourite tea that you had ran out of. It was all coming together; your manager had even told Bolin that you could have the week off. With a bag full of goodies that always cheered you up Bolin intended on making his way back to you immediately but before he could his friends spotted him.

“See I told you he wasn’t dead.” Korra says placing her hands on her hips.

“I didn’t say he was dead I just said we should presume he’s dead and that I would be the perfect replacement.” Wu retorted.

“Did you forget that we were supposed to meet up today?” Mako asks.

“No, I didn’t forget big brother, but something came up and I’m needed elsewhere.” Bolin answers looking at his friends feeling a little guilty that he hadn’t told them he wouldn’t be meeting them today.

“So, your girlfriend is more important than official Avatar business? I would never abandon you like that Korra.” Wu says in a teasing tone.

“Don’t listen to him,” Asami says, “Is everything alright?” she asks.

With a sigh Bolin answers, “I’m not sure to be honest, she’s been really off this past week and I’m really worried about her. I was just at the noodle bar telling her boss she wouldn’t be in.”

“While also ordering everything off the menu?” Korra sarcastically asks him, peeking into the paper bag.

“I just want to make her feel better and eating always makes me feel better.” Bolin shrugs scratching the back of his neck. “I also got her some other stuff I know she likes.” He says pointing out the extra goodies he’d picked up. “But I don’t know what’s wrong, so I don’t know how to fix it.”

Asami sighs looking at her friend before saying, “You can’t fix whatever’s wrong Bolin just be there for her. That’s what Korra does for me when I get down.” She snakes her arm around Korra’s waist which causes them both to blush as they rest their heads together.

“Yeah, Asami was there for me when I was really low, and she didn’t try to fix anything but all I really needed was her there for me.”

Bolin then looked towards his brother and Wu in case either of them had any relationship advice to pass on but they both shrugged. “Neither of us have had a healthy relationship, listen to the ladies.” Wu adds.

“Thank you, I’ll see you soon.” Bolin says making his way back to you.

When he got back to the apartment, you’d made your way back to bed and found yourself crying at the lonely Blue Jay that perked outside your window. Instead of going to you straight away he decided to plate up the food he had ordered as well as he could. He boiled a kettle of water for a pot of tea. He brought all of it into the bedroom on a tray and looked at you with a warm encouraging smile.

“Hey babe, what’re you looking at?” He asks as he set down the tray in front of you.

“That bird is all alone its so sad.” You whine, just then the bird is joined by another one and they fly away together.

“See it’s not all bad.” He says sitting next to you on the bed stroking your hair. You look up at him with puffy eyes and a snotty nose. He pulls a tissue from the tray and blows your nose for you which makes you laugh at the silliness of the action. “I got you your favourite.” He says gesturing to the tray, the sight of it makes your eyes widen.

“Thank you, Bo.” You say kissing his cheek. “You didn’t have to do all this.” You grab the cup of tea and breathe it in deeply, “You got my tea.” Your voice cracks.

“And I’ve a few other things for you but first let’s enjoy the feast.” He stretches out to lay next to you and you cuddle into his chest popping a dumpling into your mouth.

“God, I love you.”

“Are you talking to me or the dumpling?” He asks.

“Would you like the truth or what you want to hear?” You laugh. His worry minimising a little at the sound.

“You were right Wu was looking to replace me.” Bolin tells you.

“He wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Bolin looks down at you and his face softens as he places a kiss on your forehead. You look up and grin at him even though your mouth is full of food and your face still puffy from the tears. He thinks about how much he loves you and for a moment he thinks he’s going to cry but you offer him the last of your favourite dumpling.

“I love you and this dumpling so much.” He says.

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The two of you take a nap after eating that much food. You snuggle into Bolin’s chest and he feels his heart explode. Knowing that after your night of restless sleep you really needed some more sleep. He rubs small circles along you back and you hum contently at the action. Bolin wakes up before you and he just takes you in, the soft rise and fall of your chest. The twitch of your nose and way you mumble to yourself. He really feels like the luckiest person in the world to be laying with you both with bellies full of food, the love that the two of you share in the apartment that you furnished together.

He slips out of the bed to get the second part of his plan to help you feel better and the small whine you let out after he’s gone almost pulls him back to your side. He sees you stretch out your arm and brush along the empty space he left. He goes to run you a bath and adds the fancy bath oils you always stare at when the two of you shop. Bolin get’s a little carried away with the romantic bath idea lighting all the candles he can find the apartment even stealing a rose from bouquet he’d bought you earlier in the week and adds some of the petals to the water. Playing the record you’d been after for weeks. And as he debates leaving you a trail of rose petals to follow, he sees that you’ve been standing in the doorway watching him with a sad smile on your face.

“Do you not like it?” he asks with concern, looking between you and the bath worried that he’s overstepped some sort of boundary.

“I love Bo, but I don’t deserve all this. I don’t deserve you.” You cry dropping your face into your hands. Before you know it, he’s right in front of you holding you face in his warm large hands lifting your face to look at him. An intensity takes over his face and you feel yourself wanting to be pulled closer to him.

“Are you crazy?” He asks in a murmur. Searching your face intensely with his glittering green eyes.

“No, but you’re too good for me.” You answer quietly.

“Why would you ever think that.�� He breathes bringing your forehead to rest against his. “You are everything to me. If you ever feel like that again, please tell me. So, I can list all the reasons why you’re wrong.” He kisses you with an urgency he usually reserves. Your hands find your way to his strong back and his stay warming your face.

“You know I love it when you prove me wrong.” You say after you break apart. Both of you left breathless in the flickering light of the candles.

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You Weren’t The Only One

Here is my first Harry Potter Reader Insert! It’s my first time writing him as the love interest in a reader insert so any feedback is appreciated. To summarise you and Harry were in love with each other in school but neither of you admitted it now years later a week before you leave the country he runs into you and eventually spills all. Please do send in any requests if you have any, and enjoy :)

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“You weren’t the only one who thought of us that way.” The words pinged from each corner of your mind. The sight of Harry, older than you remember him, with dark circling shadowing his green eyes. It had been years since you had last seen him. The time apart had altered you both. But you still felt the same no matter how much you denied it.

When you first saw him in the crowded train station you couldn’t believe it was him. It had to be your imagination. Some cruel trick induced from the stress of day-to-day life. Still the smile reserved for Harry returned for the first time in five years. The from your last goodbye followed suit, like an old war wound that flares up in the cold. Your eyes trained his figure and his to yours. Taking you right back to your school days, dancing between the lines of friends and lovers without any care until it became the only conversation anyone wanted to have with you. ‘So, are you dating Potter?’ they would ask, you couldn’t grasp the answer. He wouldn’t offer you one because you didn’t ask him. Why would you? The bliss of crossed lines made an excellent distraction from the undecidedness that eventually drove a wedge between you, the lack of boundaries or commitment brought new players into the game. People asking you both on dates, with no tangible reason to deny them you ended dating. Strangers willing to admit how they felt about you which was the very conversation the two of you avoided. Before you knew it there was no more you and Harry.

The history caught in your throat pulling your eyes away from his. Pretending to be interested in the book in front of you. Begging your eyes to focus on the words that didn’t really matter. Pulling your coat closer to your body you silently wished him to stay away. Bringing back an old memory was not in your plans for the day all you wanted was for it to be forgotten. The two of you and whatever connection you held to be left where it belonged, in the walls of your old school, in the pages of a journal you couldn’t bring yourself to read.

But when he says your name in the way he always did you cannot stop yourself from looking up at him with hope in your eyes. “It is you.” he says with relief his smile meeting his eyes.

“Harry,” you breathe, “How are you?” You ask turning your body to face his.

He contemplates his answer for a moment, something in you wants to know the truth to know how he actually is, but when he answers vaguely you don’t push any further. You share small talk until your train arrives thinking this is where you will part with him again. Instead, he gets on the train and sits next to you, his shoulder brushing your, but his hands remain firmly planted in his coat pockets.

“Are you on your way to work?” He asks you, shifting slightly in his seat.

“No, I’m off to see my parents.” you answer.

“Oh nice, any special occasion?”

“I’m leaving England for a while. My trip starts in a week, so I just wanted to see them before I go.”

His eyebrows rise and he nods his head in a strange jerk as though he’s just been hit. “Right, are you going anywhere in particular?”

“I’ve got a few stops planned but nothing’s set in stone yet.”

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two. Both not saying something you need to say.

“Sounds… nice.” He responds a little too late. Just as you get up to get ready to get off at your stop, he reaches out touching your arm sending you right back to that last goodbye. It takes you a second to drag yourself back to reality. “Before you go, we should get dinner. I’ll give you a call.” He says blinking hard. “Is your number still the same?”

“Uh… that’ll be my parents home number, but you can reach me there today.” You say surprised he still has your home number.

“Great, I’ll call you tonight.”

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The air in your parents dining room is thick with disappointment. They don’t want you to leave. Your mother complaining about how the whole ordeal throws their plans for the entire year out of whack. Counting on you to house sit while they went away, counting on you to book the family holiday and to organise the holiday season. The empty plates sit waiting for you father to finish his lecture about how unsafe it is for a young woman to travel by herself. How you would never marry a man if you continued to behave in this way. The frustration and anger bubbling its way to the surface restricting your breathing. Just as you thought you couldn’t take it any more the phone rang shrill and loud.

“I think that’s for me.” You announce pushing yourself away from the table.

“And now she can’t even sit through one dinner. It’s like you can’t wait to abandon us.” Your mother calls after you.

Closing the dining room door behind you, you catch your breath as you make your way to house phone in the kitchen.

“Hello.” You say holding the old phone to your ear.

“How’s dinner with the parents going?” Harry asks in a tone you hadn’t heard him use in years.

“Awful.” You answer.

“If you want to get out of it, I’m free tonight, tell them you accidently double booked yourself.” He offers you a lifeline which you really don’t want to accept but if you spend anymore time here you might rip your hair out. So, with a sigh you agree. “Great, meet me at the pizza place round the corner from your parents house, I should be there in twenty minutes.”

“You remember where my parents live?” You cannot stop yourself from asking.

“Of course.” He says like its obvious and then adds, “See you soon.” Before hanging up.

You have to shake the familiar feeling from your body before walking back into the dining room and excusing yourself.

“Seriously? You can’t make it through one dinner with us?” Your father asks.

“I can’t reschedule, I’m sorry.” You say with a shrug grabbing your things and leaving.

On the walk over to the small pizza restaurant you can’t help but feel a nervousness grow in the pit of your stomach. A feeling you try to banish as soon as it arrives. After all these years Harry has still manages to make you feel the same way. The same way that had ruined your friendship without the aid of a big fight, or a dramatic ending. Just the two of you drifting away after you’d found your own respective partners who told you exactly how they felt. The very thing that neither you nor Harry could seem to do. With the intention of using your waiting time for him to continue this spiral of why you are here waiting for him again. You enter the small restaurant that seems to glow with a golden light. There he was waiting for you. His head resting on his hands at a small round wooden table. He doesn’t spot you at first, but the bobbing of his leg tells you he too doesn’t know what he’s doing here waiting for you. You stand there in the entrance for a little too long watching him chew his lip and stare intensely at some spot on the chair. When he sees you, his leg stops moving and his face just lights up in way he doesn’t expect it to. For a moment he feels embarrassed that you still bring that same light back into him. He waves you over pulling out the chair in an oddly formal way.

“I hope you don’t mind but I ordered a few desserts. I thought seeing as you’d already eaten you probably didn’t want a main meal.” He says sitting back down. You notice that he’s ordered you a drink too. Which makes you laugh a little. “What do you not drink that anymore?” he asks a little worried.

“No, I do, it’s just you’ve got a great memory Harry.” You laugh.

“Well, you are memorable.” He responds with such sincerity that throws you a little. You hadn’t really thought about him thinking about you the way you used to think about him. Neither of you talk for a few moments. You just look at each other. Until the air grows too thick for either of you to handle.

Harry breaks the silence asking you. “So, does anyone know your leaving?” it feels like what he’s really asking is, Why didn’t I know you were going?

“Well, my parents know and the people I work with. Um but I suppose other than that I haven’t really told anyone.” You realise.

“Why not?” what he really means, why didn’t you tell me?

“We’re grown ups now Harry everyone’s got their own thing going on, I didn’t want to bother anyone with it.” You answer avoiding the look of hurt in his bright eyes. He runs a frustrated hand through his messy hair.

“How long are you going to be away?”

“I’ve got an open-ended ticket so I might be gone a year. I might extend the trip, or I could be back in a few months.” You tell him. Whatever he plans on saying next falls away from him and he’s just left open mouth looking between your face and his drink. He repeats ‘gone a year’ to himself as he downs his drink.

“Do you want another one?” He asks you, gesturing to his glass. You down your drink and say yes to him.

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A few drinks and desserts later any awkwardness that stuck to the two of you washed away replaced by the fuzziness of alcohol. Laughing about things that happen a long time ago.

“That was the last time I trusted Ron with keeping anything from Hermione!” Harry laughed going red at the thought of it. “That was also the last time I saw that girl I was dating.” He spoke.

“Which girl?” You ask with a laugh.

“You know it’s the strangest thing, but I can’t remember her name… I think she was a Ravenclaw. I think we had a really messy fight that night too… Yeah it was something to do with her finding me with Ron-“

“What!” You laugh.

“Not like that, well maybe once like that. No, she found me talking to Ron about you and she was furious with me.”

“Why would she be furious with you about that?”

“Well, she was convinced we were more than friends and when she heard what I was saying I think she just sort of lost it. It was a long time ago though. She’s probably forgotten my name too.”

“Huh, you know now you mention it I think you were the reason my first boyfriend dumped me.” You remember.

“Why?”

“He was always talking about how we were before I started dating him and that I was never like that with him… Honestly he was super jealous.”

“Huh. Weird.”

“Yeah, I know. Did I ever tell you in school everyone would always ask if I was dating you?”

“No, you didn’t tell me that! But I also got asked that a lot. I used to tell them you were never into me like that.”

The alcohol had taken away your filter, so you just responded with, “I was always into you Harry. Actually, broke my heart when I figured out you didn’t think of us that way.” Your voice lost its volume at the end of the sentence. Harry tried his hardest not to stare at you because he could see you wishing that you didn’t just say that. But how could he look away. The moment between you stretched out and the tension thickened it.

Harry straightened up in his chair and placed a shaky hand over yours making sure to look you in the eyes as he said, “You weren’t the only one who thought of us that way.” Leaving a slight pause before continuing, “I know it doesn’t mean much now. It’s way too late to even say because you’re leaving in a week and I don’t know where you’re at, if you’re dating or if you’re in a relationship. It doesn’t even matter because I couldn’t tell you when it counted. But I have been thinking about bumping into you and telling you everything I didn’t since I last saw you when we were at school, so I feel like the universe is pushing me to be honest with you. So here it is. I was in love with you when we were in school. But I was also an idiot who wasn’t ready for all that. I don’t know if you’re ready for it now, but I’d wait for you to come home. If you don’t feel the same now that’s totally fine, I know I waited too long. I just needed to say it. How I felt when we were together is something that I haven’t been able to find since.”

“Harry.” You start but the waiter interrupts telling you that they’re closing soon. So instead of continuing Harry pays the bill and you walk to the train station together. You try to think of what to say to him. How to tell him that he’s the reason every single one of your relationships have failed. That he is what you’ve been looking for. But the words escape you and in the dim light from the station you gaze up at him hoping he can hear you. It doesn’t work that way instead he just looks at you.

“Harry.” You say again hoping his name in your mouth would prompt some romantic pronouncement of devotion. “Harry I…” A knowing smile takes over his forlorn face prompting the smile you reserve for him to grow on yours.

“I know. I can wait.”

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Waiting For You

This is a long one you guys! A Fred Weasley Reader Insert I hope you enjoy. As I’ve started writing I’m beginning to see a lot of them follow the same patterns so please do send in requests so I can write something a bit different :) If you want a part two I would be more than happy to oblige

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I sat down at my desk once more. Clearing away the papers and notes the never-ending week had collected. The small lamp cast a heavenly glow scattered through the leaves of my plants. Quietly I opened my draw pulling out my notebook filled with letters I would never send. Turning to the next empty page I intended to spill every last moment into. The movement of the pen ales the headache growing deep in my mind and I lose myself entirely in the act of it. Not particularly caring for the words I write. Just knowing that all day I waited keeping them safe for this moment finally letting them free. Outside of my bedroom I hear him move, speaking to someone I assume to be George or one of his other siblings. Animated and joyous. The thought brings a smile to my lips. They laugh together over something small I imagine.  

Finally finished with my letter I close the notebook placing it back in its spot. I settle myself turning off the light as I go to join my friends. George opens his arms wide offering me a hug which Angelina joins in. They tell us of their most recent trip and of how warm Greece was this time of year.

“And we have a little surprise.” George says wiggling his eyebrows gleefully. Angelina breaks into a dazzling smile showing me and Fred her left hand where a sweet diamond ring sits on her finger. Now I envelope the two of them into a hug which Fred joins us. Squeezing all of us together.

“Knew you could do it mate.” Fred says clapping his brother on the back giving George a proud look.  

“Let me see the ring Ang.” I say holding my hand to her which she eagerly abides placing her hand dramatically into mine. I see the love in her face when she gazes at George as I look at the ring.  

“Yes, Angelina we must see the ring!” Fred adds in a comical tone standing next to me taking in the engagement ring.

“It’s beautiful, you did well George.”

“Did you ever doubt me?” He adds planting a kiss on Angelina’s cheek.

“Never.” She responds.

Me and Fred send each other a look which says god this is grossly adorable. Angelina and George are in their own little bubble just staring at each other.  

“I think this calls for champagne don’t you Fred.” I say.

“Absolutely couldn’t think of a more appropriate occasion! We’ll just pop to the Muggle shop and get some.” Fred adds grabbing my hand and my bag as we make a swift exit out of the front door. The cold night doesn’t mask the strange look taking over Fred's face. I’m not sure why but he looks sad.

“Did you know he was going to propose?” I ask him.  

For a moment he doesn’t respond but he does look down at me leaving a pregnant pause between the two of us.

“I didn’t know he when he was going to do it but I had an idea it would be soon. I actually helped him pick out the ring a few months ago.” he looks away, “I can see that look on your face don’t worry I am happy for them. It’s just strange. It’s very grown up of him.” he looks back at me and continues without any probing, “It’s stupid but me and George always moved at the same pace. I feel like I’m falling behind a little. Do you ever feel like maybe there’s something wrong with us?” he asks.

“Because we aren’t engaged?”  

“Well more because we’re single, you know Ron and Hermione have moved in together. Harry and Ginny are only not engaged because they want to wait but they’re practically married. They’re all younger than us. It’s like everyone we know has found someone they want to be with. But here we are buying celebratory champagne for a happy couple.” He says turning the corner to walk down the next street.

“I don’t think that’s wrong of us Fred. If you worried about not being lovable.” I look up at him, “Then you don’t need to worry, I haven’t met someone who didn’t love you.” I’m thankful for the dark as I feel a blush grow on my cheeks.

“Are you keeping count.” He laughs leaving another pause before continuing, “You don’t have anything to worry about it either. You are extremely lovable.”  

Even though it’s cold out tonight I begin to sweat under my jumper. Thankfully we approach the shop so the conversation of love disperses into the wind.

“Now how happy would you say we are for the happy couple, £7.50 happy or £20 happy?” I ask holding up the two bottles. Fred pretends to read the labels before choosing the cheaper bottle.

“I love them both but I don’t love them enough to spend £20 on sparkling wine. Did you want some snacks while we’re here?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll just grab some stuff on the way to the till.”  

With an armful of appropriate snacks and drinks we wander back to the house. Opening up the bag of cheese puffs to eat on the walk.

“When was the last time you went on a date?” Fred asks out of nowhere.

“Oh, uh it was a month ago with that muggle who worked as a chef.”

“You went on a few dates with him didn’t you. He was alright. Why didn’t it go any further?” He asks tentatively.  

“Well, he just didn’t feel right. He was constantly talking about himself and just didn’t do it for me sexually to be honest.” I say popping a cheese puff into my mouth. This causes Fred to laugh so loud I’m worried we’re disturbing people who live in the houses we pass.

“Poor guy, since we’re being honest, I did hate that twat.” This time I laugh and whack his chest. “What he was always judging me and he laughed when he saw me making breakfast! Also, the way he looked at you made my skin crawl.” He adds.

“How did he look at me?” I shriek with laughter.

“Like he was always thinking about sex. By the sounds of it he was always thinking about having bad sex with you. And that moustache only made it worse.”

“What about you how long has it been for you?” I ask.

“What since I had bad sex or had a date?” he responds with a laugh, “It’s been a long time, I just haven’t found anyone I’m interested in spending time with.”

“You don’t have to tell me about the sex the ladies you bring home aren’t quiet.” I add.

“You little perv.” Fred laughs.  

When we get back into the house, we hear music playing from the living room where George and Angelina are dancing together. Holding each other close with content smiles playing on their lips mouthing the words to an old muggle song that plays on our record player. For a moment me and Fred just stand there watching them. I can’t tell you what he’s thinking but I know what’s running through my mind. The longing to be held in such a loving way. To have someone look at you like that and to look at someone like that. Looking up at Fred I see that he is now looking at me. Something tugs inside my chest. He places a hand on the small of my back and for just a second I think he’s going to ask me to dance with him, the image of that intimacy brings a blush to my face. Instead, he guides me into the kitchen where we drop the snacks on the counter. While I source our second-hand champagne flutes, last used on the opening of the joke shop, Fred pops the sparkling wine. We pour out four glasses in silence.

George and Angelina walk into the kitchen taking a glass each. George lifts his glass toward us and we do the same, then he tips it toward Angelina who intertwines her arm with his.  

“To love.” George says.

“To love.” Angelina mirrors.  

Fred and I look to each other, with a cheeky grin on his face he links his arm with mine. With his skin touching mine a strange feeling once again tugs inside me as we drink.

We finish off the two bottles of sparkling wine, with the aid of the bubbles and the alcohol I do end up dancing with Fred. He takes my hand and rests another on the small of my back which still burning from the last time his hand rested there. I was so close I could smell his apple shampoo and his aftershave. Sometime late in the night George and Angelina went back to their home but me and Fred kept dancing. My head leant against his chest with just his cotton t shirt keeping me from his skin but I still could hear his heart thud. His hands made their way up the back of my shirt so he explored my bare skin. Drawing his fingers to follow my spine. I didn’t stop him. When I looked up at him, he was once again looking at me. In a way I’d never seen him look before. My hands slid up to secure themselves around his neck and his still danced under my shirt.

We stopped dancing. Minutes passed and we just stood there. Hearts racing and bodies pressed together. Slightly breathless and definitely reddening. The last song on the record played out so we no longer had music it was just the two of us holding each other with the song of our hearts beating. Fred slowly brought his face down to mine so our noses brushed against each other. My eyes fluttered closed. Just as we were about to kiss the home phone rang. My eyes opened and the spell had broken. With the shrill ring of the phone dragging us out of the moment Fred and I looked at each other again. Not with the yearning that there was before but with confusion. I was the first to step away making it to the phone just before it rang out.  

It was someone Fred had given his number to on a night out. I passed the phone to him walking back to my room like dog with its tail between his legs. When I close the door, I press my forehead against it panting. I can hear him talk on the phone for a few minutes when he hangs up, I assume he’ll go to bed but what I didn’t expect was for him to walk up to my door and to just stand there. His shadow dancing with mine. Once again, I hear him breathing. I feel his name at the tip of my tongue and I almost let myself say it.  

Instead, he says mine.

In a breath I open my door. He is waiting for me with lips parted. I’m unsure of what he’s going to do and I think he is too. Like something completely out of his control brought him to my door.  

“How was she?” I ask.

But he doesn’t answer. He steps toward me closing the space between us again. His hands find their way to my face and he leaves them there. Searching my face for an answer to a question he has yet to ask. But I feel it. Deep inside me I hear the question and I know the answer. I place my hand on his cheek too his face hot. This time I bring my face up to his letting our noses brush together for a moment. This is all it takes for him to kiss me. Fiery with the taste of champagne still on his lips. His hands explore me in the way they had only began to do a moment ago. Mine begin to do the same to him. My hands running up his shirt to feel his chest and his heart beating beneath it. Before I know what happening we’re both shirtless and I’m perched on my dresser while he kisses every inch of bare skin.  

We both lose any control we had earlier in the night after we’ve made our way to the bed still panting and touching one another. I learn why the ladies he brings home always make so much noise and I’m so thankful I didn’t keep dating the muggle.  

After we just lay there in bed staring up at the ceiling. I turn my head to look at Fred who once more is still looking at me. As ridiculous as it sounds considering what we’ve just done I feel very aware that I’m naked next to Fred. A shyness takes over me and I have to resist sitting up and getting under the covers. Fred sensing my mood change leans over his side of the bed picking up his t-shirt that lay on the floor and gives it to me to wear. After I’ve put it on, he suggests we get under the duvet considering how cold it gets at night in this house. I don’t ask him if he wants to go back to his bed and he doesn’t offer. I lay my head on his bare chest and his hand draws circles along my back once more.

I fall into sleep easily next to Fred who’s steady breathing I eventually match.  

The morning sun lights up my room and I lie in Fred’s arms recounting the night before. Already panicked about how to talk to him now. This wasn’t some guy I was dating and I wasn’t some girl he brought back from a club. We live together.  

He shifts stretching and yawning opening his eyes. He smiles in a way that makes me want to not worry about what’ll happen because of last night. He tugs me closer into his chest and plants a kiss onto the top of my head. I melt into his touch and sigh contently.

“So that was...” I trail off already annoyed that I started the conversation.  

“Really good.” He answers.

“Yes, I have to agree with you there.”  

We just lay there together for a while both now aware of the closeness and the familiarity of it all. I don’t prompt him for more conversation about what had happened last night out of fear that he’ll dismiss it as a onetime thing. Well aware that the feeling tugging inside my chest wasn’t anything new. Knowing that a few steps away from me in my desk are letters all addressed to Fred telling all him all the things I couldn’t say. If this didn’t even mean anything to him how could I live in this house with him without breaking my heart every time I see him or think about him.

“Would you want to go on a date with me?” He asks me.

I turn my head to look up at him from his chest and he looks nervous. Biting his lip and playing with his hair with his free hand.

“Yes. Absolutely let's do that.” I answer.

Then my alarm goes off signalling I have work in an hour and a half. I sigh and peel myself away from Fred with frustrated look.

“I have to get ready.”  

“I knew it was coming don’t worry, I have some shop manager stuff to do today anyway so it’s for the best. I mean I never thought I’d be able to leave you naked in bed.” He jokes.

“You’ve thought about me naked.” I blush as I stand up from the bed wrapping myself in a dressing gown.

“Well, we’ve known each other a long time and you are the most beautiful girl I’ve met so yes. And if I hadn’t, I probably would’ve just gone to sleep last night instead of just waiting for you to open the door. And to be honest -“ He gets cut off by the house phone ringing. He groans pulling on his boxers and plodding out of the room over to the house phone.  

I follow him out in need of a cup of coffee. I mime to him to ask he wants one which he does so I go into the kitchen to boil the kettle.

“Oh Hayley, I didn’t expect you to call again.” I hear him say until the kettle drowns it out.

After the coffee is made Fred makes his way into the kitchen with a guilty look on his face. He kisses me thanking me for the drink insisting that he’ll make breakfast while I shower and get dressed for work. After I’m dressed, I make my way to the kitchen, where Fred looks proudly at the plate, he’s dished up with a glass of orange juice and a rose from the neighbour's garden complementing the chocolate sauce smiley face he’s drawn over my pancake.  

“Why that muggle ever laughed at your culinary skills I’ll never know.” I joke sliding into my seat next to Fred.

“About other people...” he starts, “So Hayley the girl from last night phoned again and she asked me if...”

“If?”

“If I wanted to go on a date with her.”

“And do you?”

Fred shakes his head, “No I don’t which I did tell her but it brings me to something I did want to talk to you about.”

“What’s that?” I ask taking a bite of my pancakes.

“I know last night, before we,” he gestures between the two of us, “which by the way was incredible, we talked about the both of us being single and I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I didn’t sleep with you because I’m scared about being alone. I did it because it felt right. Whatever this is between us it feels right to me.”  

“It feels right to me too.” I add holding his hand in mine.

“Great, so how do you feel about a date tonight?”

“Tonight, works perfectly for me.” I say smiling at him but my second alarm goes off to let me know I have to leave for work so I kiss Fred before I go.

The work days go quickly which I’m thankful for. On the entire walk back to the house I’m smiling like a love sick teenager. When I arrive home, Fred hasn’t yet made it back from work so I draw myself a bath to relax. While I’m relaxing in the lavender scented bath, I hear Fred call to let me know he’s home. I unlock the bathroom door and shout back to him. He opens the door peaking his head in like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to look.  

“How was work?” I ask him.

“Agonising.” he answers in a strained tone.

“Why?” I laugh.

“Well, I spent all day thinking about you obviously.” he walks into the bathroom leaning down to kiss me.

“So, what’s the plan for our date tonight?” I ask.

“That’s a surprise.” He says kissing me again.  

After I’ve finished getting ready, I find myself standing outside Fred’s door feeling once again overcome with shyness. I’d spent the entire day not thinking about what it all meant between me and Fred, I was focused on how it felt last being with him and letting every desire I have for him take over. It was all instinct and I’m not particularly good on acting on it. What if he doesn’t like the dress I’m wearing. Or what if we start dating and it all ends terribly leaving me without all my friends. Or what if-

“See it’s very unnerving standing outside someone’s door isn’t it.” I hear Fred say from inside his room.

“How does it feel for you being on the other side of it?” I respond.

“Still pretty nerve wracking.” He laughs still not opening the door.

“Fred.” I say and he says my name back to me. “We aren’t making a mistake, are we?” I ask.

“Mistake?” he says swinging open the door with fear taking over his eyes, “Why would we be making a mistake.” He asks looking down at me.

“Well, if we start dating it's not the same as starting out with someone from the first date. I know you better than I know anyone. I mean we live together Fred. Where are we starting from? What are we to each other?”

He takes my hand and leads me further into his room so there’s not much space between us, “We are two people who have always cared for each other. You are one of my dearest friends and I think that’s what dating is right? That’s why I never make it onto a date because why would I when I have someone like you, someone I trust with everything. Every time I’d bring a girl home and it got to the talking, I wasn’t interested in it because I would always keep thinking of you. About something that would make you laugh.  So, it may make it all a bit more complicated because I think about you all the time as it is but I want to do this. I can’t tell you where we’re starting because I don’t know where we stand but I’m willing to figure it out if you are.”  

“Okay Freddie. We can figure it out together.”  

He breathes a sigh of relief pulling me in for a hug, squeezing me tight.  

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Do Better

Here is a Remus reader insert, very angsty a lot of fun to write. So the night before you went to tell Remus how you feel about him but he shoots you down telling you it won’t work. But after speaking to Lily and James you are convinced to go and speak to him. Please do send in a request if you have one! And enjoy :)

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He’d done it; Remus had shot you down. Firm and strong he told you that the two of you would just never work. In the dying light of the day, he kept his distance only looking you in the eye for one moment before he said it. Too guilty to even whisper your name. Far too cold to be the Remus you knew. He failed to deny his feelings toward you and from the look in he eyes it was obvious how deeply it cut when he pushed you away. You just couldn’t understand why he would behave like this. The love between the two of you wasn’t something you felt to be fleeting. You felt a pull toward him, and it was obvious the way he felt was the same. He just didn’t want to let anyone in. He couldn’t let you get hurt by him. By what he was.

“He is just so frustrating!” You screech at Lily.

“They do tend to be.” She says in a soothing tone while handing you a cup of tea.

“I didn’t even ask him to say it back to me. All I went there to do was tell him how I felt Lils there was no need for him to act like such an ass.”

At this moment James enters the house planting a kiss on Lily’s head and patting yours. You signal to Lily that you didn’t want to discuss this with James in the house. He was a friend of yours but a better friend of Remus. Remus deserved to have this conversation with his friends, and you wanted to do the same.

“What’s all the shouting about then ladies?” He says dropping himself next to Lily. Lily looks between the two of you with her piercing green eyes. With a huff you fold and let her explain what had transpired between you and Remus the evening before.

“Honestly, men don’t make any sense.” James says snatching a biscuit from the plate on the coffee table letting it crumble down his shirt. Lily tuts at him brushing him down. “I’ll be frank with you he did already tell me and the boys, believe me we are on your side. He does care about you, so I don’t get why he doesn’t just let you in.”

“Thanks James, who knew that you would actually say the right thing.” You say sipping your tea. Lily bursts out into laughter at the pout that comes over James face.

“She’s got a point remember how you were in Hogwarts; this conversation would go very differently.” She adds.

“Well, you ladies are cruel but I’m glad I was some help.” He pulls Lily’s legs into his lap and looks at her with adoration, “I just want Remus to have someone to look after him. Like Lily and I look after each other.” He declares.

“Boo! That was too sweet get a room.”

“We do have a room! You are in our house you idiot.” Lily retorts. “Look maybe you should try and talk to him about it today, if he’s been talking to the guys about it, he’s obviously not sure if he made the right decision. If he still doesn’t want anything to happen that’s fine but you have to talk to him about it.” She looks at you with that look that says do the right thing for you a look she tended to break out regularly with you these days.

“Okay fine, where do you think he’ll be?” You ask James.

“Probably still in his flat, when we left him, he was breaking out a bottle of fire whiskey so he might not be in the best state when you find him.” James adds with a hint of worry.

“Alright I’ll bring him a coffee.” You say pushing yourself off the sofa mentally preparing yourself for the interaction you are about to have.

The walk to Remus’ is long, you take your time letting the summer sun warm you skin. You make it longer doing some shopping in the bookstore and the second-hand shops. Finally making your way into the local coffee shop and order Remus’ usual a toasted cheese sandwich and a large white americano with a brown sugar.

You stand in his doorway inspecting the wooden front door. Maybe if you stood here long enough the past would change. Perhaps if you studied the cracks in the paint work something would be altered, a detail you never noticed before. All you hoped for was a shift in the universe. Was that too much to ask? Just a small adjustment to the way things were going. For a single moment to go the way they were intended. For the two of you to be together without any of the background noise. But standing at a closed door examining the woodwork would never have the power to change things, neither would wishing them that way. The only thing capable of changing the path you and Remus seemed to be on was knocking on this door. So that is what you did. You knocked a short rhythm and waited for him to answer. In the frosted window you saw Remus approach the closed door at a slow pace. You saw him stand there watching you from the other side. Probably wishing you away.

A deep breath in and you close your eyes attempting to banish the feeling of dread that built a house around your chest. Remus rests his forehead against the window, something inside you urges you to do the same. You resist instead you ring the doorbell. Lifting his head off the glass he finally unlocks the door. He still avoids saying your name.

“I brought you some lunch.” You say holding out the takeaway cup and bag filled with food.

“Thank you. Did you want something?” He replies taking your offering but still blocking the entryway.

“Yes, actually I did, can I come in Remus?” You ask crossing your arms.

A weak look in his eyes battle with his intentions of keeping you away. Taking a sip of his coffee he opens the door wide enough and signals you into his flat. Its stuffy inside and you didn’t require James’ warning you about Remus’ current state his living room was proof enough. An empty bottle of fire whiskey left scattered on the side table and a blanket tossed from the sofa. The reek of alcohol clinging to the furniture and a record stuck in a loop. When you look back to Remus, he’s taking a bite out of the sandwich attempting to look away without addressing the state of the room.

“Can I get you some water or something?” he asks.

“No but would you mind if I opened a window?” he nods in response with an air of awkwardness. You offer him a tight smile and walk to the window breathing deeply when it’s finally opened. You feel his eyes follow you and you allow them to stay there for a moment.

“So, what did you want?” Remus asks sighing with pain. You turn to him and his eyes flit away to floor as you do. “I don’t mean to sound harsh but there isn’t anything I have to say to you.”

“Good because I don’t want to listen to you right now Remus I really don’t. All I’m asking is that you listen to me. Don’t even try to tell me last night you were listening to me because you weren’t. You had no intention of ever listening to what I had to say on the topic.” Your heat beat quickens as you speak.

“Please that’s not fair.” He interjects with a strained voice.

“It is more than fair, and you know it. The way you spoke to me last night that was unfair. I just want to say my peace on the topic Rem because you stopped me before I even had the chance. I care for you so deeply Rem I would never do anything with the intention to hurt you. All I have ever wanted was to be there for you. I think it’s fair to say I have been there for you whenever I could, and you have done the same for me. We have grown into each other and honestly the idea of you avoiding me because of last night hurts me because I don’t need you to feel the same way for me. I wasn’t looking for you to declare your love for me Rem. All I wanted was to declare mine to you. That is all, because it has been suffocating me. Watching you doubt yourself at every step. I love you Remus. I love all of you.” You declare you voice shaky from the tears now rolling down your cheeks.

“Do better. Aim higher than loving someone like me.” Remus exclaims with anger lacing his words.

This leaves you speechless. Mouth open and eyes blinking quickly. Remus looks you in the eyes finally, all that’s left in them is anguish. He cries silent tears which he wipes away with the back of his hand.

“Did you hear anything I just said.” You cry.

“Yes, but you’ve got the wrong man.” Only then does he say your name in a whisper. “Believe me I don’t deserve to be loved by you.”

You walk towards him taking his hand as he tries to turn away from you. He squeezes his eyes shut letting out a sob. You touch his face gently and he cannot stop himself from bending into it. He leans his head down so when he opens his eyes, he is looking at you with warmth. You rub your thumb along the ghost of a scar that runs along his cheek bone.

“Not thinking you’re good for me is a terrible excuse.” You state. Remus takes your hand away from his face placing a kiss to your knuckles as he did. He brought your hand down between you before letting it go.

“You deserve-

“- You don’t get to tell me what I deserve. I’m telling you what I want Remus and I want you.”

“It’s not as simple as that?”

“Why not?” You edge closer to him, so your noses are touching, “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll go. Tell me you don’t feel the same and I won’t ever bring it up again.” You dare him. Your eyes scanning his face. His grow hungry having you this close to him and he cannot stop himself kissing you. Strong and passionate. Clinging to your body his hands gripping you and yours making your way to the nape of his neck and tugging at his hair. You pull away from each other panting and just barely louder than a whisper he says.

“I do want you. But.” He starts but he doesn’t finish.

“Why wouldn’t you be enough for me?”

“Because I am a monster.”

“You may be frustrating Remus, but you are no monster. Let me show you that.” You kiss a fresh scar next to his lip. Pulling away only slightly you add, “Let me show you all the ways in which you are wrong.” You kiss him again with a desperation that he too feels.

The two of you don’t break apart sharing the same air and revelling in the small shock waves each other’s touch set off igniting a much deeper fire within one another. You stay together this way and in other ways until the sun sets once again. In a tangle of limbs and swollen lips you hold each other through the night. Running each other’s hands along the bare skin. Remus dances a finger along you collar bone and kisses your neck. You trace the lines of his scars, of every scar. Leaving each one with a kiss and a quote you remember him sharing with you.

I’ll take care of you

It’s rotten work

Not to me not if it’s you

In the early hours of the morning the sun finds it way to your entangled bodies illuminating his hair in an angelic way. Golden the two of you together naked with no intention of leaving the room. He gently brushes a hair away from your face with the back of his hand that he trails along your cheek and following its way down your neck to you hand. Intertwined once more he hums with happiness. Bringing it to his lips once more.

“I’m sorry.” He says planting a kiss on your cheek, “I love you.” he says between another closer to your lips this time, “I was wrong.” Finally kissing your lips.

This time you whisper promises to him, “I will spend every moment showing you all the ways I will only ever want you.” and “I love you too.” And finally, “let’s look after each other my love.”

Remus then utters you name in such a way that spreads warmth through your bare skin, “I want nothing more than that.” Once again allowing himself to say your name foreheads resting together.

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Masterlist

started : 11/01/2021

Updated : 13/01/2021

total works: 14

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

- You Weren’t The Only One

Ron Weasley

- You Never Asked (Requested)

Fred Weasley

- I Said Your Name (AU)

- Clean Up Crew

- Waiting For You

George Weasley

- Interruptions (AU)

Sirius Black

- Get Over You

- Call Me (AU)

- Look At Me

- So Far Away

Remus Lupin 

- Hot Chocolate (AU)

- Do Better

The Legend of Korra

Mako

- I Found Your Ring

Bolin

- Good Enough (Requested)

Please feel free to send in your requests they don’t have to be restricted to Harry Potter or The Legend of Korra I’m willing to write for any series! 

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Get Over You

Another Sirius reader insert! Are you surprised? So to summarise you and Sirius are friends and big shocker you love him, but you just don’t think he feels the same so you decide tonight's the night to get over him once and for all. But that doesn’t work out too well when Sirius is also out that night. If you have any requests for me please feel free to send them my way now that I have plenty of free time! Enjoy :)

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“I’m not sure about this!” I say adjusting the tight-fitting clothes Marlene picked out trying to twist the dress, so it sits right. The seam still wonky and the hem line not quite straight I plod my way out of the bathroom into the kitchen to show her. She stands with two large bottles of liquor in her hands cackling when she sees me.

“How did you manage this?” She asks in a high-pitched tone that gets carried off with giggles waving the bottles around gesturing toward my body.

“Well, I thought the back was the front.” I huff.

“That reminds me of my days as a straight. Let me help you out babe.” She slinks up to me wearing a gorgeous midnight blue velvet dress that’s clung to her in ways I would never understand to be humanly possible. With force she grabs the fabric pulling it in the right direction for a few moments huffing and puffing as she does. She steps back with a smug look on her face. “You look hot. Now what are we doing with your hair and makeup?” She asks rubbing her chin as though she had a beard to ponder with.

“Just what I normally do. What time is it Mar?” I ask not particularly worried with the rest of my ‘hot bitch party look’ as Marlene put it.

“Oh, don’t worry we have plenty of time, have a drink and I’ll do you hair and makeup. Lily and Dorcas will let themselves in, so we don’t have to worry about it. Tonight, is going to be great.” Marlene spoke with a glint of mischief in her green eyes. Quickly she mixes me a drink in one of our fancier glasses which turns a strange brown, hands it to me like a child showing their parent a finger painting. I take it with caution and then she drags me into the bathroom sitting me down on a bin she turns upside down getting to work.

“So, are you looking forward to seeing Dorcas?” I ask knowing the answer.

“Knock it off you know I am. Also, I am the best makeup artist you look incredible. I was thinking of telling her tonight that I want more than just sleeping together. Do you think that’s a dumb thing to do?” She asks.

“Mar why would that be dumb?”

She huffs putting down the brush in her hand letting her head fall to one side. “Well, you keep saying you can’t tell Sirius how you feel about him because it would be a stupid thing to do.” She looks at the ground finding the product she was after next.

“That’s different you and Dorcas have a connection. You have a history together. I am just Sirius’s friend; I like being his friend it’s comfortable. He is someone I trust but I wouldn’t feel secure with him if he felt the same. I mean he’s Sirius Black he’s hot and he is just… uh I’m not enough for someone like that.” I say before gulping down the rest of the strange drink feeling it burn in my throat and warm my chest. Marlene doesn’t stop what she’s doing but I can tell she disagrees, and she wants to have this argument with me once again.

“Okay. Fine. If you don’t think it’ll work out how about we find someone else. To help you get over him. That’s the plan babe, tonight’s the night to get over Black.” She says finally standing back with a prideful look on her face. “All done.” She says holding up a mirror for you to see her work. She’s not done too much to change my normal look, but I think she mainly took over to have that moment with me. But either way I do look hot and feel good which is exactly what she was going for.

“You are good.” I say and then we hear the door open followed by the loud singing from our already drunk friends. We jump up from where we were sitting and comically rush into the living room to join in with the David Bowie song they’re singing. Marlene takes Dorcas by the hands and Dorcas holds Marlene as they sway singing and laughing. Lily pouts and then does the same with me.

“You look stunning babe.” I say to Lily who never has a bad hair day.

“Uh says you, I mean who allowed you to look this good?” She asks me, kissing my cheek and dragging me to the kitchen in need of another drink. “Have you already got a glass?”

“Yes, I do. I hope you’re a better barman than Mar whatever she made me should be taken to a lab for testing.” I laugh grabbing the glass from the kitchen. Upon returning I pull Lily in for a big hug, “I missed you Lil.”

“You were only gone for less than a minute.” She says squeezing me tighter.

“I know it was horrible!” I jest breaking away from her.

She dramatically overpours vodka into my glass followed by orange juice from the fridge and hands it to me overfilling with pride as she takes a sip of her own drink, cringing as she does. “That is so good.” She says pulling a face. “Did Marlene tell you that James and the boys are coming over before we head out?”

My widening eyes and downing of my drink tell her everything she needs to know. Which of course causes her to laugh and shout to Marlene to bring her cute ass into the kitchen.

“Did someone ask for a cute ass?” Sirius says waltzing into the room with a bottle of tequila in his large hands. James, Remus and Peter follow in after him and eventually so do Marlene and Dorcas. Sirius places the bottle down then searches our cupboards for shot glasses. He immediately goes to the right cupboard and grabs enough for everyone. “Shall we do shots?” He asks wiggling his dark brows. He pours out a shot for everyone without waiting for an encouraging response. I take the sherry glass repurposed into a shot glass and hold it up in a cheer to my friends. Sirius takes this opportunity to loop his arm round mine, so we take the drink with our arms intertwined. I can feel the blush creeping up my neck, but I quickly create space between me and Sirius wandering around to the other side of the kitchen ignoring the pout he gives me when I do. I look up at Remus who stands next to me.

“You look lovely tonight darling.” He says affectionately placing a friendly arm round my shoulder giving it a squeeze. We start a small conversation between ourselves discussing the books we’ve been reading, and the course Remus had been taking at the local college because he just missed studying that much. “I can’t even begin to tell you how interesting the speaker is! She thinks I should do a master’s degree and I am considering it you know. Put off the job stuff for a while and I do love literature.”

“Do it Rem that sounds exactly like something you should be doing.” I reply.

“Hey Moony, do you want another drink?” Peter asks dragging Remus away from me with a look of determination on his face.

I lean back on the kitchen counter behind me laughing at Lily and James dancing together slash play fighting. He picks her up off the ground and twirls her around, she just can’t stop herself from laughing. Her hair swinging around with a life of its own. When she’s back on the ground she playfully hits his chest, and he feigns pain. Then they both forget whatever they were fighting about. They just stare at each other with admiration and love.

“It’s disgustingly sweet isn’t it?” Sirius says leaning to one side so he’s closer to me. “I’ll be honest though I never thought he’d manage to get a girl like Lily.”

“She always fancied him more than she hated him. Good things James grew up a bit or who knows if they would have worked it out.” I say sipping on my drink.

“Nah they would’ve found a way.” He looks down at me and with grin. I look him in the eyes for the first time tonight. They’re warm and he holds my gaze with such intensity I can’t help but look away with a sharp intake of breath. “You look good tonight love.” He says in a low tone, so it stays thick in the air between the two of us. “But you always do look beautiful.” Which adds to the weight growing within my chest. I catch Marlene’s eye which I now notice has been on the two of us for a while. She understands that I require an intervention, so she drags me over to her and Dorcas saying they need someone to decide who’s right in their debate.

Under her breath Marlene says, “We need you to find you a rebound fast.” You nod taking her drink from her and downing it.

“Right shall we make our way out into the night?” Remus inquires clasping his hands together like a teacher.

Everyone queues for the toilet and makes sure everything is left clean enough, so it won’t be a problem for us when we’re hung over tomorrow. While I wait, I go into my room to grab a jacket or a bag to take with me. I hear someone follow me assuming its Marlene I ask, “Do you think I should wear a jacket with this dress?”

“Oh, definitely not, it would ruin the integrity of the look.” A low voice answers.

“Sirius hasn’t any ever told you not to follow a woman into her room uninvited?” I retort.

“Well, I normally wouldn’t love you know me, but you’ve been avoiding me.” He says playing with the fabric of my dress.

“What if I am?” I say picking up a bag and walking past him.

“Well, it’s okay if you are, I just thought I was imagining it. Good to know you are indeed avoiding me.”

I stop and turn around to look at him, “I just… look tonight I’m looking to get over someone and I’m not sure hanging around you will help me attract people Sirius. If I spend the whole night with you, I’m giving off the wrong impression. It’s not personal.”

“It feels a little personal.”

“Come on Sirius lets go.” I say holding out my hand to him, which he takes placing a kiss on the top of my had.

We walk out of my room into the hallway where we hear the others calling to us telling us its time to go. The walk to the club is colder than expected but Sirius wraps his arm around me to keep me warm. I can’t protest because it’s just for the small walk once we get into the club it’ll be fine, I tell myself, when we get in, I’ll keep my distance. But it doesn’t stop the electricity I feel when his fingertips brush along the exposed skin on my back. It doesn’t stop my heart beating too fast when he jokes with me speaking right in my ear. The heat of his breath on my neck and the idea of him being so close to me. All too soon we reach the club with a line along the stretch of the road. When we get in line, I position myself between Lily and Marlene to keep my distance from Sirius. It works to he doesn’t try to stand next to me or wrap his arm around me or even really talk to me.

When we enter the club the thudding music pulses through my body, and I make a beeline to the bar letting my friends scatter throughout the club. I find myself waiting to be served next to a tall man with bright red hair who has a gleaming smile and a large nose. He leans down to speak in my ear asking if he can buy me a drink, I accept.

“Sorry I don’t think I caught your name.” I state.

“I’m Fabian. I think I know you from somewhere.” He answers.

“Well, I work in the local bookshop so you might know me from there.” I respond. “Actually, you do look a little familiar… Do you have any siblings?”

“I have a sister you might know, Molly?”

“Oh yes! I know Molly, she’s dating Arthur.”

“They’re actually engaged now.” He says.

The conversation dies down a little after we talk about his sister and he soon excuses himself, “I think my brother is doing something stupid in the smoking area and I have to join in.” He explains shooting me his bright smile again before leaving me alone by the bar again.

“You’ve got a real determined look going on right now love.” Sirius speaks sliding into the free space next to me. I look up at him not caring about just how close his face is to mine. “Maybe that’s why Fab left.” I open my mouth to respond but Sirius offers me a drink, so I don’t bite his head off.

“You know him?” I ask.

“We run in the same circles. Look what asshole are you trying to get over with random people in this gross club.” He responds pulling a face.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I think I do.”

Biting my lip nervously I look him right in the eyes and tell him, “It’s you Sirius you’re the asshole.”

He swallows and raises his eyebrows. Seemingly unsure on how to respond. He runs a hand through his long intentionally messy hair and then rubs his face as if trying to understand what I’m saying. Trying to pull it into focus. I try to smile at him, but my face won’t let me, and I feel my sadness catch in my throat and pull at my chin. Quickly as though to make the emotion disappear, I wipe away a stray tear with my finger. Sirius catches me doing it and then he really sees how he has affected me, and I see the guilt bubble up through him. He says my name too quietly for me to hear in the club but the look on his face tells me that he doesn’t feel the same. The room feels too hot. Like there isn’t enough air for me in here.

“It’s okay Sirius.” I pause letting out a small sob, “You don’t have to say it I already know.” The heat builds up and I must get out of this stupid club because the room suddenly feels a lot smaller than before. I think he tries to call after me but all I can focus on is getting out of here. I break out into a small run bumping into people as I push my way through. When I get outside, I sink to the cold pavement and let the sobs rack through me like waves. This really isn’t how I imagined the night going. I look up to the night sky and a feeling of loneliness latches onto me. I don’t even try to avoid it. I go into full pity party mode, already thinking of the uncomfortable conversation I’ll eventually have to have with him about this. About how this will probably ruin our friendship for good. What will happen to the whole group of us? Then I hear his voice calling out for me in a panic and the loneliness washes out of me. He spots me and gently sits down next to be shrugging his leather jacket off and placing it over my shoulders.

“Love I didn’t realise how you felt. I wouldn’t ever want to make you feel like this. I hate myself right now.” He places a hand on my leg, and I look at him. He is crying too. I wipe away a tear holding his face with my cold hand.

“Why are you crying?” I laugh.

“Because I’m an idiot love I didn’t even realise you were an option for me! Are you kidding? Why wasn’t this something I knew about. Who else knew?”

“Just Marlene. But what difference does me being an option make?”

“Well only because I’ve been trying to get over you since we were 15! I always assumed you didn’t think of me that way, that I was just your hot friend.”

“Well, you are the hot friend, but I have had feelings for you for years. I just never thought I was good enough for you.”

“Good enough for me! I never thought I was good enough for you.”

The tears turn quickly into laughter realising how blind we’ve both been. I stand up offering Sirius my hand he takes it placing another kiss on my hand and we walk back to my apartment. I invite him into my bedroom where he kisses me passionately holding my body flush against his. He kisses me like he’s been waiting to kiss since the moment he met me. I kiss him back with the same emotion. We kiss until we break apart foreheads pressed together panting, trying to catch our breathes. Both smiling once again. A warmth exploding in my chest.

“Sirius I’ve been waiting to be with you for longer than I would like to admit. As much as I’d love to jump into bed with you right now and let you have your way with me.” Sirius laughs at this, “I just don’t want to go too quickly because I want this to work out. So instead of sex could we just hold each other until we fall asleep?”

“I do love that you worded it that way. Makes me feel like the guy in one of those sappy romance books. Yes, I’m more than okay with taking it as slow as you want my love. I can wait as long as you want. I would happily wait thousands of lifetimes for you.” He speaks kissing me again.

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hii! i was just wondering if i could a request a ron imagine where he really likes the reader and he does what he does to fleur in the movies and yells at her to go to the ball with him? and ginny is like comforting him how she was in the movies but reader runs after him and they’re all in shock bc she actually wants to go with him and liked him back? (i’m sorry this is long, i’m bad at explaining)

This is my first request!! Very exciting, so I have written this based on what you said rather than watching the clip from the film so it might not happen exactly the same as that but I hope you enjoy it anyway it was really fun to write so please do send in more requests! 

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Ron was never great with his expressing his feelings, especially when it came to you. He was always saying the wrong thing or saying the right thing the wrong way. It wasn’t always like that though you two were close for a long time and you even considered him your closest friend. Ron kicked himself every time he saw you and acted like an idiot and so did his friends.

“Ron why don’t you just go and talk to her?” Hermione said reading the paper not looking at Ron or Harry as she did but still sensing Ron’s pining look that was laid upon you sat with your Hufflepuff friends. Ron only groaned in response pushing his breakfast around on the plate.

“Obviously, it’s because he can’t talk to her or he’ll just die it’s so embarrassing she’s just so beautiful and perfect what could he possibly offer her.” Harry imitated Ron. “I’m sorry mate but this has been going on too long and its painful to watch, if you don’t do something about it in the next two days, I’ll…” Harry trailed off thinking of an appropriate threat for a friend. “Or I’ll tell Fred and George about it.” There that seemed good enough. Harry looking fairly pleased with himself started to eat his breakfast assuming that would be the end of it today. Ron rested his head in his hands feeling sorry for himself.

“But what would I talk to her about?” Ron asked his two friends hoping for a helpful response. Neither had any response, Herimone who now seemed to be filling out the crossword puzzle and Harry who was instead thinking about his own love life. No such luck for Ron instead Ginny sat herself next to Hermione stealing a sausage off Ron’s plate and munching on it.

“What’s everyone’s plans for the Yule Ball then?” she asks holding eye contact with Harry who chokes on his orange juice. Pleased with his reaction she grins looking at her brother. “Ron who’s your date?”

“He’s just about to ask them.” Hermione announces folding up the newspaper now more invested in the whole situation, shooting Ron a pointed look. Harry, happy to have Ginny’s eyes off him agrees with Hermione.

“Oh, this’ll be great. What’s the plan Ron?” Ginny asks filling a glass scoffing at the thought of her brother asking the object of his affections out on a date, successfully.

“Instead of thinking about it he was actually just about to ask them now. Weren’t you Ron?” Harry says nudging Ron’s arm.

“Hermione will you- “

“You aren’t getting out of it that easily Ronald. We all know who you want to ask. Besides, I already have a date. You’re on your own with this one.” She responds her eyes drifting over to Viktor who was already looking at her.

“Stop being a chicken Ron and go ask them.” Ginny says commanding the same power as her mother. Ron shakily stands whipping his sweaty hands along his trousers. He takes a deep breathe in and makes his way to where you are sitting with your Hufflepuff friends. For a moment Ron thinks about turning back because what is the worst Ginny could do if he didn’t ask. What could Fred and George do that would be worse than rejection? A quick turn of his head told him that no matter how scary rejection was his little sister would be worse. Besides that, you had already spotted him focusing your attention on him. Your friends still talking to you, but you were looking at Ron and he felt his face light up. It had been a while since you had looked at him, properly looked at him.

“Hello Ron.” You said with a large smile on your face lighting up your eyes.

He breathed you name, and his heart hammered in his chest. He remembered his sweating palms and his friend watching him and your friends watching him and you looking at him with those sweet eyes. Any drop confidence he had just drained out of him and he felt stuck. To make matters worse your friends began whispering and giggling. Why didn’t he plan out how to ask you? What if when he asked you couldn’t hear him. Or what if when he asked you burst out laughing revealing you already had a date a much better date. A date who asked you with flowers. He should have brought you flowers.

“Everything okay?” You ask bringing him back to the room. Ron’s throat felt dry.

“WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TO THE YULE BALL WITH ME AS MY DATE. WELL, IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE LIKE A DATE DATE WE COULD GO AS FRIENDS.” He burst out far louder than he intended. Clapping his hands over his mouth confused at how he managed to produce such a loud volume. This did it all your friends laughed and so did the entire room at this strange outburst. He could see how pink you had gotten mouth opening and closing like a fish looking around at your friends who all seemed extremely amused. So, he apologised and immediately began powerwalking out of the hall because running out would be far more embarrassing.

He didn’t stop walking until he felt he was far enough away from the sound of everyone’s laughter. Laughing at him. Why did he do that? He asked himself. In the morning sun out in the courtyard he kicked a tree really regretting embarrassing you in front of all those people. He didn’t even realise he was talking to himself until someone interrupted him.

“Finally found some good company?” Ginny said leaning against the tree.

“What do you want Gin?” Ron asked croakily not realising he had been crying.

“I want you to know that you are an idiot but its also okay. You very easily could have never asked her, never spoken to her again. Never given her idea of how you felt but you did. And I hate to say it Ron but not everything is going to go as you want it everyone doesn’t always like you back. It’s okay that she didn’t want to go with you there are plenty of others who might. It’s okay if she doesn’t see you that way you know, that right?”

Just as Ron opens his mouth to respond someone else does.

“I never said I didn’t want to go with you Ron.”

Ginny grins once again watching as her brothers face lights up and she sees the hope return to his body. She walks away leaving the two of them some time alone.

Ron says your name like a wish. Like he doesn’t really believe you’ll be there when he turns around. But you are and he sees the blush still on your face. And that you’re breathless like you ran after him all that way. Ron wants to say something to say anything to you, but he doesn’t. Thankfully as it finally gives you the space to say how you feel.

“I just wasn’t expecting you ask me Ron. You haven’t spoken to me properly in weeks, I thought I did something to upset you. My friends only laughed because we were literally just talking about you. I was planning on asking you to Yule Ball myself. Look Ron I really like you and not having my close friend there to talk to and to laugh with was really strange.”

“I really like you too. I just never thought you felt the same way.” Ron closes the space between you.

“That’s because you never asked.” You laugh placing you hand on his cheek. Another flush of red taking over his face. His eyes look down not sure enough of himself to meet your gaze. Placing your other hand on his other cheek you say, “So ask me Ron.” Ron smiles lopsided and goofy looking at you still rather nervous.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me? As my date.” He breathes.

“Oh, I’m not sure what day is that on again?” You tease taking your hands away from his face feigning deep thought, causing him to laugh with you relaxing him. “I’d love to go to the ball as your date Ron. Maybe before then we could go on a little date.” You ask playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Wasn’t that his line.” You hear Harry add from behind you. Ron shoots him a look of humorous disapproval.

“As much as I’m annoyed that he was watching that I have to agree with him. I think I was supposed to ask you that.” He says now looking at you so intensely you almost forget how to talk.

“Why because he’s the guy?” Ginny adds.

“How archaic.” Hermione adds.

“Sorry mate we just had to see how this plays out.”

Ron shakes his head with an infectious laugh, he snakes his arm round your waist holding you closely.

“Fred and George just wouldn’t believe you without eyewitnesses, really I’m doing you a favour.” Harry laughs.

“How about we go somewhere a little more private to plan this date.” You say gazing up at Ron with delight.

“That sounds perfect.” He says before kissing you soft and sweet.

“Okay now it’s weird.” Ginny says, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone. Have fun you two.”

Ron smiles down at you and you feel relief flood through you. The two of you this close, sharing space in the universe together felt righter than anything you’d ever known before.

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I Found Your Ring

This is a Mako x Reader, its my first time writing this character so please go easy on me! I finished watching the Legend of Korra recently and the characters are great so if anyone has any LoK requests please do send them my way. So to summarise Mako embarrassed himself in front of you the day before and he runs into you again but this time with a your ring. 

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“Oh, come on Mako you’re being dramatic!” Asami laughs at her ex-boyfriends’ reaction while draping her arm over Korra’s broad shoulders. Who also fails to hide her amusement behind the pink dusting her cheeks. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” She said while swirling her free hand along Korra’s forearm.

“Oh, trust me when I say it was bad.” Bolin interjects booming with laughter only to be wacked in the arm by his older brother who was sat beside him with his head in his hands. Bolin rubs the spot but continued to laugh along with the girls.

“Well think of it this way, you were a complete asshole to me at first and I still dated you!” Korra offered while looking up at her girlfriend encouraging her to help.

“Yeah, and I ran you over, but you still went on a date with me! What’s more embarrassing than sloppy motor skills?” Asami added stifling a giggle. A small lift of his head and everyone could see just how red Mako had gotten over this little situation which was surprising. Mako hadn’t really shown any interest in dating since the whole love triangle. Bolin was starting to worry about his big brother, working all those extra hours and keeping his distance from anyone who showed any interest. But this was different. Bolin couldn’t believe how much of a bumbling mess he had gotten into not only forgetting how to produce sentences but spilling his drink all down his new shirt.

“Poor Mako is going to die alone.” Wu added dramatically draping himself over the two brothers attempting to get a laugh out of Mako.

“He’s right.” Mako added in a small tone, seemingly out of character.

The group fell silent looking at each other in a way that suggested they should have taken it more seriously than they initially did. But it was still pretty funny. Mako brought his head all the way up taking in the concern of his friends who are close enough to be family. Just as he was about to suggest maybe he had taken it a little too seriously Opal made her way in from cold shaking the snow off her brown hair.

“Does anyone know who this belongs to?” Opal asks lifting up a gold ring with a small ruby. Just as they were about to say no in unison Mako realises that the ring is rather familiar. He shoots a quick look to Bolin who is far too distracted by his cold girlfriend to pay any attention to a ring but Korra notices the look on Mako’s face.

“Is it her ring?” Korra asks leaning back into Asami’s arms.

“Weirdly enough I think it is.” Mako said with hope in his eyes.

“Perfect you can make up for making a complete fool of yourself by returning her property! And maybe then she’ll believe that you are an adequate paramour.” Wu adds gleefully. Mako can’t help but roll his eyes at his comment.

“He’s right Mako, who knows maybe it could be romantic.” Asami adds.

He decides that they’re right and that he should probably return the ring either way. A little more excited by the fact that he’ll be able to see you again than he’d like to admit. A wave of hope crashes through him. It hadn’t really concerned him that he seemed to be the only single person he knew but his life had started to get a little lonelier in these past months. There seemed to be things he wished to do with someone he cared for in different ways. He longed for someone who would care for him and someone who he could care for. He saw the softness that grew in Korra anytime she thought of Asami and he envied it. Mako craved the tenderness he felt to be missing.

“I’m going to see if she’s at the same bar tonight. I’ll probably be back in the next few hours.” Mako said. As he walked out of the apartment, he heard them ‘oooohh’ at him, he couldn’t help the redness from growing up his neck.

It was a short walk through republic city to the small bar squashed between a tea shop and a trinket shop, the warm light illuminates the snow that falls lightly. Taking a small breath in Mako makes his way into building the noise from the chatter surrounding him. Taking small tentative steps, he approaches the bar trying to remind himself he has no reason to be so nervous all he’s doing is return lost property. Focusing so intensely on calming down he begins to frown, creasing his forehead and becoming tight lipped. Just as he opens his mouth to ask the bar tender if he had seen you someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns quickly to see you stood there with a blush creeping its way up your neck. There’s a playful look in your eye which causes Mako to smile releasing all the tension that he was holding in his face.

“I’ll buy you a drink as long as you’re careful with it.” You laugh tilting your head before ordering you both a drink.

“Oh, well that’s very generous of you.” Mako speaks mirroring your body language.

“What brings you back?” You ask with a small smile on your lips.

“The company is definitely a plus and so is the service! I always get what I order and I… um…” he stumbles over his words mentally whacking himself.

“That is always a plus.”

Mako flushes bright red and tuns to the barman asking for another drink. Which only causes you to laugh again, a sound which Mako is growing to love. He feels you brush your hand against his arm.

“This might be a strange thing to ask but were you ever part of a pro bending team?” You ask.

“What gave me away?”

“Your brother came back here yesterday after you left, and he was really chatty. Told me all about you.”

This stops Mako in his tracks flushing an even more aggressive shade of red. Resting his head in his hands he says something, but you cannot quite hear him, so you edge a little closer. Asking him to repeat himself.

“I said did he ask to borrow your ring?”

Now it is your turn to flush red, “Yes, he said he wanted to find something for his girlfriend in a similar style. He said that he’d bring it back to me today in this bar so that’s why I was here. To be honest I was surprised you were in here.”

“He did what?”

“He was really insistent on me waiting here tonight. I am happy to see you though, I like Bolin, but I don’t think I could take anymore talk about your accomplishments on the force. They are impressive Mako don’t get me wrong but also it felt like your brother was doing a job interview on your behalf.” You cackle.

“You know my name? That seems unfair I don’t know yours.” He replies.

You say your name and he repeats it in a low tone that fills you with warmth. As he turns to face the bar you could almost swear, he says it again.

“Can I have it?” You say drawing his attention back to you. He looks confused but takes the silence that has fallen over you to take in your face, your kind eyes and your growing smile. “My ring?”

“Oh of course that’s why I’m here.” Mako responds holding out his hand where the ring sits on the top of his finger where it had been since he recognised it as yours. He had unknowingly been twisting and fiddling with it all evening. “It’s a lovely ring.” He breathes your name again sliding the ring onto your finger. It is so intimate you’re glad when his warm hands linger.

“Thank you it was my Mother’s. I like your scarf Mako it suits you.” You say keeping his hands close to yours.

“It was my Father’s.” He responds keeping inching closer to you.

Moments pass and neither of you speak but it feels oddly comfortable. You hope that he doesn’t move away from you because he has a warmth radiating from him which draws you closer. The seconds pass slower than you are used to, and you can’t stop yourself from really looking at him. He is the only thing you can focus on in this busy room. You admire the shadow his eyelashes cast on his cheek it takes everything in you to not touch him and looking into his eyes it seems as though he’s holding back a similar desire. You can see him inching closer to you so your lips are almost touching, and you can taste the heat radiating off him. Just as you go to crash into each other Mako hears a familiar voice that breaks the spell that seemed to fall over the two of you.

“I’m sure they’re still here!” Bolin booms talking to Opal over the crowd. Makos forehead rests on your bare shoulder. The contact sending a spark throughout you, you can feel Makos face heating up.

“Bolin over here.” You wave him over keeping Mako’s head on your shoulder. Bolin spots you and for a moment he seems confused not sure how his brother couldn’t find you in the bar only to then see his brothers head resting on you. Bolin’s face pales deciding whether to go talk to the two of you or to run out of the establishment and pretend it was all a dream. He was a top-notch actor of course. Before he makes the call, Opal drags him out waving at you moving ‘sorry’.

“He’s gone Mako.” You whisper in his ear. Mako looks up at you with soft eyes. Again, he says your name in a soft tone.

“Would you want to go on a date with me? I promise my brother won’t interrupt.” He asks lifting his face up to meet yours once again.

“I’d love to.”

He brushes a stray hair away from your face banishing the shy feeling that grows within him, he places a ghost of a kiss on your lips. Suddenly worried he has been too forward with you. Only to have the worried melt away when he sees the small smile growing on your face. You rest your forehead against his only able to resist kissing him again for a few moments. It feels as though you have found something else entirely this evening. As though the two of you were bound to have a moment like this. Something inside you tells you that you will keep having these intimate moments together.  

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Call Me

Here is a Sirius X Reader which is another modern AU where he’s gone radio silent for two weeks and he finally calls you asking to come over. It’s very sweet and shorter than what I normally post also the writing style is a little different. Again if you have any requests for me please do send them in! 

Word Count: 1087

The room was cold. Bundled up in sheets and blankets wouldn’t stop it from biting at your skin. All alone again. It took everything you had not to check your phone. Had he called? Did he finally respond? You outstretched a sore arm to tap the screen to life. Its light cast a ghostly veil of white over your messy room. Still no message. You had two options; wait for him to contact you or you could phone him. He might not pick up but if you got through to his outgoing message at least you’d get to hear his voice. If only for a few seconds. Maybe it would help you sleep. Sirius had gone radio silent two weeks ago. Funnily enough it had been two weeks since you got any real sleep.  

“Where are you?” you whispered pulling the duvet over your head squeezing your eyes shut.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“Too early.” You croaked throwing your weight to the opposite side of the bed intending to snooze your alarm. But you stopped, it was still dark outside. You didn’t have to be up until nine and your clock read 5:30 so instead of hitting your phone you checked to see what it was.  

Incoming call: SIRIUS  

The tiredness fogged your brain delaying your response. The call rang through allowing you to see the notification on your phone.  

Five missed calls: SIRIUS

New Voicemail

You lightly tapped on the voicemail bringing the phone to your ear. The first message played. All he said was your name, he said it so softly you almost convinced yourself it wasn’t real. Then the next message played.  

“I just realised you’re probably asleep. No more early shifts. I was just calling to tell you I’m… I…. uh. Call me back. Please.”  

He sounded lost. Not enough light in his voice to be your Sirius. The next message played.  

“I love you. Please call me back.”  

No more messages. So, you called him.  

It rang once, twice and then he picked up. He said your name like he was wishing.  

“Hey stranger.” You said, your voice croaky and strained.  

A small laugh made its way to you.  

“I’m sorry.” He uttered. “I just needed some time. I know its early but is there any chance I can come over?”  

You sighed, visibly relaxing at the sound of his voice.  

“Of course, you can.”

“I’ll be over in twenty minutes. Thank you love.”  

Sitting up in bed you switch on your bedside light taking in how chaotic your room had gotten over the past few weeks. You sluggishly throw your dirty clothes into your hamper and attempt to clear some of the stuff on your floor. Pulling a jumper on you make your way into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.  

Just as the kettle finished boiling you hear a small rap at the front door. You pad your way to the front door switching on the lights as you do. Through the frosted glass you see him. His raven hair a mess and his skin paling from stress. You turn the key and push down on cold handle. You pull him into you before he has a chance to register you. You can smell the chill on his cold leather jacket. Sirius relaxes and tightens his arms around you as he buries his face into your hair.  

He lifts you off the ground locking your front door and carrying you into your bedroom as you lightly dust his cool face with kisses. Hot tears roll quietly down his face. He lowers you down on the bed and removes his jacket and shoes before joining you. You tug him closer toward you holding him tight.  

“I missed you love.” He says, you can feel his heart beating.  

“What happened Sirius?” You ask lowly.  

“It was my Father. He died.” he paused, “I didn’t think it would bother me.” He paused again mulling over his wording of what he was about to say. “I needed some time, I was staying with Reg. He told me that Mother wanted to talk to me. Right now, I’m not sure if I want to talk about it but I had enough of being away from you.” Another long pause that was filled with a soft kiss. “It made me realise something.” He uttered. “I don’t really ever want to be away from you. And what I’m about to say… or… or ask might seem a bit soon. I know that we’ve talked about it before. And I went to see the boys before I came here.” He perked up, “they just kept saying how they never thought they’d here me say something like that. If it were three years ago, they would have thought I’d gone mad. But since meeting you. Since being with you I’ve changed. I want to keep changing with you love. And I don’t have a ring right now. I’m not even sure if we’d be able to afford a wedding. So, I’m not asking you to marry me right now. But I am asking you if you want to live with me. In the same place but also would you like to live with me for as long as we can live together?” He asked pulling away looking deeply into your eyes.  

“If these two weeks have taught me anything, it's that I want to be with you in any way you let me. So yes, Sirius, I do want to live with you. In every sense of the word.” you say.  

“Thank god for that.” Sirius laughs kissing you deeply.  

Two of you lay there through the morning watching the golden sun rise and stream its way into your room. Tightly you hold each other whispering promises of love between the deep kisses exchanged. He trails his hands along you back so delicate as though he’s afraid of hurting you. You make sure to tell him you know he’ll never hurt you. He tells you the same. The two of you ignore when your alarm goes off telling you it’s time to go to work. Sirius tells you that you should probably call them to say you aren’t going to make it in. You say only if he promises he won’t leave your side as you do. The two of fall in and out of sleep throughout the day, until the both of you finally fall to sleep, both sleeping better than you both have in weeks.  

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I Said Your Name

It’s been awhile! Here’s a Fred Weasley X Reader that’s a modern AU where you love him and plan to tell him about it but chicken out and the story follows you at a party. I’m not the best at summaries but I hope you guys enjoy! Also PSA if you have any requests feel free to ask!

Word Count: 1885

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“I’m leaving.” I whisper to anyone who can hear me. Large tears run down my face and blur my vision.

Using all the strength left in my shaking arms I push myself off the fabric sofa knocking into Hermione as I do. She doesn’t notice for once, too invested in what Ron was saying. Her nose pink and her large teeth biting down on her lip in anticipation for climax of the story she’s already heard hundreds of times. I hear Neville say goodbye. I don’t bother to respond pushing myself through the crowd that’s gathered around the entryway. Too frustrated and focused on getting out of there I realise I’ve left my coat in the kitchen. I stop in my tracks because I can’t leave without my coat, but I really don’t want to go into the kitchen where he is.

To be fair I’m not sure he knows what he’s doing. I suppose my anger would seem more justified if I told Fred. If he knew that every time he recommends an old film, I go home and watch it. I should tell him. I really did mean to tell him when he picked me up tonight. Hermione and I planned it out. I was going to invite him in because ‘I just wasn’t ready yet’. We’d be alone in my house and then I’d tell him. That it didn’t matter to me if he didn’t feel the same way but if I didn’t tell him it was going to ruin me. A little dramatic in the wording I know but a feeling like this requires dramatics. A man like Fred is someone I want to be dramatic with. But no. I couldn’t tell him. Tonight, when I opened the door and looked up at him hair damp from the rain and face red from the cold. He took my hands and said, “It’s so bloody cold out there! Feel how cold I am.” I rubbed his red hands in mine trying to warm them up. We just stood there, door wide open laughing. So how did the night end up like this?

Before we left, I made sure that all the windows and doors were locked, more focused on the notes stuffed in my coat pocket than whatever Fred was talking about.

“And then she kissed me!” Fred exclaimed breathless.

I turned my head not realising how wide my eyes had gotten. For a moment I thought Fred looked guilty.

“Don’t looked so surprised,” he laughed my name throwing a toned arm over my shoulder, “I really didn’t expect it though. I always thought she was into someone else.” He said looking down at me. Before he could continue, I asked if we were ready to go. A lopsided grin took over his pink face, “Yeah I think we are.”

The house party was only a few streets away, but the walk felt wrong. Too much tension for a walk with my Fred. I think he could feel it too.

“Someone said everyone from the old days were going to be there.” Fred said bumping into me.

“Well, you know Lily and James go all out with these things. It’s so great that Harry still gets to do these things at their house.” I replied.

“Could you imagine if I asked mum to do something like this.” Fred barked with laughter.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

When we entered the warmth of the house hit us. Filled with happy faces and the golden light I always associated with the Potters. A wave of ‘heys’ hit us as we entered. Lily and James weaved their way through the crowd to greet us. Hugging us and informing us of all the free booze in the kitchen. Sending us off with a wink.

“I love it here.” Fred spoke leaning down so I could hear him over the steady thud of music.

When we reached the kitchen, Fred told me he’s sort out the drinks, so I leant against the kitchen counter listening to a work story he was telling me when Oliver Wood sauntered into the room and placed himself by me. Fred attention followed Oliver all the way to empty space next he now filled.

“Here, I made you your favourite.” Fred said handing me the glass and snaking his arm around my waist tugging me a little closer toward him. “How’s it going Wood?” Fred asked arching his brow.

“Oh, you know, the Rugby’s worked out for me I actually just signed my new contract. I did however just break up with my girl,” Oliver looked at me, “you know we just wanted different things. I wanted to settle down get serious. She didn’t.” He said, thinking a moment before continuing, “So when did you two finally get together?” He asked cocking his brow. Fred’s arm suddenly retracted from my waist and a gap began to form between us.

Fred’s face a violent red, he cleared his throat before he started “No mate, we aren’t together. Just friends. I’m actually sort of dating this other girl. She’s actually coming here tonight.” He chugged the rest of his drink actively avoiding my glare. “I need a refill what about you two?”

Before I could answer Oliver slid closer to me and asked, “So does that mean you’re single?”

My mouth fell open, “Um, uh, yeah. Yes, I am single. Actually, I haven’t been on a date in forever.” I said ignoring the burning feeling in the back of my head. Oliver smiled at me like he’d just gotten good news. I felt Fred about to interrupt when the kitchen door opened.

“Freddie!” A voice rang.

“Oh, hey there.” Fred said preoccupied.

Oliver cleared his throat, “Let’s leave these two alone, I think they’re playing drinking games in the other room.” He took my hand in his rough ones gently guiding me away into the dining room.

I played drinking games with Oliver with a few hours until he got called away for some emergency. That’s how I ended up a little too drunk sat on that sofa rethinking everything.

I was sat there for about an hour. At first, I was joining in with the conversation laughing with the others but then on my way to the toilet I caught a glimpse of Fred and his sort of girlfriend. Her face buried in his neck, him laughing holding her close. I locked myself in the bathroom. My heart beating a little too loud. I slump down onto the toilet seat trying to catch my breath. This is not how my night was supposed to go.

After staying in the bathroom for twenty minutes I returned to my seat hoping that it wasn’t too obvious that I’d been crying. I think they noticed. No one said anything but I could tell. The worried glances exchanged by those sober enough to care.

So here I am. Standing in the middle of the entryway. Red faced and a little too drunk. Why should I feel weird? He’s the one who was being weird! Why should I cry over him?

“Everything alright love?” Lily asked softly. I turn to look at her intending to answer before I can she says. “Go tell him.”

I nod at her. If I were sober, I’d feel ridiculous but right now it almost feels like an under reaction.

I storm back through the house the crowd parting slightly as I do. Pushing my way through the kitchen door I see Fred leant against the kitchen island his head hanging down covering his face with his hands. I stomp my way through and snatch my coat from the space next to Fred which causes him to look up.

He says my name quietly. The fury in my veins almost disperses at once. I don’t let it.

“Fred, I need to tell you something.” My voice is a little shaky. I try to continue but Fred tries to stop me.

The kitchen door slams open and Fred’s sort of girlfriend is stood there with red eyes fuelled with recognisable rage.

“Is this her?” She spits eyeing me like I’m prey. She then mockingly moans my name which completely throws me. Suddenly I’m confused what I’m still doing here with the feeling that I should leave immediately.

“You are pathetic Fred. I cannot believe you. Don’t try to contact me we are done.” She declares with venom before gracefully exiting the room. I almost follow her wanting to ask her what happened. My feet move before my mind does, I’m only stopped by Fred tugging at my arm.

“I don’t think she’s going to want to talk to you.” He says with his head down still.

“Why not?” I ask looking up at him trying to catch his eye.

“You don’t want to know.”

“If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t have asked Fred.” The anger re-enters my body as I yank my arm out of his grasp.

“Not you too.” He whines.

“Yes, me too. You have ruined my entire night! And apparently, I’m not the only one. Look I came back here to get my coat and tell you how I feel but quite frankly I don’t think that’s a conversation I want to have with you right now. I’m leaving. Goodnight Fred.” I declare following the exit of the girl before me.

On my way out I quickly thank Lily for hosting as I walk away, I hear them laugh and the words “He’s such an idiot.”

I stomped the entire walk home trying to shake the foul mood out of me. As I reached the top of my road, I hear Fred call after me.

“What Fred?” I shout back pulling my keys out of my pocket.

“Please wait! I just need to talk to you.” He yelled after me sprinting the small distance between us.

“Can we do this tomorrow Fred?” I ask opening my front door.

“No, we need to do this now.” He announces.

“Fine, come inside.” I tell him.

Before he begins, he says my name softly, “Earlier when I was telling you about the kiss I had more to say. You cut me off.” He says closing the gap between us. He brushes a piece of hair out of my face, from this small action I feel a warmth grow inside me “What I was going to say was that it didn’t feel right. When I was kissing her all I could think about was you. About your lips. About the way you smell. And the way she wasn’t you. When Oliver showed up, I acted like an idiot. Then she showed up and I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell her how I felt. Then I drank a little too much and said your name when I was kissing her. Look I have loved you before I really knew what it meant. I still don’t really know what it means but I don’t want to lose you over a dumb mistake like the ones I made tonight. I love you.” He says softly with tears forming in his eyes.

“Fred.” I say, “I love you too.” I touch my hand to his face.

“Your hands are so cold.” He laughs.

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So far away

A Sirius X reader fic. I’ve aged down Regulus in this one, basically Sirius finds out his parents are sending Reg away to boarding school and you have to help him through it, I might write a part two because it doesn’t really have a resolution. Word count: 1173

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Sirius was a flurry of black hair and light eyes. In a daze of anger flying around the room. Me and the boys sat on James and Lily’s old fabric sofa trying to figure out what had happened. All his anger at his parents had balled up into one massive boulder determined on destruction. A few swear words flying up with his hands that I now can see are streaked with blood. As he turned away from us, he unknowingly revealed a long tear in his favourite black leather jacket.

“How could they do this to him?” Sirius boomed. Turning to look at us as if we held the answer. Now I could see the split lip and black eye bubbling under the surface. “They’re sending him away.” He said louder dragging his scrapped knuckles through his damp hair. “I’m never going to see him again! They’ll brain wash him until he’s like the rest.” Wide wild eyes begging for one of us to give him the answer.

I felt James get up from his seat. He stood opposite Sirius with his hands on his hips. I’m not sure if he’s surveying the damages or trying to figure out what to say. Maybe both. We knew he was talking about his younger brother Regulus. His parents must have finally made good on the promise to send him away to boarding school with other people like him. Sirius won’t be able to see his brother anymore. He had begun to try to see him weekly now he lived on his own. Attempting to show him what their parents said was crap. They were just looking to make him as bigoted and as heartless as they were.

“You can still see him.” James finally spoke. Low and cautious.

“Or you could write to him.” Remus added from the sofa.

“I’m sure they have a phone in the school he could use.” Peter said.

“You don’t know that he’ll turn out like them,” I found myself raising from my seat and walking over to him taking his hand in mine, “you didn’t.” But when Sirius looked me in the eyes, I could see the panic and pain coursing through him. “It doesn’t have to be over.” I say in a low whisper.

I could see him begin to consider it. That maybe this wasn’t the end of his brother’s morality. He studied my face with such precision I felt a blush creeping its way up my neck, I was thankful when he began to look at James, Remus and then Peter. I thought that maybe he would feel a little better but then his small smile was replaced with a sob that broke through him. I flung my arms around him hoping to absorb some of his pain.

“He’s going to be so far away.” He whimpered.

I could feel the pressure of the boys joining into the hug. We stood there like that until Lily got home and joined the hug before saying we should order some food. I joined her in the kitchen while the rest stayed in the living room.

“I don’t know what to do Lil.” I say in a hush afraid we’ll be overheard.

“There’s nothing you can do. You just have to be there for him. Make sure he’s taking care of himself.” She said resting her hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t like seeing him like this.”

“That’s kind of the point of caring about someone, you numpty. Now what should we get, Chinese or Indian?” She asks.

I stayed with Sirius at his place that night. Making sure to clean his cuts before we went to bed. He didn’t sleep at all, but he held me close. Neither of us had to work that day so I let him stay in bed. Remembering what Lily told me about making sure he’s being taken care of. I bring him toast and a cup of tea in the morning. A bowl of tomato soup and half a cheese toasty for lunch. And a pasta bake for dinner. He stayed slumped in bed playing with the hem of his worn AC/DC shirt. Rings of red under his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask drawing circles on the arm he draped over me with my finger.

“I would if I knew what to say.” He sighed leaning his cheek into the top of my head.

“That’s okay Siri, have you spoken to Reg about all of this?” I ask.

“He was there last night, he said that he didn’t want to go. I can’t stop picturing how scared he looked. But it’s out of our control.” He said. “I just hope he knows how much I’ll miss him.”

“Well if he doesn’t then you’ll tell him, before he leaves and then in every letter and phone call.” I say.

We lay there through the night, a tangle of limbs and tender kisses.

But the next morning I had to work, and Sirius had plans to meet up with Reg.

Work was dull as always, I had planned to go back to my flat for the night but as I walked out of the office I saw Sirius lent against the brick wall with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Furry blazing from him. Clenched jaw and steely eyes. So lost in thought he doesn’t even register when I stand in front of him. I gently nudge him and then he looks at me. More lost than angry.

“Come on.” I say sliding my hand in his pocket to take his. Guiding him to my place. This didn’t seem like a conversation to have in the middle of the street. He stayed silent on the short walk and so did I. All the colour had drained from his face and I kept thinking he was going to be sick.

When we got inside, he threw himself onto the sofa and laid there while I made him a coffee. I searched the back of the cupboard for the good biscuits I’d been saving. I placed them on a tray and brought them into the living room where Sirius had now sat up and had silent tears streaming down his face.

“What’s happening love.” I say.

“He said he wanted to go. That one of us had to be something other than a massive screw up. He said I was a disgrace. What sort of 13-year-old uses the word disgrace. It’s all them. They got to him. I tried and they still got to him.” He says with a strained voice.

“He doesn’t know what he’s saying Siri, you can still write to him and maybe he’ll see that they’re wrong. You know you aren’t a screw up right?” I say, he laughs a little.

“I don’t want to talk to him. I cannot see him grow into one of them. It would hurt too much.”

“If that’s what you want.” I say taking him into my arms while he cried.

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Clean up crew

A Fred Weasley X Reader sort of au but mainly just no mention of magic so call it what you like. The morning after a party where Fred’s big prank (which you may or may not have found funny at the time) has broken the house warming gift your mum gave you. Word count: 1234

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I didn’t know much but I knew I was absolutely furious with Fred Weasley. He had done it again. Ruined a party with a childish prank. He could be so childish sometimes. It wasn’t just the party with all our friends and new neighbours who saw how childish we both were I’ll admit. But the vase my mum had given me when I moved into my bungalow. It wasn’t much but it was important to me. Something that told me my mum was happy for me and Freddie. Now I had to clean up the mess.

A broken vase, stained carpet and a cupboard door hanging from its hinges. How did things get this out of hand? Frustration bubbled up within me as I picked up the empty cans and glass bottles. Of course, I would be left to clean it up. How could I expect any less? When I woke in the morning crusty eyed and cotton mouthed, and he wasn’t there. Just a pint of water and a pack of pain killers on the bed side table. Nothing worse than waking up in an empty bed. I ran my hand across the dent he left, still warm. Still smelling of his cologne and shampoo. He shared the bed with me but as soon as he was met with the consequences of his actions he had gone. Still I felt more upset that he wasn’t there than the fact he’d left me the mess to clean up.

I filled bin bag after bin bag with rubbish. Empty bottles and takeaway carton. Kicking the cans around with my fluffy slippers. Feeling like a frustrated child. After I had emptied all the crap from the house. I felt a little lighter. Finally, a cleaner house. But now I could see a burn mark on the mustard curtains. A large brown mark stood proudly on the cream carpet. And a toilet that wouldn’t seem to flush. How was I going to fix that? I had to fight the urge to phone my Nan begging for her sacred cleaning knowledge she refused to share with mum. As the thought ran across my mind my phone began to buzz in my back pocket. Mum. Great. I let it ring out. She can’t know how much of mess this all is. Hauling the old vacuum from its cupboard I spot the carefully wrapped remnants of the housewarming gift. I plonk the vacuum down on the kitchen floor and inspect the remains.

Looking at it now I see I could glue it back together. To be honest I always thought it was an ugly vase, something outdated and a bit of an eyesore. For some reason that why I liked it so much. It used to sit in the kitchen when my Mum had owned it. She joked that one day I could give it to my daughter so the ugly vase could live with someone else. Large shards of china scattered on the kitchen counter. Last night it seemed like such a big deal but looking at it now, slightly hungover, I see it as more of a nuisance. Just as I go to brush it into the bin the door opens. Turning I see Fred slumping in through the doorway. Wearing mismatching shoes and my old PE jumper which just hit his midriff and the arms barely grazing his forearm. He looked ridiculous. The closer he got I saw he was wearing his painting joggers riddled with holes and splashes of colours. In his hand a large bag and on his face utter embarrassment and shame.

I couldn’t help but smile at him. Partly at the thought of him leaving the house like this but also because as annoyed as I was right now, I can’t think of one reason to stay angry at him. Manoeuvring himself around the dining table he carefully emptied his bag. Carpet cleaner, wood polish, disinfectant and a myriad of cleaning supplies. Then he brings something out with such caution I too find myself hoping it doesn’t break.

“I know it’s not the same as the one your mum gave you. But -“ he paused to look at me, saying my name softly, “I thought maybe I could give you a housewarming gift.” He smiled crookedly.

“Fred we’ve lived here for almost -“ I protested.

“Not the point love I’m clearly trying to do something sentimental. To make up for being a massive twat.” He laughed, “So, where was I before you so impatiently interrupted. I thought I’d get you a housewarming gift. I didn’t have time to wrap it, but the man was nice enough to wrap it in paper for me.” Like it was as breakable as an egg he handed it too me.

Laughing at him I began to unwrap it, noting the st peters hospice receipt hanging out of the bag. In my hand was the ugliest of ugly vases. Too many colours and a garish pattern. Something that would look entirely out of place in the bungalow. My heart swelled. I looked up at Fred and I knew that this man is everything I ever wanted. Despite how annoying he can be. I felt a blush creep up my neck. Like it did when he first asked me out, when he first kissed me and when he asked me to be his girlfriend. Even after all these years he could still make me blush. Something I found awfully embarrassing, but I could see Freddie’s face soften. His hand brushes the tangled hair out of my face.

“It’s perfect.” I say in a low whisper placing it down carefully. Then I turn to put the old vase in the bin. A small laugh escaping my lips as I turn to look at him again with that proud look on his face.

“Fred you know we have all most of this cleaning stuff in the cupboard, right?”

“Well yeah,” he squirms because he doesn’t know we do, “but you can never have too many, right?” he chuckles, “Now, do you want breakfast before we tidy up or lunch after we’ve finished? My treat. We can go anywhere you want.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist placing kisses along my jaw and neck.

I hum, “You know all the right words don’t you Freddie.”

“I do, did you see what I wrote on the bottom of the pot?” He asked. Causing me to giggle again. With two hand he took the vase and turned it so we could see the bottom. Where he had written our initials like two teenagers branding a tree. Under the initials he had scrawled 4 EVA. This time his grin was small and sweet. A smile he only shared with me. I placed my hand over his and put the vase down. We were just stood there holding hands and gazing at each other. Now both of us were blushing. Was he asking without really asking? Because he didn’t really need to ask. I couldn’t picture my life without this man. Or without his chaotic family.

“Love you Freddie.” I say in a hushed tone.

“Love you too.” He says. Just as we edge closer noses brushing the door swings open again. Where all his brothers and Ginny stand with even more cleaning equipment. “Oh yeah, I called in some back up.” He grinned.

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George reader insert modern au. Basically George has been your barista for months and you bump into him at the club but something gets in the way. Word count: 2533

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“Admit it! You’re in love,” Lavender extended the vowels like chewing gum, “don’t look at me like that! You haven’t stopped talking about him all week!” She buzzed with excitement, that finally her loveless roommate had a crush. She could barely contain the gasp that too anyone else would seem completely over dramatic but for Lavender this was tame. She eyed me knowingly as she reapplied her burgundy lipstick. Just as I was about to break and admit my crush Luna floated in draping her paper white arms delicately over Lavenders deep brown exposed shoulders. Luna planted a kiss on her cheek leaving a shiny residue of her sparkling lip gloss and then she gave me one to. In her hand she had a large glass of shimmering champagne that she somehow managed not to spill a drop of.

“What’s the crack girls?” She asked looking at Lavender. All Lavender gave her was a look. Unsurprisingly that was all it took. A wild grin grew on her face. The excitement of love! They would say and start giggling. I loved all of it really, but I had to keep my cool.

“I have absolutely no idea what she’s told you Luna but it’s not true! You know what she’s like,” I side eye Lavender who had resumed her knowing look, “I don’t even know the guys name! Yes, he gave me a free coffee one time but that was it! A gesture of goodwill, please can we drop it.” I plead dramatically.

“A free coffee! When’s the wedding?” Luna started.

“I was thinking a winter wedding.” Lavender finished.

My cheeks were burning, and I couldn’t stop myself from throwing my head into my hands. Shaking my head. God why are feelings so embarrassing.

“Right young lady,” Lavender said sternly, “I can’t have you feeling sorry for yourself. We are going out and we are going to have fun. So, for the moment you’re just going to have to get over the mortifying ordeal of feeling fuzzy feelings for someone you barely know! Here take this.” Lavender hands me a plastic shot glass of a green liquid that smelt like apple. I peered up and looked at my friends. A smile gave me away and then we drank.

We had made it from the flat, to the pub and now we were in line for the club. All of us dressed up and feeling very much like the most beautiful, funny, intelligent and wonderful people to ever grace the earth. Luna brought along some old school friends who had names I probably had been told but I was shooting blanks. She had her arm slung around the waist of a strong looking girl, face splattered with freckles and fiery ginger hair. Nattering with Lavender a girl with wild curly hair and hands somehow still covered in ink. We weren’t too far from being let in, each of us clinging to our ID’s and laughing about something stupid that happened earlier in the night. I kept fidgeting. Looking around and chewing on my fingernail.

“What’s up your arse?” The ginger girl asked me.

“Oh, she’s just in love.” Lavender said stretching the vowels a little further this time.

I slapped her bare arm, shooting her a look that I hoped would put this conversation to bed. She was about to open her mouth again.

“If you drop this conversation right now and for the rest of the night, I will buy everyone a shot.” They considered it and then all of them nodded and quickly changed the subject.

“Ginny why are you complaining?” I heard Luna whine.

“Because my brothers are out tonight and I’m pretty sure they’re already in the club.” She stamped her foot like a younger sibling does. I had to stifle my laugh because I could see my younger sister doing the same thing.

When we got inside, we weren’t cold and shivering anymore. The air was thick and the wooden floor disgustingly sticking. The girl with the large hair whose name I learned (Hermione) checks in her wool coat and Ginny’s denim jacket.

I make a bee line to the long bar that stands away from the crowded dance floor. The line was almost too long for me to care but I did promise shots and I am a girl of my word. I was quickly wishing I were more covered up. All the crowds pushing and shoving me. Being jabbed by sequins and zips. Not incredibly fun.

I found myself pushed up against someone much taller than me. Wearing faded jeans and a strange graphic t shirt. That’s all I could see from my restricted viewpoint. But then he looks down at me. A face full of freckles and orange hair illuminated by the changing lights. My barista. His brown eyes look down at me and I almost expect him to recognise me, but he doesn’t. His smile is wrong, not enough teeth and he’s missing a dimple. Not my barista. My face must show my disappointment because he starts to stay something. Which I can’t hear so he leans down. Hot breathe on my already sweaty neck.

“Don’t look so disappointed love, you aren’t my type either.” He chuckles. Then I look at him and feel the urge to explain. So, I plant a hand on his neck that must still be cold because he shivers and I talk in his ear.

“Sorry, you look like someone I know. But you aren’t the right one.” I say shrugging. Before he can respond I’m called forward to the front of the line. I’ve upped my order to two shots a person. They give me a silly circular tray that I am determined to defend. When I reach my friends, I have successfully kept everything together.

A chorus of yay and yeahs squeal over the thudding music. The shots are gone before I know it and Hermione only took one, so I have her other one and I’m ready to dance. That’s when I see the guy who’s not my barista again, it seems like he’s about to approach me until he looks beyond me and I can’t help but turn to see at who he’s poking his tongue out. He must be Ginny’s brother. He decides that whatever he was going say is worth it because he saunters over. Definitely not my barista. A wild look in his eyes and a wide grin.

“Hello again love.” He mouths. “I think you might know my brother.” He says. “Do you go to his coffee shop?” He asks. I nod. Then somehow his grin grows wider. Before I could ask if his brother is here, he disappears into the crowd dancing. I shake it off because I’m here to dance. I take Lavender by the hand and spin her around. We dance like an old married couple in a kitchen singing songs to each other. I’m having fun and I feel light. Someone catches Lavenders eye, and she sways over to them. She is going to have a fun night.

So, I go to dance with Luna, but I see that her and Ginny are closer than I knew so I decide to let them have their fun. I notice Hermione having fun and I decide to join her. We jump around in a circle and laugh together. She says she’s spotted her boyfriend and they need to have a conversation. I follow her eyeline to see someone who looks like Ginny and my barista. How many of them are there? I shrug again. Must be time for another drink. This time at the bar I see my barista. Black jeans instead of blue and a mustard colour crew neck. I look up at him to see if he sees me too. He’s not but his face is flushed pink and he’s chewing on his lip like his life depends on it. Why didn’t I read his name tag? I’m in that coffee shop every morning and evening why haven’t I learned his name? He quickly looks down at me like he’s checking I’m looking at him. Now the pink is a little darker. He looks down at me now smiling. That’s my barista. All teeth and a single dimple that casts a little shadow on his face. Now my cheeks are burning red. It’s my turn to look away. He bumps into me purposely and I look up at him. He bends down slightly to talk into my ear. The hair stands up on the back of my neck.

“Caramel latte with almond milk, right?” He asks, he voice deep and struggling to be heard over the music. It’s my turn to talk in her ear. I place my hand on his neck to steady myself.

“And you’re my barista.” I say.

He pulls away to look at me but keeps my hand there. He asks, “Your barista?”

I take a shaky breath in deciding how to play this. I’ll be someone I never am, someone who says what she means.

I tilt my head, “Yes. My barista.” He chokes on something and coughs a little.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks but he doesn’t wait for me to answer. He orders me a drink and leads me to smoking area where we share one chair. It’s still cold outside and my body heat seems to be running out of me. He drapes his arm around my shoulder rubbing his red hands up and down my arm. I turn to look at him and I realise I’m basically sat in his lap. I look up and we’re basically nose to nose. Looking away I down my drink which makes him laugh. A low rumble that I can feel in his chest.

“So do I get to know you name?” I ask.

“George.” He smiles at me, the light from the club dancing over his face. I go to ask if he needs mine but then he says it. As though he’s been waiting to say for months. It makes me blush like he said something inappropriate. It sounded like he did. So, I begin to question if it was my name he said.

“You know my name?” I ask a little breathless and beginning to feel the heat re-enter my body.

“Of course,” he brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes, “prettiest girl to come into the shop and the best tipper I’ve noticed. My brother said he ran into you at the bar. He sent me there to wait for you. I was beginning to feel a little ridiculous. Until I saw you staring at me.” He laughs quietly like we’re alone.

“I was making sure it was you.” I say in a hushed tone reserved for museums.

“How’d you know?” He asks edging closer so our noses bump.

“Well you’re the prettiest barista in town. Your brother doesn’t compare.” I say. Just as I feel us edging closer and his lips brushing mine someone clears their throat in front of us. I slump my head onto his shoulder and George looks at the person.

“What Gin?” He asks in a huff.

“There’s a girl emergency and she is needed.” Ginny says strongly like she’s asking for her toys back. George groans like he’s not done with me. I sigh because I know I’m needed but I’m also not finished with him.

“I have to go. If I don’t see you tonight, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I say kissing his cheek and push his hair out of his eyes.

“I hope you know you don’t have to pay for coffee anymore.” He shouts after me.

After finding Lavender weeping in the toilets I do my best to carry her back to our flat. Where I take her makeup off, brush her teeth and carry her to bed.

“Night Lav.” She whines in response. I switch off her light and close the door.

I wake up before Lavender and as I wander out the door in clothes, I’ve thrown on I see the rest of the girls laying across the sofa and the floor. The plan is to get everyone coffee. I don’t expect to see George in the shop but he’s not working. He’s in the queue looking as bad as I feel. When he sees me, he flushes red and doesn’t know where to look. Suddenly I feel just as shy, but I go next to him anyway. He looks down at me and then wraps an arm around me and kisses the top of my head.

“What are we getting?” He asks.

He pays for the drinks and brings them back to the flat me, not letting go of my hand as we walk. Ginny groans when she sees her brother causing Lavender to peak out of her door wrapped up in her duvet.

I give everyone their orders and make toast for them all. George and I laugh when Luna makes a quick exit to the bathroom. I cover his ears and he cover’s mine. So we don’t hear her bring up last night in the toilet. Slowly all the girls shower and collect their stuff to begin the walk home. Lavender manages to cry through the full story of what happened last night, blowing her nose dramatically as she does. I rub her leg and tell her men are stupid. George agrees making us another hot drink.

Lavender’s phone rings and she scurries back to her room. For the second time in twenty-four hours me and George and alone together again. Standing in the kitchen. Closer than you would stand to a friend. I don’t know what to say. So, I just look at him. He looks at me. I hug him, holding him close. Close enough to smell the coffee beans and to feel his heart racing. The TV still on the music channel begins to play a mushy love song I never learned. I move my arm to rest on his lower back and take his hand with the other. We sway in the small poorly lit kitchen. Laughing as we stand on each other’s feet. Still we dance together in the kitchen like an old married couple. Until the song changes to something I didn’t know you could slow dance to.

The TV goes on standby and now we’re just holding each other in the kitchen. His hand brushes through my knotted hair which makes us laugh. I rest my hand on his neck which makes his face soften. He says my name again like a wish I know will come true. I wait for him to kiss me or to say something to acknowledge how strangely familiar this all feels. Then his phone dings. He groans again. Cursing under his breath.

“It’s Fred, Mum’s expecting me for dinner.” He looks at me with pained eyes, “I have to go.” I whine. This time Fred kisses me delicately like he knows if he kissed me harder, he wouldn’t be able to leave. I give him my number before he leaves, promising that next time we won’t get interrupted.

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Hot Chocolate

Here is a cute Remus reader insert. Sorry if there are any mistakes and that it ends a little abruptly. But basically it’s an au where you and Remus went to school together and you bump into each other twice. word count: 2638

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I’ve never been in a relationship. I point blank don’t like vulnerability and not being in control. I never go on dates with people I like. I don’t actually think I’ve ever fancied someone enough to want to know them. Or to get close enough to them to get hurt.

That was until I saw him. All golden and bright. When we first met properly, I remember his ears went pink when I bumped into him. I could not understand why because he steadied me and prevented me from falling on my face. Something I thanked him for with a cup of coffee and a box of chocolates. I knew I recognised him. Which was perhaps why I was so bold in insisting on repaying him. It wasn’t in his face which had become stronger and more defined since last I saw him. It was his kind nature and in the way he spoke. Soft and smooth like a cup of hot chocolate.

“I’m sure I know you.” I said, attempting to be heard in the bustle of the crowded café.

“I feel the same, I’m Remus maybe we went to school together or something.” He said gently placing his mug down but still managing to spill some on the saucer.

“Yes! That’s it we were at secondary school together; I think you were in my English class. You sat with that loud group of boys who really pissed off our teacher.” I said loud and thankful that I wasn’t going insane.

“Oh, good old Minnie, you know Sirius is still in touch with her.” He said giggling.

“In some strange way that makes so much sense.” I said reaching for my cup laughing.

We sat in that small golden café until they closed. Something neither of us had intended to do. Remus asked if he could walk me home because it was getting dark too early for his liking these days. There was something in the way he asked as though he’d been waiting to ask since he stabled me. Or maybe the way he said my name in such a way I felt a blush creeping up my neck. Eyes wide and a smile breaking it’s way onto my face I accepted.

“It’s not too far from here don’t worry I won’t keep you for long.” I said with a look that suggested I wanted to keep him. Ridiculous I know considering we’d spent a few hours together and here I was wishing he’d ask if he could come in. The walk to my small flat above a corner shop wasn’t long enough for my liking. Although the walk was nice, we’d bumped into each other and exchanged small smiles that lit something in me. Like I’d just drank whiskey.

“I suppose this is goodbye for now,” he said followed with my name again, “I hope to see you again soon.” A smile broke out on his face that made its way to mine. Grinning at each other like idiots I kissed his cheek and said I wished the same. He looked at me intensely like all day long he’d been trying to not really see me. Hazel eyes that now I couldn’t make myself look away from even if I tried. But why would I want to look away. So, we stood together in the doorway to my flat taking each other in. The air changed and it felt thick and warm. This closeness, the smell of coffee and chocolate, his entire being. I felt drunk. Until my flatmate opened the door. Walking between us, she kissed my cheek said she was going to meet her girlfriend and just like that the spell was broken.

“I do hope to see you again Remus.” I said touching his elbow. A smile that told me I would see him.

Predictably I dreamt of him. He was golden. A halo ordained by the winter sun. Truly magnificent. I’m not even sure what happened in the dream just that he was there. Standing tall and smiling at me.

Two weeks went by until I saw him next. Completely by accident. This time it was my chance to stop you from falling.

Me and Marlene stopped by the local for a drink. Marlene and her girlfriend were in an argument and history told us this was the way to get her mind off it. Sitting at our usual booth I was on a mission to buy as many of the rounds that night as I could. So far, I had gotten three rounds of cider and I was working on getting the fourth. Before I spotted Remus I saw the boys from my year 9 English class who were no longer boys. James had a mop of curls that flicked around his neck and ears pushed away from his strong face which his glasses took up most of. Sirius almost as tall as Remus but not quite. His hair much longer than before which was pulled back, so his face took centre stage. Much angular than before but his eyes were as piercing as ever. Then Peter, who hadn’t grown much. His blonde hair once straggly and poorly cut now shaved close to his scalp. Still a little chubbier than the rest but now it filled his face well and he seemed surer in himself. All of them laughing. They were always laughing. As I approached the part of the bar, they were stood around Remus began walking backward as though animatedly telling a story. All his friends wide eyed knowing what was about to happen but offering Remus no warning. His foot caught on the carpet that started a few meters away from where his friends were stood. Just as he was about to fall back, I stopped him. Grabbing his arm and stabilising him causing his friends to laugh even harder. James and Sirius doubled over having to hold each other up and Peter threw his head back laughing manically as he did.

This time it wasn’t just his ears that turned pink, but his entire face turned beet red. Stumbling over his words shooting murderous looks at his friends and a soft apologetic look to me. I’m not sure he even recognised me at first. But when he did it seemed like he was confused asking himself: does it being them make it worse or better? The boys answer that question for him when they addressed me by name. Which is funny because I’m not sure they ever learned it in school.  

Looking shyly down at me Remus said my name with a smile. Ruffling his hair and shoving his hands into his pocket all fidgeting and nervous. “I think now I owe you a drink.” He said with a lopsided grin.

“How about we call it even.” I say to him feeling a little embarrassed myself though I didn’t know why. I got the attention from the barman and order for me and Marlene completely intending to leave the group alone and return to my booth. But James attempted to drag me into the conversation.

“Remi here was just telling us about his date he had last week.” He said before taking a swig of his drink.

“Yeah apparently Remi here is in love. Though whenever anyone says they’re in love with someone other than me I’m always sceptical.” Sirius joked.

Remus stayed red and stumbled over his words, “I didn’t say I was in love.” He says to me in a way that suggested he thinks that bothers me. Which it does but I won’t tell him that.

“Well do invite me to the wedding Remus. Sorry boys but I have a friend to get back to. Have a nice night.” I say as I sway back to my table simmering with hot vile jealously. I put the drinks down with a little force causing a spill that I mop with my sleeve leaving it sodden and stinking of cider.

“What was that all about?” Marlene ask peering at me over her drink.

“Oh, just some idiots I went to school with. Nothing important.” I say downing my pint.

“Oh, okay I sure do believe that” she says sarcastically then her face changes, “wait, isn’t that the guy who walked you home?” She asked like she already knows the answer. Then she puts the drink down and stares at me like a mother about to scold her child. “Is that why you haven’t brought anyone home these past weeks. Jesus, I thought you were a found again virgin or some shit. Now I know you’re just hung up on some guy I feel a lot better.” I lightly whack her arm.

“I didn’t bring anyone home for two weeks I think born again virgin is a bit of stretch don’t you Mar.” I whack her arm again for good measure. “And he’s not the reason I just haven’t been into anyone recently and the date I went on last week with that weirdo Lucien or whatever his name was, was awful because he was a raging tory not because of some old school friend I ran into.”  I say with a little bit too much annoyance because I know that she is a little right but who cares.

“Someone’s a little defensive.”

“Well someone else is being a little- “

“Sorry to interrupt.” I hear him say. Marlene and I snap our heads at him because we love a good drunk argument to get it out of our system. There Remus stands with two ciders in his hands and rosy cheeks, smiling widely at us. Completely unaware of what we were arguing about.

“Don’t apologise,” Marlene says changing her tone, “we were just chatting, talking, you know conversating.” She smiles like she thinks she’s gotten away with something.

“Oh right, um I brought over these because your friend here stopped me from falling on my arse in a very crowded room, so I decided I owed her a drink.” He says placing them down on the table.

“Oh, so this one isn’t for me.” Marlene says pouting as if she hasn’t got half a pint in front of her (that she didn’t even pay for)

“It can be, if you want but I was wondering if um,” he said my name again and it regrettably still made something glow inside me, “you wanted to go and have a bit of a chat.” He looked at me with big soft eyes and an even sloppier smile.

Is this the version of Remus I want to talk to? I ask myself. Is this weirdly jealous and angry version of me who he really wants to talk to? Before I have a chance to answer Marlene decides for me.

“Yeah actually I have to go,” she says hastily grabbing her stuff, “Dorcas just texted me, I have to go now.” She says kissing my head and I see her sly grin as she leaves.

“Well I suppose we don’t have to go anywhere for that chat a seat just opened up.” I smile at him sliding one drink to me and the other to the space next to me. He sits down and shuffles along to sit beside me knocking knees as he does. He gets comfortable in the seat taking off his dark denim jacket and takes a sip of his drink. As he puts it down, he spills a bit and wipes it up with the beige sleeve of his jumper.

“So, did seeing the boys make you realise that we’re even louder than you remember?” He says nervously looking over at them. They were looking back until I too stared and suddenly they were extremely interested in James shoe.

“Yes actually. I am a little shocked they even know who I am. Beside the point though it seems like you’re always having fun which is nice.” I say eyes still trained on them. A girl around my age approaches them, tall and radiant. Her auburn hair twisted up on the top of her head, she looked like she’d just come back from work. She kissed James on the top of his head. He looked up at her with big warm gooey eyes and kissed her cheek. A moment so tender and intimate I want to look away.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” I ask intending to be told who James beautiful girlfriend is.

“There is no lucky girl those gits were just trying to wind me up.” Before I can interrupt he continues, “They knew that the girl I was talking about was you and they knew your name because I used to have the biggest crush on you in school,” he stop momentarily to rehydrate, “So much so they were sick to death of me talking about it which is why they were such a pain in English. I didn’t say I was in love you by the way I just said that I couldn’t stop thinking about you and was beating myself up because I cannot believe I left without asking for your number or without kissing you. I mean I truly am the biggest moron I know. Although sometime in school I probably did say I loved you. I was a little dramatic back then. Evidently not much has changed.” He looks at me with half lidded eyes. We stare at each other for a while because I’m not sure he knows what he’s said. I see him slowly figure it out because his eyes widen and suddenly looks entirely sober. “Oh god.” Is all he says as though he’s about to rest his head in his hands. I intend to show that I feel the same by taking his scarred rough hands in mine, but he’s obviously committed to throwing his head in his hands because his head hits the sticky table.

“Remus.” I say all high pitched and concerned. Then his friends follow it with a chorus of laughter.

“Oh god.” He says again.

“Come with me.” I say taking his coat and his hand.  A chorus of high pitched ‘oohs’ follow from his friends.

I lead him to my flat knowing Marlene will be MIA for a few days. I turn on the lamp and Remus looked like he wanted to curl up into a ball and be forgotten by the world hunched over on the patch work sofa. Still dramatic.

“Remus,” I say sitting next to him on the old sofa, “look at me you idiot.” He swings his head up but his eyes are closed and his hands covering most of his face.

“I don’t want to.” He says grumpily.

“Look at me,” I say taking his hands in mine noticing a small cut on his head, “you got to do most of the talking in there and no offence but if I were to declare my feelings for you I’d rather it not be with your friends eavesdropping.” He groans again. “I did have a really nice time with you, and I did feel jealous when your friends made up that girl. I really want to be a hopeless romantic, but we don’t really know each other. I did have fun with you, and I would go out with you again. But next time please ask for my number because this is rather dramatic.” I say smoothing his hair and holding his cheek in my hand.

Remus looks at me with big eyes warm and gooey like James. A smile playing on his lips like I somehow said the right thing. Then he says my name again. Smooth like hot chocolate. “Can I have your number?”

“Of course.” I say and smile playing on my lips. Then he leans in and kisses me softly like a whisper.

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Look At Me

This is a Sirius x Reader piece I wrote. The summary is you’re in love with him (obvs) and you’re out drinking together. You’ll have to read it if you want to know more because I don’t know how to do summaries! Word count: 1846

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Sometimes when I look at Sirius, I try to read his mind. Tonight, in the local muggle pub I sip my rum and coke staring as inconspicuously as I can at him. I think I’ll finally do it. The rest of the gang are distracted in their own little worlds. Perfect for me, I think I’ve finally cracked it. He stands on the outside of a conversation, eyes glistening. I sip my drink, look up and see him unexpectedly looking back. I am afraid if I blink, I might miss it. The look of yearning on his face. It brings out this urge in me to hold him. To wrap him up in my arms and never let him go. But I do not blink, and I look a little closer, my mind begins to wander is it me he is yearning for. I know that I want him in every meaning of the word. Does he feel the same for me? I look away from him and I notice a girl our age behind me with raven hair and crimson lipstick that elicits a poisonous envy within me. This goddess come to life has poise and mystery, she is elegant and distant. All in the unknown, I tell myself. That is why I hate horror films. All the suspense and all that you do not see is what makes itself horror. Right now, that is how I see her, as a beautiful horror. Something I cannot take my eyes off. She is everything I wish I were and part of me knows I too would jump, eyes closed, at the opportunity to be with her just once. Is that what he longs for? Mystery and darkness. All the things you could imagine and things you would not dare wish for. 

I look back at him. All of him. His icy eyes that I always saw more as the sky on a sunny day but now I see them how she would. He too is mysterious. Leather clad and brooding. Tattoos disappearing under sleeves you cannot help but want to trace. His inky hair that falls guiltily over his face like he is already broken your heart. I know he will. I know I will let him. Is it me your looking for? I want to ask. Am I all mystery and elegance? No, I do not think I am. I am the familiar option. I am warm sand after an icy cold swim. I have my own good qualities. I know this but I do not know if this will be enough. This time I look at James, Remus and Peter. They are not looking at me. James holding his heavy head up sloppily with his toned arm gazes all wide eyed and wishful at Lily. Who laughs with a stranger at the bar. Brushing her auburn locks over her shoulder. James’ sighs so cartoon like I must stop myself from laughing. Then I move to Remus who picks at the sleeve of his knitted jumper while talking animatedly to a small chubby girl about some muggle literature. She seems to be having fun as she softly hits his arm. Peter is chatting quietly to two tall men who have such dark circles under their eyes I feel the need to tell them to rest. I take a longer look at Peter who is chewing at his lip. He is a little drunker than the rest and I see his face go red. He tells a joke, and the tall men laugh, it softens their faces, and they do not seem as tired. My eyes make their way back to Sirius who seems to be talking to me. His pale cheeks reddening as he notices I have not been paying attention. “What?” I mouth to him taking the last mouthful of my drink. “I said are you hungry?” He chuckles pushing himself round the table, so he is standing beside me. I forget how familiar he is to me. He is so inviting I feel something tug inside me. As if something is saying you love him for Christ sake just tell him! But the timing is not right! I snipe back to myself. It never will be. That is my plan. To never tell him because how could I ruin something so precious to me? I hold him so closely in my heart I could not live with myself if I ruined this. “Hello oh.” He says with that grin growing. He shakes my shoulders as if to wake me up. “Um, isn’t a little early for that?” I say. “I know you Love, you’re always hungry at pre drinks and I cannot listen to you talk about pizza while dancing to the muggle music one more time! So, I figure I feed you now and then if you’re still hungry later we can share a kebab or something?” He says absentmindedly twirling a stray piece of my hair. The heat rises from my neck threatening to give me away. I clear my throat. ���Are you sure? I know how important it is to solidify the lady friend for the evening early on so you get the prettiest one and you can tell in here because it’s well lit.” I say a little sourer than intended. “Who says that’s not what I’m doing?” He retorts shifting his weight. “Are you trying to bed me by offering me takeaway?” I ask amused. “I wouldn’t have worded it like that because now you sound like a prostitute who gets paid in food.” “You never know, it sounds like a solid business plan to me.” I laugh. Then Sirius laughs with me. We leave the pub arms intertwined wandering toward the pizza place down the road. It’s gotten colder since we arrived in the crowded pub and now, I am wondering why I didn’t bring a coat. I look up at Sirius with a wide grin because this is my favourite part of the night and now, I have been promised it twice. Not the food, but this little walk to the takeaway. Where we giggle and bump into each other. It feels so intimate despite the crowds of drunks. “What are we getting Love?” He asks stuffing his hands into his pocket and bringing out a twenty-pound note. “I was thinking something spicy but put your money away I’ve got this one.” I insist attempting to push myself into the small takeaway. But he stops me and before I know it, he is in there and he is ordering then he pays and tips the guys generously. He pops outside. Leaning against the window he smugly grins at me as though he has bested me. Which is ridiculous but I cannot stop myself from going into the takeaway and ordering something myself and matching his tip. He clearly protests shaking his head with feigned annoyance. He turns his head away, but I see him laughing. “Let’s go.” He laughs taking our orders from the ledge and wandering back to the pub. “Did you see who Remi was talking to?” I say chewing on the crust of the pizza. “Yeah, I think they work together at the book shop. He fancies her. Obviously.” “She definitely likes him.” “How can you tell?” He asks with genuine curiosity as he takes a large bite of my cheesy chips. “It’s all in the eyes Sirius. Her entire face softened when she looked at him. Like he was a puppy she had seen after the worst day of her life.” I ask batting his hand away so I too can fill my mouth with cheesy chips. “So, what do you see in my eyes when I look at you?” He asks and I’m not sure if he’s teasing me. I know that I do not want to play this game. It will end up with me in tears and him leaving with someone else. Sensing the shift in my attitude he stops and turns to me. He takes the food boxes and leans them on a nearby bench before turning his body to me and looking at me. Really looking at me. “I’m not messing around Love. What do you see when I look at you?” He says softly as though he is afraid, afraid that I will break. For a moment we stand there in the golden light from the lamppost. Just the two of us there like a painting. A moment in time where the silence is deafening. I look at him like I did in the pub and I am confused. He has got that same look on his face. Soft and forgiving. His big grey eyes warm and loving. I suddenly feel so stupid. So blind and ridiculous. “I see love. I see warmth and forgiveness. Something else that I can’t quite place.” I whisper. It feels more like a prayer. Wishing on a shooting star or a coin thrown into a fountain. Something I have thrown away without thought. Without thinking what it really means if he feels the same. What happens after the happy ending? Where we end up. How it really feels to be loved. If I could throw myself away with a coin. I look up and I see he is still looking at me. Suddenly I feel very shy. I feel naked and wounded. I did not just tell him what I saw I told him what I wanted to see in him. Revealing much more of myself than intended. So, I ask him “What do you see?” in a small breathless voice. He drags a hand through his hair and rests his chin on his fist. He focuses and in such a comical manner I cannot help but smile because suddenly this all feels so silly. So childish. I keep looking at him and see a small scar above his brow. Something he probably got from childhood and I think about everything I do about him. If it’s enough. I think about how he used to help the younger students who were being bullied. How he’d bring Remus chocolate when he was down. Or how he always gives money to the homeless or the charity people on the street. He was hopeless at cooking but would always make sure the boys had a home cooked meal to come back to when they lived in that tiny flat together. Under all the flirting and joking Sirius is the kindest most giving person I have ever known. Suddenly I feel like I could cry because has anyone ever shown him the same kindest. Has anyone ever looked after him? “Why do you look so sad?” He asks with a strange look on his face. “Because I just realised that I want to look after you Sirius. If you’ll let me.” I say taking his large hand in mine. I see his face change. As though that was the last thing, he thought I’d say. “Alright Love,” He says, “I think I’d like that.”

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