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pockets-full-of-roses-writing · 2 months

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Can’t Talk Right Now — Babysitting

brief summary: tom riddle wants to be in your presence. you have babysitting duties. he forces you to bring him along. wonder how that'll go..

[(very changed) tom riddle x reader; little to no use of y/n]

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Tom Riddle is, at most, the coldest Slytherin you've ever met. He was the House itself. He wore his uniform with pride and passion, striding down the halls in his silver Prefect badge. His favorite part was patrolling down the halls and scolding the younger years. He loved it.

Riddle was very talented with his studies, too. He'd spend every waking moment either in the Library, in his classes, the Great Hall, or his dorm and he'd study. Top marks were all his papers read.

In fact, that's exactly how he met you. Rather, how you met him.

You were perfect. Good grades, a high average, and a good grasp on your subjects. So when you began getting confused in class, you knew you needed a quick solution.

You sought out Tom's help. He, at first, shot you down immediately. He saw you as a lower class. He barely knew you as it was so he didn't know exactly why he wanted to turn you down. After seeing your eyes and your pleading gaze, he gave in.

The two of you were study buddies, until he realized he liked your presence a lot more than he should. So? He quite literally obsessed over you. Spent his time (instead of studying his classes) studying you. He quickly learned all your habits and interests, using that too woo you.

Let's be honest. When a conventionally attractive man likes all the things you do and is wiling to talk about it, it's pretty hard to say no. The two of you have been dating ever since.

Your current dilemma? His constant urge to be by your side. At first, you loved it. Now, you still love it, but its a lot to handle. Especially when you took on the responsibility of babysitting.

"Why can't someone else watch their kids? Why do you have to go?"

"Tom, we've been over this. I'm doing it for my great aunt, she needs it."

"That old hag can call another babysitter. Love, c'mon, just cancel it. Please?"

You gave him a look, nudging his leg with your own. Tom Riddle, the coldest boy known in Hogwarts, was clinging to you like a child. He demanded you cuddle with him before you had to watch your baby cousin.

She was getting older and older. Soon you couldn't even call her a baby.

“Don’t call her that! It’s just three hours, darling. I’m sure you can wait that long for me?”

Tom huffed, crossing his arms. He withdrew his grip on you, pouting childishly.

“Tom!”

He glanced at you, then tilted his head upward. He looked rather posh now, something he had mastered over the years.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him to your chest. Sighing, you found a solution. It was a horrible idea, for Tom hated babies.

“Will you stop sulking if I let you come with me?”

Tom grimaced.

“That’s the only way you’ll get to be near me. Just saying~”

He now pondered the thought. He knew that you would never let him go. Especially if there were children around. There was no telling what he’d do. He could seriously teach this kids some bad things.

“Fine,” he hissed, pulling you into his embrace again.

He kissed the top of your head, a slight smile tugging his lips. “You’re lucky I love you, y’know.”

Around 7:30 PM, the two of you politely knocked on your great aunt’s door. To your forceful request, he wore something comfortable and pleasing to the eye. He wore a bright yellow shirt with his choice of black pants. You wanted your baby cousin to feel comfortable around him, not be scared.

Rapid footsteps approached the door. “Who is it?” your great aunt’s voice came from the door.

“Your babysitters for the night!” you called back, smiling at the peephole. There was a sound of locks turning before the door creaked open.

“Oh! Dearie! Thank you so much for- Who’s this fine gentleman?”

Her gaze scanned over your boyfriend, looking at him as if he were a threat.

“This is Tom! He’ll be helping me out with Eliana.”

She kept her eye on him, “Alright then.”

She smiled sweetly over to you, motioning for the both of you to step inside. The house was a mess; toys littered everywhere, stains on all the blankets, and the sound of a baby crying.

“I’ll be back around eleven. Dinners thawing out for you and your.. er.. boyfriend. You know what she likes,” your great aunt smiled tiredly, grabbing her keys and her bag. “Ciao! See you later, loves!”

The door slammed and locked, leaving Tom and you with the messy home. You turned to your boyfriend.

“I’ll get El, can you try to clean this up?”

He nodded, the two of you going to your respective places.

Your baby cousin was adorable, but problematic. She didn’t like the dinner your great aunt had left, demanding dinosaur nuggets. You tried calming her down, but she was so persistent.

Eliana was afraid of your boyfriend, too. Every time she saw him lurking, she was burst into tears. Tom didn’t know whether to rock her or slap her. Of course, you stepped in to make her happy again.

Tom had taken the duty of getting and making things, the home of her great aunt’s already looking spectacular.

“El, honey, do you want sauce with it?”

“Noo~”

“Okay, okay. Just give Tom five more minutes.”

“He’s- he’s taking soooooo long!”

“Honey, patience.”

Tom stifled a scoff, clearing his throat instead. You shot him a look. You, out of all people, knew what that sound meant.

This went on for a while. After dinner, you and Eliana played together. Tom hid himself doing the dishes. Eliana wanted to watch a movie? Tom hastily muttered something about cleaning up.

Your boyfriend was avoiding this adorable child, who was in a way better mood after eating. As soon as Eliana asked to do something she was going to need help with, Tom fled. Oh, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Tom? Love?” you called out, Eliana curiously perking up.

You heard a slight groan, but he answered.

“Yeah?”

“Could you watch Eliana for a bit? I just need to use the bathroom.”

Well, you didn’t have to before. But now you did. This was your way of saying, ‘Your selfish decisions have consequences.’ You smiled mischievously at him, and he knew. He knew what you were doing.

“But-”

“Okay thanks bye!” you quickly yelped, running away. That gave you a laugh from Eliana.

Tom and the young girl stared at each other, the sound of her music faint in the background. Eliana was the first to speak.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Tom.”

“Tom? But that’s not your name.”

Tom quirked a brow. “What’s my name then?”

“Love, obviously.”

She thought his name was love because of you. He smiled, then sat down beside her standing figure.

“Which one do you like best? Tom or Love?”

The small girl thought for a moment, sitting down beside him. “Tom. Love sounds like a dog!”

The two of them laughed and quickly adapted the situation. Tom played with her for about a couple minutes.

Then you came back wearily. “I’m back~!”

The two of them looked up, smiling immediately when they saw you.

It had been a successful plan, you thought, seeing the look in his eyes afterward.

The three of you played till the clock struck 7. Eliana looked down the moment she heard the strikes.

“You know what that means.”

“No!”

“El.”

“No!”

You sighed, looking at her stubbornly. “C’mon.”

Eliana crossed her arms and moved toward Tom. “I want him to help me.”

Tom looked down at the girl in surprise. You looked at your boyfriend proudly. “Sure, show him what you need to do.”

He looked up at you, confused. You just smiled back.

While the two of them left, you tidied the room. Her bed was ready for her, books laid out along her sheets. You laid down in her bed, exhausted.

The little girl ran into her room with a fit of giggles, jumping on top of you. You groaned playfully, holding her in your arms with a grin.

Tom knew, then, that he wanted this life with you. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the two girls that made his day brighter.

“So.. which book is first?”

The three of you went through all ten books, making Eliana laugh and smile. She was very tired afterward, sleepily making you promise that you wouldn’t leave her room.

You smiled, ruffling her hair as her eyes closed. You said nothing in return except, “Good night my darling.”

Pressing a small kiss to her forehead, you climbed out of her room. Tom was laying on the couch, the rooms spotless.

You laid partially on top of him, partially to the side.

“I am exhausted. Do you think she’ll come back any time soon?”

You heard Tom chuckle.

“I hope so. This couch might be my bed in a couple minutes.”

The two of you laid in silence. Then Tom broke it.

“Darling?”

“Mm?”

“.. Do you think we’ll have kids? Like El?”

You smiled, burying your head in his chest.

“I hope so,” your voice came muffled, but he heard it. Then he heard your soft snoring.

He turned the TV volume lower, kissing your head. With a small hopeful smile, he replied softly.

“I hope so too.”

A/N: so sorry this took so long! i was looking for a one-shot just like this but couldn’t find it for the life of me. so i made it myself (i love being a writer)!! hope y’all like it. it’s more on the long side i apologize. so sorry for people who use military time, i’m not quite sure what the time would be for you. (7:30 PM)

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #harry potter microfic #lord voldemort #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #babysitting au #babysitting microfic #babysitting oneshot

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accio-sriracha · 3 months

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In this moment, Remus Lupin was nothing but a man.

As he stared at the scene before him. Harry pointing a wand at his godfather, his father's best friend, Remus' only love.

Twelve years Remus had lived in painful silence.

Twelve years he saw his friends in every animal he passed, every large black dog, every deer, every rat.

Twelve years he saw Sirius in the sky, felt his touch beside empty sheets, saw his eyes in a passing strangers.

Twelve years he'd waited, wondering how long it would take for the memories to fade. For the late nights in the shreiking shack and the early mornings grouped up beside the fire to go away.

They never did.

He remembered everything, every detention, every smile, every laugh, every weekend at hogsmeade and holiday feast. He remembered every tear they shared, every heartbreak, every prank gone wrong and disappointed looks from Minerva McGonagall.

But as he looked into those eyes again, he knew it would take a lot longer than twelve years to shake off this feeling.

It couldn't be him.

So when he disarmed his best friend's only son, he did it out of love he knew he shouldn't feel, trust he knew he shouldn't give. He did it out of hope.

He begged every God he could name he wasn't losing his mind, that it truly was Peter Pettigrew's name he saw on that old map. Because if it was...

"Where is he, Sirius?" He needed to strain to keep his voice from breaking.

A squeak from the corner of the room, Sirius pointed at a rat held in the young Weasley's hands.

Remus couldn't believe it.

Twelve years he'd lived this half-life. Each one more painful than the last.

And though he never lost that feeling that Sirius was innocent, he let the doubt sink in. And for this he would feel eternally guilty.

He reached out a hand to Sirius, hoping he would understand the sorrow in his expression. The apology.

Sirius stood and Remus allowed him to lean heavily onto his arm for support. He was thin, thinner than he should ever be, and even as the air between them shifted to something alive and hopeful, his eyes remained haunted and withdrawn.

Remus couldn't wait a single second longer.

He embraced him. Years of loneliness, of shame and guilt, of grief beyond their years enveloped this hug. Remus wanted to never let go.

But alas, the boy it all began with, their best friend's son, was staring at him like a traitor.

So they had some things to work through, and definitley a lot to explain. But he didn't mind. He would sit through any amount of accusatory staring, any amount of judgement and disbelief, just so long as Sirius could be by his side. Just so long as he knew they were both going to be okay.

And this was the beginning of a new story, their story. Though they'd lost many, and were sure to lose more, Remus would readily die before he let Sirius go again.

#marauders #marauders era #harry potter #marauders headcanon #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar headcanon #remus x sirius #wolfstar microfic #harry potter microfic

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microficmay · 25 days

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Microfic May 2024

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sailtomarina · 2 months

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cw: masturbation

Her face still hot from the embarrassment of George’s knowing smile and her rush to get home, Hermione leaned against the door, a parcel clutched tightly to her chest. Of all days to go to WWW, she just had to pick the day the owner himself manned the till.

It had only been a few days since Draco’s work trip. She thought she could last the week without him, but last night had proved her wrong. Now here she was, the Magnificent Metacockus purchased and her still-unmade bed waiting for her return.

Hermione’s fingers shook as she removed the toy from its packaging. Bright teal green, the surface soft to the touch. Countless forms, functions, and speeds. Promised orgasms. The Metacockus transformed at the will of the user into any shape desired (100% satisfaction guaranteed).

She stretched across her mussed sheets pretending it was his tongue teasing her nipple, his confident fingers rubbing circles around her clit. Imitation-Draco slid in deep without issue and began thrusting and twisting in a mind-melting rhythm that had her on the edge within seconds.

“Oh, oh! Ahh!”

Chance of leaving her room for the rest of the week? 0%.

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Written for the HP Fanfic Writers' Guild Discord Smut Workshop Day 4 prompt: one-on-one. Word limit: 200.

The Metamorphcockus quite literally sprang to mind when I was brainstorming and I just HAD to run with it. What I wouldn't give for this toy to exist in reality. Can you imagine? A toy that transforms on command into ANY shape or form? Good lord. The possibilities.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter microfic #dramione #dramione prompt #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #self care

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nogenrealldrama · 4 months

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Lily Evans never quite feels like a lily.

[Petunia&Lily growing up - Microfic/fic excerpt - 362 words]

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Lily Evans never quite feels like a lily.

Lilies are the flowers that guests sometimes bring to her mother’s dinner parties, stiff stems already cut and pre-arranged in the crinkly wrapper. Her mother slots them into a vase in the middle of their dining table and they linger for a week or two, their white petals never getting to unfurl in the sun or to sway in the wind.

Lily broke that vase once, while trying to make Tuney play the new version of catch that the Blythe boys had taught her. The lilies spilled all over the dining table, the water that soaked into the tablecloth smelling a little like a creek in high summer. Tuney scolded her right away for being careless. Later, their mother got back from the shops and scolded Tuney for the mess.

By the end of the week there is a new vase on the dining table, and by the end of the month it is again filled with lilies, pale and elegant and still like a wax sculpture.

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Petunia Evans never quite feels like a petunia.

Petunias are the flowers that tumble down the windowsills of half the neighbourhood, their streaked and striped and spotted trumpets a confetti of every colour available in the newest gardening catalogues. In spring, she helps her mother carry trays of them from the market, little bundles of leaves that seem to know nothing of the tireless display that would soon be expected of them.

It was a thrill guessing which of the plug plants would produce the most outrageous colours, until Mrs Blythe mentioned that she finds petunias quite naff. Petunia wasn’t sure then what that meant, but next spring her mother comes back from the market with fuchsias and begonias instead. Petunia had never wanted to vie for the windowsill spot but now she retreats further, to the back bench in school and to the quiet obedience at the dinner table.

She tries to warn Lily, Lily who is still loud and bright and who plays with boys in the creek, but Lily never listens to her. And, as years pass by, Mrs Blythe never mentions that lilies are naff at all.

#this is the opening of that Lily & Petunia shortfic I want to finish someday #the Evans family is so interesting to have perfectly themed names for their children #not unlike a certain other hp family known for messed up sibling relationships #just saying #also I have many Thoughts about the role class dynamics played a role in Petunia's life and worldview #esp as the Dursleys are written like a somewhat resentful Fuck You to a particular type of a British midle class family #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #lily evans #lily potter #lily evans potter #petunia evans #petunia dursley #marauders microfic #harry potter microfic #marauders hc #marauders headcanon #nogenrealldrama fics

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starlitsilvereyes · 11 months

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take me to church

for @microficmay's prompts: Praise (Day 4) & Climax (Day 14) | Rating: E | CW: Use of religion (catholicism) as kink, Priest Kink, Church Sex | Read on Ao3

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” A shaky breath leaves his lips as his knees touch the icy, hardwood floors.

“To which sin do you apologise for?” The priest, dressed devilishly in black silk, asks. His eyes are whitish silver – as though pure and untouched.

Pleasure blazes inside of the man who kneels. He parts his lips, and instead of words, forgiveness comes in the form of heated skin against his tongue.

His breath catches in his lungs as his eyes brim with tears. Blood draws on his palms as he takes in the man deeper.

A small gasp leaves the priest’s mouth, followed by words rasping against his own throat as he tries to catch his breath. “You are forgiven.”

The green-eyed man blinks, a smile creeping upon his lips. “Thank you, father.”

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princessma1foy · 1 year

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Ron was just being so stupid.

Hermione sniffed, wiping another tear away angrily. All she’d wanted to do was to make a new friend - meeting new people was the entire point of the tournament, no matter what Ron said about ‘fraternizing with the enemy’.

She swallowed one last sob. There was no way she could go back to Viktor now. Not like this. Her night, the first night when she’d felt truly beautiful - was ruined. Thanks to Ronald.

Hermione stood and made her way to the courtyard for a breath of fresh air before heading back to the dormitory. There was a chill in the air, but the twinkling glow of the fairies made the atmosphere warm. Hermione slid down against the wall and sighed as she sat on the ground. It was peaceful out here. Quiet.

“What are you doing out here, Granger?”

If she had not recognized the quiet voice, she would have never guessed who it belonged to. Hermione started in surprise and whirled around, tensing.

“Malfoy.”

He was a few feet down the wall, sitting and staring at the fairies just as Hermione had been. There was a certain kind of beauty in his sharp features as they were illuminated by the creatures’ glow. He stayed silent as she scrutinized him, eyes far away as he gazed into the night sky.

Hermione decided warily that he meant no harm tonight. She relaxed against the wall again and sighed, absently watching the glittering lights. Sure, it was Malfoy. Under normal circumstances, they’d never be caught speaking civilly to each other. But somehow… tonight was different.

“Everything is ruined,” she spoke dully. “It was supposed to be fun. I was so excited - and then Ron…” She swallowed again as the lump in her throat made a reappearance.

Malfoy looked across at her. “Weasley’s got his head up his arse,” he said dryly. “Don’t put too much stock into what he says.”

To her own surprise, Hermione laughed. “You know what? I’m not even going to disagree with you.” She shook her head.

Malfoy chuckled. “What has gotten into you tonight, Granger? Coming out here crying and laughing with me about Weasley’s incompetence? You seem to have lost your mind.” He glanced over at her, eyes guarded but a hint of a real smile starting to lift his lips.

Hermione studied him thoughtfully. Her breath caught as she stared into his silvery eyes, eyes that were looking at her in a way she couldn’t quite define. “You’re right,” she breathed. “I must be out of my mind tonight.”

She stood abruptly, and he watched her in open surprise as she marched over to him and held out her hand. “What are you doing?” He asked in curiosity.

“Dance with me.” Hermione said bluntly. To hell with it all - tonight was special, and she wouldn’t let Ron ruin it for her. And something about the cool night air, the glittering snow, the fairies, Draco Malfoy’s silver eyes and sharp cheekbones… it would all be gone by morning. It would be but a dream, a distant memory secret to all but them. They’d go back to hating each other. Tonight wouldn’t count. It would be like it didn’t exist.

Malfoy’s slender hand grasped hers firmly as he rose from where he sat. The two never broke eye contact as they quietly walked to the center of the courtyard. His warm hand wrapped gently but firmly around her waist, and Hermione shivered at the pleasant feeling.

They didn’t need music. The music of the snow falling, the blanket of peaceful silence that hung over the courtyard as they dipped and twirled and waltzed in the lights was enchanting. His silver eyes never left her as they danced, steps perfectly in sync. Hermione felt herself dancing closer and closer to the boy in front of her, until she could’ve mapped out perfectly the flecks of blue in his eyes.

She spun, dress floating delicately through the night air as she twirled around once, twice, three times before he caught her, dipping her gracefully. Her breath caught as she realized just how close they were, and they stayed there for seconds that felt like hours, lost in each other’s eyes.

She could’ve sworn he leaned in first.

#ao3 writer #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #dramione #dramione fic #dramione fluff #dhr drabble #drabble #harry potter microfic #hp fandom #hp microfic #dramione ff #dramione microfic #dramione fanfic #dramione fandom #dramione lover for life #hehe to be continued

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thenicestthingiveseen · 1 year

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prompt 20: rush

everybody lives au/idk if its muggle or wizard honestly just vibes [338 words]

written for @hinnymicrofic

“Don’t you think you two are, uh, rushing things a bit?” his mother asked.

Harry raised his eyebrow. “We’ve known each other since we were three. I’m pretty sure this is the slowest moving relationship known to man.”

“Well, if you’re sure…” Lily trails off. Tapping her nails on the kitchen table. She doesn’t look convinced, and Harry doesn’t understand why. It’s making him agitated. And he’s never agitated with his mum, or at least he tries not to be in practice.

The silence stretches out between the family. He knows Sirius and James won’t back him up now that his mum has voiced her concerns. But he doesn’t understand why she has concerns. He’s been friends with Ginny essentially his whole life. Sure, they’ve only dated for a short period of time, but Harry operates under the belief ‘when you know you know’; and he knows with Ginny.

Running his hands through his hair, he takes a deep breath before pushing back from the kitchen table.

“I thought you’d be happy for us but I see that that’s not going to happen,” he says tightly. “I’ll see you guys at the match next week.”

“Harry,” Lily starts.

“Have a good day.”

He walks out of his parents’ house shocked. He thought they loved Ginny. They had been absolutely ecstatic when they started dating last year. So, why is this any different? His parents got married fast and they hadn’t known each other as long as he and Ginny did. He didn’t get it.

When he gets to his flat Ginny is there, and the feelings of confusion and frustration rush out of him and are replaced with warmth and joy that only Ginny seems to be able to give him.

“Well?”

“It could have gone better,” he exhales, “much better. But, we’re still going to get married. I’m sure they’ll come around eventually.”

Ginny burrows into his side once he’s sat next to her on the couch. “‘Course they will, they’re your parents and they love you.”

#hinny #hinny microfic #day 20 #if you think that its based off of that one episode of boy meets world its because it is #microfic #harry potter #harry potter microfic

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lynnelupin · 1 year

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Order

Remus rushed forward, weaving through the queue. It was always busy on sunny Saturdays, and he knew it. Remus vowed to arrive earlier in future.

“Hey! Is there actually something wrong with you!? There’s a queue, you know!” A dark-haired teenager called after Remus. “I work here!” He explained, mentally rolling his eyes. He reached the till a moment later, moving around the counter to get to the safety of the staff room.

“Please tell me we have someone else working with me, next shift,” Remus said, looking at the girl grinning at him.

“Nope, just me, lovely. Just me.” Marlene said.

“But it’s hectic, Marls!” “Can’t do anything about it. Lily’s off on some fancy pants weekend with James, Mary’s visiting her mum and Dorcas came in as an extra last Sat, so it wouldn’t be fair to get her to do more again.” “Ugh.” Said Remus. He put on his apron and tied a messy bow on the back. After working in the Hog’s Head Café for almost a year, he still hadn’t got the hang of the fabric ties.

“Right, come on then, Moony. Pete and Reg should be off in a mo.” Marlene said, walking out of the staff room to behind the counter.

“By the way, I dibs drinks first!” Marlene laughed. Speaking to so many people (and there were always rude children about at the weekend) was neither of their strong points.

“I hate you, Marlene. I really hate you.”

“I love you, too.” She teased, as Peter and Regulus swapped with them. He could feel it wasn’t going to be a great day already.

“Welcome to the Hogs Head Café, I’m Remus, what can I get for you?” He said to whoever was already waiting at the till, typing his login into the touch screen that liked playing up at the worst of times.

“Oh, it’s you again.” Said a voice dripping with sarcasm. Remus looked up and was met with the site of instantly recognisable charcoal hair framing a handsome pale face.

“I told you I worked here,” Remus said, meeting his eyes. He met the customer’s gaze. Remus took a sharp intake of breath, taken aback by their beauty. Stormy grey pools, he felt himself being swallowed by them.

“Can I get your order, please?” Remus repeated. However gorgeous the bloke was, he didn’t have time for a pissed-off customer. Endless queues only ever got bigger.

“Expresso.” Said the customer.

“What name?” Remus asked.

“Sirius.” This Sirius had high, defined cheekbones that could cut glass. It was really rather striking. Remus clicked the button and read the price, calling the order over to Marlene. The boy stepped to the side, making way for the next customer. Remus began the whole cyclical cycle again, reciting the well-rehearsed introduction perfectly. As Marlene deemed Sirius’s order complete, he grabbed it and beckoned Sirius over by calling out his name. The boy moved forwards and took the cup off of the counter, where Remus had left it. He went to move away but must have changed his mind, as he turned back around.

“Hey, waiter-y guy. Remus, was it? You free tonight?” Remus felt his jaw drop.

@wolfstarmicrofic 533 words.

#wolfstar #fanfic #remus x sirius #harry potter microfic #coffeeshop #coffeeshipau #au

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orionsgirl7lovegoodravenclaw · 5 months

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Ok hear me out: Sirius helps Lily give birth to Harry.

Firefighter/Sirius Black and his husband School Teacher/Remus Black hear that Lily Potter is in labor and all alone. Her husband, James Potter, who was Sirius's BEST friend and Co worker, had died months before from a work related incident, leaving her and her unborn baby boy alone.

Remus gets a text from his husband to rush to the hospital, because Lily has gone into labor and 'they just can't leave her to do it alone. Not James's family.' So he goes.

He and Lily had met a few times, and he really liked her. But she usually kept to herself, unlike her very outgoing husband. Especially once he died.

Getting to the hospital, Remus finds Sirius in full gear, begging and pleading with a nurse to be let in to see Lily. He tells her who he is to her, and that she deserves to have some sort of family there with her. Remus joins him and also talks to the nurse. She agrees to let him in, if Lily allows it. Going away, Sirius turns to his husband and sobs in his arms. (A bit awkward with the big fire jacket in the way) He cries that James will never see this for himself, that the baby will never know his amazing father. And Remus's heart breaks in half.

The nurse comes back, and tells them Sirius can go in, but he has to change into scrubs first. The air is breathable again. Remus takes his husband's jacket and pushes him to follow the nurse back. He waits in the waiting room for almost 10 hours, greeting other firemen from their station, accepting gifts and taking down messages for Lily for those who can't wait with him.

Sirius walks into the room and his heart pounds so hard into his chest, he's never been this anxious over a fire at work, but something about this moment...

Lily is sweating, in pain, and sitting there breathing between contractions. The moment their eyes meet, she bursts into new tears. He rushes over to her and takes her hands, hugging her ass best he can around the tubes connected to her. Ironically, she cries about the same things he just had in Remus's arms.

The RN who brought him in had informed him of Lily's complications and how she was adding to it with her distress and denial to push when it was time. So he spends the next hour confronting her, and trying to get her to relax and accept what was to come. To accept that this half or her and half of James was coming soon and needed a strong and loving mother. And that he would have Sirius and Remus too, that they would never leave her alone unless she told them to. She accepts and agrees.

The nurses help instruction Sirius how to help Lily through the pain as she continues to deny an epidural, but with better mental health and strength this time. Finally it's time, and she's pushing and he's standing beside her as she straddles the bed. He helps her breath and cheers her on, till the moment she's giving the last push, screaming and begging for it to be over. And out comes the baby.

The doctor asks Lily who will cut the cord and she looks at Sirius a little embarrassed. But before she can speak, Sirius kisses her on the head and whispers to her, "whatever you want sweetie." She nods and he reached back to cut the cord. One nurse takes the baby to weigh and clean up while, Sirius and the other nurse and midwife help Lily to lay back down on her back. They bring the baby back over and he's placed on her bear chest, crying and Squirming around naked.

Sirius and Lily both cry and he can't stop praising her and kissing the top of her head. He is amazing and in awe at this new little life in her arms. He breaks and hugs her again when she announces

This is Harry James Potter.

He's perfect and so little. Once Lily is better settled into her new room, Remus is called back to join them. He is shocked at his warm reception from Lily, as she thanks him for coming, being there all morning and afternoon, and handling the other firemen who stopped by. He reassures her it was no trouble at all, and he too would be there for her wherever she called.

She and Sirius both break into silent tears every so often. Especially when she places baby Harry in his arms to hold for the very first time and he cradles him like the most precious Jem in the whole world. He joins in their tears when she tells him that James had talked often about naming the couple, Harry's godfathers, but she had been scared and unsure. Now she knew it was the right choice and that they would have an official ceremony soon.

WolfStar helping raise Harry:

As the years go on, Remus and Lily become thick as thieves, the best of friends. And Sirius works hard to take care of them all. Lily has them over almost every night for dinner, and Sirius and Remus take turns taking her on dates while the other babysits. They take their vacations together, spend every holiday together, and even talk about buying a house together.

Harry is raised with two loving godfathers and a wonderful mother, and is often told many stories of his brave and funny father. Lily doesn't feel so lonely anymore with her new family around, and finds it more bearable to keep going and move on with time.

But Remus and Sirius get a new family too. They gain a best friend and sister. They gain a son and playmate. And when Harry's dream job is to be a firefighter when he's 4, Remus and Lily have to work hard to convince Sirius that over night stays in the station area not included in 'bring your kid to work day.'

And that's it. They go on. They live, and that is what brewed in my head all night when I was supposed to be asleep. 😅

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Your Valentine’s Day Request

brief summary: draco malfoy grants your small valentine’s day wish, even if he wishes it wasn’t so public

[draco malfoy x reader; limited to no use of (y/n)]

divider credits here !!

Draco Lucius Malfoy keeps to himself and his posse. He wouldn’t dare show his soft side, especially to the Slytherin House.

You, however, had an advantage. You saw everything. From whining for attention to play fighting with you, he showed you all of his sides.

Draco would (in a heartbeat) say that he doesn’t have a soft side. He’s all mean and grumpy. That’s what a majority of people thought.

You knew right from wrong. You knew that those rumors he spread about himself were wrong. And you prided yourself in that. The motivation of being his only one made you smile.

You had one simple request for your Valentine’s Day with him; to sit together and hold hands. At first, he looked confused.

“That’s it?” he had asked.

“I want to sit with you and hold hands in the Great Hall. In front of your House. Or mine, you know that they don’t care.”

Draco almost dropped his book. His jaw dropped, a pout beginning to tug his lips.

“What.”

“Pleeeeaaaaassseeee?”

“But, love, why? Can’t we just snuggle here? I, for one, would love that,” he tried, taking your hands and kissing them softly. He put his best puppy dog eyes, but you could not be swayed.

“Draco.”

Draco sighed, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“If that’s what you really want. But hey, my Valentine’s Day gift needs to be really big,” he teased, smiling playfully at you.

You ruffled his hair, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Sounds like a deal, my darling.”

Valentine’s day finally came. You were super excited. The two of you met in front of the doors of the Great Hall. Your warm hands held his cold ones, his grip tightening on yours.

“Love?”

“Mhm?”

“If you squeeze any harder, I think you’ll cut off my blood circulation.”

Draco loosened his grip. “Sorry.”

He sighed deeply, looking back at you with a strained smile.

“You got this. We got this,” you brought his hand to your lips.

With a nod, he pushed the doors open. Draco’s face returned to its cold state, his icy hands holding yours. You, however, couldn’t keep your smile off of your face. He wanted to see that smile for the rest of his life. He knew it.

The two of you walked to an isolated table in the Great Hall. Many Slytherins stared in shock. Others watched with an amused smile. Draco didn’t care anymore. You were his, and he was yours.

“Happy Valentine's day, my love,” he leaned in to whisper, a slight smile on his face.

“Happy Valentine’s day, darling,” you whispered back, kissing his cheek softly.

The two of you ate in peace, holding hands under the long wooden table.

“I hope you’re ready for what I want today…” Draco smiled evilly.

Oh gods, what did you get yourself into..

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Epilogue, HP Microfic, 2554 words.

We all hate the epilogue, so I re-wrote it. Enjoy.

Harry stood in the kitchen of one of his favourite places in the world, and noted that, for the first time he could remember, the Burrow was silent. He placed his hands on the benchtop and gazed out the window at the small and sombre band of people gathered in the overgrown yard.

It had been four days since the battle of Hogwarts; days which had felt to be some of the longest of Harry’s life, bar perhaps, some of his more arduous stints at Privet Drive. He hung his head, diverting his eyes from the scene in front of him. Behind him he heard a noise, and turning, saw Ginny emerge from the staircase, her eyes red, though her face was set firm. He had seen that fiery resolve in her face many times before and reached out for her hand. She took it and, with a gesture of her head, indicated that it was time for them to join the others.

They walked through the backdoor and into the garden, the sky pearly grey above them to mark the occasion. The Weasleys were gathered around a freshly dug hole in the ground, beside which stood a rough-hewn coffin. Harry stole himself as he looked at it and turned his head, taking in those around him.

Mr and Mrs Weasley stood at the head of the grave, Mrs Weasley sobbing into Mr Weasley’s shoulder, whose face was set into a mask of stony grief. To their right stood Andromeda Tonks, stroking the face of the blue haired baby she carried in her arms. Harry closed his eyes, remembering heavily Lupin and Tonks’ funeral of the previous day. It had been a small affair, and a devastating setting for Harry to meet his godson, feeling as he had held him for the first time, an overwhelming sense of responsibility for the fate of his parents.

Standing near Andromeda were Bill and Fleur, Fleur resting against Bill’s chest, the picture of regal sadness. Charlie stood beside them, one arm slung around Percy's shoulders, eyes downcast. Near the foot of the grave stood George, flanked by Angelina Johnson and Lee Jordan. Harry thought that he had never seen a person look more lost. George was staring into the grave intently, as if filled with longing to join his twin, as he had in all other adventures. Angelina was clutching his arm and sniffing with repressed sobs, while Lee simply looked shocked, as though expecting Fred to leap from behind a bush at any moment.

Next to Harry stood Ron and Hermione, locked in a tight embrace. Tears were dripping off the end of Ron’s long nose as he buried his head in Hermione’s bushy hair, her own face wet from crying. Slightly off to the side sat Hagrid, who clutched a bottle of firewiskey in one hand and an overlarge plaid handkerchief in the other.

Nobody present wore dress robes or had followed in the Muggle tradition of wearing black, their grief was worn on their faces and banished all need for ceremony.

Harry exchanged a glace with Ron, and found he had no words of comfort to offer. Gripping tighter to Ginny’s hand, he turned to Mr Weasley. A sense of quiet expectation settled over the crowd.

Mr Weasley stepped forward, disengaging gently from a still shaking Molly, and raised his wand. Softly, the coffin was lifted from the ground and slowly lowered into the open grave. Harry heard it land with a soft thud, the finality of which shook him to his core. George turned his face, looking away from the grave for the first time.

‘My son,’ began Mr Weasley, voice clear, though slightly unsteady, ‘was a man unlike any other,’ he gave George a small look and continued, ‘save for his partner in crime and in life.’ A small gasp of mirth seemed to be wrenched from the mourners, as George began to cry in earnest.

‘I will never be able to understand why it was that he was taken from us, as so many were, by this terrible war,’ continued Mr Weasley, ‘but I do know, that he died because he fought. That he was brave, and rash, and would never, for one second, have let the fight go on without him.’ Some more tortured chuckles were released from the crowd.

‘Fred, I will love you until the day I die, as will everyone here. But I know that you walk beside us, possibly tying our shoelaces together when we’re not looking…’ another gasping laugh.

‘Fred died fighting for what was right, and to protect the people he loved, and each of us must honour him by going forth and living our lives with love in our hearts and laughter in our days.’

Harry’s face felt hot and tears prickled his eyes as a smile broke through the pain. Mr Weasley stepped back from the grave and raised his wand, ready to fill the grave with the adjacent pile of dirt when suddenly, a strange thumping noise echoed over the garden.

‘Arthur-,’ said Mrs Weasley, sharply, grasping Mr Weasley’s arm and staring into the grave, ‘listen…’ The thumping sound was growing louder and more pronounced, and every onlooker shuffled forward to peer into the grave, looking at the coffin intently.

With a blast the sound of a canon, the coffin burst open, and explosions suddenly filled the air. For a mad second, Harry thought that Fred had come charging out, but soon realised that hundreds of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes fireworks were pouring out of the coffin, emitting loud cracks and bangs and expanding out of the grave. Dragons and pinwheels rocketed up into the overcast sky, and letters forming the words “saint like” danced around their heads. Harry whipped his head to look at George, who was grinning widely through a sheen of tears. He looked around at his family, who, like Harry, had turned to him, and shrugged,

‘We had a pact,’ he said simply, looking sheepish and heartbroken all at once. A laugh rang out among the crowd, loud and shrill. Harry looked around to discover that, unexpectedly, it was emanating from Mrs Weasley. She was laughing so hard that her body shook, and she fell to her knees, stroking the grass at the very head of the Grave, peering into the coffin lovingly, her laughs mingled with sobs.

At this, though they had been momentarily frozen in surprise, the rest of the party began to laugh too, haltingly at first, through with increased fervour. Ron was smiling despite himself and running his hands over his disbelieving face. Lee and Angelina were beaming as they watched rockets and hippogriffs soar above them. Teddy was staring at the fireworks completely enrapt, and Bill and Charlie were smirking, exchanging knowing looks at their brothers’ antics.

Harry felt a relaxing of the tightness in his chest as he admired the colours and sparks of the superb firework display and knew that Fred wanted them to celebrate him, not mourn. He laughed as one of the fireworks performed a particularly rude gesture, which, again unexpectedly, made Molly redouble with laughter.

The group laughed and cried and traded stories about Fred as the dusk turned the sky to a faint pink and the fireworks flew all around them and off into gathering night.

Harry followed the others as they trouped inside, the Burrow feeling warmer now than it had all day. Mr Weasley lit a fire with his wand and promptly began distributing firewiskey, while Mrs Weasley busied herself in the kitchen, wiping her eyes on her apron as she went. Hagrid, having brought up the rear and squeezed himself arduously through the door, now sat on the hearth, swigging liberally at his flagon and telling Angelina about a time that he had discovered Fred and George in the Forbidden Forest during one of his visits to Aragog.

‘Never seen a more meddlin’ pair ‘an these two I reckon!” he said, his words slurred slightly. ‘’cept you lot.’ he added, gesturing the flagon accusingly at Harry, Ron and Hermione, who all exchanged sheepish smiles.

Mrs Weasley brought out copious amounts of food and they passed the evening feasting on delicious mince pies and treacle tart as they swapped increasingly rude stories about Fred and George’s famous wrongdoings, some of which took Mr and Mrs Weasley so aback they managed to half-heartedly chide George.

As the night progressed, the conversation turned to the events which had transpired following the downfall of Voldemort. The entire ministry was in disarray according to Mr Weasley.

Harry found himself in the kitchen, leaning against the sink and asking about the state of affairs at Hogwarts when Kingsley Shacklebolt strode through the door.

‘Arthur,’ he said solemnly, shaking Mr Weasley’s hand ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for the funeral, I came as soon as I could, the Ministry’s in absolute chaos.’

‘Of course,’ said Mr Weasley, ‘thank you for coming.’

‘Fred was a good man,’ said Kinglsey gravely, ‘Harry,’ he nodded, shaking Harry’s hand also, ‘how are you?’

‘I’m alright,’ replied Harry, ‘How is everything? Is the Ministry going to be okay?’

‘Oh yes, it’ll be fine,’ said Kingsley, shaking his head, ‘The Death Eaters did a number on it but we’ll have it put right soon enough. In fact,’ he added, ‘we could use your help.’ Harry thought about it, considered everything that the Ministry had put him through and a not dissimilar conversation he had had with Scrimgeour a year prior. Kingsley, sensing his apprehension, shrugged,

‘You don’t have to of course, Merlin knows you’ve done enough, we won’t ask you to die for us again.’ he said with a wry smile. Harry smiled back,

‘Yeah, I’ll help,’ said Harry, ‘It’s not like I can go back to school.’ They had received word the previous day that all seventh years who had fought in the battle of Hogwarts would receive an automatic graduation. Hermione was distinctly forlorn at the news and had already written to Professor McGonagall asking to return in September to complete her N.E.W.T.s. Harry smiled at the thought of Ron’s amused though unsurprised face when she had told them of this.

‘Excellent,’ said Kingsley, ‘we can get your Auror training started right away,’

‘Auror?’ said Harry questioningly, ‘really?’

‘Think you’re under-qualified?’ said Kingsley, smiling, ‘defeated any famous dark wizards lately?’ Harry smiled.

‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I’d love to be an Auror!’

‘Great!’ said Kingsley, ‘we need a replacement for Dawlish anyway, and in the meantime, there’s plenty of work that needs to be done.’

Kingsley didn’t stay for long after that. He talked briefly with Mrs Weasley, offering his condolences, and shared one drink with the increasingly inebriated party before departing back to the Ministry. On his way out he informed Harry that his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin were safely in the care of the Order and preparing to return to their normal lives, though, he informed him with a jerk of his lips, they could not return to number four, Privet Drive, as the Death Eaters had destroyed it following the battle of the Seven Potters. Harry allowed himself a small smile at the thought of Privet Drive being no more, before bidding Kinglsey farewell and seeing him out into the yard.

After Kinsley had disapparated, Harry lingered in the Garden for some time, looking at the soft mound of dirt marked with a large slab of granite down by the vegetable patch. He leaned on the rough wooden fence and turned his face towards the sky, now clear and smattered with stars. From behind him he heard footsteps but didn’t turn around. He found himself flanked by Ron and Hermione, who joined him in his stargazing.

‘What did Kingsley say?’ asked Ron, resting his elbows on the fence,

‘Wants me to go be an Auror,’ said Harry, considering this avenue further.

‘Cool,’ said Ron admiringly, ‘reckon you’ll be suited to that?’ he shot him a grin.

‘We’ll see I guess,’ said Harry, allowing himself to grin as well. ‘you should join.’ He added, glancing over at Ron.

‘Yeah maybe,’ said Ron thoughtfully looking up at the night sky, ‘I reckon me and Hermione are gonna go to Australia first, find her parents.’ Harry looked over to Hermione, who had a restrainedly hopeful expression.

‘That’s great,’ he said, ‘I hope you find them soon.’

‘Yes,’ said Hermione, ‘well I didn’t put any tracking spells on them in case we were captured and tortured, so it’ll be tricky…’ Ron shrugged,

‘Nothing’s tricky for you Hermione! We’ll probably find them in a week. Plus, we gotta get you back for September first.” He smiled teasingly at her.

‘Yes,’ said Hermione, ‘I don’t want to miss the train! I might have to enchant a car and fly to school,

‘We didn’t enchant the car!’ said Ron indignantly. Hermione laughed.

‘When will you leave?’ asked Harry, glancing between them.

‘Soon.’ Said Hermione plainly, ‘once the dust has settled a bit,’

‘Take food.’ said Harry, grinning at Ron who made a rude gesture in return. Hermione just snorted derisively.

‘Yes, we’d better.’ she said.

They stood at the fence in silence for a while, comfortable soaking up each other’s company as an awareness that they were about to be going their separate ways for the first time in seven years settled over them.

‘I’ll miss you guys.’ said Harry thickly.

‘Yeah mate,’ said Ron encouragingly, ‘we’ll miss you too,’

‘Of course we will,’ said Hermione, placing her hand on Harry’s shoulder, ‘we’ll be back before long.’

‘Yeah,’ added Ron, ‘and we’ll bring you a souvenir, have you heard of these mad things called Kangaroos?’ Harry laughed, Hermione rolled her eyes.

Ron loped his arm over Harry’s shoulders. Harry wasn’t sure how long they stood there like that, but he felt as though he could stay forever.

Eventually, the two receded and wordlessly wandered back inside, linking arms as they did so. Harry saw them pass a figure in the doorway and recognised Ginny walking across the grass to him, baby Teddy in her arms. As she drew level with him, he saw that Teddy’s hair was now a vivid shade of orange, the exact colour of the Weasleys’ hair. Smiling, Harry drew them both into an embrace, and kissed Ginny softly, cradling her in his arms and looking down at her and Teddy.

‘It’s going to be okay,’ she said, kissing his cheek delicately.

‘How do you know?’ he asked looking down into her deep brown eyes.

‘I know.’ she said simply, resting her head on his shoulder.

‘What now?’ he asked, feeling time opening like a maw before him, threatening to swallow him whole. His task had been accomplished; his all-important purpose fulfilled.

‘Now we live.’ She said, tears shining in her eyes, though none fell. ‘There’s work to be done.’ He smiled at the thought. Though Fred and Lupin and Tonks and Sirius and Dumbledore were gone, Ginny was here, and Teddy was here, and Harry, despite all he had been through, was here.

They embraced under the starry sky as a phoenix firework soared past, emitting sparks and tongues of flame and Harry heard its song in his chest and for the first time in seventeen years, contemplated a future that was totally his own.

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