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flickering shadows of love -- 5.4k

tw: domestic abuse, child abuse, SA (all non-graphic, and mainly told from an outside perspective)

Wolfstar oneshot!

The Gryffindor common room was bathed in warm firelight, the orange glow perfectly accenting the bright red decorations and gaudy gold accents. Every student in the common room was separated into cliques, off in their little bubbles as inane chatter filled the space. When Remus Lupin walked into the room, heels clicking against the varnished wood floor, three heads immediately perked up from their places at the very center of the room.

James was sequestered away into a little armchair, sun-browned limbs hidden away under a fluffy blanket, and square glasses perched at the very tip of his nose. Only his moppy head of black curls was visible, hidden away for the time being to rest his heavily-exercised muscles from a frankly grotesquely lengthy Quidditch practice. Peter was curled into a heap on the rug, clutching his sore sides with thin hair soaked through with sweat. But Remus only had eyes for one of them.

Sirius was sprawled out on a couch, blinking up at the ceiling like a lazy cat. His shoulder-length black hair was wind-tousled, a few strands falling across his pale forehead and slate grey eyes. His eyes crinkled as his red lips pulled upward into a slightly drunk-looking smile. Remus felt something warm and fuzzy settle and take root inside his chest.

“Hey, babe,” Remus greeted, reaching a hand down as he passed to further ruffle Sirius’ hair. It ran between his fingers like silk threads. Sirius snorted, slapping his hand away with a chuff.

“Fuck off, Moons,” he groused jokingly, settling back against the couch. Remus nudged at Sirius’ outstretched ankle with his knee, and Sirius moved his feet out of the way so that Remus could sit down before carelessly plopping them back in his lap. “Weren’t watching us practice,” Sirius observed off-handedly, and Remus shrugged carelessly, stroking a mindless finger up and down Sirius's shin.

“Was in the library, with Evans,” he explained through a yawn. “Wanted to get some extra revision done for um… McGonagall’s quiz tomorrow, on complex animal transformations.” Sirius slapped a delicate hand over his mouth, snorting a laugh into his splayed palm.

“Coulda just asked us for help with that, mate, we’ve kind of made ourselves experts in the bloody subject.” Remus hummed non-committedly.

“S’pose.”

From the adjacent chair, James Potter poked his head out from his blanket to join the conversation.

“Evans?” Sirius groaned dramatically, tossing the back of his hand over his eyes in a sort of woe-is-me gesture. James sat up further in his chair, the fluffy blanket falling to rest in his lap, exposing a grass-stained wife beater. “Hey, Moony, you don’t s’pose she might have-”

“No, James, she didn’t mention you,” Remus interrupted firmly, watching with distant sympathy as James deflated back into his seat. He looked a tad pitiful if he was being perfectly honest. Like a kicked dog.

“Christ, Prongs, give it a rest, ” Sirius begged, tossing his head back in disdain. Remus found himself briefly distracted by the long, pale column of his best friend’s throat. “She’s just not interested, mate, it's been years. Don’t you think it's time to get over this crush?”

“You’re one to talk about crushes, Pads,” James snapped back, raising a single, sardonic eyebrow. An aggressive flush took over Sirius’ face as he threw a pillow at James’ head. “Sorry, sorry, sorry- ”

“God, can’t you lot settle down?” Peter begged from the floor, still curled into a fetal position. “Everything hurts.” James, as of their sixth year, had been promoted to Quidditch captain – which meant everyone on the team, including James, was being worked ten times as hard to meet some unattainable standard. Even Peter, a substitute Keeper, had been run into the ground. Remus was very glad he’d decided not to join Quidditch with the other boys – he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle all of… that.

Sirius still had a lingering pink flush on his high cheekbones, and he buried the side of his face into the couch cushion like he was hiding. Sirius never would have reacted like that had he been well-rested, but when he was with the boys and on the very brink of sleep, a lot of previously carefully-built walls tended to dismantle themselves.

“Well, now that Moony’s here, we can head to bloody bed,” James groused, standing up from his chair with a huff and dragging his blanket along behind him as he trudged toward the stairs. Peter, after a pained groan, drug himself after his childhood friend. “Off we go, boys!”

The marauders had this habit with Remus – well, with any one of them, really – where they positively refused to leave the common room unless each member was accounted for. These habitual rituals had begun, as most things did, with Sirius. The Slytherins, particularly those who were pureblood, had a habit of hating all of the marauders… not necessarily without good reason. But Sirius had always seemed to face the brunt of their disdain, particularly at the hands of his relatives. After one too many incidents where they’d gone to bed without Sirius in the dorm and woken up with news of him being in the infirmary, nursing welts from stinging hexes, they’d made the first vow of many; never to turn in for the night unless every marauder was together.

It’d worked, mostly. Remus didn’t like to think about the times when it hadn’t.

~-~

Remus liked to think of his life in two phases. There was before meeting Sirius Black, and after. Before meeting the dog animagus, he’d been able to enjoy a lot of other simple pleasures. His mother’s love and warm cooking. His father ruffling his hair. His favorite color had been red, dark, and rich, and he’d loved the quiet. The quiet of a dusty library, the calm that enveloped him with the smell of old books.

Sirius Black had taken everything Remus Lupin thought he knew about himself and pummeled it into the ground.

He still basked in the love of his mother, but he couldn’t appreciate her kind words and good cooking without thinking of Walburga Black’s cruel tone, or the way Sirius came back to Hogwarts at the beginning of the summer thin and drawn, collarbones pressing against delicate skin and creating deep pits across his chest. He couldn’t hug his father without remembering Sirius’s broken tooth and crooked nose from a particularly eventful Christmas break. Red had been his favorite colour until he remembered the way it had stained his best friend’s skin behind the herbology classroom, stamped out of him by Lucius Malfoy in their first year. And he’d never been able to appreciate the quiet since falling in love with Sirius Black, because silence had absolutely nothing on Padfoot’s ringing cackle and the cheeky tone that became present in his voice when they pulled off a successful prank.

Sirius was the single best and worst thing that had ever happened to Remus Lupin, and he’d never realized that more than he did at that very moment.

Sirius climbed into his bed most nights. After the first few times, Remus had begun waiting up for him; wanted to be awake when he finally crawled under his sheets, curled himself into a ball at the very edge of his mattress, and let himself sink into the warmth and smell and Moony. But now, Remus could wake up at the drop of a hat; had trained his body to recognize the dip of the mattress, the shift in his blankets.

Remus could usually grasp what kind of mood Sirius was in by the timing of his breathing. If he was running from nightmares, or wanted the physical connection, or….

“Moons?” Sirius whispered as he crawled under the quilts, making himself small.

“Hi,” Remus murmured, stretching long limbs. “You okay?” He tried his best to mask the sleepy thickness of his voice, propping his head up on one hand and staring across at his friend on the other side of the mattress.

“Mhm… well… um…” Sirius frowned. Remus waited patiently, privately thinking that the crinkle Sirius had in his nose when he was confused was very endearing. “Just… um…. Wanted your opinion on something…” He trailed off, going silent for a moment.

“Oh?” Remus prompted. “C’mere,” Remus pressed, guiding the other boy closer like a child. They were a hair's breadth apart, now, Sirius’ silky black hair splayed across his pillow like a fan. Remus sort of wanted to reach out and touch it, but…

Well, Remus wanted a lot of things that he couldn’t have. No matter.

“Ophelia Vickers asked me out earlier,” he quietly confided. “She’s a Ravenclaw.” The raven-haired boy looked worn and drawn, lips pressed together in a tense, severe line. For a moment, Remus wanted to pry a gap between them with his fingers. “And, um… my parents would like her, I s’pose.” Remus couldn’t quite contain a disdained sigh, and Sirius winced. And it's not like the sigh, nothing more than an aggressively expressed breath of air, had been directed at him but….

There were moments in his life, in his life with Sirius, that he couldn’t help but treasure. Little pockets of time that were worth their weight in diamonds, special and secret, tender things that fluttered at the slightest brush of plush lips. This was one of those moments – when Remus had Sirius alone, away from James and Peter and their professors and fucking Ophelia Vickers, where the other boy was soft and defenseless, sleep-tinged and soft, not worrying about appearing confident and funny, with another high cackle constantly stored in his arsenal to be perfectly executed at the right time.

During the day, when the sun was shining almost as bright as Sirius Black’s smile, it was easy to forget that Remus was in love with him – it always pulsed in his chest, hot and throbbing, but it rarely shoved its way through to the front of his brain to shout out its truth to the world. When Sirius was small, and drawn – when he was quiet, sleep-soft… all Remus could think was I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Don’t care how your bloody parents are going to feel about you going out with this Ophelia Vickers girl,” Remus murmured, trying his best to keep his voice as soft as worn cotton, even with the jealousy pooling like hot, sticky syrup at the bottom of his stomach. “How do you feel about her? Do you like her?” Sirius gnawed on the inside of his cheek, working over his answer in deep thought. “Hmm?”

“She’s gorgeous,” Sirius finally admitted, somewhat reluctant. “Told her I’d go out with her this weekend, for the uh, Hodsmeade trip, but I’m thinking ‘bout bailing. Dunno. Just don’t want…. I dunno.” He sighed through his nose, sharp and quick, anxious. Remus breathed.

“Don’t have to go out with her if you don’t want to, Pads. You could always cancel on her, y’know?” Sirius shrugged hopelessly. “Be better than just standing her up, y’know? That way you’re not the ‘bastard lady-killer’ in the rumor mill again,” he quipped. Sirius couldn’t help but huff an amused breath, because yeah, that had most certainly been an issue in their fourth year. The light laugh was immediately followed by a throaty yawn, stretching the older boy’s jaw until Remus heard a just-barely-there click, and the werewolf felt himself soften.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for being tired,” Remus stated firmly. “Just get some sleep. Think on it some more in the morning, when you’ve had your rest, yeah?” Sirius nodded sleepily, eyes already beginning to droop.

With such proximity, and with Remus’ already enhanced hearing, the sandy-haired boy could clearly hear his friend’s heartbeat begin to slow into a regular, steady pace. His chest rose and fell in deep, steady breaths – his cherry lips remained parted for every exhale, long black lashes resting on ivory cheeks. He was gorgeous, and Remus fucking hated it.

He took a deep breath and firmly rolled over so that he was facing the opposite direction as his friend.

It still took him forty-seven minutes to fall asleep (he’d counted every single second).

When he woke up in the morning, Sirius was gone.

Remus tried his best to pretend that it didn’t hurt.

~-~

Sirius had been dating Ophelia for seven weeks now, and Remus was sure that the best day of his entire school year was going to be when they finally split up.

Seven long, drawn-out weeks without late-night visits from his best friend. Sirius didn’t sit next to him in the common room anymore, or the Great Hall. That seat had been claimed by Peter, and despite how reluctantly fond Remus had grown toward the smaller boy, he tended to forget to put on deodorant and he had a severely deviated septum. Being in close quarters with the fourth member of their quartet was often a malignant experience… if they could even be called quartet anymore. Lately, they seemed to be existing as more of a trio.

They couldn’t get Sirius alone anymore, which was the problem. It had started around a week into his blossoming relationship – Ophelia had started sitting with them at the Gryffindor table every other day. And it had been fine, he supposed – Ophelia was an alright girl ( and she’s not exactly horrible to look at, the teenage boy side of his brain liked to point out) – she was decent conversation, even if the only one who she seemed to enjoy talking to was Sirius.

But then, Sirius had sat with the Ravenclaws one day for dinner, and he’d never really come back.

At mealtimes, he was sitting with Ophelia. During free periods, he was sneaking around somewhere with Ophelia. If the Gryffindors had any classes with the Ravenclaws, Sirius sat right next to Ophelia the entire time. If Ophelia was absent – joyfully, blissfully absent – Sirius appeared to be in a bit of a daze, not particularly paying attention to the lesson being given by the teacher and doodling little circles on his notes with the tip of his quill… likely thinking about Ophelia.

And sure, Remus was sure that the complete emotional extraction of Sirius from their day-to-day life was affecting him mentally, but for James, it appeared to be on a damn near physical level.

Their Quidditch captain looked drawn, worn, and plain miserable without the presence of his best friend. The light that had previously sparked constantly behind his brown eyes had been almost entirely extinguished, he constantly looked exhausted, and even his mop of curly black hair looked less vibrant and cared for. If Remus didn’t know any better, he would have thought James was going through withdrawal.

Remus hadn’t spoken with Sirius in four days. It was the longest they’d gone without correspondence during the school year… maybe ever, and Remus could practically feel the separation anxiety crawling under his and James’ skin.

The last time the Marauders had properly hung out altogether had been over three weeks ago during Remus’ last full moon, and Remus couldn’t even bloody remember it. His next change was due in a week, and he was practically counting down the days, eager to be able to spend a moment of bloody time with his absent friend.

When Sirius informed them, three days before the full moon, that he wouldn’t be able to attend Remus almost cried. Almost. And then he yelled instead.

“Sirius, what the fuck has been going on with you, mate?” Remus demanded aggressively. Sirius only glared off at some point above Remus’ shoulder. “Just tell me what’s fucking wrong, Padfoot, you’ve been so fucking–” Distant? Absent? Bloody invisible? Remus couldn’t even put it into words.

“I’m fine, Moons,” Sirius muttered, something pinched and pained in his face; like he wanted to comfort Remus, or something, who fucking knew, but he wasn’t sure how, and that–

Since when did they not know how to talk to one another?

“Padfoot,” James butted in, looking just plain sad, and honestly seeing that emotion on James Potter’s face felt like some sort of – law against nature, or something, he didn’t even know. “I haven’t even seen you at practice, mate…” Sirius scoffed.

“I’ve just been busy, Prongs,” Sirius sighed. “I’ve got a bloody girlfriend now, it’s not like I can just spend all my time with you lot–”

“Oh, so this has all been about your fucking girlfriend?!” Remus demanded, temper flaring. So close to the full moon, his emotions were always resting on a hair trigger. He wasn’t exactly sure what the scientific or magical explanation for that was – a flood of testosterone, maybe, but it was a bitch to deal with, and now all that anger was spewing out of him like a flood of burning acid. “Is that was this is?” he asked, getting in Sirius’ face. He watched the shorter boy’s jaw tick. “She’s got you so fuckin’ whipped, you can’t even spend one fucking night with your friends to help me out –” Sirius's jaw tensed, and Remus knew he was biting his tongue bloody to stop himself from saying anything back. “ What? Am I wrong? Am I fucking wrong?! ”

“Remus,” Sirius said evenly, “back up.” Remus snorted.

“No.” He took another step forward, chest bumping against Sirius’, and looking into his grey eyes was like staring into a vat of molten steel – furious, burning.

“Moony, maybe you should–”

“Shut the fuck up, Peter!” Remus snapped. Remus's eyes shuttered, like blinds being drawn closed over windows, and his face went stoic, but he could still feel the storming inferno brewing inside of his chest. “I think I know what it is,” he muttered. He tilted his head to the side – quiet, dangerous. Hair trigger. “I think I have a fucking theory.”

“Moons…” James whispered from across the dorm room, but Remus only had eyes for Sirius – typical.

“Are you scared of your girlfriend, Sirius?” Remus asked, quiet and sardonic, and Sirius’ red skin burned hot with humiliation. “You scared that little fucking Ravenclaw is going to hurt you? Hmm? Is that the fucking issue? Or…” Sirius's head had fallen until his chin rested against his chest, breathing in deep, steadying breaths.

“Remus. Stop, ” Sirius choked.

“Did Mummy and Daddy say you had to stay with Ophelia, Sirius?” Remus asked, sickly sweet, words sharp – he wanted him to hurt. “Did Daddy say he’d hurt you again if you didn’t spend all your time with fucking Ophelia Vickers? Is Mommy making you bloody marry her, Sirius?” Sirius sniffed, and Remus felt two seeds take root in his gut – satisfaction, and nausea.

“You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about, Remus!” the other boy roared, face blotchy red and eyes bright. His shoulders were rising and falling rapidly, and his hands were clenched into tight fists.

“Then fucking enlighten me!” Remus begged, fury taking on a new trajectory. The desire he’d had previously – to hurt Sirius emotionally, to break him down and make him cry, morphed into a need for an explanation, some sort of reasoning behind why–

Sirius shoved past him, making it towards the door with powerful strides. Remus growled, grabbing the other boy’s shoulder from behind and yanking him back, and Sirius spun around before aggressively shoving the taller boy away.

“Do not fucking touch me!” he snapped, and there were tears in his eyes then, hot angry ones that slipped from his eyes in baby rivers, lower lip quivering. “You don’t get to fucking touch me! No one gets to–” He swiped at his eyes angrily, letting out a frustrated groan when the tears kept flowing. “Fuck… fuck! ” the boy shouted, kicking the post of the closest bed – James’ – with a bare foot.

“Sirius,” James murmured, voice taking on the faintest edge of a begging tone, “what is going on? ”

Sirius looked at the older boy, black eyes meeting chocolate brown, and let the tears continue their wayward track down his face – didn’t bother swiping them away again, because there was no point. They were there. They existed, even if at the moment Sirius, Remus suspected, wished that he didn’t.

Sirius's chapped lips opened around empty words, the only thing escaping his mouth little huffs of air with no sustenance behind them, and Remus was foolish enough to hope that, even for a moment, Sirius would be honest with them.

And then Sirius's mouth firmly closed, wired shut like a steel trap, and Remus felt that hope snuff out like a cigarette in an ashtray.

“I’m okay,” Sirius said, and no one was quite sure what to say to that.

~-~

Sirius left Gryffindor tower fifteen minutes after the end of their altercation, snatching James’ invisibility cloak on his way out, and he didn’t return until close to four in the morning.

Peter and James had long since gone to bed by the time Sirius dragged his ass back into the common room, feet and lower back sore from hours of mindless walking (after other activities) and hair smushed down flat on the side from the sort of borrowed invisibility cloak.

He stood in the entryway to the common room for a while, bathed in warm firelight, and decided to use the quiet moment for a bit of self-assessment – to pinpoint what was different, and to hide what was not appropriate for wondering eyes.

There were small, pock-shaped bruises on the corner of his jaw, trailing down to just beside his Adam’s apple and his collarbones. A scarf tomorrow, then. His lips were red and kiss-bitten, but that would fade by morning and, if not, could very easily be attributed to his rather well-known nervous habit of chewing on his lips. He could feel nail marks on his shoulders and down his chest, but so long as he carefully changed before and after Quidditch practice – assuming he ever bloody went again – he should be fine.

He’s fine. This is all fine.

There was stale breath trapped in his lungs. He wanted to sleep; he was so tired, and he was mentally prepping himself to climb upstairs to the dorm room when he noticed Remus Lupin sprawled out on the couch.

Grey eyes met amber and didn’t break away for several long, cautionary moments. This was one of those moments where Sirius felt like he could drown in Remus’ eyes when looking at Moony felt like getting baptized in bourbon. He could almost feel it, burning in his skin.

“Shoulda went to bed, Moony,” Sirius muttered, and even if he felt so sore he could have been subbing in for Sisyphus, he sat next to him on the couch criss-cross. “It’s late.”

“Noticed,” Remus huffed, and his throat sounded thick with sleep. “Told James and Pete to go on to bed. They were bloody exhausted anyway, and I don’t get much sleep so close to the full moon anyway, so….”

They were quiet for a while, the only background noise being the quiet crackling of the fire. Remus was barefoot, long legs causing his feet to dangle off the side of the couch even while he was curled up into a ball. Sirius was still dressed in his school uniform, feet clad in a pair of shined dress shoes, leaving black scuffs on the fabric of the blood-red couch. They’d be gone by morning. He was sure that the furniture must be charmed.

“I’m sorry,” Remus finally spoke, forcing the words out like they were physically painful because Remus was a lot of things; intelligent, kind, and generous, but his fatal flaw would always be his pride. “I shouldn’t have– you asked me to stop, and I didn’t. I kept pushing you because I was angry, and that is not an excuse– but it’s what happened. And I wanted to hurt your feelings. And I touched you, and I scared- um. I upset you. And I’m sorry. Okay?”

“You didn’t scare me,” Sirius scoffed, even if he could still remember the way his mind had whited out and gone static when Remus had grabbed him – even if he could still feel phantom pressure, hours later. I’m not scared, Sirius restated internally, like if he repeated it enough he might start to believe it.

He wasn’t scared.

“Okay, Sirius,” Remus murmured. “I didn’t scare you.”

He was never scared.

“And anyway, it’s not a big deal,” Sirius brushed off, running a hand through his hair which was now on the decidedly unattractive side of the messy scale.

“It was a big deal, Sirius,” Remus sighed, and Sirius's jaw clenched, feeling the confrontation ease into his skull. It was building up. Fight or flight. Anger or fear. I’m not fucking scared. “I was in the wrong. I never should have done that, or said those things, okay?” Remus had dark circles under his eyes, and they looked like they had been placed there with a charcoal smudge. He always looked tired, especially before a full moon.

“It wasn’t any different than any other argument we’ve had before,” Sirius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It was, Padfoot!”

“Literally how? ”

“Because you didn’t fight back,” Remus answered, eyes glassy with welled-up shame. “You didn’t fight back, and you were reasonable, and you asked me to stop, and to step back, and I didn’t. I should’ve listened to you.”

“ I’m in the wrong, Moony,” Sirius argued. “You need me on your full moons – you need all of us – and I’m the one abandoning you, okay? You had every right to be upset. It’s fine. ” A frustrated flush began its slow climb up the amber-eyed boy’s neck.

“It’s not, ” Remus snapped, hands clenching into the fabric of his pajama bottoms.

“I was fine, Remus!”

“You weren’t! ” Moony huffed. “Sirius, you told me to back up, and I kept getting in your space even though I knew–” Remus scoffed, scrubbing a hand down his face in frustration. “ No means no, Sirius, and I ignored that, and that was fucked up. Okay? It was fucked up. ” He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down the column of his thin throat. “I. Am. Sorry.”

“Remus, why are you making such a big bloody deal out of all of this?” Sirius gasped in disbelief. “This really isn’t that important, mate. It was nothing.”

“It was not nothing.”

“It didn’t bother me!”

“It did! ” the taller boy shouted. “And if it didn’t, it should have! It was not nothing!” Remus's voice was slowly rising – thank Merlin for sound-proofed dorms – and Sirius could feel his heart rate rising along with it. I am not scared. I am not scared. “I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

“Stop apologizing.”

“ No. ”

“Remus. Moony, I’m trying to tell you– it’s okay. Can we not just–”

“Not until you understand that what I did was wrong, Sirius,” he protested. “I need you to–”

“I don’t understand, Remus!” he interrupted. “I don’t bloody understand, because there is nothing to understand! Move on, Moony! Merlin!”

“There is a lot you need to fucking understand, Padfoot,” Remus growled, jaw ticking. “There is a fucking lot to understand.”

“ Remus! ”

“I completely violated boundaries you probably didn’t even know you fucking had–”

“Jesus, has Evans been feeding you this Muggle ethics crap–?”

“Sirius! I ignored you. I got in your space,” Remus took steadying breaths, voice strained under his efforts to remain gentle-toned, like he was speaking to a toddler – like Sirius was a toddler. “You asked me to stop.” He put his hand on Sirius’ knee, and the older boy saw red.

“ When has me saying no ever fucking mattered! ” he shouted, and Remus’ answering shocked gasp was lost under the sound of all the blood rushing through his ears. “It’s not–”

“Sirius…” He sounded so sad, so heartbroken, so not Moony, and he hated himself a little bit for it. His heart was pounding– the stress was eating away at his nerves, and he couldn’t–

I am not scared. I am never scared.

“Sirius, are we… are you talking about your parents or Ophelia?” Remus finally asked, and Sirius pressed the sleeve of his cloak against his burning eyes and nose to stave off the torrential downpour. Do not cry. Men don’t cry. Men don’t cry. I am not scared.

Bloody idiot.

His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and there was a roaring in his ears, and there were two hands gently resting on his shoulders, and no– get the hell off, he didn’t want to, get off–

His eyes flew open, and he flinched away, palm shoving outward at Remus – an abandoned mug in the corner of the room shattered into a million pieces, and Remus looked horrified, and–

“Sirius, are those… did you have those hickeys when you left the dorm?” he asked, and Sirius swallowed hard as several things seemed to fall into place behind Remus’ eyes. “Oh,” Remus intoned because he wasn’t sure what else to say.

“They’re all bloody idiots, anyway,” Sirius had scoffed, hidden away in a tiny nook with Ophelia, still red in the face with frustration. “The lot of them – don’t know a fucking thing, and–”

“Well, there’s no use whining about it, love,” Ophelia rolled her eyes, playing with the lapel of his school shirt with a fixated interest. “Just stop bloody talking to them, like I’ve been telling you for weeks. It’s not like you’re all related. Just cut them off, and then you can spend more time with me…” Little fingers walked their way up his neck and buried themselves into his hairline.

“Sorry,” he murmured, choosing to ignore the ‘cut them out of your life’ part of that request. “I’ll stop complaining.” Ophelia beamed up at him, a smile as sweet as a maraschino cherry, and Sirius couldn’t quite contain a small shudder. They kissed – softly, sweetly, at first, carefully controlled so that it was just how Sirius liked it… innocent, with no intentions, until Ophelia licked into his mouth and Sirius pulled away with a slight gasp. “I’m tired, lovely,” he murmured, keeping his smile small and apologetic.

“But I missed you,” the girl pouted. “And you promised me you would spend more time with me…” she trailed her fingers under his shirt, standing on her tip-toes to bite gently at the corner of his jaw. Sirius could feel his skin crawling there, like fire ants.

“I really don’t want to,” Sirius protested, even as she trailed kissed down his neck to suck at his collarbones. “Ophelia…”

“I love you, Sirius,” she said, dipping into his mouth again, and Sirius felt his mind become blissfully detached and blank.

When he ‘faded back in’, as he liked to call it, he’d been walking around the castle aimlessly with a crooked tie for at least two and a half hours. And then he kept walking and just tried his best to pretend that the bruises on his neck weren’t unpleasantly achy and that the scratches she’d left on his chest with her nails weren’t scabbed.

I’m not scared.

“Sirius, can I – do you need –”

“Remus.”

“I don’t know what to do,” his friend breathed, sounding young, small, and panicked– everything Sirius felt, and something flared to life in his eyes – something distasteful, as if he was gazing at something particularly disgusting – and Sirius supposed he was.

“You’ll do nothing,” Sirius answered, voice firm but lips trembling. There was sweat collecting on his brow, sticky and tacky. Everything ached, like his tendons had been pulled too taut, and–

I’m not scared. I’m not scared.

His heart was pounding, Remus knew, Remus knew because his Moony was smart, but so was James, and James made a big deal about everything, and he’d have some call to action moment regardless if what had happened – what had been happening – was wrong or not, which it wasn’t, and –

He felt disgusting. It didn’t matter.

I’m not scared.

His heart was pounding.

Please make it stop, please make it stop, please make it stop–

Two large hands settled on his warm cheeks, cupping his face, and it was like a tether – it was like someone had cast a floating spell on him, and he was slowly lifting up, up, up, and Remus was the piece of twine tied around his ankle, keeping him firmly on the ground.

“Sirius… what can I do?” Remus asked, quietly, desperately. He was so close – his face was inches away, but Sirius felt like he was isolated, untouchable, stuck floating between two planets, freezing and alone. “Sirius, how can I help you?” He was begging. Begging for something, even if Sirius didn’t quite know what, and–

I’m not scared. Make it stop. I’m never scared.

I’m never scared because I’m always fucking terrified.

Sirius pulled in a harsh, ragged breath, and it felt like inhaling for the first time in years. It shredded his lungs.

“I don’t know,” he sobbed, clenched fists pressed against weeping eyes – and Remus dragged him into his arms, sobbing, gasping, flinching as he was –

And that was that.

#wolfstar #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #marauders #oneshot #wolfstar oneshot #writing #fic #wolfstar fic #abuse #SA #harry potter oneshot

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hi! I know I've done this before, but I'm here for the open ships as long as you are alright with that! (if not feel free to just ignore this!) My pronouns are she/her, and I am bisexual! A bit about my personality would be that while I can act very serious, or get angry quite easily, I can also act a lot like a child and I love to talk to people about the things I'm passionate about, whether that be a hobby, a book, a character, or something they're doing! Probably my biggest hobby is writing, and I love to get warped into worlds of my creation, and I also love to pick out different outfits, especially for summer, I also love roller and ice skating and talking with friends! Whether that be texting, talking, or running through a mall with them and going through random shops for fun! A few things I dislike would probably be loud cafes, not being left alone, and people constantly badgering me about the same thing or people just using me.

Fandoms I am doing this for:

Stranger Things, Harry Potter (Marauders Era), I know this one isn't on the list but throne of Glass or Maze Runner (otherwise please feel free to do this for The 100, I don't want you to feel like you have to make exceptions or do a specific fandom)

Want to be shipped? Here be the instructions 🦋

For more reblogs I can do personalised headcanons, if you’d like <3 thank you for participating xxxx

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Leaders ⋆ Quick-thinkers ⋆ Heroic ⋆ Prefer certain company ⋆ Fierce

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Nancy Wheeler. I think you would be the type of couple that’s great at communication, loves to takl about the future and your dreams/desires. She would listen to you and reciprocate your passion.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Learning a particular language together so you can speak it whenever you want privacy

・Always there for each other

・I think her nickname/pet name for you would be honey but only when it’s the two of you

・Going to museums, galleries, skate rinks, seeing the latest movies

・She would definitely have your back and protect you, especially from anything to do with the Upside Down

・Can you just imagine Nancy in cute pajamas, snuggled up in bed, waiting for you to get in and cuddle her????

・Taking bubble baths together <3

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with James Potter; you would definitely bring a lot of joy into his life. I can also see you being good friends with Sirius, Remus and Peter (we have to include Peter because this is before the betrayal).

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You guys would have a complicated friendship, where neither of you wanted to admit to your feelings.

・It wasn’t until James stood up for you that you let those feelings overflow.

・You kissed him first. He was so shocked, that it took him a while before he could react.

・Spending a lot of time at his parents’ place. They absolutely adore you.

・Loves to make you laugh; he thinks it’s one of your best features. When you laugh at his jokes he feels like he’s floating on air

・Piggy back rides, hand holding, PDA (he really doesn’t care who may be around)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Thomas from the Maze Runner. I think you would have a really honest relationship where everything is on the table. It’s like a ride or die type of situation.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Brushing his hand against yours when you’re walking with the group

・Him telling Minho to back off whenever he gets too flirty with you

・Making sure that you’re alright, and that you’re safe. You’re always his first priority and makes sure you’re never alone

・Having a hard time explaining his feelings but getting there eventually

・Throwing hands whenever someone makes you uncomfortable

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secret-treasury · 3 years

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Dad!Sirius

little blurbs about sirius being the best dad ever. Also includes some sirius X reader, Marauders.

Babysitters

Atlas loves when Lily babysits them. He is just smitten with her and he especially likes her hair. She’ll hold him and he would just stare at her with awe. He would pull a little on her hair and would get pouty when told off for it, especially from James. He isn’t a fan of James' because he always takes Lily away from him at the end of the day and he doesn't like that, but eventually he’d grow to like him... a little.

Neo on the other hand enjoys hanging out with James. She follows him everywhere and wants to be with him when he does random things, she is like his little shadow. She gets pouty if she doesn’t get to play with his glasses and he always tells her to be careful with them so as to not break them. She has an attitude, she rolls her eyes at him. “Well… she's a pads kid alright!” he’d joke. To which she responds with an excited “Padtoot!” and laugh while running away with James' glasses to get her dog plushy.

Remus is however Neo's favorite babysitter and for one reason only. He has a beard and she loves beards and just wants to grab at them. Luckily both Sirius and Remus keep their beards trimmed short so there isn’t much for her to grab. Sirius did the prank on her where he hid the lower part of his face behind a towel, then when he revealed his clean shaven face, Neo was SO upset she wouldn’t stop crying. Whenever she saw him until his beard grew back she’d cry at the sight of him. When he finally had his beard back she had missed him so much. She’d have a similar reaction to remus shaving but milder. Neo loves hanging out with her uncles but daddy is still the best. Remus and Atlas get along great, atlas loves to sit in uncle Remy's lap while he reads, and most of the time he falls asleep, Atlas is a very cuddly and sleepy boy so it works out well.

Regulus is a decent babysitter but confuses the twins slightly when they are very young for the simple reason that he looks similar to their dad. Before they eventually learn the difference, he would be kind of an ‘imposter Sirius’ because they are aware that isn’t dad…. But he really looks like dad….

Bath time!

Both Neo and Atlas LOVE bath time, especially with their dad. They both just can’t stop laughing when Sirius makes himself a bubble beard and causes bubbles to fly everywhere when he talks. He’d create fun narratives with pirates and priateship and sea monsters.

The only thing Atlas doesn’t like about bath time is washing his hair, he cries so much because he doesn’t like getting shampoo in his eyes or when water runs down his face. Luckily Sirius is super gentle with him and makes sure he feels safe the whole time.

“Close your eyes” the little boy does as his father says and shuts his eyes really hard. Sirius puts some shampoo in his palm and rubs his hands together before massaging it into the boy’s hair. Atlas starts whining a little bit. “It’s alright buddy” sirius comforts. When it’s time to wash the shampoo out he gets pouty again. Sirius tells Atlas to lean his head back while he supports the little boy’s back with his hand.

“Are you keeping ‘em closed?”. Atlas nods and again focuses on keeping his eyes shut as hard as he can. “Here comes the water,” Sirius warns. He would never do anything to break his son’s trust, especially not for a laugh. All three of them sing a song together, usually some type of nursery rhyme, to help distract the little scared boy from the water.

Neo was easier to handle albeit a bit wild. She loved singing the song whilst water was running down her face and it sounded like she was underwater. She’d laugh a lot and then accidentally breath in some water. She’d be upset for a moment and cough a bit but in no time she’s singing happily again. Sirius often found himself singing nursery rhymes in the shower when he would wash his own hair, just a weird habit he had when the kids were little.

After bath time he would help them into their cute little bathrobes and then the two kids would run to their mama looking like little jawas. Sirius would join them moments later, clothes splashed with bathwater and bubbles still in his beard. He didn’t mind though.

Bedtime

Sirius would teach them to brush their teeth by themself as soon as possible. He would seat them on the bathroom counter, give them their little toothbrushes and portion out the tooth paste. Neo was the most troublesome in this area, she didn’t like brushing her teeth so he’d tell her an elaborate story of why she needs to brush her teeth. Unfortunately she didn’t believe him. Atlas did though and always pointed out that they need to brush their teeth every morning and evening like the sweet boy he is. Because of Neo's brother pestering her with the importance of brushing her teeth she’d do it. So it worked out for Sirius eventually… in a roundabout way.

After all the teeth had been brushed, including Sirius’, he set them back down on the floor and the twins rushed as fast as their little legs could carry them to their shared bedroom. Atlas would get his blankie and his deer plush that he got from auntie Lils when he was born. Neo would get a book and her very loved dog plushy also called padfoot or as she ‘padtoot’. They would wait for Sirius to join them and he would take a seat in the armchair they had in their little room, he would place the twins in his lap and they would get comfortable. Atlas would share his blankie and they would place their plushies in their laps getting ready for the bedtime story.

Sirius would read to them and also educate them on different topics, making the twins question what happened in the story and why. While also keeping it lighthearted and fun. He’d give the characters different voices, some were funny and some were silly. After they finished the story they would beg him to read another one and it would break his heart telling them no, but he knew they were exhausted and needed their sleep. “There will be another story tomorrow”

Puting Atlas to sleep was the easiest thing in the world. As soon as his head hit the pillow he would be asleep, holding onto his blankie and his plush. Sirius would pull the covers up and lovingly caress the boy’s cheek and place a kiss on his forehead wishing him goodnight.

Neo was more troublesome, she wanted Sirius to stay with her until she fell asleep. He’d tuck her in, kiss her forehead and also give ‘padtoot’ a goodnight kiss. Then he’d sit on the floor by her bed and caress her cheek til she fell asleep. Sometimes he’d fall asleep on the floor leaning onto the side of her bed.

Food habits

Atlas is a picky eater, veggies are his number one enemy and he’ll do anything to not eat them. Sirius understands this because he himself hated veggies when he was little although his punishments for not eating them was very uncalled for. It takes a lot of coaxing to get atlas to eat them and he is always the last one at the table. Sirius has tried everything but it's still a struggle.

“Just eat 3 more broccolis and a cauliflower, then you can go play” Sirius tried to convince the boy but he just shook his head and scrunched up his face in disgust. He couldn’t help but sigh at the cute but stubborn little boy. “Eat two and then we’ll go play afterwards, okay buddy?” Sirius tried to bargain. He saw a glimmer in the boy's eyes.

“You play too?” he asked hopefully and Sirius nodded. Atlas unwillingly picked up the fork and poked at the veggies. After a while he picked out the two smallest veggies and ate them one at a time. “Done!” he declared after forcing them down. Atlas slipped off the chair and rushed to join his siblings.

“Daddy will play with us” he cheered happily, veggies long forgotten. They spent most of the afternoon playing hide and seek. Atlas was the first to get tired and decided to hide under the covers in his parents bed. As he crawled under the covers Neo and Zagreus noticed his genius hiding spot and went to join him.

“Here I come!” Sirius called out as he began looking around the house. Not finding them in the usual hiding spots he began to feel worried even though they couldn’t possibly have left the house. When he passed the master bedroom he noticed 3 child sized lumps in his and his wife's bed. As he got closer he could hear some giggling. He carefully peeled up the covers to peek inside to see his pups. “I found you” he chuckled as he began scooping them up in his arms as they laughed and giggled happily.

When Y/N came home later that afternoon the house was quiet. The plates and cutlery, long forgotten on the kitchen table much to her annoyance. However, the sight she was greeted with in her bedroom of her husband and three little children sleeping together in a pile on the bed, tangled up in the covers and blankets. It was enough for her heart to swell with love.

Neo generally isn't a picky eater, she eats well and healthy meals. She does however love ice cream though. the strawberry, vanilla and chocolate mix also known as neapolitan ice cream. Neo is a tough girl to bargain with as she’s not as easily fooled as other children, but ice cream is her weakness and Sirius does occasionally use that to his advantage.

“Neo, sweetie. Please it’s time to sleep,” Sirius would almost beg as he was seated beside her bed on the floor, being as tired as he wished his daughter was.

“No.” Neo said stubbornly and crossed her arms over the covers. Sirius had tucked the children into bed almost half an hour ago and both boys were fast asleep and sailing off to dreamland. “I don’t want you to leave me daddy” she sniffled and her eyes were glossy with tears. Overwhelmed by emotions she suddenly sat up and threw her little arms around her fathers neck, holding him tight. His arm wrapped around her little body and he caressed the back of her little head with his free hand. He remembered feeling a similar feeling when he was very little. When his mother seemed to love him.

“Of course I won't leave you, puppy.” he said comfortingly as his heart ached in his chest. Neo pulled back to look at him, tears running down her chubby little cheeks. her hands still on his shoulders and her fingers played with his long dark hair.

“Promise me daddy” she demanded with another sniffle. Her words tore him apart within.

“I won’t leave you, ever.” he promised. He knew it was a lie, that one day he would have to leave her alone on this earth, even though it seemed far til then. He dried the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “Now go to sleep sweetie”

“Only if I get ice cream for breakfast” she argued back with a little giggle as he crawled back under the covers. Sirius tucked her into bed once again.

“Not for breakfast, but sometime tomorrow we can have ice cream, okay?” he said and poked her nose gently and giggled along with her. She lifted her little hand and held out her pinky.

“And strawberries” she said as Sirius wrapped his larger pinky around her little one. It wasn’t strawberry season, Neo knew that but she cleverly made him promise her to get her favourite fruit too. He couldn’t simply go back on a pinky swear.

“And strawberries,” Sirius sighed with a smile on his lips. His little girl was so clever, he knew he got it from her mother but the way she used it, that was all him.

Zagreus eats pretty much anything even if he doesn't like it. He accidentally took a bite of a bar of soap once. It was shaped as a cinnamon bun and the poor boy thought it was real.

“Dad?” he said as he pulled on his fathers sleeve. The potters were over for dinner and Sirius was out on the porch chatting with James over a cold beer.

“What is it boy?” he said and crouched down to the little boy's level. The boy looked puzzled and showed his father the cinnamon bun soap with a child sized bit in it.

“This bun tastes weird, dad.” James couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Ah, oh it’s not a cinnamon bun, boy” sirius tried to explain but the boy looked at the bun soap and up at his father again convinced that his father was indeed mad. Sirius couldn’t hold back a chuckle “It’s soap.. In the shape of a bun”

“Oh…” Zagreus said finally trying to make sense of his odd food experience. Sirius ruffled the boy's hair. “Here” the boy said and gave Sirius the bun and then wandered off back into the house.

On Sundays it's always pancake or waffle Sunday at the Black’s house and the pups demand having their favorite fruit as a side. Atlas does a lot better with fruits and Sirius takes whatever wins he can get with the boy honestly. Blueberries are Atlas’ favourite fruit or well berry. However he doesn’t like fake fruit flavours in fact he hates them almost as much as he hates his sworn enemy... veggies.

Neo of course enjoys the sweet strawberries and often gets her way which means ice cream instead of whipped cream.

Zagreus loves pomegranates which doesn’t really go well with either pancakes or waffles but he is determined to have it anyway.

#sirius black fluff #sirius black #dad!sirius #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius x reader #the marauders #james potter #remus lupin #regulus black #lily evans #lily potter #sirius fluff #sirius imagine #sirius blurb #sirius black blurb #sirius black headcanon

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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can you do a young sirius black x reader fic where the reader gets kidnapped and tortured by death eaters and sirius rescues the reader and comforts and takes care of the reader?

Hii! Thank you for the request, I didn’t go much into the description of getting tortured (sorry). I hope you like it! xoxo

One Where He Rescues You [ S.B ]

Word count: 1.6k

[ Warnings: GN reader, kidnapping, bruises and blood, violence, bathing, non-sexual undressing, kissing, words such as “baby” and “pup” ]

A bright white light was seen flashing under the door where you sat, ankles and wrists bound by tight itchy rope. Your eyes downcast, fighting to stay awake to see what the communion was.

You heard the frantic yelling of men, thudding footsteps and the yanking of the doorknob. You let out a long sob, your tears mixing with the thick red blood. You have no strength to even try and scramble out of the ropes, your wrist and ankles burning with bruises.

A silent curse was sent at the locked door, Sirius looking around with worried eyes. His eyes slanted in anger, hair sprawled out in thick mounds. His eyes caught your wounded figure, a sad smile on his face as he let out a silent cry knowing you were okay.

You blurred for a moment before you saw his body in front of yours. He took your face in his gentle hands, you let out a painful whimper, his hands grazing your open flesh.

"Oh baby, Shh it's okay, it's okay," Sirius coo's, tears in his eyes as he fiddled with the rope. He throws them to the side, wiping his eyes with his sleeve as he takes a shaky breath. "You're okay, I won't let them hurt you anymore," he states in a hurry, eyes flashing to you.

You see James come bursting through the doorway, seeing Sirius hunched over your tired body. James lets out his own relieved breath, turning back to the hallway as he flashes a curse towards an unknown death eater.

"Are they okay, pads?" James calls out, moving his wand as he steps more in the hall. Sirius calls back quickly, more focused on getting you safe. When your eyes start to close and you don't respond to his simple frantic questions, he starts to worry.

"No no, keep your eyes open pup," He rambles, his hand in your hair before lifting you up into his chest. You can't even cling onto him, your arms too exhausted. Sirius curses to himself as he sees you pass out, moving out to the hallway as James and Sirius escape through the back.

—-

When you awoke, you were safe in your shared bed. You feel an ache in your wrists and ankles, stern bandages wrapped around them to hide them from view. Your fingertips rise and touch your scarred face, touching the band-aids that shielded them. You let out a loud sob, sensitive from the aftershock.

Sirius walked through the door with a glass of water, seeing you awake and scared. He jolted over to you, placing the cup down as his hands gently held your face.

"Oh baby, Shh it's okay. It's all over now," He coos, trying to wipe the running tears. He sits on the bed, bringing you to his chest as his hand rubs your back gently. "You're okay, you're okay,"

With the constant reminders of your safety, you let out relieved sobs and breaths. Clutching onto him for dear life, your body aches. You pull away with a sniffle, tears drying on your reddened face. You take a long look at Sirius, glad to finally be reunited with him. You notice his own glossy eyes, obvious tears stained on his face.

"I'm sorry," you cry, holding his face in your cracked fingers. You hold back the tears, breaths heavy and deep as you try to calm down. Sirius takes a sorrowed look, shaking his head.

"Don't apologize, s'not your fault," he says, a small smile ghosting his face. He was so relieved to have you back, he wouldn't know what he would do if you didn't come home with him.

"You came and saved me," you mumble, his smile contagious as you lean forward and press a long kiss to his lips. It wasn't a heated sweet kiss, it was just a small reminder that you both still had each other.

"I'll always come and save you," Sirius whispers, his lips coming to kiss your cheek. He pulls you back to his chest, his nose buried in your hair. He pushes back a cry, trying not to startle you.

"Can we have some tea?" You asked, your throat dry and swollen. Sirius kissed your head before lifting you with ease, holding you in his strong grip, he was too afraid to let you go. “Of course, Marlene gave me some herbs for this. It’s supposed to help numb the ache,” Sirius explains, carrying you out to your shared kitchen.

“Will James and Remus visit? What about lily?” You ask as Sirius props you up on the counter, Sirius pulls away just a bit, his hands on either side of you.

“I told them to come by tomorrow, I want you to rest up first,” Sirius explains, his hand coming up to tilt your chin. He leans down and plants a sweet kiss on your mouth, not minding the slight taste of dried blood.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, giving you another kiss. He didn’t want to waste the time he had.

“I’m bandaid up, how can you even tell?” You ask while Sirius starts to buzz around the kitchen, filling up a kettle as he places it on the burner.

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re pretty,” Sirius says, using a quick charm to instantly heat the water. You scrunch your nose, not understanding. Sirius laughs, kissing your forehead as he mixes in the herbs. He gets out two cups, filling them to the brim. Steam rolls from the new position, making you sigh at the familiarness.

“Alright, drink up,” he chimes, passing you the cup. You hold the warm mug, blowing on before bringing it to your lips. The smooth texture soothes your throat instantly, making you hum and lean back against the cupboard.

Sirius watches with love, rubbing your thigh before taking a drink as well.

“I wanted to wait for you to wake up before I bathed you,” Sirius says, watching as you finish the healing tea. You nod, arms wrapping around his neck as he picks you up once more. He takes you to the bathroom, setting you down once more on the closed toilet seat.

“Do you want some bubbles?” He asked, turning on the faucet as hot water filled the tub. You nod, reaching for the pink container as you pass it to him. Sirius smiles, kissing your knuckles as he opens and splashes the mixture in the bath.

“Alright, I have to take these off,” Sirius warns, motioning to your bandages, you look towards the side, afraid to see your bruised skin. “I know pup, I’ll be quick and then we can get you all nice and clean,”

Sirius takes a breath to calm himself, crouching down so he can take off the bandages on your ankle. He kisses your knee, undoing the white fabric. He does the same to the other ankle, clearing his throat. Sirius felt angry at the wounds, only wanting to harm the person that did this to you.

Sirius moves to your wrists, being gentle as he unravels the bandages. Your eyes scan your raw skin, an uncertain expression on your face. These wounds would leave scars and the thought scared you.

“Sirius, m’ so ugly,” you say, tears in your waterline as you look at your wrists. You peer down towards your ankles, seeing the same exact wounds. Sirius shakes his head, tilting your head up so you can focus on his eyes.

“No pup, just another thing to love about you. Shows me how strong you really are,” Sirius explains, love in his eyes as he rubs away a tear. He hugs you firm but soft, making sure to not apply too much pressure. He rubs your back, letting you express grief for a moment.

“I love you, Sirius,” You mumble into his shoulder, kissing his shirt before pulling away. “I love you too pup,”

“I’m going to take the band-aids off, it might hurt but I’ll be quick,” Sirius says, rubbing your shoulder before bringing his hands to the big bandaid on your forehead. He tears it away making you wince and tug away from his touch.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he expresses, tugging another one off with a quick swoop. You sigh, nodding as he finally pulls off the last one. “Okay, you’re all done. Let’s get you undressed and clean,”

He undressed you quickly, eyes scanning your skin to make sure there aren't any other wounds he missed. With his conclusion, he pulls you up and plops you gently into the bubble bath.

The warm water instantly makes you whimper, sinking into the tub as you let the water clean and soften your aching skin. Sirius brushes your hair, placing kisses on your face.

He picks up the movable shower head, cleaning your hair as he soaks it for cleaning. He applies some shampoo (the expensive kind, since Sirius Black could only supply you with the best products), his fingertips pushing into your trigger points on your skull. You groan in relief, leaning completely into him.

Sirius chuckles, washing out the shampoo as he grabs for the conditioner. He apples it graciously, letting it sit as he works on cleaning your skin. He picks up a soft cloth, washing with the bubbles to clean you from dirt. He was very careful around your wounds.

“Thank you siri,” you mumble, the detachable showerhead washing through your hair once again. Sirius cleans away the conditioner, kissing your wet cheek. “I’m only taking care of you pup,”

“Do you want to rest in the bath for a bit more?” Sirius asks, massaging your aching shoulders. You nodded, shoulders relaxing from his generous touch. “Yes please,” you whisper.

“Okay, I’m going to go pick out some comfy clothes and make you a small snack,” Sirius says, lifting your chin up so he can give you a small departing kiss. You nod, pulling him back down for another kiss before he disappears out to the kitchen. You smile, sinking back into the tub as you feel a sense of protectiveness.

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ghostofbambifanfiction · 3 years

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Part 1 of ?????

Started writing this fic a while ago and then lost faith in it. Should I continue? Feel bad for not posting much lately so I thought I'd share this. Read on and weigh in.

COME OUT TONIGHT

You don't have to fucking shout?

Said the pot to the kettle?

Oh you grandmother The caps were an accidental by-product of voice-to-text Blame Siri if you're going to blame anyone

You have a Samsung Galaxy S20.

HAD. It got smashed. Worst luck. Listen, come out with me tonight.

Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm tired!

https://www.boots.com/wellness/vitaminsandsupplements/vitamins-supplements-shop-by-ingredient/echinacea

Hah (indifferent)

Just come out with me! Isaac has to go see some godawful student performance of the Antigone in wherever the fuck Chichester is and it's Sirius's flatmate's birthday party so I have to go and I don't know any of his weird mates

You don't HAVE to go.

Have to/want to Semantics

I'm not in a birthday party mood. I'm having a stressful week. My arse has been tense since Tuesday.

I will wade into the deep and massage your arse if I have to, just come It's a swank pad in Belgravia! I bet they'll have all sorts of expensive nibbles!

I read that as expensive nipples.

Those too!

Partying it up with the children of wealthy Tories. Sounds super fun.

Just come out with me, for fuck I'll pick you up at 7 and we can steal their silverware if it's boring as the grave

URGH I'll go but I'm NOT dressing up!

You don't have to dress up!

FINE!

take the drawings down please i'm begging you i'm actually begging you

Nah mate

siriusssssssss pleeeeeease

Nah

PLEASE

Nah

PLEASE ffs it's MY birthday!!!! there are going to be PEOPLE there! standing around! AT EYE LEVEL

I don't see what the problem is.

EVERYONE will see what the problem is! they literally will not be able to IGNORE what the problem is!

Sounds like a recipe for lively discussion to me tbh

that is NOT what i want people talking about at my birthday!

If I take them down, I'll have to take all the nails out and that'll leave nail marks all over the walls. It would be unsightly.

MORE UNSIGHTLY THAN YOUR DICK, SIRIUS?

My dick is bewitching.

DIE

She walks in expecting to find herself the infiltrator of a Made in Chelsea/Royal Ascot/Henley Regatta netherworld, filled with a gaggle of giggling, SW-postcode socialites wielding suspiciously powder-edged Harrods Amex cards in the place of horses and boats, but that's not what actually greets her on the other side of the lacquered front door.

What greets her is really quite ordinary.

Aside from the naked drawings of Kingsley's mate, which aren't.

Otherwise, the whole affair is pretty relaxed. People her age are clustered in their small groups, swigging beers. There's a table of oven-heated party foods, salty snacks and rapidly depleting ramekins of guac. She spies more band shirts than there are dress shirts. There's a round of Fortnite in full swing on the TV.

It's all just...startlingly normal. A normal birthday party.

And that's sort of embarrassing, really.

Where are all the visible Tory toffs, she wonders? Where is the braying laughter? The Eton alumni reunion? The glimpse of hunting-happy tweed and shotgun barrels as a coat cupboard door swings shut? Where's the indelible air of sneering superiority, of "we're richer and more privileged and better than you, so fuck the NHS and death to foxes!" that she'd been expecting? There's a fucking Henry Hoover in the corner of the hall, for Christ's sake. Lily came here to smile through her teeth at them all, to listen to the champagne problems privilege that bubbled from their lips and tell herself that she was the one who knew better, who thought better. Her plain white tee and skinny jeans and scuff-toed, high-top trainers were supposed to be a statement, a subtle setting-apart, but she's not even the most underdressed person in the room.

She pre-judged a house full of people. What's that about?

There's a lesson to be found in this. Perhaps.

James covered all of the dicks in Paw Patrol stickers that he bought from the newsagent on his way home from his mum's, but Sirius peeled them all off while he was taking a soothing lavender bath, so what's the bloody point in birthdays anyway?

It's early in the evening, and he's wedged—against his will—between the dining room bar and Shane Ruttle, who has just pointed at one of the many lamentable dicks and asked, "Is this one of yours?" which James kind of wants to thump him for. It's bad enough that he looks like a madman who stuffed his house with naked drawings of his brother, now people are actually assuming that he drew the damn things, even though most of the compositions are appallingly far beneath his skill level. He's a professional illustrator, for the love of god, and Shane is really standing before him like the posturing prick he is, asking him if he's the one who drew Sirius with one arm disproportionately longer than the other.

He knows that he should cheer up.

It is his birthday. There is cake.

Good cake, too, not the kind that gets buried in too-thick fondant that he has to pick off before he can eat what's underneath.

The problem is, there's also a party, and his friends are his friends, Peter and Sirius included, and Peter and Sirius can both get drunk much faster than James can. When Peter and Sirius get drunk, serious injuries tend to follow, Remus tends to fuck off in a flash and James tends to be the one who calls for an ambulance or mothers them back to health—physical, mental or otherwise. He has just turned twenty-six, and these repeated, drunkenly dramatic medical emergency scenes are starting to wear a little thin.

Can't a man get comfortably drunk and have a laugh at his own birthday party?

No, he can't, because Peter's already halfway to trashed, wobbling unsteadily towards the French doors that lead to the terrace, wearing that look on his face that says I'm definitely going to vomit or maybe even shit myself like I did on that one night we all spent in Munich with the Belgian handball team and the creepy tour guide who couldn't keep his sleazy hands to himself. For the sake of sparing the lawn such a punishment, James hastily removes himself from Shane, grabs Peter by the collar, shoves him in the direction of the downstairs loo and retreats to the safety of the living room, where there are, at least, no naked drawings of Sirius gracing the walls.

Most of the people in here are transfixed by Saffy Stephens, who is down to the last three in her Fortnite game and cursing like a sailor, but there are a small pile of birthday cards on the end table where James and Sirius normally keep their keys. He perches on the sofa arm, sets his half-drunk beer bottle on the carpet, pushes his dark, disheveled hair away from his forehead and begins leafing through them. It's a necessity when one lives with Sirius, who thinks nothing of swiping gift cards when the mood strikes him and he's had enough to drink.

They're mostly from his female friends, and all pretty standard, until he reaches the middle of the pile and finds a card bearing a picture of a moustached tabby and the caption: Have a Purr-fect Birthday!

The inscription inside is written in a lovely, swirling hand.

To Jasper/Jack/Jason/maybe Ja Rule?/J-something idk

(see above: everything I've learned about you from the friend* I came here with, verbatim)

(*who can't remember your name)

Happy Birthday! Thank you for (not) specifically inviting me, a stranger, to your party to celebrate this momentous event in your life. Please enjoy this festive card/social nicety/convention from me to you. My friend brought rum which you may prefer.

I'll be around. Not that you'll know.

James lowers the card and twists on the sofa arm at once, eyes darting around the room in search of its author, as if they might be laying in wait to watch him read it and see how he reacts. Nobody appears to have ducked behind the couch, however, so the situation merits further scrutiny.

Obviously, he needs to meet this person.

A mystery! At his birthday party!

He perks right up after that.

She's coming out of the downstairs loo when a short, blonde man in a garish Hawaiian shirt barrels past her and pukes all over the chequerboard tiled floor, narrowly missing her jeans.

"Oh no," he moans into his wet hands. "Oh no—"

"There there, mate," says Lily consolingly, never one to judge somebody for getting drunk early at a party. She pats him on the back before squeezing past him and rejoining Kingsley, who is standing in one of this meandering Georgian house's many hallways, chatting to a bloke in a houndstooth sweater vest and holding two glasses of something very, very sparkly that she must try at once.

"It's like...it's like everything and nothing at the same time," Houndstooth Bloke is saying when Lily draws close, gesturing to a huge canvas painting of a rain-soaked fairground at night.

"Is it?" Kingsley asks.

"Mmm. Very." Houndstooth shakes his shoulders like he's slipping out of a robe. "Meant to be esoteric, I suppose."

That sounds suspiciously like pretentious bullshit to Lily, who doesn't find the concept of a merry looking fairground all that difficult to absorb. Kingsley knows more about the art world than she does, but he must agree with her assessment because he grunts and shoves her glass into her hand when she stops beside him, and more roughly than she deserves, as if she's the one who landed him in this mess of a conversation to begin with.

Trust him to find himself stuck with the only dick (not etched by a 4B Steadtler graphite pencil) in the building, and trust her to be stuck with the person who got himself stuck with King.

"What are we talking about?" she asks brightly, just to fuck with him.

"Drink your champagne, there's a good little hen," King mutters, his teeth clenched together, hallway lights bouncing off the smoothly waxed dome of his bald head.

"We've been discussing this piece." Houndstooth nods to the painting, but his limpid eyes narrow on Lily's face. "Christ, you're very redheaded, aren't you?"

It's decided. She'll wait 'til Houndstooth is drunk and trip him up with Henry Hoover's hose.

"Ergo soulless, yes," she agrees.

"And you...enjoy that?" he asks, as if being redheaded is her profession.

"Very much, thanks."

"Hmmp. Well. I came here with Saffron," he announces, pronouncing it Sef-ron. As if Lily is supposed to know who that is. "Platonically, of course. Actually, we're some sort of cousins, I think. What do you think the artist is trying to convey?"

He's very pointedly asking her, so Lily blinks at the painting, her eyes on the outstretched arm of a child on the carousel.

"I like the pretty colours," she decides aloud.

"Right," says Houndstooth, "but that's not—"

"And the lights, too. The lights are really pretty."

"But—"

"I love funfairs, actually," she brightly continues, finding a strange satisfaction in playing dumb in front of Houndstooth and his overbleached fade. Although she does really like the colours. "Haven't been to one in years!"

"Yes, good, whatever, but what is the artist trying to convey?"

"What artist?" comes a voice from behind them.

Lily glances over her shoulder and finds herself looking up at the man whose penis she's spent the past thirty minutes avoiding eye contact with, though he is taller, better proportioned and infinitely more beautiful than any of those crudely drawn depictions could possibly convey. He is also beplumed and bejewelled like a pirate, wearing a sumptuous velvet jacket over a loose white shirt, numerous rings on his fingers and an assortment of silver chains around his slender neck, while his grey eyes and elegantly high-set cheekbones are framed by a tumble of black hair that genuinely looks like silk.

The man is so beautiful, in fact, that Lily immediately wonders why he's been taking sketches home from the life drawing class that he and Kingsley pose for—hence their acquaintance and Lily's presence at this party—when nothing she's seen tonight has done him any justice.

Most happily, his penis is tucked safely out of sight.

"Alright, Sirius?" says King.

"Alright, Marvel?" Sirius claps a hand to the taller man's massive shoulder. Kingley's muscles bulge in a way that cannot be hidden by modern habiliments. "What are we talking about?"

"Not much." Houndstooth looks put out by the arrival of yet another person. "We were just mesmerised by this piece."

Lily refrains from gesturing to the painting with both hands and a "ta-dah!" choosing instead to sip her champagne.

It's very good champagne. Mmm. Yes.

"Oh, yeah, it's really something," Sirius agrees. He brushes past Kingsley and runs a finger over the illegible squiggle of a signature on the canvas. His nails are beautifully manicured. "Local guy, young up-and-comer. I assume you've heard of Algernon?" he asks Houndstooth, fixing him with a steely-eyed stare.

"Er, yes." Houndstooth's gaze slides from Sirius to the painting. "I know him."

Sirius's eyebrows lift. "Know him personally?"

"Well—"

"That's so weird, I heard he never speaks to people."

Houndstooth chews on the inside of his cheek, weighing up the challenge. "How…funny."

"Funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, I know I've spoken to him before, and since you've bought his painting I assumed that you'd have—"

"That is funny, actually," Sirius interrupts, "because the artist is my brother, and Algernon is the name of his cat."

Kingsley has been tugging on his earring and almost rips it out of his ear as his body convulses, champagne spraying from his nostrils, while an alarming red flush sweeps across Houndstooth's face and he begins to sputter on his own self-importance. Sirius has clearly decided that he's done with all of that noise, however, because he turns back to Lily instead, looking her up and down with great and sudden interest.

"Who's this then?" he asks Kingsley, cocking his head to one side. "James's present?"

The champagne glass swings down and Lily fixes him with a deadpan stare. "Excuse me?"

Sirius slants a grin at Kingsley, a quick flash of teeth. "This one's queenly, isn't she?"

Kingsley wipes his nose with the back of his hand and laughs again. "Hardly."

"This is Primark, mate," Lily retorts, tugging on her t-shirt.

"Queenliness is a state of mind," says Sirius, "not a state of wardrobe."

"You had me marked down as a prostitute not ten seconds ago."

"Oh, that. I was only joking," he sighs, and grips her arm at the elbow, his long fingers cool against her skin. "But still, you're far too attractive to stand here talking to this clown. Come with me and I'll find you someone better."

James's friends are useless.

And drunk. Useless and drunk—or sort of drunk, in Saffy's case. Remus is certainly already pissed, but Remus is on meds so often that he drinks but once in a blue moon. One cocktail is usually enough to set him off, and he's been hard at the gin since he turned up with Peter at six.

"I don't know anyone with those initials," Saffy declares, once she has read, examined and even sniffed the birthday card for clues. "Except for Lisa Edelstein."

"Who's Lisa Edelstein?"

"Cuddy from House," says Remus, lowering the negroni from which he has been drinking deeply.

James pulls a face. "What the fuck is a Cuddy?"

"Oh, actually, it could mean le?" Remus suggests.

"Yes!" Saffy points at him like he might be onto something. "Like the French word for the?"

"Exactly, like—"

"It doesn't mean that!" James interrupts, unwilling to allow such profanity in his home. "That doesn't make sense, why would somebody sign their name as the?"

"Now you're asking me to explain how French people think?" says Saffy derisively, adjusting her bra strap beneath that burnt orange waistcoat she loves, the one that makes her look like she's directing a pornographic movie in the 70s when she pairs it with her tortoiseshell-framed aviators. It clashes wildly with her electric blue buzz-cut. "Am nooooo drunk enough for that."

"They could be one of those one word moniker pop stars, I suppose," Remus pipes up, smiling slyly. "You know, like Madonna?"

They think James doesn't realise that they're taking the piss out of him, but neither of them are sober enough to attempt their gambit with any kind of subtlety or grace.

"You know that's actually her real Christian name?" says Saffy.

Remus turns towards her with interest. "What, Madonna?"

"Yeah!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Saffy repeats. "I thought it couldn't possibly be her real name because, I mean, Madonna, yeah? But then I looked it up and apparently that's the name her mummy gave her, just goes to show—"

"I'm sorry," James interrupts, "but is Madonna relevant to this conversation?"

"Yes, always," says Saffy.

"She's an international pop megastar," Remus seconds.

James stares at his friend incredulously. "Drinking really chips away at your wit, y'know?"

"Does it?" Remus grins lazily and jiggles his cocktail in the air. "Oh, well, I'm negronly joking."

Saffy does a spit-take without the spit and clings helplessly to Remus's shoulder as she laughs, knees buckling, bangles tinkling, but James fights his own urge to start snickering.

"It's not that funny," he lies, and Remus eyes him with an alarmingly teacher-like shrewdness, despite the tellingly intoxicated flush that has crept into his thin, freckled face.

James's love of puns is tragically well known.

"You didn't get it." Remus points at his drink. His speech is starting to slur. "This is a negroni, what I said was—"

"Yeah, I got that part, I just—"

"Jesus fuck, look at her!" Saffy suddenly hisses, staggering sideways into Remus and sending him into the wall in a flurry of giggles—Remus giggling?—her voice hushed and urgent. "Who the hell is that?!"

James does look, following the direction of Saffy's gaze. Sirius has just entered the living room, casually clutching the elbow of a……

……goddess.

An actual. Like. Goddess.

A goddess. In James's house. In his living room. In the place where he eats his chocolate boulder cereal and rewatches Scrubs (even season 9, which is hilarious, and very unfairly disparaged by Joe Public) on Saturday mornings.

She's a goddess. A real one, and cleverly disguised as a mortal, sure, with her slouchy white t-shirt and her big hoop earrings and her light blue jeans that are torn at the knees, wearing her shoulder-length red hair half up, half down and slightly messy, but that doesn't hide what she is.

"Oh my god," he murmurs. His heart is pounding all of a sudden, which is so...utterly bloody stupid, but Saffy's right, bloody look at her, Jesus fuck.

"Surely she can't be with Sirius?" Saffy murmurs back.

"No, she—" He watches Sirius lean down to mutter something in the redhead's ear. A ghost of a laugh flits across her beautiful face. "She's not his—he isn't—"

"D'you think—"

"No, I—"

"Good," says Saffy firmly. She lets go of Remus and rises, lengthening her spine. It is a battle stance of some sort, presumably. "Because I saw her first."

"No!" James cries, wounded, and the redhead shoots him a curious look with a pair of eyes that are startlingly emerald green, even from all the bloody way over here. He spins to face Saffy and lowers his voice, face burning. "It's my house!"

"What are you arguing here, ownership rights?"

"No but it—it's my birthday!" James retorts, jabbing at his own chest. "And, actually, and—"

"It's in the bloody post!"

"—you didn't get me a present!" he finishes in triumph, not that he knows what he's arguing for, because the likelihood is that his tongue will glue itself to the roof of his mouth if he even dares to look in her direction one more time. "Plus I set you up with Vanya Petrich, with whom, as I recall, you enjoyed four years—"

"Stop throwing that in my face!"

"—four blissful years—"

"Is it my fault that you've never fancied any girl I've set you up with?!"

"—promised me an Easter ham for setting you up with her and I never got it—"

"So now you'll trade a woman for a ham?" Saffy accuses, though her face is too lit up, her brown eyes too crinkled at the corners—she's having fun with this and she isn't going to fool him and she knows it. "That's so low, even—"

"Don't start with that," James scathingly cuts in. "You offered me Sean Connery's autograph for Bonnie Grogan's number—"

"Which you never gave me!"

"Because you forged the bloody signature!"

"And now she's bloody married!"

"Yeah, well, Isabella wouldn't give me a counterfeit present, would she?" he retorts, and Saffy lets her shoulders drop, smirking. "This is pointless, Saf, we can't—"

"She's just left with Sirius," Remus informs them, and burps.

#Jily #Part 1 #Of 3?#Honestly I just wanted to give you guys a treat

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imagine. | james potter

thank u, next x marauders

alexa, play imagine by ariana grande

pairing: james potter x reader

summary: your boyfriend takes you on a day of wonder and comfort

word count: 3,006

warnings: non sexual nudity ig?? just a lot of fluff

a/n: thank you so much for 50 followers! all the support from you guys is crazy. i appreciate every single like, reblog, and comment. here’s a piece that i put my heart and soul into so i hope you all love it as much as i do. - kennedy

***

“Alright darling, now remember, no peeking, ‘mkay?”

With James’ hands covering my eyes, he guided me through the halls of the deserted castle. He spoke barely above a whisper, keeping his voice down so it didn’t echo throughout the corridors.

I was a bit surprised this morning to be woken up before the sun had risen. Even yet, no birds had started their usual choir. It was early, too early. Not even Remus would wake up this early, so it was odd this morning to be woken up by a cheery looking James.

Somehow, James had found the counter jinx that normally prohibited any boy to come up to the girl’s dormitories, which I hadn’t known until I felt the lulling voice of my boyfriend singing me awake at four in the morning, the pads of his fingers tenderly brushing stray hairs away from my restful face. Soft lips brushed down onto my glabella, humming a gentle tune.

“Good morning beautiful.”

I pressed some sort of agreeing sound past my lips and moved closer to James, wrapping my arm around his torso, nuzzling my head into his stomach. Laughter escaped his mouth, cupping my cheek with his hand, trying to pull me away from him, but I put up a fight, smacking his hand away.

“I want to show you something.”

Intrigued, I opened one of my eyes incredulously, letting it adjust to my sights. It was definitely early morning, with slits of moonlight still peering through the sheer curtains of the dormitories. Everyone else in the room was still sleeping peacefully, soft snores rhythmically keeping everyone asleep.

Staring right at me was the love of my life, my one and only, my boyfriend, James Fleamont Potter. In the moonlight, his bright hazel eyes dazzled, showing the flecks of his green and blue hues. His round glasses sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose, making it too easy for me to take them in my hands and place them over my own eyes. It was a little blurry but I could see James’ pouting playfully.

“Why would you do that? Now I can’t see your beautiful face.” A bright rouge tinted my cheeks as he said that, an impulse to bury my embarrassment following suit. Taking back his glasses, I could clearly see a smile creeping on his lips making me ask the age old question:

What’s gotten him so happy?

“I want to show you something.” James repeated, putting his hand over mine, helping me into a sitting position so I could really see what was going on.

James looked like he had been awake for a while, essence of energy flickering in his eyes. He was fully dressed in clothes that looked to be sticky to his body. His glistening body.

“Jamie, are you sweating?” I asked, placing my hand to his forehead, concerned. I wasn’t sure if it was the heat or the heat of the moment, but his face was glowing pink, and I only just noticed now his racing heartbeat.

“I’ve been up all morning working on something.” He cheeked, placing another gentle kiss on my cupid’s bow. “Now get up, I want to show you something.”

Eventually, I gave in, swinging my legs around the side of my bed. Dazed, I reached from my dressing gown to drape over my nightdress, as I wasn’t sure how chilly it would be outside of the common room. As silently as I could, I followed my doting boyfriend from my bedroom and through the sleeping portrait of the Fat Lady, leading up to where we are now.

“Can I open my eyes now?” I pleaded, a whimper leaving my throat as James pulled us around another corner. I had already accidentally trodden on James’ toes one too many times and I was itching to know where we were.

“Keep your eyes shut for me, alright?” James whispered into my ear, a chill running down my spine as I nodded compliantly. The initial heat of James’ hands left me face and I felt empty, even more when I heard his feet shuffling away. Using my hearing, I tried to figure out what he was doing, as he walked away from me then back towards me.

Was he pacing?

My thoughts were answered when I heard what sounded like a block of cinder moving, the rustle of rock rubbing together snapping me into my senses. Then, I heard the creaking of a door opening and I realised where we were: The Room of Requirement.

To some, it was a myth, an urban legend, but I knew it was real, as the marauders had planned their fair shares of pranks in that room. I smiled, wondering what James had gotten up to last night and why he was dragging me here at a ridiculous hour in the morning.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now sweetheart.” Greedily, I opened my eyes and took in the astonishing surroundings. The room had turned into an eloquent bedroom, with a blush king size bed up against the wall. In the corner was a closed off area with a sheer curtain keeping it hidden. An aroma of fresh linen and warm vanilla filled the room as I stepped further in. A vinyl player was set near the middle of the room, playing some quiet music to set the mood. Up against the player was a bunch of couches and a table, which seemed to be holding a plethora of different fruits and pastries.

I bee-lined for the bed though, diving into the blankets and duvet, sinking into the mattress, sighing in content. James followed behind, peeling off his shoes and over layer of his clothes, stripping into a more comfortable option. Together, we pulled the blankets over the bed, ready to go back to sleep.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, my love.” James hummed, pulling me close to his side so I could snuggle further into his torso. His heart beat soothed me, calming me down enough to pull me into a deep slumber in the arms of my one true love.

***

When I woke, James was already awake, playing with the ends of my hair, mesmerised. As he noticed I was waking, he kissed my forehead lovingly, tightening his grip around me, cuddling me more.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, his raspy morning voice sending a flush to my cheeks. I straightened up to him, placing a kiss directly to his lips.

“Of course, but I would also like to know what all this is for too.” I questioned, palming the edge of his shirt over in my hands, my fingers brushing over his bare stomach.

“We can talk over breakfast.” Taking my hand, he hoisted both of us out of the covers and guided me over to the couches, making sure I was sitting comfortably before going into an enchanted refrigerator to bring out some food. Even though refrigerators are typically cold places, two steaming plates of waffles and berries emerged from the fridge, with a smiling man carrying them over.

Hungrily, I took a plate from my boyfriend and started cutting into the sweet food, placing a piece into my mouth and chewing slowly, watching James from the corner of my eyes, who hadn’t stopped grinning since I had woken up.

“So,” I started, swallowing my mouthful, “what’s all this for?” James cocked an eyebrow but I continued dutifully. “I mean, it’s just a random Saturday morning and you surprised me with all this, and I’m-” I couldn’t even find the words to describe how I felt at the moment. The adoration I had for my boyfriend was too much.

“NEWT season is over and I know how much you’ve been stressing over these exams. I just wanted one weekend for you to distance yourself from the real world. I wanted to do something for you, because you mean so much to me, and I love you more than I can even imagine.”

“I can imagine a lot.” I giggled, placing a sour berry on my tongue.

“Oh?” James challenged, licking his lips, a million thoughts running through his head. “What else can you imagine?”

I thought about that for a while, taking another bite out of the crisp waffle on my plate, before speaking up again. “I can imagine us taking a bubble bath together, like what we did on our first date, do you remember?”

“How could I forget? There were bubbles everywhere! I could never imagine how messy it would turn out but, oh well.”

“We can imagine it now.” I smiled, a silence settling between us as we finished off our breakfast. Taking sneaky glances at James while eating, I saw the way his eyes were moving, like his brain was working overtime. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. I’m in love with that man.

After a while, when both the plates had been cleared, James cleared his throat, speaking once again. “We don’t have to imagine anymore. Follow me.”

My eyes lit up as I traipsed behind James to the corner of the room. He peeled back the curtain to reveal a full bathtub, warm soapy water coming off of it in swirling vapours. Hues of different liquids poured into the tub in thick streams, mixing together.

It was exactly like our first date, when James and I had broken into the prefect’s bathroom and bathed in all the different baths they had. The memories that it brought back welled tears up in my eyes, my hand wiping them away before he could notice.

“After you, m’lady.” A smile crept up my face as I slowly stripped the night dress off my body, criss crossing my arms up and over my head, pulling it off. Hesitantly, I unclasped my bra and pulled down my panties, before stepping into the bath, the warmth of the water calming my nerves in a second. As I turned back around, I noticed the bars James following me in, climbing into the tub and sitting down next to me. His arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into his side, my head dropping down to his shoulder.

“You really are the most beautiful girl in the world.” His words spoke deeply to me as his hand stroked up and down my side lovingly. I felt like a princess who had just found her prince.

“And you are the most dashing person I’ve ever met.” I cheeked back, taking a handful of bubbles from the water and blowing them into James’ face. Sensing a fight coming on, James pulled his glasses off the bridge of his nose and sat them down on the edge of the bath, getting his game face ready.

“Oh, you’re on.” Is all he said before taking his own fistfull of bubbles and dropping them over my head, trickles of water running down the side of my face. Grinning menacingly, I gripped onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to my body before diving under the water, pulling his in with me. The world seemed to slow down for a moment as we stared at each other in the tinted water, holding our breaths as we waited for the next person to make their move. We didn’t wait long though as James used his strength to flip me over so he was on top of me, pulled us out of the water and pinned me to the side of the bath.

“Okay, okay, you win.” I pouted, a giggle falling from my lips as James released me from his grasp.

“What’s my prize?” A cunning grin rose on his face as I contemplated what to do. I could pull him back under the water or let him meet another ball of bubbles.

“This.” I said, pulling him close towards me, kissing him slowly on his lips. What was meant to be a short and sweet kiss turned longer and sensual as James' arms pulled me closer by my waist and my arms shot up around his neck. The kiss quickly turned passionate as James tilted my head up just a little to make me gasp, his tongue using this as an invitation to slip into my mouth.

After a few more minutes of just being with each other, we pulled away, our lungs thanking us for returning air into our systems. We were left breathless, panting as James’ hands went up to my cheeks, his thumb gently caressing my cheekbone.

“I really enjoyed that prize.” He smirked, running his fingers through my tresses of hair. I playfully splashed him with the water in the tub, swinging my legs over his lap to snuggle back into his chest. His breathing matched mine as we sat like this for a quiet moment.

“You know I love you, right?” James croaked out, a slight amount of anxiety detected in his voice. The question surprised me for a moment, catching me off guard, but I soon composed myself, looking at James directly in his doe like eyes.

“Of course, I do, love.” I sighed, running my thumb over his plump lips before leaning upwards to place one more peck at the corner of his mouth. “And I love you too. More than anything.”

“More than anything?” James laughed, his fingers falling down to my waist to tickle me gently. “More than waffles?”

“More than anything. Definitely more than waffles.” I melted in his grasp, pulling his hands off my waist and into my own hands, tugging him upwards into a standing position. “Do you know what else I can imagine?”

“Oh? What else can you imagine?”

“I can imagine us dancing around right now.”

“Whatever you can imagine can come true. Anything for you.” And with that, James bent down, kissing my knuckles like a true gentleman.

Carefully, we stepped out of the bathtub together and I took a few towels from a table and gave one to James. He rubbed the towel gently over his chest before tying it down so it hung loosely off of his hips. I patted the towel against my hot skin, feeling a bit of relief from the cold material. Once I was sufficiently dry, I tied it just above my breasts, so the towel covered my torso and most of my thighs.

I followed James out of the secluded bath area and into the open room where I found his playing with the vinyl player. When a new song started playing, he took my hand in his and placed his other hand on my waist, waiting for me to take his shoulder. As I did, I felt James immediately spin me around and dip me softly, kissing my forehead. Blushing again, I let James take control a bit, spinning me around like we were at a ball. This time, I wasn’t stepping on his toes with every moment and it felt like magic. The world seemed to have slowed down for us and we were the only two left. Nothing mattered except the man holding me right now and trying to listen out for the music so I didn’t fall on my head.

“Do you know what this song is?” James asked, spinning me in his arms once more.

“I don’t actually.” I pondered for a moment then spoke again. “It’s very lovely. What is it called?”

“It’s called Euphemia.” My eyes widened slightly as I recognised that name as the name of James’ mother. “My dad wrote it for her for their first anniversary. Whenever my mum would have a bad day, my dad would always play it through the house. One time, I was supposed to be asleep but I could hear my mum crying in the room over. So, I got up and started playing the song. She immediately stopped crying. To this day, I don’t know what she was crying about, but I do know that this song brought her joy.”

I paused before speaking again, not wanting to ruin the moment. “It’s beautiful, James. I never knew your dad wrote music.”

“It was the only song he ever wrote. He told me that when I find someone that I love, I should play it for them. So I did.” My heart leaped when James said that, a few tears dripping down my cheeks in happiness, just for James to brush them away with his fingers. Then, without thinking, I spoke again.

“Imagine if we grow old together. We could be dancing in our own living room to this song.” I didn’t realise what I had said until I saw James’ eyes light up and the biggest smile ever crept up on his face. Without being able to even register what was happening, James got down on one knee and removed the Potter family ring from his finger.

“[Y/N] [L/N], I am here to make anything you can imagine come true. This ring has been in the Potter family for generations and it’s time I give it to you, for you are going to be the next Potter. You make me the happiest man ever and it’s time you know how much you mean to me. I know there’s a war going on outside of Hogwarts, but frankly, I don’t care. I want to be with you forever, through thick and thin, through high and low. If you will let me, I can be your everything. Once we get out of school, we can buy our own little cottage in the countryside like you always wanted. We can wake up next to each other each morning like you always wanted. My darling angel, will you marry me?”

It was perfect. My head was nodding frantically before I even had time to get the words out of my mouth. All I knew was the love of my life on his knee in front of me, ready to take the next step in our lives together.

“Yes, James Potter. I will marry you.”

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moonslove7 · 3 years

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Hi :3 Can I request a post Hogwarts (both married) reader cooking with no magic and running a bubble bath for professor Remus after he goes back home from his first day of teaching classes at Hogwarts.

Istg Professor Remus is my ultimate soft spot so yeah, just know I am blushing the entire time while writing this. Also Imma pretend you have like a family inherited cottage thing somewhere near hogwarts for this and remus doesnt like staying at hogwarts bc he would miss you also idk how to cook so you can just make up the food.

“(Y/n)! I’m home!”

The sound of your husband Remus announcing he had finally come home, you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner, the smell louring him into the kitchen while he held his briefcase and had his robes still on, he watched you for a second as you kept looking at the oven making sure nothing was being burnt and then you turned around and smiled at the handsome professor.

“Hey Rem, how was the first day?” You asked pressing your lips to his gently, he put his briefcase down on one of the chairs at the table, took your hands in his, your fingers interlocking as his smile matched yours. “It was pretty good surprisingly, it’s good to be home though.” He then pecked your lips with a kiss this time, making your smile grow, you let go of one of his hands to check up on the food.

“Here, let me help.” Remus mumbled and started to put all the ingredients you had chopped up into a pan, turning the stove on. “ Why don’t you go rest love? You’ve been at work all day.” You asked him, he shook his head ‘no’. “ I’m fine pup, I can help you finish making dinner and then we’ll both relax, you’ve been working too.” You never felt like what you did was an actual job, you helped people with divination, or sometimes they payed you to find out if someone they loved was cheating or liked them back, Remus knew how emotionally exhausting it could be, to him it was a real job.

“ You look so good in those robes by the way, I didn’t know you becoming a professor would somehow make you even more attractive but here we are,” You joked and giggled while Remus, said “Hey! Are you calling me not attractive ?” He started to walk slowly towards you to tickle your sides making your knees buckle, “No Sir, course not Sir,” You joked making Remus crack a smile and a giggle, he continued tickling you, “NO REMUS PLEASE- THE FOOD-” You tried to yell between the giggles until you were laying on the floor, Remus on his knees as he continued his torture.

“You’re a Menace (Mr/Mrs Lupin).” He said quietly but loud enough for you to hear, he stopped tickling you to kiss you, leaning down he brought his right hand to your face to hold you while he pushed his lips onto yours making you stop giggling and instead you sighed into the kiss, bringing your hands up to play with his messy dark brown hair, before he could deepen the kiss though you mumbled his name on his lips, getting him to lean back a little so you could speak without his lips smothering yours. “Food first, that can wait my love.” You said while standing up, leaving him pouting on his knees, he stood up following you, the pout now joined with his puppy eyes.

“Jesus Christ, people will think I married a man-child.” You sighed as you noticed his face, he smiled his pout dropping as you leaned in close to him, kissing him once more, “You love me though,” He said teasingly, going back to the stove to check on the food, you replied, “that is true, I love you very much Moony.” At your words Remus smiled while turning the stove off and took the plates out from the cupboard with you gathering the food up and placing it on the table, then putting it on the plates, Remus went to the fridge, opening it to retrieve wine he remembered you brought, he grabbed two glasses before sitting down next to you, he poured you a glass and then himself.

“Congrats on your first day.” You held the glass up to him, to do a toast as this job seemed the best one he had managed to find in a long time that complimented him in everyway, he had history there, unsealed wounds, and he was smart enough to be a professor any day. He brought his glass to yours making a clanging noise, you both took a sip of the wine and then started to dig into the food, unconsciously yours and Remus’s hands had found each other while you ate one handily, you both held hands the entire time.

When you had both finished Remus insisted on taking the plates to the sink to wash, you both were still drinking your wine, you got up with Remus anyway, “Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’ll put away the plates and cutlery while you wash them okay?” You asked while he looked a second away from pouting again. “Okay, deal.” After ten or so minutes everything was cleaned and put away, so you took Remus’s hands in yours and pulled him towards the bathroom, the Sun had began to set as you closed the bathroom door, and Remus closed the toilet seat to sit down on it.

“Thank Godric, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” He says when you put the plug into the bath and began putting in relaxing bath salts and of course bubbles, turning the taps on you smiled at him as he just watched the water fill the bath. “I know Rem, that’s why I got you an extra treat.” You walked over to the cabinet that you kept the clean towels in to use and move the first towel to reveal two chocolate frogs you had managed to get during the day, you showed him the chocolate making him smile lovingly at you, “You didn’t have to do this pup, you really are too good for me.” He says while you put the frogs on the bath table at the very bottom of the bath, when the bubbles were made and the bath was full you turned the taps off and started to strip making Remus stand up and do the same. You also played a song on your phone, the one you had your first dance as a married couple to, Let’s Go Home Together by Ella Henderson and Tom Grennan.

Both standing there nude you went into the bath first, laying down and then opening your arms to invite him to join you, he stepped into the bath, grabbed the chocolate frogs and leaned back, you sat up, letting him rest his arms on your knees as he opened your chocolate and fed you it, you doing the same for him, you both closed your eyes enjoying being so close to each other while the song played quietly in the background.

‘you seem like someone I could pick a fight with, dance all night with,

Maybe you’ll like me the way I am,’

All of a sudden you felt Remus kiss your nose, then your cheeks, opening your eyes you saw the giant of a man looking at you with so much love in his eyes it made you melt, you violently kissed his face all over making him laugh.

‘Feels like I know you so well,

You could be everything

That I’ve been missing,

I’m coming out of my shell,

And I never do that,

How did you do that?

It feels like I’ve known you my whole life.’

You both looked at each other with pure love and affection, this song reminded you both of yourselves, how everyday you help him learn to very slowly love himself and believe maybe he is allowed to be loved the way you love him, and he helps you grow confident in yourself and realise you also deserved to be loved too, and you both always knew what the other needed without words, finding neither of you could properly relax anymore unless you were cuddling.

For Remus he fell in love with you instantly, he met you through the order, the first time you two met he would stumble over his words as he learned you had managed to predict some of the death eaters attacks saving a few people including fellow members of the order, you radiated such warmth and comfort as you talked to him about your life that night and he did the same leaving his little furry problem alone for now, he even saw Sirius grinning at the two of you, knowing you two instantly clicked and connected. He didn’t need a tarot deck to figure out you both were drawn and comforting to each other.

‘I’m never that good in a crowded room,

But everything stopped when I first saw you,

You seem like someone I could,

Be myself with,

No defences,

Maybe you like me the way I am,’

After Remus had told you about his condition, the full moon after that brought him to tears, because he didn’t expect you to stick around but you had gone above and beyond, helping him to his room, running a bath for him, massaging his shoulders and bandaging any wounds, you even made him some food and a quick drink, you would say it was nothing but to Remus it meant everything, to him it was a sign that you liked him just as he was, and he loved that a lot. It was probably at that moment he fell deeper than he thought possible in love with you.

I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it’s kinda short

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awanderingdeal · 3 years

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This was a fic I wrote for Remus' birthday, that for some reason I never posted here.

CW: Sex, food.

Let me know if you think I need to add a content warning.

Rating: M

This is set in the sweater weather universe, for which we have @lumosinlove to thank!

Birthdays had never been particularly special to Remus. In recent years, he had found them somewhat stressful. He knew they were supposed to be a celebration of his birth, of the days he had lived up until now, but more than anything, they just seemed to be a mocking chime on the clock that ticked mercilessly, reminding him he had yet to achieve much in his life.

That was until this year. His 28th birthday. In the eyes of most people, it wouldn’t be considered a milestone, but it was his first birthday after so many firsts. His first year living with Sirius. His first year playing hockey professionally. His first year being truly himself. Something about it felt different, bigger. Remus wasn’t one for hyperbole, that was more Sirius' department. However, Remus couldn’t conjure a word to describe his morning other than, simply, perfect.

He had woken up to Sirius’ soft ministrations, gentle kisses and teasing touches, until he had been coaxed from whatever dream he’d been having. Remus had tried to initiate something more, but Sirius had been adamant that he be allowed to worship Remus’ skin with the tenderness it deserved. It was still hard for Remus to believe he deserved much, but Sirius repeated the words often enough Remus was starting to consider that maybe there was some truth to them. The venerations had seemed to go on forever, until finally Sirius had brushed his fingers against the small of Remus’ back and asked if he could fuck him. The mix of crudeness and the reverent tone Sirius had used had done things to Remus he couldn’t quite explain. They’d rocked against one another, slow and unhurried, Remus treasuring the way Sirius filled him.

Once Sirius had slipped out, they’d clung to one another, sated and sweaty, until Sirius breathed something about running a bath. The bed had felt cold in his absence and Remus had dragged the sweater he always kept by the side of the bed over his head before padding after Sirius. Sirius had squealed when Remus started to push the door open, shouting a spew of words that Remus loosely translated to mean he wasn’t allowed to come in yet. The display had been so uncharacteristic it had startled Remus for a moment, but then laughter had bubbled in his chest and he'd left Sirius to finish whatever surprise he was planning.

Sirius had implored Remus to cover his eyes when he was eventually granted permission to join Sirius in the bathroom. Remus had found the whole idea a little silly, but Sirius’ expression had been so sweet he’d obliged. Sirius led him through the door, whispering into his ear that he could look now. Thinking back on it, the noise that'd escaped Remus’ mouth before he'd thrown his arms around Sirius had been embarrassing, but he hadn’t known how else to express his gratitude. The bathroom looked serene in the flickering light of the candles Sirius had placed on every available surface. It had taken Remus a second to place the scent of honey, vanilla and almond. He had laughed, remembering being dragged around the store a few weekends ago, made to smell each candle and Sirius' need to know exactly which one was his favourite. Remus had salivated over this particular scent, the smell making him want to eat the thing. Sirius had protested the laughter, poking Remus playfully as he whined that picking candles for others was hard, and that Remus had a particularly fussy nose. There was some truth to that, Remus supposed. He'd let his eyes fall on the bath next; it was full of rainbow coloured bubbles.

“Rose petals probably would have been more romantic, but I figured you would enjoy this more,” Sirius had whispered.

Remus loved bubbles. He was sure he lost about 20 years of maturity when he saw them and his fingers had itched to play in them. He had forced himself to continue to catalogue the rest of the room first though. The happy birthday written in Sirius’ precise cursive on the mirror. The sound of the piano filtering through the speakers. Remus hadn’t known the name of the piece, but he’d recognised it from something he had heard Sirius practising before. Sirius’ cheeks had tinged pink when Remus asked whether it was him playing.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” Remus had said, his eyes stinging as he fought tears. Sirius hadn’t replied, merely taking his hand and leading him to the bath. They’d stayed in it until the water had gone cold. Sirius hadn’t even complained when Remus had used the bubbles to form a beard on his face.

They'd ended up hurrying down a breakfast of smoothies and French toast, so they could make it to the rink on time. They hadn't had morning skate that day, but Sirius had needed to meet with the media at 11.00, so it had all ended up being a bit of a rush. He'd video called his family in the car, Julian almost deafening everybody as he’d screamed his birthday wishes. The call had been short, he’d see them all in a few days anyway.

The next few hours had flown by. Remus hadn’t been scheduled for an interview, but Marlene had grabbed him, talking him into doing a birthday piece for social media. Then it had been a quick run through some video, and a few last minute tactic talks with coach, before they’d been released to grab lunch and a nap before the game. The team had been fairly reserved in their congratulations, but Remus had figured they were all just getting into the zone.

That had been until he’d walked into Sid’s. The location wasn’t unusual, they ate there every game day, so Remus hadn’t even thought to suspect anything. It had remained relatively quiet as they rounded the corner to their usual tables, and Remus had been pulling out a chair beside Logan when the chaos had begun. Cheers, and party poppers rang out before the team burst into a song. Several versions of happy birthday, or at least Remus assumed that was what they were singing, because he could only understand two of the languages. Nevertheless, they were all terribly out of tune. Remus had buried his head in his arms, feeling his entire face warm with embarrassment. He had only lifted it once each of his teammates had thumped him in the arm wishing him happy birthday in their native language. Except for Nado and Kuny, who for a reason still unknown to Remus had decided to swap, leading to a fairly predictable squabble over who’s attempt had been better. Remus had eventually managed to choke out a thank you.

“We wanted to do it in the locker room later, but decided you and Cap would possibly die if we ruined your pre game ritual like that and that would have been unfortunate,” James had yelled from the other end of the table.

The energy hadn’t really reduced much by the time Sirius was clearing his throat an hour later, telling everybody they needed to leave to get their game heads on. Nate had called Remus’ name just as they were leaving, his face red as he pushed an envelope into Remus’ hand before scurrying away. Remus had teared up reading the message in the birthday card on the ride home. It still baffled Remus that people looked up to him, especially when that person saw his face covered in tomato sauce on a weekly basis.

Remus was lying in bed, holding a softly snoring Sirius close. He hadn’t slept much himself, content to just replay the morning over and over in his head until he felt Sirius stir in arms. They followed their usual game day routine, Sirius smiling at Remus’ occasional contended sighs. Before he knew it, Remus was looping Sirius’ tie around his neck, before handing over his own for Sirius to return the favour. They had integrated each other seamlessly into their matchday superstitions, and the thought never failed to make Remus smile.

He had almost forgotten about his birthday by the time he had stepped out onto the ice for their warm up, his routine working its magic to put him in a headspace where hockey, and only hockey mattered. Remus definitely hadn’t expected the wall of noise that went up as he came out of the tunnel. He froze as he took in the sound of his name being chanted, and the hundreds of banners in the crowd, emblazed with various messages for him. He only moved when Olli crashed into his back.

“Take it all in now baby, I need you on form tonight,” Sirius said, squeezing his arm as he skated past, fingers lingering for just a second too long for it to be platonic. Remus knew the cameras would pick the small display of affection up, and usually he didn’t like their relationship being analysed, but right now he found he couldn’t care less. He let himself take a moment to look at the crowd, glancing over the sea of people, dragging his eyes back to a familiar face. That was Jules pressing himself against the glass, his brother's small figure jumping up and down excitably. Remus skated over, pushing his hand against his side of the glass to meet Julian in a weird high five.

“Where’s mom? Dad?” he shouted, following Julian’s gaze to where his parents sat. His mom waved enthusiastically, and Remus returned it not tearing his eyes away until heard Sirius calling him over to join the rest of the team. “Did you know they were coming?” Remus asked once he was able to get Sirius by himself for a second. Sirius’ had merely given him a mischievous grin in response.

They won the game fairly easily, improving Remus’s mood even further. He doubted anything could really deflate him today. He hadn’t even tried to argue with Dumo about going back to his house for a little evening celebration. That little celebration was still ongoing at 1am. His family had already headed back to the house a while ago, with promises from his mom to make waffles in the morning.

“Excuse me, young man,” Celeste scolded him, just as he was about to stick his fork into the middle of the cake. Honey, vanilla and almond.

“It’s my cake,” Remus pouted, but allowed Celeste to cut the cake into a neat slice, taking the plate he was given. “Thanks.”

“Now, I believe a certain husband is looking for you upstairs.” Celeste winked, and Remus practically choked on the piece of cake he had just shovelled into his mouth. “Oh please, I was not born yesterday. You two are not so discreet. Just make sure you put the sheets in the hamper this time please.”

Remus didn’t think his face would ever return to its natural shade, but he took his plate and made his way to the guest bedroom he had a strong suspicion Sirius was waiting for him. As he climbed the stairs, he considered making Sirius wait until he had finished the divine cake, but as soon as Remus saw Sirius lying on the bed, dressed in nothing but Remus’ jersey all thoughts of food left his mind.

“Happy birthday, Re.”

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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Domestic Bliss - Remus Lupin

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: ‘I saw the requests are still open so I think I'll give it a try hehe~ I have been having on my mind Remus and reader getting married right after Hogwarts and Remus trying the reader's cooking (maybe not using magic) for the first time and gets super emotional. (in a good way) Super mega floof if it is possible ❤ Absolutely love your drawing btw, have a wonderful day❤’ @krismeunicornbaobei

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff!

Words: 1260

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, @krismeunicornbaobei, I hope this is okay! Hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

Married life was amazingly blissful for you; it was like a never-ending dream that you never wanted to wake up from. You’d never been big on marriage while you were growing up – until you met him – so all of your friends and family were rather surprised when you had announced your engagement to Remus. You had married Remus about a year ago, pretty much straight after you had left Hogwarts. You knew it was young to get married but you supposed when you met your soulmate, you just knew. It was very clear that Remus Lupin was your soulmate; you felt it in your heart.

Unfortunately, Remus was a morning person, he always had been, even in school and it was the polar opposite of you. Almost every morning, at an ungodly hour, Remus kissed your forehead before going out for his morning run. Every morning he chuckles with a deep rich sound as you groaned and rolled over and fell back asleep. When you finally got up, Remus always had breakfast made and he was grinning at you from over the newspaper, and you ambled over to the gorgeous man to pull him in for a deep kiss.

Today was a remarkably cold day – but your husband had still gone out for his morning and afternoon runs – and you wanted to do something different, Remus was usually the one who cooked but you wanted to give it a go. It was difficult and you couldn’t help but think that you were making a mistake. Remus came through the back door and wrapped his arms around you from behind, burying his cold nose in your neck.

The sudden cold made you jump and squeal, “Merlin!”

Remus huffed out a deep laugh against your neck as he pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder, “no, it’s just me, my darling,” he teased and you heard the grin in his voice.

You rolled your eyes with a giggle as you turned to face him, placing your hands on his chest. He looked gorgeous, his hazel eyes were bright as he grinned at you and cupped your jaw gently, his cheeks and his nose were red. His curling brown hair was damp where the snow had melted in it. You smiled as you stood up on your tiptoes to pull him into a deep kiss.

He pressed his forehead against yours and he noticed the contraption behind you on the counter, he pulled away from you slightly as he raised an eyebrow, “Y/N, what are you doing?”

You sighed, biting your lip, “I was trying to make your favourite beef stew for tonight, muggles use this thing,” you gestured to the pot behind you, “a slow cooker.”

Remus nodded as he smiled, “yeah, I know what a slow cooker is, my question is this. How come you’re using a slow cooker and not magic? Magic would be so much easier for your first time cooking,” he asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and he kissed your cheek.

You sighed as you looked away from him, feeling pretty silly now as you focused on the snow that was slowly drifting past the kitchen window, “I wanted it to be a little bit special because we’ve been pretty busy lately.”

Remus pulled you into his arms as he buried his nose into your neck and your fingers wound themselves through his thick hair, “oh, my Y/N, that is just the sweetest thing,” he pulled back to grin at you and he pressed a kiss to your nose, chuckling when you scrunched up your nose in response, “I love you so much, let’s just have a relaxing day then, that’s the beauty of using a slow cooker, you don’t have to keep tending to it.”

You laughed as you lightly trailed a nail against one of the scars on Remus’ cheek, making him shiver, “I love you too but this afternoon can’t be too relaxing because I still have to make chocolate brownies for dessert.”

Remus blushed as his handsome face lit up, “you don’t have to do all of that,” he mumbled and you smiled, he was so adorable when he was flustered.

You pressed a kiss against his pink chapped lips, “I want to, Remus,” you whispered against his lips, “let me run you a bath, you must be freezing.”

“Only if you get in with me,” he smiled cheekily as he kissed to the top of your hand and let you lead him into the bathroom.

After a leisurely bath, filled with millions of bubbles and scented bath salts, Remus tended to the fire in the living room until it was crackling merrily. You rested your head in Remus’ lap as he read a book, stroking through your hair as he read a couple of passages out to you, leaning down to kiss you every so often. Sunday’s were made for moments like this, you loved him so much. You were very thankful to McGonagall for pairing you two together for a project in Transfiguration.

When it was time for you to make the chocolate chip brownies, Remus hand insisted on ‘helping’ you. Soon enough, you regretted letting him help because you realised his idea of helping was by eating half of the chocolate chips and stealing giggled filled kisses from you as he wrapped his arms around you.

Later on that evening Remus helped you set the table and he poured out some Butterbeer for the two of you. You were nervous about what the food would be like, it smelled delicious but you just hoped that it would taste the same. As you placed the food on the table, Remus took your hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, his eyes shined with love as he smiled at you.

“All of this looks amazing, Y/N.”

You smiled as you sat opposite him, taking his hand from across the table, “let’s just hope it tastes amazing,” you smiled tightly, feeling nervous.

As Remus put the first bite of stew into his mouth, you heard him groan and when you glanced up at him you noticed him closing his eyes as he nodded his head, “Merlin, that is so good,” he opened his eyes and grinned at you, “I literally want to eat this every day.”

You laughed as you took a spoonful of the food and even you had to admit that it tasted pretty good, the garlic and chilli flakes dancing across your tongue, “I’m glad you like it,” you glanced back over at him again and blushed when he gave you a lopsided grin.

“I can’t believe that you would do this all for me,” he smiled, making you giggle, it was just food, “this is just the best thing, I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Remus,” you smiled.

Both you and Remus cleared the dishes in record time and he put them by the sink as he took you by the waist, “I’ll clean the dishes later, you cooked so I’ll clean,” he smiled, pressing a kiss against your lips.

To eat dessert, you and Remus curled up on the couch, with a glass of red wine. Remus’ moans were almost pornographic as he scoffed down a couple of brownies.

“Damn, Y/N, if we weren’t married, I’d ask you to marry me from the way these brownies taste.”

You laughed as you kissed his cheek and wiped a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his lips.

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anotherloganstan · 3 years

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The Hurt - DRLAMP

Summary: Janus has become to feel a little more left out of the group, it hurts him so much but perhaps he’s hurting himself more than the others are hurting him after all.

A/N: Thanks to @treeni for commissioning this piece and also to @candied-peach who this is written for as well, enjoy!

Warnings: angst, self-hatred, pining, hurt/comfort, getting together (with the others already in an established relationship)

Word count: 3k

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Janus is a lot of things, sarcastic, harsh, a liar, a little mean when he needs to be, but also emotional. But those walls were built up so high they even rival Logan’s own, well, before the somewhat recent development that is. And Janus was hurt. Painfully, deeply so. It hurt to see them together. To see them all together. The way Patton pulls each one of them into a hug only to hesitate when it came to Janus, that hurt. The way Virgil would make each and every one their signature drink only to ‘forget’ Janus’, that hurt. The way Roman would ruffle their hair, place the most delicate kiss onto a forehead – aside from his brother who more often than not got an affectionate slap over the head and a laugh – it still hurt. The way Logan will sit curled up close to another, holding hands while he reads, that hurt. And the way Remus, he closest friend, took off and left him for them, perhaps that hurt the most.

But he could not show that, could he? He was strong, a force to be reckoned with, spiteful, petty, and yet still hurt.

Many nights he spent alone, listening to giggles and laughs, loud conversations between the thin walls, sharp tears stinging his eyes and sniffles muffled by his pillows. It really, really hurt. The deep pain in his chest stabbing, aching, irrational, absurd. He was jealous. So very painfully jealous. Not of any of them in particular, no, he was jealous that he wasn’t a part of whatever they had, this closer, more intimate relationship that clearly, he was not worthy of. They did not want him, they did not need him, he was nothing to them, nothing but someone, something, to use, a convenience, to be there whenever they needed him to be of service and nothing else.

He could not help those painful, poisonous thoughts from plaguing his brain, his thoughts, his dreams. It got him down.

It’s a movie night, Janus is certain, the loud singing from the twins and Patton, the boisterous giggling, even the undignified screeches of ‘hey!’ from Virgil and Logan every so often. Janus is missing out but then again, he wasn’t invited. It is late anyway, too late to join them. Maybe he should simply go to bed, he won’t sleep but he’s not doing anything else either, other than wallowing in his own self-pity and depressing thoughts.

He gets up, puts on one of his favourite silk robes and decides that he looks decent enough to be seen and walks downstairs, even just to see what’s going on. Even just, for a moment, to feel like he’s involved.

But it is a bad idea. Seeing Roman sat on the floor between Patton’s legs, the other man playing with his hair in a way that must be soothing as Roman’s eyes are closed blissfully, yet a smile on his lips and giggles still slip past. Beside Patton is Logan, leaning against him but talking lowly with Virgil beside him – probably about something that set them all off laughing in the first place. Remus then beside him, well, half atop of Virgil who simply chooses to ignore him and his maniacal laughter for the most part.

“Shh, be quiet, we don’t want to wake Janus up,” Patton scolded the seemingly endless giggles from the others but unable to stop himself from snickering as Remus unceremoniously falls off the couch and onto the floor between his fit of laughter.

“Don’t worry, I’m already awake,” he says, deadpan and serious, if only to mask the slight hurt of once again not being invited nor included to one of their group hangouts.

“Oh, Janus, we’re sorry!” Patton apologises immediately, hand over his mouth to cover the remnants of his laughter. And Virgil at least has the decency to kick at both of the twins to get their attention, giving them ‘a look’ which they must understand as ‘shut the fuck up immediately’ because they fall almost completely silent.

Great, now he’s ruined their fun.

“It’s alright, Patton, I was awake already, continue, it seems like you were all having a good time,” he says, unable to stop the bitterness from seeping into his voice. God, he is such a bitch.

“Ah, we apologise, Janus, we assumed you were having a ‘self-care’ day as we hadn’t seen you all morning and this afternoon,” Logan explains from his position half on Virgil’s lap and half on the couch leaning against Patton.

“Right,” Janus responds, unsure of what else to say, should they not have assumed? Should they have come to him to ask if he was busy? Maybe that would have been nice, but he knows he would have been intruding much like he is now.

So, he lies. Again. Like he always does.

“Quite right, Logan,” he continues, at least attempting to sound somewhat unfazed and confident and content, “I have just come for a glass of water then I think a bubble bath and face mask is in order. Please do enjoy your movie.”

They do. Or at least Janus assumes they do. He gets his unnecessary glass of water from the kitchen and takes it back to his room, listening as they resume their movie, and the giggles start up almost as soon as he leaves. That only stings a little. He tries to brush off the feeling that maybe they are laughing at him. They would not, he knows, but the voice in his head tells him that anyway. He takes a bath regardless to keep up appearances and not to seem like such the filthy liar he actually is. They all hate his lies anyway.

He catches them again a few nights later. Perhaps they are not caught, after all this is all their kitchen, but Janus, again, feels as if he is intruding on something intimate. Date night, he presumes. Virgil on his usual place atop the countertop, in a slightly more formal purple jumper and jeans, sticking his fingers into something sweet whenever Patton, in the adorable pink apron, turns his back to scold at Remus for touching the hot trays. Roman sits at the table, poised and as beautiful as ever, clearly dressed up for the event, adding garnish to what must be their starter course. Logan sits beside him, stirring together some sort of dressing for the salad, listening but not participating to the conversation Roman and Virgil are having from across the kitchen.

“Janus, come in,” Logan says, having clocked him the moment he came to be at the doorway.

Janus flushes, unable to stop himself, the hurt and guilt combining, yet the invitation warms him just a little.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” he responds, almost sheepishly. He feels very underdressed in front of them all, even Logan seems to have made an effort (though he doubts of his own free will).

“You wouldn’t be imposing, we’ve made enough for all six of us,” Logan says, the barest hint of a smile gracing his features and Janus is sure he wants to make Logan smile like that and more in the future.

“I shouldn’t, you all should be able to enjoy your date night without the need to babysit me, I would merely get in the way,” he tries, hoping that his raw emotion is not slithering through his somewhat humorous words.

Logan sighs. And Janus cannot help feeling as though he is the source of this disappointment, this frustration. But he does not say anything.

“What our nerd is trying to say is we want you here,” Roman interrupts, voice as loud as before, bringing the attention of others onto Janus who merely wishes he had not come at this point, “you can’t be imposing if you have an invitation, sorry, you’re not even cool enough to gate crash anyway.”

The good-natured insult makes Janus almost reconsider. Almost. Lost for a moment in thought, barely a smile on his face until it drops suddenly. He shouldn’t let himself feel too comfortable around them, especially on their date night, least he fall victim and break his own heart with false hope.

“I shan’t tonight, boys,” he says after a moment, all eyes on him, and he avoids looking at their faces – hoping to not see a look of disappointment or even more so a look of relief at his departure – “have a lovely night though.”

With that he is gone.

It is a few days later that he breaks. All the feelings trapped inside of him, festering inside of his soul and willing to break free. It was the glimpses of kisses, becoming the background for sensual touches and too long hugs, of soft whispers he definitely was not supposed to overhear, to the sounds of shrieked laughter from down the hall and loud conversations he had no part it. Their own little lives he had- has no part in.

They are in the living room again, music on low and the bursts of chatter flowing down the corridor and Janus’ curiosity gets the better of him. Sticky notes stuck to all their foreheads and smiles on their faces – that he tries to tell himself they all do not drop when he enters – playing some sort of silly game.

“Janus!” Patton exclaims at the same time Remus shrieks “I’m not a chicken?”

“Sorry for interrupting, I’ll just go.”

“Wait!” Roman raises his voice from between the grumbling amongst Remus and Virgil with Logan as a somewhat bored mediator.

Roman is at his side in an instant, having no issue manhandling Janus to face him, his smile big and infectious, almost making Janus believe he wants him there, but he knows he’s just being polite.

The other goes to say something before his face changes and what comes out instead is, “are you okay?”

And they have not asked that for a while. And Janus is not sure for the real answer. So, he lies. As always.

“I’m fine.”

It came out harsh, clipped, angry.

“You don’t seem it, are you sure?”

“I said I’m fine, leave it at that.”

“Okay,” Roman relents, “I mean, you don’t have to go just because we’re all in here, we do realise that you don’t spend so much time with us anymore, and that’s okay! Just, you don’t have to go because we’re in here too.”

“Yes, Roman, I do. You wouldn’t understand.”

“What wouldn’t I understand?”

“Any of it. I just… I can’t be around you all, it’s too much.”

He stops just short of telling Roman that it hurts. It pains him.

“Janus,” Roman begins, voice soft and gentle, not wanting to spook Janus, “you know you can tell me anything and I’m here for you, right?”

And Janus is sure if Roman held out his arms now that he would merely fall into the hug, cry and collapse against the romantic and let everything out.

Instead, he responds, “of course, Roman,” and takes his leave despite everything telling him to stay.

Alone, again, once more. You would think he has become used to the silence and the loneliness, sadly not. He lies on his bed, lights out aside from the small lamp on his bedside table, dressed for bed yet not tired, no, merely exhausted. He considers getting up for a glass of water (and telling himself he definitely will not change his mind and reach for the wine once in the kitchen) but then there is a knock at the door. A sharp, pristine, calculated knock.

Had it been anyone else Janus may not have opened the door, not in the mood for a loud, over exertive interaction. But he knows Logan stands on the other side of the door, perhaps alone, perhaps not. Janus does not know which he would prefer in all honestly.

He gets up and unlocks the door all the same, opening it to reveal Logan as he assumed, in his navy sleep shirt and shorts, and Virgil, looking a tad more tired and sheepish than the other, in a black tank top and joggers.

And Janus does not know what persuades him, but he opens the door further and says, “do come in, it’s not at all late.”

Virgil falters for a moment before trailing behind the seemingly oblivious Logan. And, well, Janus could make a joke about how he never anticipated these boys in his bed, but he decides against it.

“Janus, we are sorry for the late interruption but we thought it best to come and talk to you regarding, uh, the other day and we assumed that you would not appreciate being cornered by all of us so myself and Virgil thought it wise to approach you alone, apologies if this is an uncomfortable subject matter for you but we deem it necessary,” Logan explains, eyes on Janus as Virgil seems to be suddenly very interested in the black silk sheets.

Janus all but forces a casual smirk and wills his tone to remain calm as he closes the door and stays standing as far away from the others as possible, “I understand, my outburst the other day was most certainly uncalled for and will never happen again, forgive me.”

“That is not at all what we mean, Janus,” Logan responds after a beat, “and I think you know that deep down.”

Another pause.

“What exactly do you mean then?” Maybe his tone is too harsh, volatile, defensive. He can tell by the way Virgil flinches ever so slightly.

Logan opens his mouth to say something but clearly thinks best of it and closes it again. And Janus has never been more angry with himself than now.

“What Logan is trying to say is, well, you’ve noticed that we’re all kind of, uh, together-ish, well, mostly and we want to say that… we’d like to, I don’t know, extend the invitation to you too, fuck, that sounds really fucking formal,” Virgil finally grits out, voice quiet and rough, clearly nervous as his fingers pick at the sheets and he meets neither of their gazes, “we like you a lot, Janus, and we realised that we’ve kind of been dicks to you without even realising it and, well, that’s shitty of us and we’re sorry but we want you in this fucked up little relationship of ours too, it’s not the same without you.”

Janus, well, he laughs. He can’t help it, a short, sharp laugh escaping him before he can stop himself. He is sure Virgil is overly anxious especially now and he would not be surprised if Logan got up any moment and punched him in the face.

“Sorry, I just- it is kind of funny how I always thought you all never wanted me, you never needed me, I just assumed that, well, you were all doing just fine without me and you made that all very fucking clear,” he says, voice wavering, “I felt so, so excluded and you all just did nothing. I was so fucking alone, I had no one, you left me Virgil, you left us, and- well, fuck, Remus left and then I had no one. So, excuse me for feeling a little pissed off at you all.”

He sighs, runs a hand through his messy bed-head before coming to sit at the bottom of his bed across from the other two.

“I love you all, I do, individually and in some ways different to others but I loved you all and it hurt me so much to see you all go, it broke my fucking heart, and I don’t know if it’s fixable.”

They’re both looking at him now, softly, gently, beautifully.

“But I was jealous, so very jealous.”

He lets himself cry, silently, wiping away the tear trails with his bare hands. That is until each of his hands in captured by either man on his bed with him. Virgil’s hand is soft and warm, comforting, and familiar. Logan’s is cold, his fingers longer and able to touch more of Janus’ own, it makes him feel secure in a new way.

“We’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

They talk. All of them. Sometimes together, sometimes just two or three of them. Janus is slowly opened up to their relationship dynamic that is far more complex than he would have imagined. And he realises he does not want to kiss all of them in that way, only wants to hold some of them, touch some of them more intimately. But he wants all of them in their own special ways. He becomes closer to them all over time.

He kisses Patton on the forehead for the first time and the father figure bursts into tears and does not let him out of a hug for at least an hour when the others find them. He’s fond of holding Virgil’s hand, it is almost how they used to be but different, more open and accepting of their emotions, it is nice in a way Janus would never have thought of before. He enjoys kissing Roman, gently on his mouth, or even just catching his cheek, it is soft and the romantic flushes before offering a sweet kiss in return or, heaven forbid, a kiss on his hand. As for Logan he enjoys his presence, leaning up against one another late at night or early in the morning when the others are still in bed or occupied, reading or listening to music, there is a soft, unspoken love and gentleness between them.

Then there is Remus. For a while, the other does not dare come near him alone out of fear. And Janus understands the same feeling. Regret, guilt, abandonment. But when he finally gets Remus alone, gets his arms around the other’s torso and buries his head into the crook of his neck. He never wants to let him go again.

He never wants to let any of them go.

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Just for one day off, let me have peace

Ship: Platonic Dukeceit, Background Roceit

Character mentions: Janus Sanders, Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders, Background Minor Characters

Ratings & Warnings: Teen and up

Additional tags: Fluff and Humor, Angst and Feels, Implied Sexual content, Death threats, Graphic Descriptions, Hispanic! Remus Sanders, Protective Remus Sanders, love it when Remus, good brother creativitwins, not that other thing..., you know exactly what I’m talking about, it’s not allowed and therefore forbidden in this house

Summary: Janus wants to relax and drink his soup in tranquil solitude except a certain rat man says otherwise and decides to intrude for for an important discussion.

Word Count: 4340

Author Notes: *walks in late at night wearing shades with a Starbucks drink in hand * Sup binches.

Kdkdfflh, okay this is long overdue but I FINALLY got around to finishing this months later. I absolutely love me some good platonic dukeceit and was in desperate need of the dynamic between these two dork sides. And what perfect way it was to write to tie the previous Roceit fic as I had decided to make into a mini series. Although, I'm not sure how many more parts I'll do or when the next one will be up since all of these other short fics I've been writing is in-between my main fic for🥊 au. But do keep an eye out!

If you haven't read the first part of this series, now’s your chance. I highly recommend it before diving into this one.

-Self beta'd- gently yell at me for any mistakes

You can also read this fic on Ao3

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Janus sank down sighing contently into his bubble bath. He leaned back against the black ceramic clawfoot bathtub with golden accents for the legs, the cool touch sending a little shiver through his body but quickly replaced with the warmth of the water as the serpent laid his head against the bath pillow. He snapped his fingers as a cedar bath caddy appeared in front of him that contained a philosophy book propped up in the middle, next to it, a wine glass filled up almost to the brim with red wine, a bowl of gummy worms in the front, a single yellow rose in a small black vase on the side (that may or may not have been given to him by a certain dashing prince) and a lit candle on the other side. Jazzy classical music hummed out of the small tabletop jukebox that sat on the backlit onyx bathroom countertop. The lights in the bathroom were dimmed down to see the beautiful glow coming from the countertop and enough to be able to read his book with the aid of his candle so he wouldn’t be harming his eyes in an attempt to see.

He found himself humming along to the music as Janus carefully brought the wine glass to his lips, at first taking a slow steady sip before lifting the glass a little higher to consume in more. The sweet alcoholic flavor of the red wine hit his forked tongue as the slightly chilled liquid rushed to the back, drinking it down; it was the perfect temperature to drink to. Janus closed his eyes as a smile tugged upwards in satisfaction.

Janus had needed this, to unwind after finally finishing working on the new Sanders Sides video (even if it took a couple days more to complete it). A day of self-care filled with relaxation and inner peace. And nothing, absolutely nothing is going to dare ruin this tranquil moment (*John Cena voice* are you sure about that?).

Though of course, there was always something to ruin his day… Janus could hardly ever have a peaceful day to himself. And all too soon, everything happened too fast to process.

Janus jumped in fear, shrieking as something inside the tub violently trashed and shot up the caddy, sending all of the contents flying and falling into the water; completely breaking the caddy and ruining everything in it. He had accidentally dropped his wine glass in the process in an attempt to guard himself from whatever the hell had decided to pay an unwelcomed visit. Janus momentarily felt something or more specifically somethings grossly touch his naked lower limbs before they moved away. He heard a maniacal shrill of laughter come from underneath the water as he witnessed monstrously large black and green tentacles sprout out from the bubble bath along with the owner of said tentacles.

“Hi Jan Jan!!! :D” The familiar side dressed in his iconic black and green outfit grinned wildly, waving his hands out back and forth, chortling that ridiculous laugh of his that Janus can recognize from miles away.

“REMUSSSS!” Janus seethed and hissed in anger as he bore those dangerously sharp fangs of his at the duke. He fiercely splashed some of the suds in a fit of fury at the other side, sending some of the ruined gummy worms at him.

The duke opened his mouth and caught a few of the worms. Despite it being in the bubble bath, the fruity flavors exploded on his tongue as he disgustingly chewed on the gummy snack before swallowing and grinning back at his best friend; his skin already breaking out from the allergic reaction to the soap.

Janus scrunched up his nose in disgust as he watched Remus proudly eat the soaked gummy worms. He could already hear the slimy yet satisfying line he’s going to quote from the Lion King.

“Mmm, slimy yet satisfying!” Remus giggled.

Yup there it is.

“Gross.”

One would ask how did these two became best friends. They would noticeably see that they are entirely different from one another but that’s how most relationships are. Platonically or romantically, a form of love between one another is something so dearly that must be held onto. For Janus, he would simply state that he likes how Remus isn’t afraid to speak up. Everything that the duke does and says is unfiltered, wild, and honest. He has scarcely never lied in which Janus finds that to be quite intriguing for someone to be so open with the preference to not spill deceit from their dirty mouths. Additionally, despite Remus’s nature and main functioning role, Remus can be altruistic at times. Though, he mostly shows it towards the only two people closer to him with Janus himself being included and Remus’s twin brother, Roman. Whether you’re feeling despondent or just having a rough day, Remus is there, always trying to find a way to lighten up the mood in the room. Or-well, maybe lighten isn’t quite the appropriate term considering how he will actually set the room on fire.

Once was enough.

Further into the subject of Remus showing his softer side, Janus can recall the moments that his best friend has helped him through some rough patches throughout the years. During his identity crisis, his self-harm years, his big fight with Virgil, Virgil leaving, the denial and rejection stages, facing the others and Thomas, and even his crush-now boyfriend-Roman. Doesn’t matter what it was or is, Remus is always there for him and vice versa with Janus.

When Remus is down in the dumps-literally and figuratively at the same time-Janus would always finds him sitting down hugging his legs with his face buried within. Sometimes, Janus would hear the occasional sniffles coming from the intrusive man and it fuels him with anger and a sympathetic ache. It makes the deceitful side want to stab or push (or both in that order) whoever or whatever that made Remus feel this way down a flight of stairs. No one fucks with hurting those he cherishes the most. But oh how all that is momentarily forgotten when Remus lifts his head up to look at Janus and at that moment, somber, lonely, watery red eyes would meet Janus’s heterochromatic ones. And every single time, Remus would whisper the same question in a tiny, sad wobbly voice, ‘Will you sit down with me…?’

And Janus-who is not partial to getting dirty but would only do so if Remus is in a depressive state-always answers back without hesitation, ‘Abso-fucking-lutely I wouldn’t,’ as he takes a seat right next to him. It never fails to put the smallest of smiles on Remus’s face. They would sit like that in silence for a short period of time while Janus rubbed soothing circles on Remus’s back until the intrusive man’s tears stopped running down his cheeks. Janus would offer a handkerchief to his best friend and as usual, Remus would take it, clean his face, and blow his nose in it, leaving a generous copious amount of mucus on it. He gives it back to Janus afterwards, thanking him, then without each fail, the deceitful side delicately pinches it and throws it far away as possible. Afterall, Janus can always summon a new one whenever he needs to.

On occasions, Janus will bring out his girls, Tootsie and Reese-his two headed yellow snake- to lighten Remus’s mood. And the way Remus’s face brightens upon seeing them, how he shoots his hands out calling to the girls saying ‘gimmie gimmie’ in a childish like manner, never fails to make Janus let out a soft chuckle. Once the girls are deposited into his arms, Remus then promptly hugs them close to his chest, burying and nuzzling his face into their smooth scales. The girls instantly melt in his warm embrace, flicking their tongues out at his nose or cheek, eliciting a giggle or two from the intrusive man.

The sweet tooth rotting sight of them is enough to give anyone with a heart, cavities. If possible, be sure to book your next dentist appointment because you’re going to need it.

Let it be moments like these or chaotic ones, Remus will always have a special place in Janus’s heart and is welcomed anytime with open arms (two or more). Except, when Janus needs to have some alone time and almost always never fails to come crashing in and ruining nice quality me time like the very one Janus was having…AND ABOUT THAT-

Remus had scooped up more of the gummy worms from the water, despite his skin further reddening and scratching at it, and proceeded to shove them in his mouth, purposely chewing, smacking his lips, obnoxiously burping out bubbles and cackling like the little gremlin that he is.

Janus’s eye twitched in annoyance, “I don’t know why I’m going to bother to ask but as you could clearly see I was having a highly well-deserved me time which doesn’t include you or anyone else in my bathroom, in my tub with me. So, for what reason my darling good old friend of mine, did you decide to literally pop in and invite yourself to my humble abode? And it better be a goddamn good reason, or you have 5 seconds to run before I start shooting venom and hurling very sharp pointy objects directly at you!”

“Oooh that actually sounds like fun! But rest assured Jan Jan, there’s no need to do that just yet!” Remus pointed an index finger at the angry snake boi. “I indeed have a perfectly good reason to be here and it’s not to undeniably bug the living hell out of you like I always do for funsies, but because of wanting to discuss important matters with my bestest friend forevs that couldn’t wait because I can be an impatient adult. Also, for the fact that I just like to rile you an itsy bitsy teenie weenie (yellow polka dot bikini) tad bit just for the fuck’s sake of it :D!” Remus placed his hands on his hips, proudly displaying those viciously sharp pointed teeth of his into a wide grin.

Janus sighed, already feeling a headache starting to form.

So much for inner peace.

The deceitful side rubbed his temples before giving in, “Okay, but at least let’s discuss this when we’re not soaking wet.”

Remus snorted, “That’s what she-”

“Don’t.”

The duke snickered, putting away his tentacles before jumping out of the bathtub and landing on all fours. He shook off the excess suds, like a wild animal before standing all the way back up, snapping his fingers to dry himself and summoning what appeared to be an EpiPen as he pulled the safety release off, swung and jabbed it into his thigh. As the appropriate time passed, Remus removed the pen, tossing it to the side and massaged the injection spot. The reddening and itchiness of his skin, completely vanishing in an instant.

If only it worked that quickly in real life.

Turning to Janus, Remus offered him a hand, wiggling his fingers, and making grabbing motions at him. It was pointless to complain considering how they both seen each other nude before.

Often, Remus would don his birthday suit, not wanting to feel the weight of clothes bearing down on him. Sometimes the intrusive side will surprise someone with his toned, tanned, freckled skin just to see them get flustered. It mostly only works on Patton though as he would yelp, stutter, and try to not focus on Remus’s bare body. Roman and Virgil always get grossed out and yell at him to put something on (sometimes even throwing stuff at him). Logan on the other hand, just stares at him with an unimpressed look on his face and continues on with his tasks. In Janus’s case, the first few times Remus had popped in bare, Janus would screech, shove Remus away from him, and similar to Roman and Virgil, would squawk at him to put some clothes on. It was the same whenever Remus would once in a while pop in on him either getting into the bathtub or Janus already being in it. Overtime, Janus long gave up on the nudity and now just accepts it as a normality in his life.

Which honestly, there isn’t anything wrong with nudity, it’s just the way that society and most people perceive it as a sexual and taboo thing. But ah, we’re getting a bit out of track here. That’s a topic to discuss another day.

While yes, Janus is now used to the whole nudity thing and Remus unexpectedly popping in whenever, he rarely still finds himself surprised and acting like he did the very first few times it happened to him years ago.

Janus accepted Remus’s hand as the intrusive side helped pull the serpent up. Remus whistled and inappropriately threw comments at him. Janus rolled his eyes, stepping out of the bath and grabbed his towel to wrap around himself. Remus booed at the article now snuggly wrapped around Janus’s body. Janus shook his head as he exited out of the bathroom with Remus following him a few steps behind.

He’ll have to deal with cleaning up later.

“So, pray do tell, what are these important matters that you wish to discuss Remus?” Janus spoke, as he stopped in front of his dresser to gather his clothes. He turned around to find Remus standing in front of the enormous terrarium, face pressed and grinning so wide against the glass. There on the other side of the enclosure were Tootsie and Reese wrapped around a long branch, staring directly back at Remus. They flicked their tongues out and slithered hastily closer to Remus. The duke squealed in excitement, nearly almost ripping, and breaking the glass door off its hinges while yanking it open and scooping up the rather large snake into his hands.

“Girls!” He laughed as they flicked their tongues at his nose. “Uncle Remus misses you too! Did Snake Daddy over there bore you too much and now you’re desperate for my love and affection and you want Uncle Remus to kidnap you and take you on adventures forever and ever until the day we die?”

“Take me daughters away from me and I’ll skin you alive, force you to watch documentaries about sports, and shove carrots in your mouth until you can’t take it anymore.” Janus hissed.

No, not the carrots! Those are by far the worst out of the three for Remus. The top most disgusting food on top of his list. Tied right with cranberry sauce. People who find that horrendous thing appetizing, are those to not be trusted.

Remus shudders, “Sorry girls, but I’m gonna have to put a raincheck on that. Snake Daddy-kins knows how to ruin a party.”

If snakes could frown, the girls would’ve been able to show how disheartened they appeared to look just from them lowering their head in disappointment. Remus gives them each a peck on top of their heads before placing the girls back in their terrarium, closing the door, and promising them another day to spend quality time with each other again.

“Well?” Janus prompted while walking over to a Victorian goth dressing screen.

Remus plopped himself onto Janus’s bed. “Well, what?”

Janus sighed, placing his silk pajamas and boxer briefs over the screen to dry himself with the towel. “You didn’t answer my question earlier.”

“Oh, yeah! Can’t help myself whenever I see the girls you know. I get distracted.”

Janus gave a small smile, “I know.” He draped the towel over the screen once he was done drying, grabbing his clothes and began slipping them on. “So, what’s the tea?”

“When did you and my brother started finally fucking?”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Remus was quick to find out before Janus could spill the beans. Yet, here Janus is. Lying flat on top of his expensive furniture piece.

Janus was halfway into putting his bottoms on

when the question caught him off guard as his foot got caught and stuck inside, making him lose his balance. He yelped, unable to steady himself in time as Janus came crashing down onto the dressing screen.

He’s going to murder him.

Remus was cackling at the incident (the little fucking shit) while the deceitful side groaned, pushing his body off it. He frowned to find a part of the screen had broken. Janus peered up, face red of embarrassment as he bore daggers at his best friend.

“REMUSSS!!” Janus fumed.

Remus stopped laughing, batting his eyelashes “innocently” all the while posing to match his fake act of innocence with a fake halo appearing on top of his head.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“I’ve done nothing wrong. All I asked was a simple question and you were the one to clumsily trip and break your thing. Serves it right too. Why try to hide all that sexiness around me anyway?”

Janus wanted to scream because Remus knows that’s not the only reason why Janus is upset.

Remus grinned, “You can deny it all you want but that face tells me all.”

Curse him for knowing him too well.

Janus snarled at him.

The duke awed at him, cooing. “So, it appears to be true then. I can’t believe you truly went and finally did it you mad snake man! Even though, I still find it gross that you went after my ugly twin, Roman, of all people. But, you do you, I guess. Or, should I say you do him.” Remus snickered.

“Oh, my fucking god, I hate you. I can’t believe you interrupted my bath session for this.” Janus moaned. He rolled off the broken screen and sat on the floor, readjusting and properly slipping his bottoms on right this time.

“First off, I did not fuck your brother (yet). Second, we only confessed to each other a couple of days ago and ended up accidentally falling asleep on the same bed. Third, we haven’t even gone on a date yet. Lastly, I don’t fuck anyone right away when we just barely got together. I want to take my time and make them feel completely comfortable with me. I wouldn’t want to push or hurt him at all…”

Remus faked a gag. “Ugh, kissy feelings. I think I’m gonna barf from it.”

Janus stood up, dusting any dust that might’ve landed on his pajamas. “Wait until we smoother each other non stop with affection. You would want to gouge your eyes out and tear your ears off.” He snapped his bare fingers at the broken screen, whispering a lie to mend itself again into one piece as it arose back into place.

Remus groaned, “It was already bad enough that Roman talked about you constantly and now that you irrevocably listened to your dicks and hooked up, he’s in an even worse state.”

“Funny way of saying hearts but go on,” Janus interjected, sitting himself down on his vintage black cushioned chair with golden accents. Purposefully placed by his bedroom window for whenever he and his girls want to soak and bathe in the natural sunlight during reading books and drinking tea sessions.

Remus continued, brushing Janus’s comment off the side, “And he has this stupid lovely dovey look plastered on his dumb face with these big goo goo heart eyes, often sighing in content and has been writing and practicing reciting poetry about you in his bedroom. Though, not the first time but now he’s too far gone. You’ve broken my brother. Congratulations, on beating me from doing the impossible.”

“Truthfully, a remarkable feat to be proud of.” Janus shimmed in his seat with his head held up high, smugly smiling and sticking his forked tongue out at Remus.

And he’ll make word on himself to proceed to pluck all those sides out of Roman and more, exploring further wondrous different versions of him. From the pretty pinks and reds, Janus could easily pull out of him, to variations of noises that can range from squeaks, to laughter, and to delectable ones he aims to drag out of him one day. Ones, that his ears hungers to absorb, to consume those musical notes and imprint into his brain to store and endlessly reuse when in desperate need.

Oh, how it makes the predatory in him thrive.

Unfortunately, he has to behave himself right now. Certainly not now, but in the near future.

Remus retorted his best friend’s prideful smugness with his own tongue.

Janus grinned in response.

Funny how the tables can efficiently turn around into one of many of their discussions.

Silence momentarily filled the room while Janus thought back to how Remus spoke about Roman and the delayed reaction in one of his comments finally hit it.

Roman’s been writing Janus poetry? Wait-back up. He’s also been practicing reciting them out loud?

For Janus?

Janus’s mouth shifted into an affectionate smile, his cheeks dusting in rosy-pink. How immensely Roman of him. Cheesy, yet still undeniably romantic and impactful. Janus wouldn’t deny such a sweet gesture from him or any kind at all.

Never. Not from his sunshine prince.

“Ugghh, not you too. Both of you are gonna make me go mad. Madder that is.” Remus complained, interrupting Janus’s thoughts.

“Good.”

“Dick, but I would like to add on something.” Remus hunched forward, boring those devilish crimson eyes into Janus’s heterochromatic ones. The room’s air shifted and Remus’s tone of voice dropped as he pressed forward into his speech, “Best friend or not, if you ever hurt and break my brother’s heart, I’m gonna be the one to do the honors in skinning you alive. You can say adios to that pretty little snake skin of yours.”

Remus cocked his head to the side, smiling then grinning malignantly. His sharp teeth and crimson wide eyes, paired with the same intent, luminesced in the dimmed lit room.

It was a sight enough to give someone a good scare. For, Janus, he was used to it. However, there was something different this time with the way Remus changed his speaking tone and the unsettling expression staring directly at him made Janus’s skin crawl.

And something told him that Remus wasn’t done threatening him.

Janus couldn’t hold his gaze on Remus for much longer, needing to blink. It was a bit of a downside for being part snake. Would’ve been quite useful to have the ability to keep his eyes open in this situation.

He blinked, and the next thing he registered, Remus was in his face with that same expression still plastered on his face. Janus dared not to flinch nor show any signs of fear as he continues to keep his eyes glued onto the intrusive side.

“Y eso no es todo. First, I’ll pierce my claws into your skin and rip off all your scales that will have you screaming bloody murder. Then, I’m gonna chop off your dick, shove it far down inside your throat that will have you in tears, choking to death while I enjoy every single bit of your suffering and that is only just the beginning of the torture, I have planned for you. Are we clear?”

The serpent fixed a smile at the intrusive side, “Crystal.”

Remus held his gaze a bit longer, before nodding and lightly patting Janus’s scaled cheek, “Good.” He took a step back and reverted his attitude and voice back to his default settings. “Welp, my work here is done!” He announced proudly with a satisfied smile, hands on his hips.

Janus felt like he could properly breathe better again. He exhaled a breath of air and leaned fully back in his chair, “Trying to test me as if you probably haven’t done the same thing with Roman. What if he is the one to hurt me instead?”

“I’ll kick his fucking ass and beat him up with my morning star.”

“Why am I not surprised that he only gets corporal punishment.” Janus muttered.

“Oh, no. You’ll also get that too if you fuck this up.” Remus chirped.

“Wonderful,” Janus deadpanned. “And if we both are at fault?”

“I’ll kick both of your asses at the same time, slap and shake ya’ll silly, and force you two to make up inside a lock dungeon while running for your lives when I unleash a heard of my monster creations at you.”

“H-how on earth will something like that help?”

“Beats me, but I’m sure you two will figure it out!”

Janus’s looked just about done, “I swear with you-”

Remus laughed, turning his back from Janus as he jaunted once more over to Tootsie and Reese, making kissy noises and waving goodbye to them before making his way over to Janus’s door. He came to a halt in front of his destination, a hand on the handle when he turned halfway back to speak to Janus once more. “And I mean all of what I said Janus…” Remus’s hand shook, his grip tightening around the handle. “Don’t fuck this up…Both of you, but you especially…”

Janus lowered his head, bangs falling to obscure his vision, “I know, Remus… I don’t plan to.” He softly spoke, almost in a whisper.

Remus said nothing as he turned the knob on the door, letting himself out. He closed the door behind him and solemnly retreated to his room to retire for the night.

The serpent lifted his head up again, respiring the moment Remus shut his door. “I wholeheartedly mean every single word of it my dear friend.”

His attention wondered over to a framed photo of the two placed on his desk. An older photo of them when they were younger and still trying to put a name to themselves. Janus smiled weakly, “And I promise to hold him very dear to my cold-blooded heart. Just exactly like how I promised myself to keep doing the same for you.”

#I'm gonna scream if this doesn't show up in the tags #tumblr get your shit together #platonic dukeceit #roceit #creativitwins #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ellie writes

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Mr. Librarian Meets Mr. Writer

@agardenofideas commented:

you can choose the characters: person 1: hey you dropped something!!! person 2 looking at 1: oh? and what is it? person 1: your standards. hi, I'm 1 Thank you for the prompt! I went with wolf star as they are my favorite ship

Remus hurried down the stairs of the library, the stacks of books tucked under his arm. He had a bit of a slow day today but usually, Wesndays were like that, and thankfully it gave him time to add the new shipment of books he had been putting off since Friday into the system.

He was ever so excited that the new volume to a series he was obsessed with had just arrived. After adding it to the system he checked it out for himself, and now he had a relaxing night of bubble baths, tea, and the wonderful world build by Padfoot S.

Padfoot S, was the author of the Marauders, a tale of three best friends who met a boarding school but soon learn they were all part of a curse placed on their bloodlines thousands of years ago.

The curse effect only the firstborn son, forcing him to turn into animals on the full moon after his fifteenth birthday. The curse would then follow him throughout the rest of his life until the animal completely took over at the age of fifty. The three friends banded together to go on a journal and break the curse.

Remus adores young adult novels but this one was a breath of fresh air since the main focus of the story was friendship and mythology rather than romance. He didn't hate romance but sometimes it was too in his face, and he was suspecting the main character was being written to reveal as gay later on. He is hoping.

The other books he had were some he wanted to read as well but they would be only after he finished Mauraders year seven. Maybe even a few days later if this book broke his heart and he had to recover from it.

Remus couldn't wait to get to the bus stop. A full thirty minutes for him to read his book!

"Hey, you drop something!" A voice suddenly calls out, a little ways behind him. Pausing Remus turns around to see a man in a leather jacket, long raven hair, and ripped jeans walking towards him. His heavy boots stomp on the ground with aggression but his expression is open and friendly.

Realizing he is speaking to him Remus glances down, worried he had dropped one of his books or a piece of paper. He had the nasty habit of sticking papers into his books as bookmakers, despite the actual bookmakers he owns. "Oh? What is it? What I drop?"

"Your standards. Hi, I'm Sirius Black." The man holds out his hand with a boyish smolder and Remus blinks back at him.

"I ugh, I'm sorry?" He asks unable to take the offered hand because his brain was still trying to process the strange greeting. "Are you...hitting on me?"

"Yup. I was wondering if I could convince you to go on a date with me this weekend while I was at it." Sirius says without a lick of shame still holding his hand out.

"Oh." Remus didn't know what to say. He had people flirt with him before and he had done the same with a few as well but no one had come up to him out of nowhere like this guy was doing. He takes the offered handshake, pumping his arm up and down in a firm grip for lack of what to do. ". I'm Remus. Is this a joke?"

Sirius laughs, it's a sound that sounds from deep within his chest shaking his whole frame, and Remus is surprised by the lovely sounds. "No. I really do want to take you on a date. What do you say?"

"Um...alright." He says unsure why but something about Sirius felt safe. He knew he wouldn't be the kind of person who grew angry when rejected so he saw no reason why he shouldn't. Besides he could always give him a fake number if things went south.

He pointed to the cafe nearby, Regulus' Cafe, and smiled "Want to have that first date now?"

Sirius turns to the building raising a brow "There?"

"Yes is there a problem?"

"Not at all. Lead the way, Remus." The door of the cafe chimes, when they step in. The place is busy but not packed and the man wearing glasses behind the counter nods at them.

"Be right with you!" He calls while in the process of making some drinks for the group of teenagers at the counter. Regulus' cafe is a cozy-looking place with a minor gimmick of constellations, that are directly painted on the corners of the walls and the tables in white sparkling paint.

With its blended colors of dark blue and purples, the place looked like it was frozen in dust, just before the night took over. Remus instantly thought it would be the perfect example of the Traveling Pub in the Mauraders series and vowed to come back more often if this date went well.

Sirius seemed to spend a lot of time here as he knew the barista by name, asking James to give him a discount for his first date. Surprisingly even though Sirius seems to be joking James did in fact give them a discount winking at Remus when he caught his gaze.

Remus takes a few minutes to look at the menu, but in the end, Sirius picks a coffee while Remus gets the spicy chocolate shake, and James pumps out their drinks quickly. He throws in some banana bread after claiming Reggie wouldn't mind.

As they make their way to an open table with the pastries and drinks Remus couldn't help but notice the way Sirius was eyeing his books and realized he recognized the blue one. "Have you ever read Mauraders?"

"Read it? One could say I wrote it" Sirius answers with a cheerful grin. pulling the laughing lines around his eyes and lighting up his face. "Do you like the series?"

"I love it!" What followed next was forty minutes of Remus outlining everything he adores about the series forgetting it was a date in the process as Sirius stares at him with a bewitch expression. It's the best first date he ever had.

(Meanwhile, Regulus gets back from break only to find out his brother is skipping on his shift to flirt with the librarian and his boyfriend gave the pair of idiots a full loaf of banana bread...again. He needs to stop hiring Sirius between novels his brother never knows how to work)

#hpdabbles #Harry Potter #Wolfstar #mention of Jegulus #mordern Au #In which Remus is on a first date with his favorite novelist and doesn't realize it #Sirius had seen him walk by everyday #James ships it #Agardenofideas

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fleetingpieces · 3 years

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My One in a Million Chapter 4

Tagging @donttouchmycarrots and @sunflowerfox87 who I still can’t believe wanted to be tagged 🥺

Thank you so much everyone for your support ❤️

And as always, thank you @inloveoknutzy and Nayla for proofreading, you guys are the best ❤️

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Chapter 4 - Morning routines

The feeling of the earth on his bare feet. Long nights playing video games with his friends. Streaming for his fans. Slow sunsets and starry nights. Having the gang at his flat all the time. Relaxing bubble baths. Sunday lunch with the Potters. Making the people who doubted him shove their words up their asses.

Those were all things Sirius Black loved.

Having his brother drilling him at 7 am on an otherwise perfect Friday morning was most definitely not one of them. Not at all.

“I told you a thousand times already, and I’ll say it again one last time. I am not. Going. To that stupid. Fucking. Dinner,” he practically yelled over the phone.

There was a tired sigh on the other end of the line.

“Sirius, please. Could you stop thinking only about yourself for once? They want you to come.” A short pause. “I want you to come.”

Sirius grunted lowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, Reg. I gave them too much already. I can’t keep giving them more. I’m sorry.” He hung up before Regulus could get another word in and raked both hands through his hair.

Manipulative pieces of crap. They ‘wanted him to come’? What a fucking pile of shit. They had never wanted him there, they only wanted whatever they could get from him, asking for more, more and more, until they could suck him dry. They wouldn’t even be bothering with him if he was of no use to them.

Saying no to Regulus was the hard part. Knowing they were using him precisely because of this, that Regulus himself was using it against him, was almost like a knife twisting in his gut.

It hurt.

It hurt so fucking much, because Sirius still cared about him. He was still his little brother, despite the decisions they had both taken for their lives. But Regulus didn’t see it that way.

Sirius started pacing up and down his room, rubbing a hand through his face as his other went instinctively to his back pocket to grab a pack of cigarettes. He hated feeling like this, hated the push and pull that came with his family’s relationships; craving the acceptance of his own blood, wanting to be close to his brother, but also feeling like he needed to get as far from them as he could. Why couldn’t they understand he didn’t want anything to do with the company? Heck, he didn’t want anything to do with most of them, he only kept some sort of contact because of Regulus. Even if his brother didn’t really want anything to do with him.

A flash of pain slashed him in the middle of his chest, and Sirius stormed off to the balcony, a fag already between his lips.

Lighting it up felt like lifting some of the weight off his shoulders. He pictured all of his problems in his head and imagined exhaling them with the smoke, drifting away in the morning sky until there was nothing left of them.

Sirius snorted. He wished it was that easy to get rid of all his worries, but his brother’s voice kept whispering in his ears, no matter how many times he watched the smoke dissipate in front of his face, mixing with words that were not Reg’s but still sounded in his voice. Stop thinking about yourself. You’re such a disappointment. We gave you so much, and this is how you repay us? You don’t care about me. You don’t care, you don’t care, you don’t care.

“Ugh, fuck,” Sirius grunted as he leaned on the rail and let his head hang low, pressing his forehead against the cold metal.

A low sound reached him through the fog of noises in his head. It was a song he’d never heard before, its rhythm slow and calming, and Sirius tried to focus on that to clear his mind and make the voice shut up.

He raised his head, looking at the place where it was coming from, only to be faced with a sight that almost made him drop his cigarette six floors down.

The new neighbor, Remus, was behind the glass doors of his balcony, standing on top of a yoga mat, wearing a black tank top and a pair of grey shorts that were dangerously hiking up his thighs in the position he was currently in.

His arms were stretched on top of his head, his toned muscles making the veins in his arms pop, and his broad shoulders working with the slow movements he was making. There was such a peaceful air about him. His eyes were closed and the sun was drawing golden lines that flitted through his hair as he bent down at the waist to touch the floor, leaving his back exposed.

The freckles on Remus shoulders disappeared below the t-shirt, and Sirius desperately wanted to know just how far they reached. He swallowed thickly, unable to look away. It was mesmerizing to watch Remus transition between poses, his lithe body flowing like water. He briefly wondered if the man was as pliable in other ways, but when his heart rate started quickening, Sirius decided he should stop being a creep and allow his neighbor the privacy he deserved. Before he could tear his eyes away though, a black shadow darted into the room and tackled Remus to the floor.

Sirius gripped the rail unconsciously before he realised it was just Remus’ dog, and he was left breathless once more at the image in front of him.

Remus was laughing as the dog nudged him with its head, two of its paws pressed over those powerful shoulders as Remus stroked the fur at its sides. The man’s eyes were crinkled, his curls falling onto his forehead in a tawny mess that was so cute Sirius thought he might die.

Seeing him smiling like that, it reminded Sirius of the Halloween party almost a week ago.

At first, he’d been annoyed about Lily bringing Remus and a stranger into his home, but that was mainly ‘cause Sirius had been on edge about the whole family drama. He had been looking forward to a chill night with his friends, and having outsider eyes at that moment felt like something that would have made him step on eggshells all night to avoid revealing his identity.

But Remus had proved to be as interesting as Sirius had thought him to be the first time they talked, always taking him by surprise with his comments and reactions.

Sirius desperately wanted to know where the hell Remus had learned to play like that. It wasn’t every day that he was beaten by someone that didn’t seem to have a lot of time for games, even if he’d been overly distracted by his toned thigh touching his own leg. Yes, Sirius had had a hard time concentrating, but he hadn’t slacked off. Remus was good. And Sirius wanted to know how.

He was intrigued by the man in so many ways, his interest peaking with every new little thing he noticed: the gaming, the yoga, his weird way of thinking -Sirius chuckled when he remembered how Remus had thought he was a fucking drug dealer-, him showing up at a party wearing a jumper that was a few sizes too big for him, looking so impossibly cuddly and warm; his relationship with his dog, his relationship with that Leo guy.

As Remus nuzzled his nose into the dog’s fur, Sirius thought about the rainbow coloured bracelet on Leo’s wrist. He admired the guy for wearing the flag so proudly, just there in plain sight for everyone to see. Sirius wished he could do the same, to stand tall, out in the open. But the consequences for him were way too high.

A small, annoying part of his brain felt the need to remind him that this didn’t mean Remus liked dudes. But Sirius took comfort in the knowledge that, at the very least, it meant that he was ok with it. That he wouldn’t condemn Sirius for it.

Sirius reached for a new cigarette, even if he was already feeling calmer, and put it between his teeth, taking a second before lighting it. While he played with the flame of his lighter, he wondered how Remus knew about Padfoot. Oh, what he wouldn’t do to know that story.

His heart warmed, not for the first time, at how Remus had defended Padfoot so fiercely, having no idea that he was right there; no idea how much his words meant for Sirius. Remus had understood him incredibly thoroughly for someone that didn’t even know who Padfoot was. That he was sitting right next to him. And Sirius wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but he wanted to find out.

It was no surprise that Remus hadn’t recognized his voice, even though he was clearly a fan. Sirius always hid his accent on his videos to conceal any connection to his family, so his parents wouldn’t intervene and ruin everything.

Suddenly, the music drifting from the room next door changed to a more upbeat one. Remus lifted the black dog up in his arms, something that couldn’t be easy given its size, and hugged it as he started twirling around the room, laughing brightly as he did.

He was dancing.

With his dog.

And the face he was making, like the animal meant the world to him... How could someone you barely knew be so fucking endearing?

Sirius was still staring when Remus turned around and lifted his head, his eyes locking with Sirius’. He stopped mid-turn, the smile slipping from his face. Sirius felt a blush prickling at his cheeks at being caught basically ogling him, but he waved with an awkward smile.

His only answer was a scowl, even if from afar he could tell Remus was blushing too. He set the dog down, glaring at Sirius, who let his hand drop slowly as he watched the man close the curtains in a slash.

Sirius hid his face in his hands, feeling the heat radiate from his cheeks. How could he fuck up so much? Remus would think he was a fucking creep now. Dragging his hands down, Sirius knew he would have to genuinely step up his game if he wanted to get to know this man.

In the afternoon, Sirius was still pondering ways to get more acquainted with Remus, and coming back empty handed. He didn’t want to just show up at one of his classes, he lived right next door for fucks sake! He should be able to find a way to start up a conversation with him, right? Although Sirius had to admit, he hadn’t seen much of the guy since he’d moved in. Of course, Sirius hadn’t exactly been in the right state of mind to notice him.

But life seemed to be on his side, at least this once. Because when he stepped into the coffee shop where he was meeting up with James and Lily, the first thing he saw was a head of tawny curls.

Barely keeping in his glee, Sirius walked towards Remus, figuring he could just say hi. He stopped dead in his tracks though, when he was just a few steps behind him and he realized Remus was humming the lyrics of An Open Letter to Myself.

“I love that song,” he said without thinking. The man had a lovely voice, sweet and a bit sad, and it made his curiosity peak again.

Remus jolted and turned around with surprised eyes and slightly flushed cheeks, but as gold met silver, his eyebrows dropped quickly over his eyes. Sirius was taken aback by the clear hostility in Remus’ features, which made him stutter as he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, I... I saw you and thought... I… uhm... should come and say hi? So...hi,” Sirius said and immediately groaned inwardly at his stupidity. Since when was he this clumsy?

“Hello,” Remus said in a polite, detached tone before he turned away.

Sirius took a minute to rearrange his thoughts while he placed his order right after Remus. They got their drinks at the same time, and before Remus could walk away from the shop, Sirius scrambled for something else to say.

“Your dog is beautiful, what’s its name?”

The corner of Remus’ mouth tickled up at the mention of his pet, but it was pushed down almost instantly.

“Cocoa,” he replied reluctantly, and Sirius almost spit his tea.

“Cocoa? That huge ass dog has a cute name like Cocoa?”

Remus rolled his eyes, but he was almost pouting. “I just really like chocolate, ok? Besides, he’s just a pup,” he said as he moved over to add some sugar to his chai latte. Sirius followed.

“A pup?” he said incredulously. “How is that a pup?!”

Remus huffed. “He’s only about two or three years old.”

Sirius stared at him in disbelief. That dog was already past Remus’ knees, and if what he was saying was right, he was probably going to grow some more.

“Did you adopt him?” he asked, tilting his head, thinking about Remus’ choice of words. He was focusing his whole attention on Remus, and that was probably the only reason why he noticed the slight stutter of his hand as he stirred his drink.

“Yeah,” he said in a breath. Sirius thought that would be the end of the conversation, but then -as if he couldn't help himself- Remus added, “he was very young when I found him. He was abandoned and practically left to die; his previous owners must have thought it was too much trouble to raise a wolfdog, and decided to leave him tied up in the woods instead of being decent human beings and finding him an appropriate home.”

There was such disgust in his voice that Sirius took a step back while his heart melted into a puddle. Of course he rescued dogs. Sirius was starting to wonder if this guy was even real. He’d been so thoroughly captivated by him in such a short time, it was a bit scary. Sirius hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. He hadn’t let himself feel like this, it was too risky, and he knew it would be more sensible to leave Remus alone and stay away from him before things got worse, but he had felt drawn to him ever since the Halloween party.

“That’s awful. No one deserves to be treated like that,” he replied softly against his better judgement. If things got worse, he’d deal with that later.

Remus’ head snapped up, and for a moment it looked like he was drowning. Sirius had no idea what had brought that expression to his face, but the only thought in his mind was how desperately he wanted to erase it.

In hopes of doing so, he tried to change the subject to something lighter. “So, you like games, huh? You really did a number on me the other day. When did you start playing?”

The response he got was not what he’d expected. Remus’ expression hardened, and he turned his gaze away as he discarded the used stick with more force than was probably necessary.

“That’s hardly any of your concern, is it?”

Sirius blinked. And then blinked again. Was he still mad at him?

“Look, I’m really sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just-”

“You really think this is all just about this morning?” Remus snapped.

“What?” Sirius was confused. What had he done? He’d made a little fun of Remus the first time they talked, but it hadn’t been that bad, had it?

“At least you weren’t smoking into my room today,” Remus added with a huff, which made Sirius frown.

He supposed he did smoke quite close to the edge of their balconies, but by the way Remus was talking, he felt like there was more to it. He tried to think of all the interactions they had had so far, but he couldn’t think of anything that would elicit Remus’ anger. His mind drifted to them sitting on his couch with the NHL game, how their shoulders had bumped together playfully, how Remus had even seemed to be comfortable once he got a controller in his hands. It was the only time Remus had acted in a friendly-ish manner towards him, without the scowl that seemed to be permanently weighing down on his brows. But none of his smiles had actually been directed at him, they had all been shared with Leo.

He smiled a lot around the blond, but whenever he was close to Sirius he seemed to be in a bad mood. Sirius hated that.

“What did I do for you to dislike me so much?”

“If you need to ask, it just shows that it’s not even worth answering you.”

Remus turned around and walked briskly to the door, leaving Sirius completely dumbfounded. The door opened just as Remus was reaching for the handle, and he almost bumped into Lily and James, who were coming in. Sirius watched as he nodded at them with a few words, threw one last glare his way, and disappeared in the afternoon sun.

Lily watched him walk away with a confused expression on her face. She glanced at James who just shrugged, and then she looked directly at Sirius with a deep frown. He seemed to be getting a lot of those lately.

“What was that all about?” she asked when they got next to him.

“He hates me, that’s what it was,” Sirius grumbled.

“Why?”

“I don’t know!” Throwing his hands in the air, Sirius stared at Lily like she held all the answers in the world. “He looks at me like I’m the worst person to ever walk the Earth. What did I do to deserve that?”

Lily winced, and Sirius felt his heart freeze where it had melted on the floor.

“Well, apparently, you haven’t been a very good neighbor, have you?” she said gently. Everything started falling into place then, and Sirius suddenly had a pretty good idea what she was talking about. He could be a very self-absorbed prick after a row with his family.

“What can I do?”

“Maybe you should try apologizing first,” she doubted for a second before she kept going. “I’ve heard you broke something important of his on the day you two met.”

“That was him?!” Sirius asked in astonishment, remembering the day he’d knocked someone over in the hall, and ignoring the few heads that turned his way at his raised voice.

“You’re joking, right? You didn’t know?” When Sirius only shook his head, still speechless, Lily stared at him, bewildered. “Sirius, how could you not know?”

“I was so angry at the time Lily, I barely noticed anything I was doing!” Sirius said in a pleading voice. He glanced at James for support, who looked at him in sympathy and understanding. Sirius rubbed a hand over his face. “I just needed to get out of the flat, I couldn’t stand the sight of Reg with his cold eyes and-” Sirius stopped himself, clenching his fists.

It all came back to him. How Regulus had suddenly turned up at his flat, even though he wasn’t supposed to know the address. Even though he hadn’t visited Sirius’ home in five years.

How Reg had looked at him with such clear disappointment, like Sirius was nothing more than a waste of space, and had told him that he was expected to attend the annual Black Enterprises’ gala and fulfill his duty to the family. How he had stated that it was time he stopped acting like a child, with his foolish, selfish dreams, and took his place in the company.

Sirius had never wanted anything to do with the monster corporation that was Black Enterprises. He hated the way they did business and how they treated people, like anyone outside the Black family was trash.

A hand on his shoulder shook him away from his memories before he could spiral down into the hole he’d been in in the weeks before Halloween. Sirius looked up, and found James’ kind hazel eyes.

“It’s ok Pads,” he whispered. “You’re out of there. They have nothing on you, and you owe them absolutely nothing. I’m sure you can fix this.”

Sirius hoped his friend was right.

#My One in a Million #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #remus x sirius #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #neighbor!au #yoga!remus #remus #sirius orion black

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What is your favorite moment of each ship in ASC ?

Hi, nuninho2000!

What a great question! This will take some thought!

Remadora -- I really love the moment he tells her that he's a werewolf and she's like "Duh" and Remus is completely baffled. One of my favourite lines is where Tonks basically tells him she thinks he's freaking out enough for the both of them:

He shook his head, swallowing slowly. Now that he had finally begun he was determined to get the words out. “The man’s name was Fenrir Greyback and he’s a notoriously well known and dangerous werewolf. I’m not notorious, but I am dangerous and… a werewolf,” he finished, lamely.

He tugged his hands away from her, marching into the kitchen, his hands in his hair again.

Tonks watched him march away from her and she followed him, spinning him around and slipping her hands into his back pockets again and holding him against her. “I know that already. So, what?”

Remus simply stared at her. “So what? That’s all you can bloody well say! I just told you that I’m a fucking werewolf!”

Tonks nipped at his bottom lip. “And, I figured that out already. Did you think I didn’t suspect when you always left me on the moon cycle? Your scars? Your possessive nature? I like a little danger, Remus. I’m an Auror.”

“Nymphadora, I am not a little danger! Do you have any idea what a creature like me can do? I can break through doors and walls with my strength! I can track you for kilometres, I can hear anything almost ten kilometres away. Look at me!” he exploded, pushing her away angrily and slapping his hands on his bare chest. “I did this! Me! I lock myself away and if I don’t take the Wolfsbane Potion without anything to hunt or to kill, I claw at myself; scratching my own skin off, clawing at myself in desperation! That monster lives inside of me! The wolf is inside of me all of the time! I am the wolf all of the time! The mask of the man just hides my true face. Do you understand? Why the fuck are you not freaking out?”

She moved towards him carefully. His eyes were wide and amber now, his hair tousled from his hands. He looked panicked, she thought, and even more like the sexy bewildered professor that she fancied. She placed her hands on his abs, sliding her palms along his rib cage, up his chest and over his shoulders.

“I think that you’re freaking out enough for the both of us to be honest,” she said teasingly, kissing the skin below his ear. “I like your mask, but I think that it’s time for you to take it off now.”

Remus stared at her in confusion. “Nymphadora, you’re not even listening to me!”

Tonks put her hand over his mouth. “No, you’re not listening and I’m pretty sure that’s a serious flaw in your personality. Are you honestly standing there waiting for me to change my mind about you?” His eyes flickered in pain before he masked it and her own eyes narrowed. “I’m a klutz, a complete spaz, if I’m honest with myself. I had hoped that I would grow out of it, but obviously it’s something that is part of me no matter what I do. The wolf is part of you and I think that it’s time that you get off your high horse and stop being so bloody ashamed of it.” -- Chapter 95 of ASC

Zeerius - hmm... I love a lot of moments with them. But I think one of my favourites is when he comes home after a full moon with Remus worried that Harry is still annoyed with him for not letting him go and he finds Harry sleeping on the sofa with Zee in the chair. He wakes up and she's making breakfast and wearing his clothes and he's just completely swamped with love over the normalcy of it.

Sirius rubbed his tired eyes as he unlocked the front door to Black Cottage and let himself inside. He stifled a yawn, smiling when Marauder came over to greet him, rubbing the dog behind the ears. “Good boy,” he whispered, “Did you keep Prongslet company all night, good boy.”

Marauder burrowed closer to him, eager for affection and Sirius pat him gingerly on the head, kicking off his shoes as he called Kreacher to him.

“How was he?”

“Kreacher did not stay. Master Sirius’ lady said she would stay.”

“What?” Sirius asked in surprise as his gaze zeroed in on Zee, stretched out across the armchair, his duvet burrowed around her, her mess of dark caramel curls hanging over the back of the chair. “Go back to Grimmauld Place, Kreacher, thank you.”

The elf vanished and he smiled at the image of ‘his lady’ curled up and walked over to her, bending his head to kiss her forehead and then he realized that Harry was stretched out across the sofa, glasses on the table next to an empty bowl of popcorn kernels with Lady Godiva sleeping in front of the couch as if keeping watch.

Sirius stared at the two of them, his heart quite literally swamped with love. He tenderly brushed Harry’s hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead. He stood up, pulled his jumper over his head and tugged his tee shirt down in its attempts to ride up and then he lifted his son’s legs to plop himself onto the couch, putting Harry’s legs on his lap. He pulled the duvet close to him and punched one of the throw pillows into position next to his head and was asleep in minutes. [...]

Sirius woke up less than three hours later to the smell of bacon. He rubbed a hand over his face, grinning at the sight of boy and dog snuggled on the sofa. He carefully extricated himself from the couch, wrapped Harry up a bit tighter and bent to kiss him. He was so innocent and young looking when he was asleep and his heart ached for the little boy that used to want to sit on his lap and ask for slooches. He kissed him again because Harry was asleep and he could and then he snapped his fingers at Marauder who jumped down, shaking his fur, and followed Sirius into the kitchen. Lady Godiva was still stretched out next to the couch as if keeping watch. He let Marauder outside and then grinned at the image of Zee at the counter frying up bacon and sausage and scrambling eggs in his sweatpants rolled at the ankles and his favourite worn jumper.

He slipped his arms around her waist, kissing her ear and her neck. “How do you look so fucking incredible all of the time?”

She laughed and tilted her head to the side so that he could kiss her neck some more. “With flattery like that, I’ll give you all the extra bacon you want.”

He smirked and blew a raspberry on her neck and she laughed. “When did you get back?”

“Last night. I came straight over.”

“You stayed the whole night with him?”

Zee shrugged, smiling as he held her in his arms, swaying gently too and fro while she continued to fry the meat and scramble the eggs. “Harry and I had a movie marathon and he did some of his homework. I didn’t really feel like being alone and since you had run off all mysterious like, I thought we could keep each other company.”

“Sometimes my wife needs attention, Zee and my kids… I mean, I’m a wanted man.”

She snorted and elbowed him. “I already know Remus is your wife, you prat.”

Sirius grinned and kissed her ear. “Thank you. You didn’t have to stay with him last night, but… thank you. I didn’t really want to leave him alone, but I’m trying this whole ‘he’s not a little boy anymore so I should trust him just a bit’ parenting attitude.”

“And how’s that working out for you?”

Sirius blew his hair out of his eyes and grinned, his arms still wrapped tightly around her waist. “Well, I don’t have him wrapped in a bubble yet so bully for me. I mean, this school year has been pretty easy going for him, outside of the Dementors, but with these Horcruxes and trying to figure out what the next step is, I just… sometimes I want to just hold him in my arms and never let go.”

Zee carefully put the scrambled eggs onto three plates along with the bacon and sausage before she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes and kissed him deeply.

“You are a wonderful father, Sirius Black, and Harry is very lucky to have someone as amazing as you loving him. But you do have to let him grow up. Even when it’s scary and terrifying and the thought makes you want to throw up at not being able to protect him all of the time, you still have to do it. But, he’s thirteen, not quite a boy, but not quite a man, and right now, you can still hold him close, but you have to learn to let go as well.”

Sirius kissed her, his hands sliding up her back to play with her messy curls, his lips on hers, his tongue meeting hers. He pushed her back up against the counter, lifting her hips to hold her up as he kissed her, hard and soft, long and deep as she sighed against him happily.

“Can you two at least snog in a room where the bacon isn’t?” Harry said, snatching the plate from behind the snogging couple with a grin. “I’d like to keep my appetite, thanks.”

Sirius smirked and cuffed Harry lightly across the head making his son grin. “Brat.” -- Chapter 123 of ASC

Hinny - Like Zeerius, I have so many moments I love with them. I love when Ginny kisses him when he's five and I love when Harry's in denial of his feelings for her. But one of my favourite scenes I've written is the one where they compare scars. I think it really shows the depth of their friendship, their relationship, and I just think it's totally sweet.

Ginny gently brushed his fringe off his forehead. “I remember everything about you, Harry.”

“I thought your parents would never let me back there. I thought Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus would send me away because I did freak things… that’s what… that’s what the Dursleys had told me.”

Ginny tenderly stroked his cheek and down his jaw with her knuckles. “In that memory I saw… you said that they beat you?”

Harry nodded. “That first night when Uncle Siri tried to give me a bath, I guess my whole back was cut up from the belt, it was about a week old, but they hadn’t been taken care of properly and they’d festered a bit. I have a few tiny scars on my back from it, barely noticeable.”

Ginny lifted his tee shirt and he shifted to show her four tiny white scratches that were vertical just under his shoulder blades. She leaned in, gently brushing her lips over each scar and he shivered before he pulled his tee shirt back down and turned to hold her back in his lap.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Ginny told him.

He shrugged, his fingers playing with the tips of her hair. “I didn’t know any different. I just knew that my parents had died and that they were my only relatives. They didn’t want me and made sure to tell me almost every day. I was a burden, a freak of nature, and they didn’t want my unnaturalness under their roof. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs. They’d lock me in the dark as punishment, and they would starve me. I remember being afraid to tell my dads that I was hungry or too afraid to get up in the middle of the night to use the loo… but Uncle Rem and Uncle Siri, they gave me a home and I never looked back.”

Ginny took his hands in hers and brought them to her lips. “Only look back at the good.”

“You’re amazing, you know that, right?”

She smiled, her hand brushing over the palm of his left hand. “How did you get this scar?”

Harry glanced down at his palm to see the thin white line in the centre. “Broke a glass when I was four and it wasn’t properly treated.”

Ginny nodded and rolled up her right sleeve to show him a small crescent scar on her elbow. “From when I fell off Charlie’s broom when I was eight. I told Mum I fell out of a tree.” At his grin, she pushed her shirt aside to show him the scar on her left shoulder. “And this is where Ron pushed me off the roof of the shed when I was seven and I landed on my arm on the side, tore it open pretty bad. Percy patched me up after I made him promise not to tell Mum, and then he helped me get Ron back by pranking him into thinking there were spiders in his bed. Percy and I snuck into his room in the middle of the night and put itching powder in his sheets so he woke up all red and covered in itchy spots and Percy told him that they looked like spider bites.”

Harry laughed. “That’s pretty evil. I remember that. When I came to stay we had to check every nook and cranny of his room before he’d let me turn out the light to go to sleep.”

She grinned. “Don’t mess with me.”

“I’ll remember that,” he said on a strangled laugh. He stared at her for a moment before he lifted up his tee shirt again to show her the long thin jagged scar in the centre of his back. “Horntail.”

Ginny rolled up the left leg of her pants to show him a tiny scar the size of a sickle just behind her knee. “Gnome bite.”

Harry pointed to the small scar near the elbow of his right arm. “Rogue Bludger.”

Ginny lifted her right arm to show him a tiny half moon scar under her elbow. “Fred clipped me with his toy broomstick and the wood broke and cut my arm.”

Harry bent his head and lifted his fringe to show her a tiny thin barely noticeable red line on the top of his head. “Fell out of the treehouse.”

Ginny pulled her sock off and showed him a small cut on the bottom of her heel. “Stepped on a cactus leaf that KJ snipped off her plant.”

“That’s fresh,” Harry said. “And it’s not going to scar.” He took her foot in his hand and bent his head to press a soft kiss to the cut, making her shiver.

“I ran out of battle wounds.”

He chuckled and kissed her foot again. “We’re we competing?” He touched the lightning bolt on his forehead. “I win — Horcrux.”

Ginny smiled, her fingers slipping under his tee shirt to slide up his chest. “Emotional scars don’t leave physical marks, but I know that you can feel those scars just the same. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, Harry, but if you ever do want to talk about it, you know that I’m always here for you, right?”

Harry’s hands rested on her hips. “I know that.”

Ginny’s lips curved slightly before she leaned in and kissed him softly. “We can snog now if you’d like.” -- Chapter 217 of ASC

Romione - I don't write as much Ron and Hermione as I should. But I think one of my favourite scenes with them is when Ron is trying so hard to be the perfect boyfriend and not complain to her like he usually would and Hermione is like who is this? Where is my Ron?

Hermione snuck a glance over at Ron, admiring his tall frame as he walked next to her. She loved how attentive he’d been over the last month and a half. She loved how sweet and caring he’d been and most of all, she loved snogging him senseless. But she found herself missing the less agreeable Ron more than she wanted to admit.

The friend Ron would be complaining by now. They’d been in the bookstore for almost twenty minutes and while she had a stack of four new books that she was interested in, she was browsing without any real purpose, wondering how long she could spend in here before he complained. The fact that he hadn’t complained yet, worried her a bit.

Ever since they’d made their relationship official, he’d been the perfect boyfriend. Attentive and sweet. Affectionate and kind. He still made her laugh and complained about his homework, but he didn’t pick fights with her anymore either. She was making an effort to say things that would normally set him off. His blue eyes would spark in fire before he’d grind his teeth and not respond.

She hated that he didn’t respond.

It wasn’t that she wanted to argue with him. Who wanted to fight all the time? It was exhausting. It was just that fighting with Ron was… well, foreplay. The word surprised her when she admitted it, but she knew that it was true. She liked arguing with him. She liked watching his blue eyes fire up, the way his face would flush and the muscles in his neck would contract. She’d had more fantasies of shutting him up with her lips than she was willing to admit to.

But now that she had the opportunity to snog his brains out when they fought, he never fought back. It was a contradiction she hadn’t expected.

They spent another thirty minutes in the bookstore before she bought the four books in her hand and led him outside.

“It’s so lovely in there, maybe we should browse around a bit more?”

Ron’s mouth twitched. “Or we could go for a walk, maybe hit up Zonko’s?”

“I’d rather go back to the bookstore,” she said, smiling at him. “We can look at the romance novels again.”

Ron looked like he wanted to do just about anything else. “Um, yeah, I guess, if that’s what you want.”

“Ron, stop letting me do what I want!” Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

Ron only stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“This! The bookstore! I love it there!”

“I know,” he said. “You love books. They’re like your happy place, I get it.”

“But you don’t like books!”

Ron frowned. “I have nothing against books. I just don’t see the appeal of spending hours looking at them. It’s a colossal waste of time.”

“But you just spent fifty minutes letting me do just that! And now, when I mentioned going back inside, you immediately agreed to do so!”

“Because you said you wanted to!”

“Ron, if this relationship is going to work, you can’t just do everything that I want all the time!”

Ron was looking at her as if she had two heads. “So, you don’t want me to go to the bookstore with you?”

“Of course I do! I want you to do things with me that I love!”

“That’s what I’m doing!”

“But I don’t want you to!”

Ron gave her a confused a look. “I’m not a Seer, Hermione. If you have a problem you have to bloody well say it.”

“You’re being too nice to me!”

Ron looked positively dumbfounded. “What do you want from me? I’m trying here, okay! I’m trying to be the man you deserve and doing the things that you want to do to make you happy! And now you’re telling me that I shouldn’t do that? What do you want me to do? Drag you into Zonko’s under protest? Tell you that I have no desire to spend another minute in that sodding bookstore!”

“Yes!”

Ron shoved his cold hands into the pocket of his coat. “I don’t understand you. You’re mental!”

Hermione gave him a light shove. “Don’t call me mental!”

“Don’t act mental, then!” Ron retorted. He grabbed her arm before she could shove him again.

“Why are you like this?”

“Why are you like this?” Ron repeated. “Merlin knows I don’t know how to act when you become a mental shrew!”

“Daft prat!”

“Sassy witch!”

“Absolute tosser!”

“Mental bint!”

“Wanker!”

Ron grabbed her, ignoring the way she hit his arm and pulled her up against him, his voice low. “Absolutely, when I’m thinking about you.”

Hermione’s face flushed. “Ron!”

He tilted his forehead down to hers. “Why are we screaming at each other? Aren’t we supposed to be done fighting now?”

Hermione slid her hands up his chest, linking them behind his neck. “Says who?”

She pulled his face down to hers to kiss him and he made a growling sound in his throat as he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her and she lost herself in his kisses. A part of her was very aware of the fact that they were only a few metres outside of the bookstore, in the middle of the street where anyone could see them. But another part of her wanted his lips on hers more than she wanted to take another breath, let alone think about the embarrassment of their very public displays of affection. When her mouth moved down to his throat, she felt the hardness against her and she smiled, suddenly feeling more bold.

“Is fighting with me turning you on?”

“No,” he insisted, his hands sliding down to boldly cup her bum. “Absolutely not.”

Hermione slapped his hands off her bum and slid down his body. “Ron, we don’t have to agree on everything. We don’t have to always do the things that I want to do or the things that you want to do. If we’re going to make this work, we have to go back to how we were. My friend Ron would never have let me mosey around a bookstore for almost an hour. He would have cut me off at twenty minutes and made me leave to go to Zonko’s.”

Ron pulled her close again and kissed her. “I guess I’m just wondering if as your boyfriend if I do something like that, you’d stop snogging me.”

Hermione nipped at his lips, a soft smile on her face. “I have no plans of that. Do you plan to stop snogging me?”

“Hell no,” he muttered, his lips moving to her ear. -- Chapter 252 of ASC

Feo - Theo and Finn, they do have a lot of moments together, mostly smutty which we all love (or maybe just me LOL 🤔). But one of my favourite moments I wrote with them is actually one of the smutty ones. I absolutely love the scene where Finn takes him against the window of the study in Norfolk Manor.

But he also didn’t want to leave Finn.

He’d gotten used to waking up wrapped in his boyfriend’s arms. He loved the support Finn gave him; the calming way he had about him. Finn was always assuring him that everything would be okay. He’d gotten used to Finn being there day after day and the thought of going back to school and only seeing him on the weekends was more painful than he could bear.

As if he’d heard him, arms encircled his waist from behind and a warm mouth pressed against the side of his neck.

“How was the session today?”

“Good. Really good,” Theo told him. He turned his head to kiss him. “Did you just get back?”

Finn nodded and began to unbutton Theo’s shirt. “I did.”

Theo chuckled as his dress shirt was spread open and Finn began to work on his black trousers. “Let me take off my Wizengamot robe first.”

Finn’s mouth sucked on his ear so sharply that Theo felt the sensation between his legs as he pushed Theo’s trousers down, followed by his boxers. “No.”

Then his hands were all over and Theo felt a whoosh of magic as suddenly all of his clothes were gone except for the open purple robe. Finn turned him around and knelt in front of him. He started with soft kisses on his thighs, on the back of his knees, and then his mouth was wrapped around him and Theo could do nothing, but hold onto his boyfriend’s hair as he pleasured him.

Finn’s mouth brought him right to the edge before he stood up, kissing Theo’s cheek and turned him around towards the window. Theo groaned when he smelt the oil and then his boyfriend’s hands were doing the most delectable things to his arse.

“Finn...” he begged. “I want to touch you.”

Finn ignored this and Theo groaned when he felt his boyfriend’s finger rock into him. Then Finn was tugging his clothes off and Theo caught a glimpse of his boyfriend’s reflection in the window standing gloriously naked behind him before Finn pushed him up against the glass, and slid into him.

Theo cried out at the intrusion and then there was nothing but pleasure. Finn’s hands slid around to grip him, pumping him in rhythm with every thrust. His thumb stroking under the head, circling and tugging, and it wasn’t long before Theo cried out his name as he came all over the window pane. Finn rode him harder, pinning him against the glass. One hand continued to gently fondle Theo’s spent cock, the other held his hip as he thrust himself forward. Theo was panting, the pleasure building more and more as Finn’s lips brushed the back of his neck and then Finn panted his name as he emptied himself.

Theo sighed in contentment when Finn slid out of him. Finn’s arms turned to pull him into his embrace and they stumbled towards the sofa in the library, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“So, you like my robe then?”

Finn chuckled against Theo’s hair as he snuggled him closer on his chest. “Yes. More than I expected. You look incredibly sexy in it. Proud and confident and it makes me think of all of the great things I know you can accomplish. Then it makes me think of how much I want to be part of your life while you do those things. Then I just want you. All of you. I’m so proud of what you’re doing, Theo.”

“You make me want to aspire to be more,” he said.

Finn gently brushed Theo’s hair away from his face. “I love you.”

Theo smiled and kissed Finn’s chest before he froze, eyes widening as they locked onto his boyfriend’s green ones. “Finn! I think Blaise was in the bloody garden!”

Finn grinned. “He was. He disappeared rather quickly when he caught sight of us in the window.”

Theo blushed scarlet. “And I... I can’t leave that mess on the window for Kiki.”

“Mmm,” Finn said absently, running his hand down Theo’s chest and down to grip him in his hand.

Theo groaned as he felt Finn revitalize him with magic. “I only would have needed a few more minutes, you know.”

Finn shifted him so that he was under him on the sofa. “I know, but I need you in my mouth right now.”

Theo gasped as Finn did exactly that and he again wondered how he was going to survive the whole school year without seeing this perfect man every day. -- Chapter 236 of ASC

Deamus - Dean and Seamus, I did play around with them a lot. They have a lot of moments I like as well. I love how much they are friends first and lovers second which I think says a lot about their relationship. I love writing them playful and teasing the way best mates are, but to still show how passionate they are for each other. I love how they don't just say "I love you" but that it's "I really love you." I don't know, I think that sums them up really well.

“Ditto. I really love you, Seamus. How often can a bloke say that he’s in love with his best mate?”

Seamus reached for the soap to help his boyfriend wash up as he spoke. “I really love you, too.”

Dean smiled as Seamus washed his chest. “I finished Katie and Jason’s engagement portrait last night.”

“You did? Why didn’t you show it to me?”

“Well, probably because you crawled into bed, climbed on top of me, and snogged my brains out.”

“Oh? I did do that, didn’t I? Maybe if you’d tell me how good my new muscles look, I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious.”

Dean ran his hands over Seamus’ flat stomach where the beginning of abs were coming in. His constant workouts with the Gryffindor Quidditch team had really done wonders for his body over the last few months. “You don’t have a single self-conscious bone in your body.”

“Sure, I do! Now, tell me how sexy I am.” -- Chapter 262 of ASC

Bleur - They have a lot of moments too, most are with family. And I know I had a lot of lovely compliments on the last Bleur scene where she basically tells him she doesn't care how he looks because she loves him. But one of my favourites is actually their first kiss. I like the way Fleur is very into him while at the same time being like, I'm more than just a pretty face and you will know that about me and respect me.

“Did you still want to grab some dinner and discuss the new project tonight?”

Fleur smiled warmly at him. “Oui. I caught up on some reading of za history we found in Anguilla ze ozzer day and I might have come up with a new plan to open za cursed box we found in za ship.”

Bill grinned. “Great. I can’t wait to hear your idea. I want to talk to you about the new project the goblins are trusting us with as well. We’ll be heading down into the London Catacombs. Have you ever been?”

She shook her head. “Non, but I was in ze ones in Paris. Zey are very terrible, I theenk.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure going down there isn’t going to be a walk in the park. It’s definitely going to involve some cleanup as well. We’ll talk more over dinner. How does Italian sound?”

Fleur moved closer to him as more people climbed onto the train. “It sounds très bon.”

Bill’s breath hitched slightly as her body pressed into his and her pheromones assaulted him. He saw the man’s eyes change behind her and he immediately wrapped his arms around her in a possessive fashion that surprised him.

“Miss, may I —”

“— No,” Bill growled. “Run along.”

The man’s eyes met his and he seemed to come out of his trance.

Bill looked down at Fleur, who’s blue eyes were staring up at him. “Sorry, I don’t like seeing men throw themselves at you like you’re up for auction.”

“You never do.”

“I never do what?”

“Zrow yourself at me like ze ozzers.”

Bill’s eyebrow rose. “We work together. I respect you too much to allow myself to act like an imbecile.”

Fleur stood on her toes, her lips brushing his cheek. “You theenk I cannot tell ze difference?”

The feel of her lips on his cheek made his whole body tremble in response. He moved his arms away.

“Fleur…”

“I know zat you find me attractive, n’est pas?”

“Of course I find you — you’re beautiful! That’s not the… we work together.”

Fleur smiled seductively. “And zis makes you not want to kiss me?”

Bill stared at her, his fingers twitching at her waist. “No.”

Fleur moved away from him, her eyes flashing in hurt before she masked it. “Je suis désolé, my mistake.”

Bill swore under his breath. Being around her was harder than he wanted to admit. She was incredibly beautiful, that was a given. She smelt like heaven and when she laughed, her eyes danced and her lips parted in the sweetest way. She was smart and creative and her willingness to learn intrigued him. She picked up on things fast and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, was one of the best new recruits he’d ever had.

The fact that being around her made him as hard as rock was another situation all together.

They stepped off the train and Fleur started moving across the platform. He grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her back into his arms. Her lips parted in surprise and her eyes widened as he simply bent his head to hers.

The moment his lips touched hers, he knew that it had been a mistake. Now that he had kissed her, no one else was ever going to make him feel like this; no one else would ever come close. He tugged her closer, his hands moving into her hair, deepening the kiss and when she moaned against him, it was enough to pull him out of his trance.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.

“If you think that I don’t think about doing that a few thousand times a day along with a few naughtier things then you’re stupid.”

Fleur’s eyes flashed in anger. “‘Ow dare you call me stupid!” Her fists hit him angrily on the arm.

“I didn’t mean — fuck!” He dragged his hand over his face. “I think that you’re far from stupid, Fleur. You’re one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. One of the bravest as well and the sexiest. I just meant… of course, I’m attracted to you. You’re bloody gorgeous! I love the way that your eyes dance when you laugh. I like watching your little booty dance when you bypass the puzzle piece when we’re exploring. I like spending time with you and I spend most of my time with you trying to convince myself why I can’t touch you. You have men throwing themselves at you all the time, even some women. I don’t want you to think that what I’m saying is because of your Veela thing — because it’s not.”

Fleur stepped towards him, her eyes softening. “I can tell ze difference, Bill. I want you to touch me.”

Bill’s breath hitched. “You do?”

She nodded. “I want you to kiss me again.”

He did. Long and deeply until someone whistled at them and he broke away, smiling at her. “Will you go out with me, Fleur?”

She smiled. “Oui, but if you call me stupid again, I will make you wish you hadn’t, oui?”

Bill grinned widely. The fact that he just found her threat as incredibly sexy as the rest of her made him question his own sanity. “Oui.”

But he couldn’t wait to find out what came next. -- Chapter 189 of ASC

Georgelina - George and Angelina are fun to write because I love the idea of someone loving George for who he is and not comparing him to Fred. I love how when he takes her to the Yule Ball, she knows he's not Fred, but he's afraid to hope because as much as he loves his twin, this is the first time in his life he wants someone to really see him as separate from Fred. Angelina does that. I love her friendship with Fred as well and how she's not afraid to tease and poke at him. But one of my favourite moments with them is still when Molly shows up at the twins' flat and finds Angelina in the closet.

George woke up slowly, the early morning sunlight reflecting through the small dingy window of his bedroom. He blinked a moment before he turned to smile at the woman sleeping next to him. Her dark hair was swept up in a silk head wrap, but he was greeted by the lovely nakedness of her back. He grinned, shifting so that he could plant kisses down her spine. She stirred under his lips and when she rolled over, he merely moved his lips to her breasts.

“Good morning,” he murmured as his mouth continued to plant kisses over her skin.

“Morning,” Angelina said, her fingers moving into his hair. “What time is it?”

“Still early,” George answered, sucking the dark peak into his mouth.

“Mmm, the sun comes up late in the winter, so that’s not true.”

George chuckled and looked over at the clock. “Almost nine.”

“Nine... and you’re still here?”

“I’m closing the store tonight so Fred agreed to open. There were some early deliveries to the Ministry that needed to be shipped off. You look delectable.”

Angelina chuckled as his stubbled jaw slid down her stomach. “I doubt that. But after I shower, eat your heart out.”

George’s lips curved and her thumb reached down to trace his lips.

“I love that smile. The one that lights up your whole face. Especially when I’m the one who gives it to you.”

“You always make me smile,” George told her. “You’re still coming with me on Sunday?”

Angelina tugged his face up to hers to kiss him. “Even if I didn’t want to, your mum would insist on it.”

George chuckled. “She likes you.”

“Well, she thinks I'm a good influence on you because you wrote your NEWTs.”

“But you’re a bad influence,” George finished. “Downright naughty in fact. Seducing her son all over London without a care in the world. Tut tut tut.”

Angelina grinned. “In my defence, her son wasn’t putting up much of a fight.”

George kissed her, covering her body with his. “None whatsoever.”

Angelina’s hands slid down his back and into his pyjama bottoms. “When did you put on clothes?”

“When I got up to use the loo a few hours ago,” George said. He used her momentary distraction to kiss her breasts again.

“It’s not like you have something he hasn’t seen before,” Angelina pouted, her hand wrapping around him

George smiled. “True. But you know how Fred is, knowing that I’m the better looking twin is one thing, but seeing me in all of my naked glory is something else entirely.”

She laughed. “Prat. You’re ridiculous”

“And you’re beautiful. I love you, Ange. I love you more every day. You make me so happy.”

Angelina kissed him deeply. “Me too. My teammates say that I’m always smiling and that’s because of you. I love you.”

George deepened the kiss as her hands fondled him just as Fred’s voice interrupted them.

“Oi! You two decent? I’m coming in!”

George barely managed to cover Angelina’s tits before the door to his room burst open. “Fred, boundaries!”

Fred shrugged. “I’ve seen it all before. Right, Angelina?”

Angelina scowled at him. “Walking in on me in the bathroom hardly counts as seeing it all.”

“Which was an accident and I am truly sorry for that, but listen!”

“Who’s running the shop?” George interrupted.

“Ron, nitwit. He’s home for the holiday. Now, I received another shipment of mirrors in and I think that after this batch we’ll be able to sell them. I know with all of the supplies we were making for the Ministry, we got a little backlogged, but this is it, Georgie!”

George grinned. “Yeah?”

Fred nodded, leaning against the doorjamb. “I figure we’ll gift one to Charlie and to Mum and Dad, because that will make us Mum’s favourite, and starting in the new year, VainMuch will be a go!”

Angelina sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts. “And it was important for you to tell us this right this very second because...”

Fred wiggled his eyebrows. “That was just to help cool you off because Mum’s on her way up and I don’t know how much longer Ron can distract her.”

Fred had barely turned around before George and Angelina jumped to their feet and attempted to find clothes. Angelina had just pulled one of George’s G jumpers over her head before George urged her into the closet to hide at the sound of Mrs Weasley stepping into the boys’ flat.

“Mum!” George exclaimed loudly in front of the closet door. “What a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?”

“Hi, George,” Molly said, standing on her toes to kiss her son’s cheek. “Ron and Fred were just showing me the new stock. The store is really looking grand!”

“We told you that we knew what we were doing amidst the explosions and general chaos.”

Molly nodded. “I should have had more faith in you boys. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Fred said as George smiled next to him.

Molly pursed her lips. “I’m sure that you’ve both heard by now what happened a few days ago in Hogsmeade. Theo is staying with us for the holiday. I don’t want that poor boy to be alone in his grief. He needs friends and he needs family.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” George said. “Want us to come by and cheer him up then?”

“This isn’t the sort of thing one cheers up, George,” Molly insisted. “We just have to be there for him as much as we can be and show him that the world will go on, no matter how much he thinks it may not!”

George nodded. “We can do that.”

“Good. Now, is Angelina still joining us for Christmas?”

“On Christmas Eve,” George corrected, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pyjama bottoms. “I’m going to have dinner on Christmas Day at her house.”

“Oh, but George that means you’ll miss Charlie.”

“We’ll pop by after dinner. Her family does Yule at tea time.”

“Good,” Molly said, her hands on her hips. “Don’t you think that it’s about time you pick up after yourself in here, George? It looks like a pigsty!”

George shrugged. “Just a place to sleep, Mum.”

“Well, this ‘just a place to sleep’ needs to be cleaned. No, not cleaned — decimated!”

George grinned. “Mum, that’s a bit extreme. It’s not like we have mice living about. It’s just some old clothes on the floor. Fred and I moved out, remember? We can take care of ourselves.”

“Hmm,” Molly murmured as she began to move around the room and pick up her son’s clothes. “At least pick your clothes up off the floor. Dirty socks and piles of unwashed clothes and this?”

George swallowed when she pointed to the black and white striped bra on the floor. “Er. I sometimes like to wear those.”

Molly rolled her eyes before they suddenly narrowed at the closed door behind her son. “George Fabian Weasley, are you making that poor girl hide in your closet?”

She pushed him aside and pulled the door open and Angelina managed a small smile.

“Er, hi, Mrs Weasley.”

Molly looked between the two of them. “Do you two think that I was born yesterday? At your age I was already pregnant with my second child. Come out of there!”

Angelina carefully extricated herself from the closet, pulling George’s jumper down a bit. It almost hung to her knees, but it was all she was wearing.

“Are you angry?” Angelina asked, hesitantly.

Molly’s eyes were kind as they looked at her. “No, of course not, dear. You two are no longer children. And considering some of the ways that Bill and Charlie concealed their overnight guests, the closet is kind of funny.”

“You knew about those?” Fred asked from the doorway.

Molly turned to stare at her son. “A mother always knows. Just like I knew about Melinda Cummings sneaking down the drain pipe under your room two years ago, Frederick.”

Fred swallowed. “Blimey!”

George gave his mother a sheepish smile. “I love her, Mum.”

“I know that, too. Angelina, dear, please don’t let him live like a slob. I’ll see you boys tonight for dinner and you too, dear. You’re always welcome.”

She kissed them all on the cheek and then was gone.

Fred stared after her in wonder. “You don’t think she knew about the time Alicia and I shagged behind Dad’s work shed, do you?”

Angelina slipped her arm around George’s waist. “I wouldn’t bet against her.” -- Chapter 254 of ASC

Nevannah - Neville and Hannah are still very much exploring their relationship, but to choose one moment between them so far... I think I rather like the scene where he helps her bake. I think it's so sweet and shows how enraptured he is with her.

Neville licked his lips and watched her get to work. It wasn’t long before the lemon fairy cakes were baking and she started to make red velvet ones. By the time the fairy cakes were cooling, they were making frosting. He watched in amazement as she waved the spatula over each cake like an artist. His own attempt in comparison looked like a small child had stomped on it.

Hannah giggled. “It’s all about the movement in the wrist, like this.”

He watched her again frost a perfect cake and when he tried, he ended up with a splotch of frosting on the table next to him. When she giggled again, he scooped it up with his finger and put it on her nose.

Hannah’s eyes widened in surprise before her own finger dug into the chocolate and spread it on his cheek. It took no time at all before both of them were spotted in frosting. Hannah was laughing as he chased her around the kitchen, his fingers full of frosting. The house-elves were busy chasing after them, mopping up the frosting that they left in their wake, but neither of them noticed. Neville cornered her against the counter by the cupboard and leaned in to steal a kiss.

“You taste like chocolate,” he whispered.

Hannah’s hands slipped up his chest, spreading frosting as she went, but neither of them noticed as her lips met his. They lost themselves in long, slow kisses that left both of them breathless and it was only when the charm rang to signify that the fairy cakes were done, did Neville pull away, licking frosting off his lips.

“I think I rather like baking.”

Hannah’s cheeks flushed as she fumbled to wipe her hands on her apron. “We have to um… the cakes.”

Neville watched her hurry off to get the red velvet cakes out and he grinned. Yeah, he definitely liked baking. -- Chapter 268 of ASC

Perdrey - As to Percy and Audrey, well, I love writing the two of them being naughty and having fun. I think they are both very good for each other, but my favourite moment with them so far is still when Arthur catches them kissing and Percy is amazed at how easily she charms his father. I think that's the moment where you can see he's falling for her.

Audrey ran her hands through her hair as Percy buried his face on her shoulder. “I’m starved, but this was a much better lunch.”

He kissed her shoulder. “You’re going to be the death of me. This is how we’re both getting fired.”

She grinned. “Worried you’ll get caught in a compromising position?” She fixed his crooked glasses. “I’ll protect you.”

“You can’t just send me your knickers in the middle of the bloody day!”

“I can,” she said. “I did. Are you going to give them back?”

“No,” he growled. “Absolutely not.”

Audrey smiled. “So, you do like it when I send you my knickers.”

“Audrey...”

She grinned. “That’s what I thought, Mr Weasley.”

Percy sighed as she kissed his chin. “Miss Mayfair, you will be appropriately punished later today for this misbehaviour.”

“Absolutely, Mr Weasley,” she murmured against his neck. “I may have borrowed a pair of handcuffs from the office.”

Percy grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her mouth back to his for a long, deep kiss that left both of them breathless. They stumbled out of the unused restroom like drunks, giggling and laughing. Audrey had just kissed him once more when he heard a familiar voice clearing their throat behind him. Percy rested his forehead against Audrey’s before he slowly turned his head and grinned sheepishly at his father.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Percy,” Arthur said, his ears reddening. “This must be the lovely Audrey.”

Audrey extended her hand. “Good afternoon, Mr Weasley. Audrey Mayfair, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“And you,” Arthur said, shaking her hand. “I’ve wondered about the woman who has made my son smile constantly over the last few months.”

“I’ve been keeping him to myself, I’m afraid,” she said, smiling up at Percy.

“We’ve noticed that as well,” Arthur said.

“How did you get roped into working on a Saturday?” Percy asked.

Arthur sighed. “I’m woefully behind in my paperwork. I came down here to log in some evidence in the Department of Files and Records. What are you two doing down here?”

“I was working on something for Mr Scrimgeour in courtroom ten. Percy came to steal me for lunch,” Audrey said, smiling up at her boyfriend.

Arthur smiled. “There’s a new deli that opened down the block. I had a corned beef sandwich on rye yesterday. It was almost as good as your mother’s. Speaking of, Ginny and Ron are coming home for the holiday today, Percy. Charlie and Aydin are coming in tonight as well. Why don’t you bring Audrey round for dinner tomorrow? We’d love to have you join us. Molly’s quite the cook.”

“I’d love that,” Audrey admitted, smiling at Percy.

Percy nodded. “Yes, Dad. That sounds… great.”

Arthur chuckled. “Good. We’ll see you then.”

When Arthur turned to head off, Audrey kissed Percy smartly on the lips before she hurried forward and linked her arm through Arthur’s.

“Actually, Mr Weasley, we’re going up to the same floor and I need to grab my bag. Perhaps I could accompany you back to work?”

Arthur’s eyes crinkled. “I’d love that.” He patted her arm gently before Audrey turned to smile back at Percy over her shoulder.

“I’ll meet you in the atrium in a bit and we’ll grab something from that deli, yes?”

Then the two of them marched off ahead.

Audrey smiled warmly at Arthur. “Percy tells me that you run the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. That must be terribly fascinating?”

“It has its moments,” Arthur assured her as the two of them marched off leaving Percy staring after them.

Percy shoved his hands into his pockets, the feel of her knickers there making him smile, and he thought so much for careful planning. Audrey was about to be shoved into the lion’s den.

He was surprised by how much he was suddenly looking forward to it. -- Chapter 266 of ASC

Lavenmae - I think my favourite scene with these two is when they tell Parvati that they are a couple.

“There you two are!” Parvati exclaimed. “Our parents barely said goodbye and you were running off towards the train, Mae. Hi, Lav!”

“Hi, Vati,” Lavender said.

“I just wanted to find a good compartment,” Padma told her sister. She started to get up to move, but Lavender grabbed her arm.

“No, she wanted to come and snog her girlfriend.”

Parvati laughed. “You finally found someone to fall for your charms, Mae? That’s great news! Unless you tell me it’s Li or Bones then we’re going to have words after how those two treated you.”

Lavender slipped her hand back into Padma’s and smiled. “No, it’s… Padma and I are together, Parvati. I’m her girlfriend and she’s… mine.”

Parvati’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked between her best friend and her twin. “You two! When did… Anthony’s party! Of course! I knew something had changed between the two of you.”

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you,” Lavender began. “It’s just that it was new and… it’s still new, but… Parvati, you’re my best friend and I know that this is weird, me dating your identical twin sister, but —”

“— I didn’t say that it was weird,” Parvati interrupted. “Padma, have anything to add?”

Lavender snuck a glance over at Padma and the girl’s dark eyes were smiling at her and then she grinned widely when Padma leaned in and kissed her softly before she answered.

“Kissing her makes me feel like I could be floating without a levitation charm.”

Parvati grinned. “Good. Now budge over and try to keep the enthusiastic snogging to a minimum when I’m around, yeah?”

Lavender blushed, but couldn’t stop smiling. Padma Patil was her girlfriend and suddenly, nothing else really seemed to matter. As she listened to her best friend start talking about her plans for the year, she knew that she still had a big goofy grin on her face and there was nothing that she liked better. -- Chapter 238 of ASC

Gransy - This is a couple I adore writing! I thought it would be so fun to add in two people we don't usually get to see much of, two people who you would never imagine getting together, and I love how many people have grown to love them as much as me. I think my favourite moment with them so far hasn't actually been published yet but it will be in chapter 284. I think it really shows a turning point in their relationship. Otherwise, I love the scene where he finds her the door.

The sound of movement in the doorway made her look up at her husband.

“How was the meeting?”

“Okay,” he said. “Did you remember to eat?”

“Yes. Mitzy brought me a sandwich and a salad.”

Greg nodded, clearing his throat. “Good. Um… I think I found a door for the shop.”

Pansy’s eyes widened. “You did? Where?”

“An antique place in Muggle London.”

Pansy wrinkled her nose. “Why were you in Muggle London?”

“I was doing something for the Dark Lord,” he said. “But I found the door. It’s wood and painted a deep turquoise green with gold inlets carved into it. I thought it looked… sophisticated.”

Pansy’s smile widened. “Can I see it?”

Greg offered his hand to help her up and led her into the entrance hall where he had the set of double doors propped up against the wall.

“Greg! It’s perfect!” she shrieked.

It was sophisticated looking and it would make her shop stand out among the vast assortment of places in Apricity Lane.

“Good. I’ll get it installed in a few days." -- Chapter 270 of ASC

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