♫Your Song- Elton John// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request: Could you do a Remus x reader one shot with “your song” by Elton John? Love you!!
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! My request list got a bit messed up and I’ve been having some trouble with my laptop (as in I’m an idiot and I forgot my adapter so I can’t charge it until I find one. Genius, am I right?) so I’ve had to hop from computer to computer to post these. I hope it was worth the wait, and sorry again that it took so long!
Waves whisper to the shore, pushed by swirling wind and the dynamic depths of the sea. Trees sway in the strong gusts, their branches and leaves arguing with the forceful wind. He looks ahead at the craving sea as it foams and rushes forward, pooling around his feet. His brown hair flutters in the air as he brings his palms to his mouth, hoping his breath will thaw he freezing feeling that lingers on his fingers. As he gently exhales onto his palms, their outsides are covered by two small, gentle hands, surprisingly warm, despite the freezing wind. His eyes follow the small fingers, down sweater covered forearms and gentle shoulders, peeking collarbones and a delicate jawline and meet a gracious smile and a pair of eyes that carry the depths of the oceans within them.
Suddenly, Remus is awake, sitting up, tangled in the sheets of his bed. Instead of the strong wind mussing his brown hair, he is met with the stillness of the dark and a moonbeam gracing the wooden floor of his dormitory. Disappointment weighs on him as he looks at his pale hand, untouched. Sleep avoids him, and too soon, dawn creeps through the curtain covered windows and the chirps of birds float through the air and reach him as he lies still, staring at the ceiling, hoping for a reappearance of the cold wind and warm hands covering his own.
Y/N had woken early, her eyes opening to see the mild glow of the sunrise on her dormitory floor. The window was cracked open, gentle whirls of the wind sneaking in, dancing gracefully with the curtains that leant against the cold glass. The floor creaked as she stood from her bed, her bare feet meeting the cold hardwood and making their way to the window as she reached to open it wide. She leaned onto the window ledge and watched the sun emerge from behind the brooding mountains, its pastel light making the world come alive, as she dreamed of the faraway sea.
The Great Hall is brimming with chatter and laughter, with the whispers of owl’s wings and the thumps of dropped packages, but it’s all white noise and Remus can’t get his dream out of his head and he yearns to hear the sound of the tree branches rustling in the wind and to see the foamy waves reach his feet again and to see those eyes, those familiar yet unknown eyes that carry infinity within them.