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Prompts 52, 84, 95- Marauders Era: Remus

Request: Prompts 95, 84 and 52 with Remus?

• 52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”
• 84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
• 95. “Are you drunk?”

The cold autumn air seemed to clear up Remus’ thoughts, sobering him up, if only slightly. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath, his mind filled with the scent of surrounding trees and the scene that had played out less than half an hour ago. The sound of rustling leaves didn’t in the slightest blur the vivid memory of Y/N’s face when he allowed the words that had been trapped in his mind for so long slip out.

The Great Hall was filled with tipsy 7th years, just returned from a day at Hogsmeade, filled with laughs, sweets and firewhiskey. Chatter fluttered through the air, almost intimidating, despite its light-hearted nature. Two startled-looking third years ran past Remus as he entered, stumbling slightly. He hadn’t exactly avoided the firewhiskey at The Three Broomsticks as he always had before. No, today he needed the Gryffindor courage that the crimson on his tie promised he had.

He saw her across the hall, head thrown back in laughter at something an unfamiliar boy had said, surrounded by her friends, and his. Catching glimpse of Sirius chatting up a girl right by Y/N, Remus’ pace quickened, and soon enough he was right by her, the noises around him strangely melodic, most likely due to the alcohol that coursed through his veins. He felt his heart quicken at the sound of her laugh, and felt his ears redden with anger at the sound of the boy’s voice. Who even was he? And why was he here?

“I’ll be off now,” Remus heard the unwelcome stranger say, “I’ll see you around Y/N!”

“The hell you will,” he found himself muttering, prompting a puzzled Sirius to turn around, and give him a massive grin.

“Hello, Moony! Where’ve you been?” his best friend exclaimed, ignoring his widened eyes and shaking head, “Did you say something? I didn’t really hear.”

“No, nothing, I said nothing,” he rushed his words, barely noticing the way they slurred together.

“Alright, mate,” Sirius gave him a puzzled look and turned back to his latest conquest.

His booming greeting, however, had been overheard.

“Hey Remus,” he heard her voice, immediately beginning to crack his knuckles nervously, “Why didn’t you come over and say hey?”

He turned around and met the y/e/c eyes of Y/N, covered by the slight frown that she had on her face at his lack of greeting.

“I, uh, I just got here,” he slurred, nearly falling over in an attempt to take a step towards the baffled girl.

“Lupin,” her scowl had now turned into an amused smirk, “Are you drunk?”

“Absolutely not,” he retorted, this time failing to stop himself from falling to the ground. Completely disoriented, he accepted the extended arm in front of him.

“I feel like you may be lying,” her words interwoven with chuckles, she pulled him back up. He stumbled forwards and found his lips only inches from hers. Her smirk had vanished, lips now slightly parted.

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“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

“Y/N, I know this may sound forward, but I think I’m in love with you.”

Remus Lupin tried each phrase while staring in the mirror placed in his dormitory, finding each one sounding too awkward and inferior to the emotions he was feeling. After each attempt, he found his face in his palms and groans escaping from his lips.

“This shouldn’t be this difficult,” he muttered to himself. Or so he thought.

“Don’t be a dumb git, of course it’s difficult.” James Potter’s voice prompted Remus’ face to leave his hands.

“I can tell.” Remus retorted bitterly, placing his face back in his palms.

“Come on, you can continue practicing on the way to breakfast. You’ve got to eat, haven’t you?”

“Y/N, I have feelings for you, and I think most people would refer to them as love…”

“What are you, a dictionary? No, try again.” James met Remus’ proclamation with a critical tone, pulling the brown haired boy back before he stepped off a now moving staircase.

“It’s too difficult,” he responded, completely frustrated by his own fear of confessing the feelings he’d found himself having for Y/N.

As the staircase docked at a familiar corridor, he stepped off, and along with his best friend, made his way to the Great Hall. He found himself sat with his three best friends, still muttering attempts of his confession to himself.

“Let me try another one out,” he turned to face Sirius Black, whose mouth was full of scrambled eggs, his statement met with a confused gaze of his grey eyes.

“What?” the boy mumbled incomprehensibly through his food-filled mouth, giving James a glance of surprised puzzlement.

“Y/N,” Remus began, oblivious to the vigor with which James and Sirius were shaking their heads, their eyes widened as they looked behind their stuttering friend, “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.”

Finally noticing the exaggerated gestures of his friends, he felt his heartbeat quicken and turned around to find none other than Y/N, her y/e/c eyes staring at him in bewilderment. He didn’t have to hear her next words to know she’d heard him, his heart suddenly pounding faster than it ever had before.

“You’re what?”

♫Sick of Losing Soulmates- Dodie Clarke// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request: Could you please do a remus (marauders era) based on the song ‘sick of losing soulmates’ by dodie clark? And.. sorry if ’s too much to ask, but could it be while they’re in hogwarts?

A/N: Once again, I know this is quite short, and I apologise, especially if this isn’t what you had in mind. I’ve been facing a bit of a writer’s block lately, and I’ve been swamped with studying for upcoming exams, so I’m sorry for disappointing you lovelies! I’m hoping to finish all requests by the end of the week and then start posting chapters of my fic. Thank you for bearing with me, love you all xox

Terror he feels at seeing his own reflection in the mirror doesn’t come close to the cold that overflows him at the thought of the y/e/c eyed girl finding out who he really is. What he really is. 

It’s a fresh romance, a dew covered bud of a rose that had just begun to bloom, it’s thorns going unnoticed by the beautiful girl whose smile made the weight of the world feel like the feather of a singing bird. 

There is no hiding anymore. The truth is no longer anchored, floating towards the surface with every falling night, and as it swims upwards, he feels his feet sinking into quicksand. Words slip from his ruby tinged lips, making frenetic thoughts wreak havoc in his head and crack the edges of his mind with sharpened edges.

He watches her eyes widen, her fingertips tugging at the edges of her skirt. Lips are agape, palms trembling, and  he feels the stitches of his heart tear apart, the thought of her parting becoming a cool steel knife tearing at the threads that have held it together for so long. Anticipation is vivid, stinging at his skin, fragile as newly made porcelain. Its shards tear at the edges of his throat as his eyes fill with tears and meet hers, and then he knows. 

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♫ Last Night- Skillet// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Oh the song imagine with last night by skillet with remus :) thank you your writing is beautiful btw

Warning: Suicidal thoughts, please don’t read on if this could trigger you!

A/N: I know this is really short, but I somehow couldn’t bring myself to write more, so I apologise loves! I’ve been swamped the past few weeks which is why I haven’t been writing a lot, but hopefully I’ll finish all my requests by this time next week and finally start posting the fic I’ve been planning for ages!

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♫ Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop- Landon Pigg//Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Can you write something for Remus x reader with the song ‘falling in love at a coffee shop’ by Landon pigg please?

The rays of the sun turn a faint red, soon after morphing into a hazy purple as the faint shape of a crescent moon appears in the clear, darkening sky. Gentle gusts of wind come and go, dried tree branches snap under rushing feet and drying leaves that have now turned the familiar hues of Autumn pirouette through the crisp October air, finding their way to the ground. 

The Three Broomsticks Inn is now lit only by torches that grace its walls. It’s almost completely emptied of the crowd that had spent the day sitting in its mismatched chairs and sliding goblets across the wooden counter for refills of burning alcohol and friendly remarks from the kind faced Madame that filled them to the brim each time. 

Y/N smiles to herself, satisfied with the silence that now fills the space. The sound of a page flipped by her nimble fingers seems much louder than she had expected it to, soon echoed from the other end of the inn. Her eyes glanced up at the sound, meeting the brown eyes of a boy who, to her, was only accidental touches in the hallways and apologetic smiles until the moment her glance lifted from the page. Their eyes exchange inaudible whispers, hushed “Hello"s fluttering through the warmed interior as the woman behind the counter smirks at the scene. 

The greetings remain unsaid, and infatuated eyes return to worn leafs of paper. The same smile spreads over both faces, undiscovered, yet still brightening the room, prompting a shaking head and a knowing smirk from Madame Rosmerta.

The sun shines brightly, the heat of its rays coated in the frosty air of the winter day. Cheeks are reddened, footprints left in the thin coat of snow that covers the ground, snowflakes sticking to the woolen fabric of hats. A bell rings as he enters, eyes wide open and roaming the room, looking for the girl who read and smiled, scanning the room for her y/e/c eyes, the scent of cinnamon reaching him only once he notices her in the very same place. 

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💖Ordinary Adventure- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  Can I request a Remus x Ravenclaw reader where it’s Valentine’s Day and Remus and the reader go out to hogsmead and he takes her to three broomsticks (I think) and then a bookstore and they end up sitting by the lake reading the books they got afterwards and maybe they snog a bit. Sorry if I’m requesting too much.

White patches of snow still linger on the streets of Hogsmeade as Remus Lupin takes the y/h/c haired girl by the hand and guides her inside The Three Broomsticks, her blue-grey scarf dancing in the wind of the cool winter day as she giggles. The smell of cigarettes and sugary sweet butter beer overwhelms her senses and she sits with him and listens to his voice compose sonnets with simple words and watches the way he taps his fingers on the wooden table as they wait on liquid filled goblets and find themselves drunk off each other before alcohol even touches their lips. There is a joy that flutters around her overwhelmed mind as she sees him inhale the smell of an old book, just as she always does, and a fondness spreading through her heart as she watches him hand over gold coins in exchange for a leather bound volume. 

The trees are still bared of leaves as they sit on damp grass, drying it with the wave of their wands and excitedly pulling fiction out of canvas bags, opening worn pages and letting words morph into painted pictures in their minds, occasionally slipping from their lips and doing story telling pirouettes around their heads. They draw chuckles and gasps from their lips, which meet soon after, fireworks crackling on their tongues and electricity coursing through their bones, as pink lanterns light up the windows of Hogwarts, reminding the world of Valentine’s Day. 

💖Let It Be- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  You wanna do a Remus x reader to the song Let it Be by The Beatles?

“It’s alright,” she places a hand on his back, a smile spreading across her face as she traces the line of his spine, scars obstructing her fingers as they make their way, “It doesn’t matter.”

“I’ve missed Valentine’s Day. We had it all planned out and everything, how could I have forgotten to look at the calendar?” he places his face in his hands, an aggravated groan heard from behind the injured palms.

“You are being absolutely ridiculous,” her hand gives his back a light smack and he turns to face her, a look of genuine upset gracing his tired, lovely face. She can’t help but giggle at the silliness of his exasperated words, “It doesn’t matter at all, you always come first.”

“I wanted to do something special, Y/N,” Remus says, meeting her eyes for the first time. 

“To be quite honest with you, love, I’d be more than happy doing absolutely nothing if I was doing it with you,” she states matter-of-factly, her fingers now tangled in his hair, a loving smile still on her face. 

Before he has the time to retort, she presses a kiss to his lips and feels them spread into a smile as he completely forgets everything except the she tastes in that very moment. 

💖Valentine’s Prompts 39 and 43- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  I want to request a Valentine’s day imagine with the prompts 39 and 43, remus x reader please :)

• 39. Take a soothing bubble bath together
• 43. Pick outfits for each other

The heat of the water overwhelms her, her mind cleared almost immediately by the gentle burning on her skin. A contented smile spreads across her face as she leans on the edge of the bathtub, her legs intertwining with his, the contact of their skin in the water seeming to make steam rise from the calm water. Their eyes meet and their steam stained smiles seem to glow brighter. She closes her eyes and exhales a sigh filled with relaxation, met by a chuckle from his lips as his pruned fingers run along her smooth skin. 

“Relieved, are you?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

“Getting ready for other people’s weddings is exhausting,” she sighs, giving him a nudge with her foot.

“Don’t get too relaxed, we’ve got to get ready in a bit,” he reminds, and a soft groan escapes her lips.

“Don’t remind me.”

Thirty minutes pass, but they seem like only three when the set alarm clock goes off, reminding the love soaked couple to get out of the bubbling bathtub. She has a pout on her pretty lips as she slips from the tub and into the bathrobe that he holds up as she glides her arms into the sleeves. She gives Remus a smile and a light kiss on the cheek before following him into the bedroom, her eyes scanning his scarred back with a loving glance as he covers it in a white shirt. As he fumbles with buttons, she grabs two dresses from the bed and, holding them next to each other, frowns with indecisiveness.

He turns back around and she gives another pout: “Which one?”

“Left,” he gives her a small smile, and she places a happy kiss on his lips before taking the y/f/c dress off the hanger and removing her bathrobe, slipping it on over her legs and hips in one swift motion.

“Zip?”

It’s been a year of him, of them, but her skin still tingles when his fingers touch it, pulling up the cold metal zipper of the dress and tightening the fabric around her body. She smooths out the dress and turns to face the boy, who is now holding up two different ties: “Which one?” he asks, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Left,” she states abruptly, slipping the silk around his neck and pulling him closer for a soft, passionate kiss. 

♫How I Know- Rusty Clanton// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  How I know -by rusty clanton with Remus x reader please xx

The first time he sees her, she reminds him of a pastel rainbow following a gloomy storm, her eyes glowing, catching his for a split second, a lucky second, a poetically stunning second that becomes and remains his happiest memory.

‘A year ago,’ Remus Lupin thinks to himself, 'I was sitting on that chair, and that hat was on my head. How odd.’ his thoughts wander as he takes occasional glances at the first years climbing up towards the shabby looking stool, their faces a mixture of anticipation and fear as the rough, grey fabric of the Sorting Hat is placed on their heads.

His stomach rumbles, and he looks longingly at the still empty plates set in front of him and his friends, startled by the louder than usual tone of the old sorting master as it bellows: “Y/H!”

Turning in his seat, he meets the y/e/c eyes of a very pretty girl, whose lips show the hint of a smile, and, completely hypnotised, he doesn’t feel so hungry anymore.

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♫In2 (Kehlani Remix)- WSTRN// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Could you do an imagine where you go clubbing with the marauders???(please let Sirius help pick out her outfit because I feel like that would be so cute and funny) and you (usually pretty innocent) Starts dancing with some other guy and Remus gets extremely jealous and ends up telling the guy to leave and Remus admits he fancies you???

“Not that one,” Sirius shook his head at Y/N, as she turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion,” she retorted, hands resting on her hips.

“Then you’re lucky enough to get it anyway,” a childish smile spread across his face, “Not that one.”

“Why not?” she took another look in the silver edged mirror placed in her dormitory, trying to see what was so wrong with the long sleeved, dark blue dress that hugged her hips.

“Because it’s got a massive bow on the back. It’s a club, not a bloody wedding,” he reminds her, and surely enough, she sees the silk bow gracing the back of blue velvet as she takes a glance over her shoulder.

“I forgot that was there,” she sighed, stepping away from the mirror and back into the wardrobe, charmed to be about three times the size it looks.

Slipping out of the soft velvet, she scans the hanging clothes for another option, frowning at the lack of inspiration in her head. Finally, she spots a dark crimson dress, surrounded by the dark fabric of her uniforms. She slides it on and steps out again, positioning herself in front of the mirror.

“Nope,” the forgotten presence of her best friend makes her let out a little groan, only met by a chuckle coming from the boy leaning on the headboard of her bed.
“I don’t own and endless supply of dresses, you know,” she turns around, frowning at him before she looks over her shoulder in the mirror.

“It’s silk. It’s too fancy,” he explains, matter of factly, his smile never vanishing from his face.

“Maybe you’re just not fancy enough,” her remark is followed by her tongue being stuck out at the lounging boy, who then put a hand over his chest, feigning a hurt gasp as she rolled her eyes and entered the closet once again. 

Vexed by the process at this point, she grabbed the first thing she touched when her hand reached for the hangers, putting it on without even noticing what it was. She stepped into the room again, not even managing to take a peek in the mirror before Sirius gave her an approving nod: “That one. I like that one.”

Turning around to look, she found herself in a y/f/c dress, slipping gracefully from her waist to her hips, just barely reaching the middle of her thigh.

“It’s so short!” she exclaimed, looking at her friend, who gave her a simple shrug before paraphrasing his earlier statement: “We are going to a club, not church.”

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Prompts 9,16,25,63- Marauders Era: Remus

And a second (delayed) attempt for the lovely @aveeragemusings , I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you like it!

• 9. “I am not losing you again.”
• 16. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
• 25. “I thought you were dead.”
• 63. “Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”

Glass and souls shatter soundlessly, filling the air with soft agony as fire burns around her and debris falls like arduous rain. Blood stains her left cheek and heavy tears stream down her face, the dark smoke burning at her lungs. 

To say she is lost isn’t enough; there are ghosts hiding in the ivory white of her bones and casualties hanging from the chambers of her heart as she looks, desperate for the familiar warmth of brown eyes and chestnut hair to appear before her.

Cold goosebumps cover her body as an icy hand is placed on her shoulder, its grip tightening, and she is whisked around to see the darkness of a sinister smile, pointed teeth and flashing black eyes as terrified anger runs through her indigo veins, and she defies the shivers that make her fingers shake and snaps through gritted teeth: “Don’t fucking touch me!”

A chilling laugh leaves the blood stained lips, and she knows her words had no effect, preparing for the worst until she sees a flash of white light appears behind the terror that is Fenrir Greyback and he suddenly goes still, his nails still digging into her shoulder blade. Her eyes are widened in confusion, her mouth soon falling agape with relief as she sees the kind, scarred face of home, pushing aside the temporarily frozen villain and running towards safety, embracing him tight and taking in the smell of smoke that had seeped into his coat.

“I’m here, love. Everything’s going to be alright,” his lie is sweet music to her ears, her bruised fingers clinging tight to his presence. 

Suddenly, she pulls away, tears speeding down her face: “Don’t you dare ever do that again! Don’t you EVER leave me like that again! You just disappeared, I had no idea where you were, I thought you were dead!”

“Hey,” his voice is soft, barely audible over the roaring fire surrounding them, “I’m here now,” he pulls her back in, hearing his name bounce off the ruined walls of the abandoned building, turning around rapidly, his arms still around his love, as a panicked look overtakes his face.

“They need me, I have to go,” he whispers as she looks up at him, a pained shock on her face, fear of being left by him again overtaking every part of her.

“I promise I’ll come back for you,” he places a hand on her cheek, a nowadays rare, loving smile on his gentle face, before he presses his lips to hers, full of promise and hope.

Courage takes over, and she pulls away and looks him in the eye, her voice harsh but determined: “No, Remus.’‘ 

Surprised by the use of his name, he frowns in confusion, his expression met by a stubborn explanation: ’'You’re not going alone. I am not losing you again, and there is nothing you can do to convince me to stay without you.”

A sigh falls from his lips.

“It’s dangerous, Y/N, I can’t–”

“There is nothing. You can do. To convince me to stay.”

Fear and admiration flash in his eyes as he intertwines her fingers with hers and presses his lips to her once again, bricks falling and sparks flying around them as they wordlessly agree to live together, fight together and die together if need be.

♫Drown- Seafret// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Hey so I know you don’t have the time to write at the moment and I totally respect that, but I was wondering if you’d consider writing something with either Remus or Sirius (whichever inspires you most) based on Drown by Seafret when you have the time? Thank you so much! xx

The sun slowly rises, winning its fight with the glowing full moon, the lilac hues reaching further as the golden orb travels further up in the sky. Morning dew settles on leaves, its droplets sliding down the emerald backdrop. Birds begin chirping and bushes rustle as woken rabbits hop around the grounds.

A single, thin sliver of light slips through the boarded up windows of the small shack, falling on a pair of closed eyes, prompting them to flutter open, revealing light brown eyes under squinting eyelids and furrowed brows. The boy pushes himself to a sitting position, the fresh wounds on his chest exposed to the sunlight. He grabs a white shirt from the worn hardwood floor, pulling it on over his bruised arms, buttoning it only halfway before standing and flinching slightly as he feels a shooting pain in his leg. He limps over to the frayed door and opens it with a loud creak, leaving only depleted furniture and the lonely ray of sunshine in the gloom of the Shrieking Shack.

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♫All of Me- John Legend// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  hello! can you maybe do a young remus lupin imagine with the song all of me by john legend?? thank you so much, your writing is the best.

A/N: I’d just like to apologise again for how long these are taking, I promise I’m getting through them as fast as I can! Much love xx

The crescent moon floats in the darkened night sky, creating paths of light across the grounds of Hogwarts, followed by roaming moths and curious animals. A single sliver of bright white light slithers into the room through the open window, gliding over the hardwood floor and up to the tangled white sheets covering the bed. It glistens upon intertwined feet as only hushed chuckles ripple the stillness of the cool Autumn air.

The fabric feels cool on her body, a complete contrast to the warmth of his skin, warming her soul as he tightens his arms around her. She hears the sound of the love song that his heart beats to and closes her eyes, a gentle smile spreading across her face as he strokes her hair and places a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“Pinch me,” Y/N whispers, her voice barely audible, yet still reaching his loving ears like a forgotten melody, prompting a surprised giggle to fall from his lips.

“I’m not kidding,” she looks up at him, a feigned frown on her face as he admires the ethereal way the moonlight caresses the features of her face.

“Why would I do that?” his murmur is raspy and meaningful as he wonders at the beautiful girl.

“Because this has to be a dream,” sadness clings to her faint voice as she considers the possibility: “Why would someone like you ever even look at someone like me?”

There’s a glimmer of tragedy in the grey of his irises as he saddens at the words that have just rolled off her sweet tongue, thinking about the devastation of perfection seeing flaws in the mirror. His eyes meet hers and he places his hand under her chin, lifting it up slightly before he kisses her softly and passionately, unsaid words of reassurance pouring into her soul.

They pull apart after a small infinity, and his eyes meet hers once again as he whispers: “There’s nothing about you that I don’t find myself falling deeper in love with every day.”

She felt the illusion of breaking hearts vanish with his words, as she pressed her head to his chest once again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, beaming like the burning sun.

Prompts 115, 116, 118- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  prompts 115, 116 and 118 for remus x reader bc I’m such in a needy mood for moony, gee! AND GOOD LUCK ON YOUR EXAMS!! You’ll slay it ❤

Y/N shivers slightly as a breeze slips in through the open bedroom window. She looks around the room, scattered clothes on one half of the carpeted floor, the other half perfectly neat, crimson curtains suddenly dancing in another crisp gust of wind that made the pretty girl shudder once again, as she walks towards the closet on the tidied side of the room, opening it and looking around, careful to not disturb the order of the clothes carefully stacked on oak shelves.

A few moments later, a satisfied smile spread across her face as she pulled out a navy blue dress shirt about twice her size and slid it up her slim hands, wrapping it around her body and buttoning the bottom half of it up, turning around swiftly when she heard the hardwood floor creak and met a familiar pair of light brown eyes looking at her. She felt her cheeks redden and averted her glance, smiling widely.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the girl practically drowning in the shirt, her eyes wide as they met his.
“I was cold, and you weren’t here,” a slightly defensive tone was present in her voice as she pouted it, “If you mind, I can–”

“Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.” he rushed to get his words out, slightly stunned at the rush he felt at seeing his girlfriend in one of his dress shirts. He walked towards her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, as she closed her eyes lightly and smiled, leaning on his hand and grasping his wrist with her small fingers.

“You think so?” she wondered, eyes still closed, a blissful smile on her face, “Can I keep it?” she opens one eye and sticks her tongue out at his green flecked eyes rolling.

“Why don’t you just move in here, huh?” he said, lifting her up as she squealed happily, wrapping her arms around his head and burying her face into his hair. 

‘’Because your roommates are too messy,’’ she chuckled.

An unseen smile appeared on his face, against the navy blue fabric that covered her stomach. He walked over to the bed, his hands firm on the small of her back until he reached the bed and lowered her onto it, her laugh tickling the chambers of his heart. He turned his back to the bed and let himself fall next to her.

She looked at his profile and smiled as she lay down on her side, absorbing every part of his presence. He rolled over clumsily, prompting another giggle to fall from her lips as he draped his arm over her stomach and placed his head on her chest.

“I love you, you know that?” his voice cracked slightly as she ran her fingers through his hair and felt her soul smile at his words.

“I know. I love you,” she said, putting her hand under his chin and bringing her soft lips to his.

They pulled apart and he placed his head next to her neck, placing soft kisses on its skin and sending electricity running through her veins and love running through her mind as he placed a soft kiss on her collarbone before placing his chin on her chest and looking up at her, wide smiles on both their faces as sun rays shone upon the embraced lovers.

♫Pretty Good Year- Tori Amos//HP: POA REMUS X STUDENT! READER

A little something for the lovely @bexahontas who, despite being a stranger, helped me when I really needed it, and who I’m grateful to know coming into this new year! I’m sorry it was late lovely, and I hope it was worth the wait!

The warmth of fading amber sun rays is trapped in the icy air of the year’s final day. Y/N tightens her grip on her coat, her eyes on her breath as she exhales, billowing and curling as the white of snow glows around her, her steps leaving a determined trail in her wake.

A gentle silence settles on the grounds of Hogwarts as a tall figure stands by a glowing white tree. Brown eyes are clouded with dreams, looking out at the setting sun and its glimmer on the opaque waters of the lake. Snow creaks under her feet as she reaches him, a smile on her face and clinging to her soul, as her soft hand reaches for one of his shoulders, tapping it lightly.

He smiles and his heart is light as he turns to look at her. Silence fills the air, their eyes and hearts locked together, the key never to be found. He reaches to brush a strand of hair from her face, his palm lingering on her cheek as her eyes close lightly and her smile grows. 

“I’m sorry I was late,” she opens her eyes, a smile still on her face. “Too many y/hs decided to stay for the holiday. It wasn’t easy to sneak out.”

“I haven’t been waiting long, don’t worry,” his voice is raspy and kind, as his hand slides from her cheek and finds hers, his cold fingers a perfect contrast to her warm palm.

The Shrieking Shack was often said to be haunted by the unknown supernatural, but knowing its truth made her see that the only supernatural thing about it was the ethereal sadness of its resident. The dust on the walls never bothered her, and neither did the broken furniture she was prepared to see as they entered the small structure. 

Instead, her gaze fell upon beautiful fabrics gently draped over the destroyed walls. The destroyed remains of wooden furniture that were usually scattered across the hardwood floor had vanished, only a small, cloth covered table and two chairs in their place. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open as she walks around the small room, lit only by candles charmed to float by the draped walls. She moves a worn curtain to the side slightly, catching glimpse of the last rays of sun fading away. She feels his hand snake around her waist and places her head on his shoulder, thoughts rushing through her stained glass mind. 

“Did you do all this for me?” she wondered at the man, his warm smile enough of an answer.

She places a soft kiss on his cheek: “This will make sneaking around a lot nicer, I must say,” she whispered, her lips still against his stubbled face.

He turns his face, his lips meeting hers as the amber of the sun fades completely, only candlelight shining upon their forbidden love.

Midnight creeps closer, blurred out by loud laughs and hand touches, by gentle kisses and feigned shyness of genuine glances. Time doesn’t exist while his eyes are locked on hers, and minutes don’t pass while she feels his hand on hers, wondering how something as pure as their love could ever be anything but cherished. Nothing is real but him, his smiling eyes and the rough skin of his fingers as his thumb runs over the back of her palm.

It’s only the sound of fireworks that startles them from their loving daze, as the clock strikes midnight and the whole world seems to cheer for their love-filled kiss.