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about a month ago I started replaying all Zelda games in chronological order and ever since then I've been toying with the idea of drawing all/most of the incarnations in some cohesive manner.

I've now finally settled on these Mucha-inspired diptychs, starting of course with the game that started it all!

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Home Is In Your Arms

Rhysand x Reader

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Written for day six of the @sjmxreaderweek event!

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Day Six Prompt: Adventure/Home

Summary: Rhys and his mate have both had exhausting days. Luckily, they're both home to get some rest together.

Word Count: 1,075

Category: Fluff

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I sighed as I shoved open the door to the townhouse, my whole body heavy. I'd walked miles across Velaris today, running basic errands, meeting with people who needed to talk to me as High Lady, crossing off administrative tasks I had not wanted to deal with, and checking in on a handful of people and projects. My planned day had started out with much less to do, but things just kept coming up in the past few days, until I didn't have a choice but to do one thing after another from sun up to sun down today.

My muscles ached and my head felt dulled and tired. All I wanted to do was flop into my bed and shut down for the rest of the night. I strode though the front door of the Velaris townhouse, intending to do just that. No one else was supposed to be here tonight, which meant I'd have the place to myself to go down like a sack of bricks.

I glanced into the living room on my way to the stairs, only to stop dead at the sight of a very familiar figure already laying on the couch, one arm across his eyes.

"Rhys?"

My mate groaned, and despite my exhaustion, a happy little laugh bubbled out of me as I moved around the couch to give him a hug.

"I thought you weren't going to be home from the Court of Nightmares until tomorrow?"

Rhys sighed, holding me to him a moment longer and leaving one hand tangled in my hair, even as we pulled back enough to speak.

"For the first time in hundreds of years, I managed to finish business with Keir earlier than expected. I knew you were busy in the city today, so I was hoping to surprise you here when you got home. I... may have caved in to my own tiredness while I waited."

I just smiled and put a hand to my mouth, trying and failing to hide my grin.

"Well, it's honestly an amazing surprise. Although I'm so tired I almost walked straight past you to go collapse in bed."

Rhys gave me a tired smile, shifting on the couch so he could put his arms around me. I leaned back against his chest and the two of us sank down into the cushions together. Instantly, the last few lingering stressors of the day melted from my mind as I sunk into the comfort of the person I loved, my best friend in the world.

"I think we've just made a critical mistake," I said after a moment. I had to fight to keep my eyes open, comfortable and content as I was against Rhys's chest, and the only response he could muster was a soft hum against the shell of my ear. "...I don't think I could get up from this position if my life depended on it."

Rhys huffed another laugh, shifting and tightening his arms around me but making no moves to get up.

"Well, then we may just have to give in to our fate and sleep here, just like this."

I smiled, turning on my side to curl into Rhys. I could hear his heart beating as I laid my head on his chest, and my own heartrate slowed in response. The streets of Velaris were nice and quiet outside, and so was the house around us. Slipping into a peaceful sleep with him here would be the easiest thing in the world.

"...I just feel like we're going to regret the decision in the morning, when we wake up as sore as if we'd been training with Cass and Az. Or worse, when one of us kicks the other off the couch in our sleep in the middle of the night."

Rhys let out the heaviest, most drawn-out sigh I'd ever heard in my life. He practically went liquid beneath me, apparently trying to merge his form with the couch completely. But then, on the inhale, he suddenly stood, scooping me up into his arms in the process.

We just stood there for a moment in the living room, Rhys holding me as I looked at him in surprise.

"I can't believe you actually managed to leave our couch. That's my High Lord, right there. Ultimate resolve and power."

Rhys snorted and rolled his eyes, but I caught him smiling all the same.

"If it had just been me, I couldn't have done it. But to make sure my High Lady doesn't wake in the morning with a neck that feels broken from her chosen sleeping position? I found the strength."

I laughed again as Rhys squeezed me tighter, then started heading for the stairs. I'd been a zombie when I'd first walked through the door of the townhouse, but just being around Rhys was enough to bring me back from the brink. I still needed to sleep, now, but the utter exhaustion mind, body, and soul and the buzzing in my brain had been alleviated.

We tumbled into bed together, both of us taking a moment to ditch the street clothes before wiggling under the blankets in a way incredibly undignified for the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. Of course, neither of us particularly cared.

I curled up against Rhys's chest again, laying my head over his heart so I could hear its soft, steady beat as I drifted off to sleep. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me tight into his side, and he placed a gentle, sleepy kiss on my forehead once we'd settled in. We'd never even bothered to turn on the lights.

"I'm glad I made it home to you tonight," he mumbled, clearly already halfway to sleep. "I don't think I could've gone another night in the Court of Nightmares without seeing you."

"I'm glad you made it home tonight, too," I said, my voice just as weak and sleep-affected. "It was a long day. But it's easy to forget about it all with you."

I felt Rhys smile against my forehead, and he gave me one last little squeeze before his body relaxed. I could tell from his breathing he'd fallen almost immediately into a deep sleep, and I wasn't far behind him. I was home safe, in the loving arms of my mate, snuggled up together in our bed. There was nothing else in the world that mattered to me more than what I had here.

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The Night We Met

Pairing: Cassian x Reader Setting: Post-War, Velaris & Illyrian Mountains Heavy angst, heartbreak, bittersweet love Trigger Warnings: Emotional trauma, death of mc, grief, implied war violence, s*icide attempt, sensitive topics

They say time softens everything. That even the sharpest pain will dull into something bearable. Survivable. I have survived everything else — war, loss, blood in my mouth, steel in my hands.

But I have not survived you.

Cassian.

I whisper your name into the dark when the silence becomes unbearable. The world moves on. The Night Court rebuilds its walls, plants gardens where there was once ash. Rhysand and Feyre laugh again. Mor dances. Azriel watches with those haunted eyes, but even he lets a smile slip now and then.

They all carry their ghosts.

But I carry you.

Every breath I take feels like blasphemy. Because you should be the one breathing, laughing, flying over the Sidra like you used to with your wings outstretched and the wind shrieking your name.

Instead, I’m here. And you’re not.

It’s cruel, how quiet the house is now.

The firewood still crackles in the hearth because I light it each evening, a pathetic ritual. I half expect you to kick open the door, armor half-off, reeking of wind and sweat and war. You’d smirk, call me sweetheart, wrap those massive arms around me like the world wasn’t ending.

You made me feel like I was the safest place you’d ever been.

And now you’re gone, and I’m the most dangerous place I know.

I can’t walk through the rooms without seeing shadows of you. Your boots are still by the door. Your blade still rests against the mantle. You never came back to sharpen it. The bed dips only on my side. Your pillow hasn’t been moved. I don’t dare touch it. I don’t dare touch anything.

I think if I disturb the space you left, I’ll lose whatever echo of you still lingers here.

I sleep in your shirts. They stopped smelling like you weeks ago.

I wear them anyway.

Because the body forgets, but the soul doesn’t. My soul... oh, Cassian, she’s howling.

The bond is a string frayed to the point of madness. It doesn’t sing anymore. It doesn’t hum or glow or pulse with warmth. It weeps. It begs. It breaks me open with every heartbeat. And sometimes, in the deepest moments of night, I feel a flicker — like a memory or a dream. As if you’re standing behind me, reaching out your hand, trying to call me home.

But there is no home without you.

I had all of you.

And then most of you.

And now none of you.

Everyone tells me how lucky I was to have loved you.

That you died a hero. That you saved lives. That it was a noble death.

What do they know?

What do they know about the way your eyes would flutter shut when I traced the ridge of your wing bones? The way your voice would roughen when you whispered my name against my bare skin? How you held me like you were always afraid to let go, like the world might disappear from under your feet if you loosened your grip even for a moment?

They don’t know that you were mine. Not in some vague, romanticized way — but in the brutal, soul-bonded, fated way. You were stitched into my bones. Into my existence.

And you tore away.

You promised you’d come back.

You said it. The night before the final battle. I remember lying with you in our bed, your armor half-polished on the floor, your hand on my ribs, counting each breath.

“I’ll come back,” you said.

You smiled when you said it.

And I, foolish girl that I was, believed you.

Do you know what it felt like, when I felt the bond snap? When I collapsed in the middle of the battlefield, hands in the mud, screaming for a heartbeat that no longer echoed mine?

They had to drag me off the field. Rhys and Azriel. I clawed at them, hysterical, not even caring that I was bleeding, that my throat was raw from screaming.

You were gone.

And the world kept turning.

It shouldn’t have.

It should’ve cracked open. It should’ve bled. The sun should’ve refused to rise. The Sidra should’ve boiled away.

But it didn’t.

Because the world never cared about us. Not really.

We were just two soldiers who dared to find love in the ruins.

I go to the place where we first met.

Now I stand on that same ridge and beg the Mother to undo it.

To let me go back. Not to kiss you sooner. Not to change your fate.

But to never meet you.

Because if I hadn’t known you, I wouldn’t be this broken thing. This shattered shell of a woman. I wouldn’t wake up screaming your name. I wouldn’t break every time I hear the wind whistle through the trees like your laugh.

If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have to live every day as the mate left behind.

It all started with a fight.

Not a grand one. Just a skirmish in the snow, steel clashing, blood hissing against the frost. I was stupid. Young. Trying to prove something to someone long dead. I’d separated from my unit, chasing a scent trail I thought I understood.

It was a trap.

I remember the sharp flare of panic — and then the blur of wings.

You tore through the sky like a storm made flesh. That’s how I saw you first: not as a man, not even as a commander — but as fury. As salvation.

You landed with such force it cracked the ice beneath us. You didn’t look at me at first. Just sliced through the enemy like they were paper dolls. I remember staring at the blood splatter on your cheek. At the quiet rage in your eyes. At the way your blade didn’t tremble. At the way your red stones burned under the snowfall.

I think something in me fell in love with you before you ever spoke a word.

When it was done, when the world quieted, you turned to me.

"You’re not supposed to be here."

That was the first thing you said.

Not Are you hurt? Not What’s your name? Just a quiet, reprimanding growl that made my knees weak.

I told you I didn’t need saving.

You arched a brow. “Is that what that was — bravery?”

“Strategy.”

You laughed, then. This deep, rich thing that settled in my chest like warmth. I hated you for it.

And then I loved you.

It was slow after that.

Letters passed through messengers. Glances held a little too long during training drills. A hand at my lower back when I stumbled, a look across the fire during late-night meetings. It wasn’t just attraction — it was inevitability. Like gravity. Like breath.

You saw through me. Through the anger, the pride, the hunger to be something more than a forgotten girl with a sword. You saw the fractures I didn’t know I had.

And you loved them.

Loved me.

One night, after a battle that nearly cost us both our lives, I found you on the roof of the barracks, knees drawn to your chest, wings outstretched in the starlight.

You didn’t speak when I sat beside you.

You just reached out and took my hand.

I didn’t pull away.

“You’re in my bones now,” you said after a long silence. “Even if the bond wasn’t there... I’d still find you.”

I thought it was a line. Some pretty little Illyrian thing to charm me into your bed.

Then you kissed me — and I knew.

I knew.

The bond clicked into place that night. Quiet, not a thunderclap like they describe in stories. No explosion of stars. Just a quiet knowing. Like an exhale.

You looked at me like I’d given you something sacred.

And I had.

We talked about everything after that. In between battles and bloodshed, we dreamed.

You wanted a house far from the war camps. Something with big windows and space for a garden. “I can’t grow anything,” you’d said once, brushing your thumb across my cheek. “But I like the idea of things blooming around you.”

You wanted children.

Just one, you said at first. Then two. Then as many as I’d let you have.

You talked about flying lessons. About how our daughter would terrify everyone with her temper and our son would be the kind of boy who cried at songs.

I laughed then. I told you that you were dreaming.

But you looked at me with stars in your eyes and said, “Let me.”

We were going to fly to the Summer Court after the war, if they ever let us back there. Swim in clear waters. Make love under golden skies. You promised you’d braid shells into my hair.

You wanted to teach me to bake. Wanted to meet my mother, even though she was long gone. Said you’d find a way — "If there’s an afterlife, I’ll win her over."

You used to hum while sharpening your blade. Just nonsense tunes. I never realized how much I’d miss that sound.

And now...

Now all I have are the dreams. And they taste like ash.

I wake up gasping most nights, the sheets tangled around my legs, sweat clinging to my skin like guilt.

I see your death over and over.

Sometimes I’m there, standing too far away, watching the blade slice through your neck.

Sometimes I’m too late. Holding your broken body in my arms, screaming your name to a sky that doesn’t answer.

And sometimes... sometimes you smile. Just before the light fades. And you whisper I’m sorry.

That’s the one that kills me the most.

Because I should have been there. I should’ve died with you.

You wouldn’t have let me, I know that.

You would’ve fought the gods themselves to keep me breathing.

You said “If I die first, don’t you dare follow me. I’ll drag your ass back.”

But I would’ve gladly followed you into the dark.

I was going to tell you the morning after that last battle.

You came in soaked in blood, half your leathers torn, but smiling like you’d conquered the whole world. I was already up, pacing, hands shaking so hard I could barely hold the tea I’d made. I remember scolding you for being reckless. For fighting like your life didn’t matter.

You laughed. Pulled me into your arms. Whispered, I’m still here, aren’t I?

And I almost said it.

I almost said the words that had been burning a hole in my chest for three days.

But you kissed me, slow and aching, and said you needed a bath and sleep and one night where we didn’t talk about war or death or duty.

So I let it wait.

And in the morning, you were gone.

I was so angry at first.

Not at you. At the world. At the Cauldron. At fate. At myself.

Because I should’ve told you.

I should’ve screamed it at the top of my lungs. I should’ve carved it into your skin so you carried it into battle — you’re going to be a father.

I imagined you in every version of that moment.

Dropping your mug. Laughing so loud the entire war camp would’ve known.

Crying, surely.

Touching my stomach like it was made of starlight.

You would’ve been terrified, of course. You always said you didn’t know how to be gentle — that the world had sharpened your edges too much.

But I did.

I knew you.

I saw how you carried the weight of your soldiers' griefs. How you paused before each order, thinking of the lives behind it. How you slept with a dagger under your pillow and still managed to curl around me like I was the only thing keeping you breathing.

You would’ve been brilliant.

And now...

Now you’re gone.

No one can ask me how I’m doing. No one can touch my stomach with pity in their eyes. No one can say “he would’ve loved this” and mean it like a comfort.

Because it hurts.

It hurts more than anything I’ve ever known.

You never got to speak to them.

Never got to feel them kick.

You’ll never hear them cry, or teach them to fly, or hold them when the nightmares come.

And they’ll never know your laugh. Your voice. The way you hummed when you were nervous. The way you burned toast every single morning.

They’ll never know you.

I thought about ending it.

I won’t pretend I didn’t.

When the darkness got too loud, when the silence of our room felt like a scream, when I couldn’t breathe without tasting your name — I thought about taking the easy way out.

About following you.

And I swear to the Mother — I heard you.

Not your voice. Not words. Just a feeling.

Like a whisper in my blood.

Don’t.

Not a command.

A plea.

And then... I felt it.

A flutter. So small I thought I imagined it.

But then again.

And again.

I pressed my hand to my belly and sank to my knees, sobbing so hard I thought I’d split in half.

Because I couldn’t die.

Not now.

Not with your child still living inside me.

So I go on.

I wake up. I eat. I walk.

I talk to you.

I tell you about the sky. The weather. What the baby craves today. (Peaches, mostly. You’d roll your eyes and say it’s a girl, then spend the next week planning flying lessons.)

I whisper stories into the quiet.

I remind you who I am.

Who we were.

I sing that stupid song you made up. Off-key, because you never could hold a tune, and neither can I.

I think the baby know.

I think some part of them knows you.

There’s a letter I haven’t opened yet.

Azriel brought it to me after the war. Said you’d written it “just in case.” Said you’d made him swear not to give it to me unless you didn’t come back.

It sits on my desk, sealed in red wax. Your handwriting is messy, as always.

I trace the letters sometimes. Try to pretend I can hear you in them.

But I’m not ready.

Not yet.

I want to believe you’re still just... away.

That the war took you for a time, but you’ll come home again. Swing open the door with that wild grin. Sweep me into your arms. Touch my stomach and say, You waited for me?

I want to believe you’re not gone.

But you are.

And I have to live with that.

You’re the first thing I want our child to know.

And the last thing I’ll ever forget.

You gave me everything, Cassian.

And when you left...

You still gave me something more.

A/N: I was listening to my sad playlist, "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron started palying and I thought about writing something.

If you guys like, pls let me know<333

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"Not now babe, I'm busy staring at the most heartwarming Feysand fanart"

The fanart:

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A Thousand Kisses Later

Cassian x Reader

Summary: He held her face like it was the most precious thing in the world, like he couldn't kiss her fast enough, like he had loved her for centuries and still hadn’t gotten enough.

The war had ended three weeks ago. Three long weeks since Cassian had come back from the front lines bloodied but breathing. Since Y/n had sat beside his healing body in the House of Wind, her hand glued to his, whispering promises she wasn’t sure he could hear.

Now, he wouldn’t stop touching her.

Not that she minded. Not when the pads of his calloused fingers brushed her cheek like a prayer. Not when his palms cradled her face like he’d crumble if he let go. Not when his lips pressed tiny kisses over every inch of her face—cheeks, chin, nose, brow—like it was instinct.

She was seated cross-legged on their shared bed, hair still damp from a bath he’d drawn for her, the scent of lavender clinging to her skin. Cassian had taken one look at her—soft, flushed, relaxed—and crossed the room like a man starved.

Now she was giggling, helpless under the affection of a war-hardened general who kissed like he didn’t know how to stop.

“Cass,” she laughed, eyes squeezed shut as he pressed yet another peck to her nose, then her cheek, then her jaw. “That’s the fiftieth one.”

“Fifty-first,” he murmured, lips barely brushing hers. “And that’s for calling me Cass.”

“Oh, I’m sorry—Lord Commander General Cassian of the Night Court—”

His groan cut her off as he buried his face in her neck, letting out a dramatic sigh that made her laugh harder.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he murmured into her skin, voice rasped from laughter and love. “In excessive affection.”

“I’m already drowning in it.”

He lifted his head and cupped her cheeks again, his grin boyish and wicked. “Good.”

Another kiss. This one to her temple.

And another. Her eyelid.

And another. The tip of her nose.

She melted in his hands, the kind of love-sick, soul-deep softness that only a mate bond could bring. His thumbs swept gently across her skin, and she looked up at him with stars in her eyes.

“I missed this,” she whispered. “Missed you.”

His expression crumpled with emotion so fast she barely caught it. But she did. Because she knew him. And he hadn’t let himself feel everything that needed to be felt—not yet.

Cassian settled beside her, tugging her into his lap, her legs over his. His wings curled instinctively around her, a shield of warm, powerful muscle and love. He rested his forehead to hers.

“I was so scared,” he said hoarsely, voice barely audible. “That I wouldn’t get to do this again. That I’d never touch you again.”

Her heart cracked open. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, nose tucked under his jaw.

“I know. I felt it too.”

Cassian pulled back just enough to cup her face again. She loved when he did that—how reverently he held her, like his entire world existed between his hands.

“I made a promise,” he said. “Out there. That if I made it home, I’d spend the rest of my life making sure you knew how much I love you. Every damn day. Every moment I get.”

Tears pricked her eyes, and she nodded. “You already do. Every time you look at me like that. Every time you touch me like I’m...everything.”

“You are everything,” he said fiercely.

He kissed her again—quick, soft, sweet—and another giggle bubbled from her throat. He grinned, lips brushing the corner of her mouth.

“You laugh like you were made for me,” he murmured.

She scrunched her nose. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It does to me.” He kissed her again. “Your laugh is my favorite sound. Second only to your moans.”

“Cassian!”

He smirked, clearly proud of himself, before pressing a kiss just under her ear. “What? I like all your sounds.”

“I swear,” she muttered, cheeks warm, “you are the clingiest, softest Illyrian warrior in history.”

“I almost died. I earned the right to be clingy.” His hand slid around her back, pressing her tighter against him. “Now hush. I’m not done kissing you.”

He tilted her chin up again, and she let him. Let herself fall into him, into the warm hum of their bond that wrapped around her heart like velvet. Kiss after kiss after kiss, until she was breathless and smiling and so, so in love.

She brushed her fingers through his thick hair, letting her other hand rest over his beating heart. Cassian kissed her palm, then nuzzled into it, eyes half-lidded.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“You deserve everything,” she whispered back.

His arms tightened around her, his lips brushing her brow.

“And yet, somehow, I got you.”

They sat there for a while in the hush of evening, the world slowed to a heartbeat between them. He didn’t stop touching her. She didn’t want him to. Every brush of his thumb, every lingering kiss, every whispered promise—it was a prayer they both needed.

“You really want to spend the rest of your life kissing me like that?” she teased softly.

Cassian gave her a slow, roguish grin. “Absolutely.”

“What if I get wrinkly?”

“I’ll kiss every wrinkle.”

“What if I snore?”

“I’ll wear earplugs.”

“What if I—”

He kissed her. Full and firm and breathtaking.

“I’ll love you anyway,” he finished for her.

She blinked up at him, tears rising again. And then she laughed—light and unguarded—her cheeks squished in his palms, lips pecked again and again by the male who had given her everything.

“I love you, Cass.”

His eyes glowed. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Again.

“I love you.”

He kissed her once more, a thousand soft promises in one lingering touch.

And she knew—without question, without fear—that she would never stop hearing those words from him. Never stop being held like that. Never stop being his.

And he—gods help him—would never stop kissing her.

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Absolute comfort fic, I can just imagine reading it under the covers by the candle, big recommend

He Runs Because He Loves Me | r.lupin

note : Do I have a hundred (exag) fics on-going right now? Yes, yes I do, but I will still continue to start new masterlists and series because I don't care and will write for whatever I am inspired for :))

warning/s : werewolf stuff, light angst?, mostly fluff with a happy ending, just a moment of getting scared by a werewolf, you're a dummy but the lovable kind, Remus is a cutie

You were on edge all day, anticipating the moment the countdown would end. A chain of events lead you to the forbidden forest at midnight and you could only curse your luck when you stare down death in the eyes, in the form of a werewolf, then the count down ended. Displaying ‘0’.

As if you were a mythical thing. Like you were a trophy or a champion ring.

Today is the day. You woke up, seeing the set of numbers displayed so readily the moment you opened your eyes to greet a new day.

It’s only 17 hours until you meet your soulmate. You can only guess that they were from Hogwarts given as you are stuck inside this castle, while the count down to meeting your soulmate progresses.

“Good morning!” You happily greet your classmates, some of them already donning on their uniforms. You eye them magic the wrinkles out of their yellow robes.

“Morning,____,” Prewett greets you. “You seem awf’ly cheery today? Got something grand planned?”

You grin at her as she straighten her tie around her neck. “Yeah, sort of.”

They didn’t probe any more and minded their own business as you all prepared for another day at Hogwarts— your fellow badgers went on normally while you felt like every step you took was one step closer to your soulmate.

Settling into the Great Hall, you couldn’t even contain your excitement as you ate breakfast so happily. Despite that, you managed to steal glances at the Gryffindor table.

You spy the familiar tuff of brown hair matched with chocolate brown eyes and a set of scars across his freckled face.

Not to be delusional, but you had secretly hoped Remus was your soulmate. You’ve already met him, seen him across the room and watched him cheer in the Quidditch stands but never properly met him face-to-face.

You wanted to wish that it could be him. That your soul intertwined with his, despite the fact he’s never once noticed your existence throughout all of your 6 years at Hogwarts.

“____’s creepily staring at Lupin again.” Prewett sniggered.

You smack her lightly. “Piss off.”

You hear a boy a few plate across you snort. You look at him, recognizing him to be the boy you previously partnered with on Astronomy once back in 3rd year.

Fritz Higgins.

He caught you looking and smirked. “Don’t know why you even bother crushing on that one,” he snorts again. “Prolly gets into lots of bloody fights, nasty scars.”

You make a face at him. Fighting back the urge to stab him with your fork, you just glared. Pointedly choosing not to give into his bait and turned to Prewett who was obviously reacting to his words as well.

She had on a look of shock and disgust. “Says you, you bloody twat!”

You tap her and give her a gesture to let it go. She huffs and turns to you with an angry expression still on her tan face.

“Someone ought to curse him full of zits, the nerve!”

.

You continue on with your classes, trying not to mind the numbers too much as it kept going down. By the time you had finished your classes, there was only 8 hours left of it.

You sat through dinner, not able to really swallow anything down. Meanwhile Potter’s newest attempt at wooing Evans kept you occupied, playing with your food as you listened in on their loud exchange.

They make it so easy to eavesdrop with how they practically announce their everything to the entire castle. You neglected to laugh and just mindlessly stared at the numbers continuously decreasing.

Having calculated it, you wondered just how in the world are you going to meet your soulmate at 12am?

“Galeon for your thoughts there, ____?” Prewett asked you, having been confused of your sudden change of mood.

You shake your head as your only response. Getting up abruptly to leave the hall as you catch a glimpse if Lupin whose nose is buried in a book next to a laughing Black.

You went straight to your dorm and prepared for bed despite yourself, you dropped on your bed straight after - staring blankly at nothing as you dissociated.

You wonder if it’s too big of a reach to expect Remus Lupin to be your soulmate, you’ve been crushing on him since 2nd year.

You always liked his attitude. How reserved and quiet he was compared to his friends but always let a smirk slip past his lips when the Slytherins would be in shambles while all their hair are falling off at breakfast.

People always wondered how he’s a Marauder, they claimed he’s too quiet and behaved to be one of them, but you knew better.

Watching closely, one could easily see that he had the same cheekiness his friends had. You would even guess that he’s responsible for half the ideas that are being executed by the lot.

You blink.

7:37:19

Just where in the world will you meet your soulmate at 12am? You close your eyes heaving a sigh, not intending to sleep but then you opened your eyes to find the numbers changed.

2:42:15

You get up abruptly. Looking around to find your fellow badgers are already asleep, Prewett safely tucked in drooling the night away.

You blink in a daze as you push yourself off bed. Grabbing a robe to wrap around yourself, you groan as you felt your muscles tensed. It seemed as if you slept like the dead, unmoving while you dozed away.

You try rolling your shoulders and heard your joints pop, satisfied - you reach for your wand and cast a ‘Lumos!’. You weren’t sure where you were going but your grumbling stomach urged you to head to the kitchens.

Playing with your food proved to have been a mistake. Your stomach was practically screaming at you to give it literally anything.

The sleep was still with you by the time you had exited the painting of the fat lady, barely caring that you’ll be told off for being out of bed. You traversed the dark castle in a half-awake state, not minding the fact you were walking down darkened halls without a care in the world.

In your half-awake mind, you did not care at all. You kept walking until you reached an isolated hall, not even a single painting was there. You blink once, twice - where the bloody hell are you?

You look around. Your eye catching some threshold that you mindlessly walked into, you felt shivers run down your spine at the sudden cold air of the night wrapping around you.

Despite that, you still found it in yourself to follow the track that was made on the grass. Like enough people had walked through it to form a path and had flattened the grass to lead you to -

Awake.

You felt wide awake now as you realize you are outside in the forbidden forest. You look down at yourself to realize you didn’t even have shoes on, you were walking out of the castle barefoot.

“Bloody hell?” You whisper to yourself and you look into the trees, tall and scary as they tower over you in the night.

The full moon is shining brightly above as you begin to realize how dire your situation is. You make a move to turn around until you heard it, a low growl.

You swiftly turn and found yourself locking eyes with a creature. What -

A werewolf.

You could tell as soon as the description from the books replayed in your mind, you are face-to-face with a werewolf. You could barely hear its low growls through the sound of your heart hammering in your chest, so loud that it ringed in your ears.

You couldn’t move. Your grip on your wand tightened as you stare the werewolf down.

It took a step forward, you felt every fibre of your being scream at you to run. But you felt compelled to stay, as opposed to being chased by this creature seemed scarier.

“H-hi?” You cursed yourself as soon as you said it, as it seemed to react to your voice, growling louder and taking more steps forward.

You almost screamed when it leaped forward, making you drop to the floor as your knees had given out.

Having always cursed people in books when they would not move whilst in danger, you now understood why. It wasn’t easy to just get out of the way.

You froze.

The mind can still react, but the body gets too scared to even move an inch, it seems. You can only curse yourself for not having either ability to fight or take flight.

Somehow, in your panicked state - you managed to take a peek of the number hovering just above you and felt your jaw go slack. “0”.

The time had run out so that means -

A stag came leaping from the nearby bushes and stood in front of you, blocking the werewolf. Right after it was a dog that also stood at your defence.

You frowned at the scene and fought the urge to pinch yourself. The rat jumped off the stag and as if gesturing you, kept turning it's head to the direction you came from.

You found yourself nodding at it. The dog approached the werewolf, still barking. The werewolf, dejected took steps backwards and you took it as your cue to follow the rat's instructions.

You slowly turned to the direction you came in - and rushed for it. You ran the fastest you have ever ran and ignore the chaos that ensued behind you as you can only guess the animals had worked to keep the werewolf at bay while you dashed.

Not even bothering to look back, you ran all the way back and straight into the Hufflepuff common room. You felt your blood pumping as you wasted no time rushing up the stairs and entering your dormitory, throwing your back against the door as if the werewolf could follow you all the way into the castle and reach your dorms.

.

The following morning, you looked like hell. It was only thanks to Prewett bothering with casting charms on your face that you looked far from the crazy person that you were when they all had woken up.

She didn't dare question the way you limped and only served you breakfast while you stared at your plate in a daze.

You had already met your soulmate. It's the bloody werewolf that almost killed you last night.

You look up, failing to find the number hovering over you. It's disappeared completely as the count down has ended.

"You should eat," was all Prewett said to pull you out of your thoughts.

"M'kay." you began stuffing the toast into your mouth despite not having the apettite. You helped push it down with pumpkin juice and then felt it - someone watching you.

You look up on instinct and met eyes with Remus Lupin all the way from the Gryffindor table. You masked your shock, keeping a straight face as you tried to get a read on his expression.

He was too far, but you could make out the frown on his scarred face. You watched as Potter nudge him, sending a weirdly worried look your way and that's when you tore your gaze off their direction.

You look down at your now empty plate and run a hand through your hair. Your bloody fucking soulmate is a werewolf and they are somewhere in the castle.

But you have no clue who they are.

.

It was your utmost shock when you received word from a 3rd year housemate that Lupin of all people was asking for you outside the common room.

You gagged on the chocolate frog you were eating as Prewett teased you, also hearing the request. She urged you to go out, re-casting the charms that hid the bags under your eyes and even fiddled with your hair.

Too shocked to process it, you allowed her to fix you up before being pushed out of the common room.

Outside, you saw Remus standing idly. Unsure how to greet him, you just gave him a slow nod and he took the initiative to say something first, he said your name - "____."

You felt all the air escape your lungs. You name sounded like a choir singing coming from his lips. "Lupin."

He hesitated, shifting his weight from his left leg to his right one. "Can we talk in private?"

You have no clue what brought this on. You agreed to the talk and currently being guided to a private place to talk, the entire time as you followed him, you kept trying to think of a reason.

None of them seemed plausible enough. So you gave up guessing just as you two reach the Astronomy tower, it's empty.

"What can I help you with?" You ask, opting to guess that he's gonna ask for a favor. Merlin knows why he's asking you of all people.

There was a pregnant pause, his back remained turned on you. You watch his figure, a solid minute went by that he did not say anything and you can guess that he was struggling to let it out.

"I promise I won't judge," you spoke again. You were beginning to grow nervous with every passing second. "What is it?"

Trying to think of what else to say, you almost didn't hear him when he spoke again. "I'm your soulmate." He said it so quickly that you almost missed what he had just said.

You almost laughed because that's no big deal - wait what?

"Huh?"

He finally turned around and you could see the conflicting expression on his face. Merlin, he's so beautiful.

"I'm your soulmate."

You frown at him despite the compliments dancing around in your simple-minded brain, you give him a nervous smile. "That's - what? But my soulmate is a -"

You stop yourself, you weren't just about to reveal that your soulmate is a werewolf so you shut your lips right away but he continued it for you.

"A werewolf."

You were never the brightest one in the room, but you weren't stupid either. So it took a few seconds and it finally clicked in your head. The monthly visits to Madam Pomfrey, the scars all over his face and - and the fact he's claiming he's your soulmate.

Your smile dropped.

"Last night, that was me," he cleared his throat nervously. "In the forbidden forest."

You couldn't find the words so you didn't say anything. He stepped forward, the action was full of hesitation but he did it anyway and another, and another until there was a reasonable distance between you two.

You can clearly see his eyes now, you thought to yourself how you could probably count his freckles and how much you'd enjoy doing so.

This must be what having a soulmate is like.

It has just been revealed that they are a werewolf, stigmatized to be dangerous and hostile creatures but you did not care for that at all - all you could think of was the way his freckles littered his scarred face and how beautiful it looked.

"I'm sorry,____, I don't think we can - "

"Shut up," you tell him, earning a frown. "Shut the fuck up, Lupin. You're about to go all mopey on me and tell me we can't be together because you're a werewolf, right?"

"Well - it sounds ridiculous when you put it that way but yes," he heaves a sigh that you almost thought was sarcastic. Yep, he's a Marauder alright.

You shake your head and smack his chest, not putting any force behind it. "You are an idiot."

"What did I do?"

"I'm your soulmate. That means the world itself made me exactly for you, I don't care that you're a werewolf, I've never once held any prejudice for any creature or for any blood status, I think the universe has made me exactly like this just for you."

He frowned, struggling to follow along.

"I'm saying," you glare at him. "I am made just for you, so to think I'd reject you for being a werewolf is bonkers."

"I'm not sure I follow," his frown grew deeper.

"No, you're not staying away from me because you think it's better that way," you tell him. Despite the fact you lost the ability to sleep for ther est of the night. Despite the shock of finding out your soulmate is a werewolf.

Because you learned that it's Remus.

The gentle, but cheeky boy you have been admiring for years. You knew he could never hurt you, not even intentionally.

"I am inlove with you, you tosser."

To say he was in disbelief would be an understatement. He parted his lips to say something, only to close it again, and opened his mouth again - "You do?"

You give him a soft smile. "Long before I even knew you were my soulmate. I had always secretly hoped the countdown would end whilst facing you."

He mirrored your smile now.

"Guess I really got lucky," he was saying that to himself, mostly. "That you are my soulmate."

You didn't even hesitate grabbing him by his robes to pull him in for a kiss.

the end.

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[koobratzy]

He Runs Because He Loves Me | r.lupin

note : Do I have a hundred (exag) fics on-going right now? Yes, yes I do, but I will still continue to start new masterlists and series because I don't care and will write for whatever I am inspired for :))

warning/s : werewolf stuff, light angst?, mostly fluff with a happy ending, just a moment of getting scared by a werewolf, you're a dummy but the lovable kind, Remus is a cutie

You were on edge all day, anticipating the moment the countdown would end. A chain of events lead you to the forbidden forest at midnight and you could only curse your luck when you stare down death in the eyes, in the form of a werewolf, then the count down ended. Displaying ‘0’.

As if you were a mythical thing. Like you were a trophy or a champion ring.

Today is the day. You woke up, seeing the set of numbers displayed so readily the moment you opened your eyes to greet a new day.

It’s only 17 hours until you meet your soulmate. You can only guess that they were from Hogwarts given as you are stuck inside this castle, while the count down to meeting your soulmate progresses.

“Good morning!” You happily greet your classmates, some of them already donning on their uniforms. You eye them magic the wrinkles out of their yellow robes.

“Morning,____,” Prewett greets you. “You seem awf’ly cheery today? Got something grand planned?”

You grin at her as she straighten her tie around her neck. “Yeah, sort of.”

They didn’t probe any more and minded their own business as you all prepared for another day at Hogwarts— your fellow badgers went on normally while you felt like every step you took was one step closer to your soulmate.

Settling into the Great Hall, you couldn’t even contain your excitement as you ate breakfast so happily. Despite that, you managed to steal glances at the Gryffindor table.

You spy the familiar tuff of brown hair matched with chocolate brown eyes and a set of scars across his freckled face.

Not to be delusional, but you had secretly hoped Remus was your soulmate. You’ve already met him, seen him across the room and watched him cheer in the Quidditch stands but never properly met him face-to-face.

You wanted to wish that it could be him. That your soul intertwined with his, despite the fact he’s never once noticed your existence throughout all of your 6 years at Hogwarts.

“____’s creepily staring at Lupin again.” Prewett sniggered.

You smack her lightly. “Piss off.”

You hear a boy a few plate across you snort. You look at him, recognizing him to be the boy you previously partnered with on Astronomy once back in 3rd year.

Fritz Higgins.

He caught you looking and smirked. “Don’t know why you even bother crushing on that one,” he snorts again. “Prolly gets into lots of bloody fights, nasty scars.”

You make a face at him. Fighting back the urge to stab him with your fork, you just glared. Pointedly choosing not to give into his bait and turned to Prewett who was obviously reacting to his words as well.

She had on a look of shock and disgust. “Says you, you bloody twat!”

You tap her and give her a gesture to let it go. She huffs and turns to you with an angry expression still on her tan face.

“Someone ought to curse him full of zits, the nerve!”

.

You continue on with your classes, trying not to mind the numbers too much as it kept going down. By the time you had finished your classes, there was only 8 hours left of it.

You sat through dinner, not able to really swallow anything down. Meanwhile Potter’s newest attempt at wooing Evans kept you occupied, playing with your food as you listened in on their loud exchange.

They make it so easy to eavesdrop with how they practically announce their everything to the entire castle. You neglected to laugh and just mindlessly stared at the numbers continuously decreasing.

Having calculated it, you wondered just how in the world are you going to meet your soulmate at 12am?

“Galeon for your thoughts there, ____?” Prewett asked you, having been confused of your sudden change of mood.

You shake your head as your only response. Getting up abruptly to leave the hall as you catch a glimpse if Lupin whose nose is buried in a book next to a laughing Black.

You went straight to your dorm and prepared for bed despite yourself, you dropped on your bed straight after - staring blankly at nothing as you dissociated.

You wonder if it’s too big of a reach to expect Remus Lupin to be your soulmate, you’ve been crushing on him since 2nd year.

You always liked his attitude. How reserved and quiet he was compared to his friends but always let a smirk slip past his lips when the Slytherins would be in shambles while all their hair are falling off at breakfast.

People always wondered how he’s a Marauder, they claimed he’s too quiet and behaved to be one of them, but you knew better.

Watching closely, one could easily see that he had the same cheekiness his friends had. You would even guess that he’s responsible for half the ideas that are being executed by the lot.

You blink.

7:37:19

Just where in the world will you meet your soulmate at 12am? You close your eyes heaving a sigh, not intending to sleep but then you opened your eyes to find the numbers changed.

2:42:15

You get up abruptly. Looking around to find your fellow badgers are already asleep, Prewett safely tucked in drooling the night away.

You blink in a daze as you push yourself off bed. Grabbing a robe to wrap around yourself, you groan as you felt your muscles tensed. It seemed as if you slept like the dead, unmoving while you dozed away.

You try rolling your shoulders and heard your joints pop, satisfied - you reach for your wand and cast a ‘Lumos!’. You weren’t sure where you were going but your grumbling stomach urged you to head to the kitchens.

Playing with your food proved to have been a mistake. Your stomach was practically screaming at you to give it literally anything.

The sleep was still with you by the time you had exited the painting of the fat lady, barely caring that you’ll be told off for being out of bed. You traversed the dark castle in a half-awake state, not minding the fact you were walking down darkened halls without a care in the world.

In your half-awake mind, you did not care at all. You kept walking until you reached an isolated hall, not even a single painting was there. You blink once, twice - where the bloody hell are you?

You look around. Your eye catching some threshold that you mindlessly walked into, you felt shivers run down your spine at the sudden cold air of the night wrapping around you.

Despite that, you still found it in yourself to follow the track that was made on the grass. Like enough people had walked through it to form a path and had flattened the grass to lead you to -

Awake.

You felt wide awake now as you realize you are outside in the forbidden forest. You look down at yourself to realize you didn’t even have shoes on, you were walking out of the castle barefoot.

“Bloody hell?” You whisper to yourself and you look into the trees, tall and scary as they tower over you in the night.

The full moon is shining brightly above as you begin to realize how dire your situation is. You make a move to turn around until you heard it, a low growl.

You swiftly turn and found yourself locking eyes with a creature. What -

A werewolf.

You could tell as soon as the description from the books replayed in your mind, you are face-to-face with a werewolf. You could barely hear its low growls through the sound of your heart hammering in your chest, so loud that it ringed in your ears.

You couldn’t move. Your grip on your wand tightened as you stare the werewolf down.

It took a step forward, you felt every fibre of your being scream at you to run. But you felt compelled to stay, as opposed to being chased by this creature seemed scarier.

“H-hi?” You cursed yourself as soon as you said it, as it seemed to react to your voice, growling louder and taking more steps forward.

You almost screamed when it leaped forward, making you drop to the floor as your knees had given out.

Having always cursed people in books when they would not move whilst in danger, you now understood why. It wasn’t easy to just get out of the way.

You froze.

The mind can still react, but the body gets too scared to even move an inch, it seems. You can only curse yourself for not having either ability to fight or take flight.

Somehow, in your panicked state - you managed to take a peek of the number hovering just above you and felt your jaw go slack. “0”.

The time had run out so that means -

A stag came leaping from the nearby bushes and stood in front of you, blocking the werewolf. Right after it was a dog that also stood at your defence.

You frowned at the scene and fought the urge to pinch yourself. The rat jumped off the stag and as if gesturing you, kept turning it's head to the direction you came from.

You found yourself nodding at it. The dog approached the werewolf, still barking. The werewolf, dejected took steps backwards and you took it as your cue to follow the rat's instructions.

You slowly turned to the direction you came in - and rushed for it. You ran the fastest you have ever ran and ignore the chaos that ensued behind you as you can only guess the animals had worked to keep the werewolf at bay while you dashed.

Not even bothering to look back, you ran all the way back and straight into the Hufflepuff common room. You felt your blood pumping as you wasted no time rushing up the stairs and entering your dormitory, throwing your back against the door as if the werewolf could follow you all the way into the castle and reach your dorms.

.

The following morning, you looked like hell. It was only thanks to Prewett bothering with casting charms on your face that you looked far from the crazy person that you were when they all had woken up.

She didn't dare question the way you limped and only served you breakfast while you stared at your plate in a daze.

You had already met your soulmate. It's the bloody werewolf that almost killed you last night.

You look up, failing to find the number hovering over you. It's disappeared completely as the count down has ended.

"You should eat," was all Prewett said to pull you out of your thoughts.

"M'kay." you began stuffing the toast into your mouth despite not having the apettite. You helped push it down with pumpkin juice and then felt it - someone watching you.

You look up on instinct and met eyes with Remus Lupin all the way from the Gryffindor table. You masked your shock, keeping a straight face as you tried to get a read on his expression.

He was too far, but you could make out the frown on his scarred face. You watched as Potter nudge him, sending a weirdly worried look your way and that's when you tore your gaze off their direction.

You look down at your now empty plate and run a hand through your hair. Your bloody fucking soulmate is a werewolf and they are somewhere in the castle.

But you have no clue who they are.

.

It was your utmost shock when you received word from a 3rd year housemate that Lupin of all people was asking for you outside the common room.

You gagged on the chocolate frog you were eating as Prewett teased you, also hearing the request. She urged you to go out, re-casting the charms that hid the bags under your eyes and even fiddled with your hair.

Too shocked to process it, you allowed her to fix you up before being pushed out of the common room.

Outside, you saw Remus standing idly. Unsure how to greet him, you just gave him a slow nod and he took the initiative to say something first, he said your name - "____."

You felt all the air escape your lungs. You name sounded like a choir singing coming from his lips. "Lupin."

He hesitated, shifting his weight from his left leg to his right one. "Can we talk in private?"

You have no clue what brought this on. You agreed to the talk and currently being guided to a private place to talk, the entire time as you followed him, you kept trying to think of a reason.

None of them seemed plausible enough. So you gave up guessing just as you two reach the Astronomy tower, it's empty.

"What can I help you with?" You ask, opting to guess that he's gonna ask for a favor. Merlin knows why he's asking you of all people.

There was a pregnant pause, his back remained turned on you. You watch his figure, a solid minute went by that he did not say anything and you can guess that he was struggling to let it out.

"I promise I won't judge," you spoke again. You were beginning to grow nervous with every passing second. "What is it?"

Trying to think of what else to say, you almost didn't hear him when he spoke again. "I'm your soulmate." He said it so quickly that you almost missed what he had just said.

You almost laughed because that's no big deal - wait what?

"Huh?"

He finally turned around and you could see the conflicting expression on his face. Merlin, he's so beautiful.

"I'm your soulmate."

You frown at him despite the compliments dancing around in your simple-minded brain, you give him a nervous smile. "That's - what? But my soulmate is a -"

You stop yourself, you weren't just about to reveal that your soulmate is a werewolf so you shut your lips right away but he continued it for you.

"A werewolf."

You were never the brightest one in the room, but you weren't stupid either. So it took a few seconds and it finally clicked in your head. The monthly visits to Madam Pomfrey, the scars all over his face and - and the fact he's claiming he's your soulmate.

Your smile dropped.

"Last night, that was me," he cleared his throat nervously. "In the forbidden forest."

You couldn't find the words so you didn't say anything. He stepped forward, the action was full of hesitation but he did it anyway and another, and another until there was a reasonable distance between you two.

You can clearly see his eyes now, you thought to yourself how you could probably count his freckles and how much you'd enjoy doing so.

This must be what having a soulmate is like.

It has just been revealed that they are a werewolf, stigmatized to be dangerous and hostile creatures but you did not care for that at all - all you could think of was the way his freckles littered his scarred face and how beautiful it looked.

"I'm sorry,____, I don't think we can - "

"Shut up," you tell him, earning a frown. "Shut the fuck up, Lupin. You're about to go all mopey on me and tell me we can't be together because you're a werewolf, right?"

"Well - it sounds ridiculous when you put it that way but yes," he heaves a sigh that you almost thought was sarcastic. Yep, he's a Marauder alright.

You shake your head and smack his chest, not putting any force behind it. "You are an idiot."

"What did I do?"

"I'm your soulmate. That means the world itself made me exactly for you, I don't care that you're a werewolf, I've never once held any prejudice for any creature or for any blood status, I think the universe has made me exactly like this just for you."

He frowned, struggling to follow along.

"I'm saying," you glare at him. "I am made just for you, so to think I'd reject you for being a werewolf is bonkers."

"I'm not sure I follow," his frown grew deeper.

"No, you're not staying away from me because you think it's better that way," you tell him. Despite the fact you lost the ability to sleep for ther est of the night. Despite the shock of finding out your soulmate is a werewolf.

Because you learned that it's Remus.

The gentle, but cheeky boy you have been admiring for years. You knew he could never hurt you, not even intentionally.

"I am inlove with you, you tosser."

To say he was in disbelief would be an understatement. He parted his lips to say something, only to close it again, and opened his mouth again - "You do?"

You give him a soft smile. "Long before I even knew you were my soulmate. I had always secretly hoped the countdown would end whilst facing you."

He mirrored your smile now.

"Guess I really got lucky," he was saying that to himself, mostly. "That you are my soulmate."

You didn't even hesitate grabbing him by his robes to pull him in for a kiss.

the end.

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[koobratzy]

The Alchemy Of Us ♡ : A James Potter Fan Fiction.

pairing : James Potter x female!reader

summary : With a big Quidditch match ahead, James Potter is all nerves and heart. When things don’t go quite as planned, he’s reminded that love—true, golden, all-consuming love—might just be the real magic behind it all. A fluffy, Marauder-filled story of devotion, charm, and the alchemy of us.

warnings : Fluff overload, Mild language (Marauder-level banter), Excessive kissing (the sweet kind), Secondhand embarrassment from James being a dramatic golden retriever, Heart-melting romantic gestures, Unapologetic public displays of affection

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3.

inspired by : "The Alchemy" by Taylor Swift.

word count : 1.3k

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There’s magic in the air the morning of the match. Not the wand-waving kind—no, this is something else entirely. The sky is too blue. The wind smells like hope and nerves and the sharp tang of expectation. And James Potter is pacing the Gryffindor common room like a man whose fate hangs in the balance.

Which, in his opinion, it very much does.

“You’re really not coming?” he asks again, third time in ten minutes, voice just a shade too tight, lips a touch too pouty. He’s wearing his Quidditch robes half-done, hair a tragic symphony of chaos, eyes wide like a kicked puppy.

“I told you, Jamie,” you say gently, reaching up to fix the way his golden captain’s badge sits on his chest. “Slughorn’s extra class. I missed last week’s one. I really can’t skip it again.”

“But you can,” he insists dramatically, catching your wrists in his hands. “Just tell him you had… I don’t know. An allergic reaction to Slytherin arrogance. It’s highly contagious this time of year.”

You snort. “I’m pretty sure that’s not in Hogwarts: A History.”

“Yeah, well, I am in Hogwarts: A History. The modern edition,” he says smugly. Then instantly drops it for another theatrical sigh. “But fine. Fine. If you must abandon me in my time of need—”

“Oh Merlin, you’re insufferable.”

“But lovable.”

“Yes. Like a cursed puppy.”

James grabs at his heart, staggering back a step. “A cursed puppy? This is how you speak to your boyfriend before the most important match of the season?”

You rise on your toes and press a kiss just over his heart. He stills. Always does when you do that. “I’ll make it up to you. Right now.”

“Oh?” he perks up, hopeful.

You lean in, brushing your lips against his—soft, sweet, like honey melting into butterbeer. A kiss woven with the promise of love and a little bit of mischief. “Your lucky kiss,” you whisper against his mouth. “For courage. And maybe a hat trick.”

James lets out a whimper. “You can’t do that and then leave.”

But you’re already slipping away, grinning. “Go win us that cup, Captain Potter.”

── .✦

James is chaos incarnate on the pitch. A meteor of scarlet and gold, all limbs and talent and nerves that refuse to settle.

“Oi, Potter!” Sirius yells from his broom, flying past. “Try aiming for the goal and not your exasperation!”

James flips him off mid-air.

“It’s because his girlfriend’s not here,” Remus deadpans from the commentator’s booth, voice lazy but amused. “We might as well rename the game Emotional Turmoil and Other Tragedies.”

“Ten points if he cries,” Peter whispers beside him.

James doesn’t cry. But he does fly like someone whose heart is missing its beat. Every turn, every save, every near miss—he searches the crowd.

No red jumper. No bright grin. No you.

Until—

Until there you are.

Midway through the second half, when the score is neck and neck, when the tension hangs so heavy it could slice through a Hippogriff—he sees you.

In the middle of the stands, flanked by Marlene and Lily, wearing his Gryffindor jumper. The one with Potter stitched across the back in bold golden letters. Your hair is wild, your cheeks flushed, and you’re screaming his name like it’s a victory chant.

“GO, JAMES!”

And just like that—something clicks.

James becomes fire. A storm. Alchemy.

He spins, dodges, dives. The crowd is thunder, the air electric. One goal. Another. A save so reckless Sirius nearly has a heart attack. And then—bliss. Final whistle.

Gryffindor wins.

The world erupts.

But James Potter doesn’t hear it. Doesn’t hear the roars, or the sound of the cup being lifted. Doesn’t even see the trophy.

He only sees you.

He lands hard, drops his broom, and runs. Straight to the stands. Past the team. Past the professors. Past the trophy shining in the sun.

“Where’s he going?” one of the Slytherins mutters.

“Probably to go snog his lucky charm,” Sirius says with a grin.

You barely have time to open your arms before he’s there—scooping you up like you weigh nothing, spinning you in a dizzying circle, laughter bursting out of him like a spell.

“YOU CAME,” he gasps, burying his face in your neck. “Merlin, I love you—I played like shite the whole time—you’re my magic, I swear—”

“James!” you laugh, breathless. “You just won the match!”

“Don’t care. You’re the real win.” He kisses you, again and again, between every word. “My. Girl. My. Lucky. Star.”

From the distance, Remus’s voice echoes across the pitch. “WHERE’S THE TROPHY? HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO HER?”

“Damn right I do!” James shouts back, not even looking. “Priorities, Moony!”

You’re blushing, laughing, kissing him back like you’ve forgotten the entire school is watching.

“Next time,” he murmurs, arms around your waist, nose bumping yours, “no classes. Just you. Always you.”

You cup his face, soft and proud. “Always me, Jamie.”

He leans into your touch like it’s the only grounding force in the world. Around you, the world is a blur of scarlet and gold, of roaring voices and echoing joy. But none of it matters. Not like this. Not like you.

You smile through the noise, your heart pounding in rhythm with his, and though neither of you says it out loud—you both feel it.

So when I touch down, call the amateurs and cut ‘em from the team...

This is what it’s always been building toward. The late nights. The shared glances. The stolen kisses before practice. You, in his jumper. Him, with your name written into every beat of his heart.

Cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me...

He doesn’t let go of your hand. Not when Sirius calls. Not when Remus teases. Not even when Peter tries to shove the trophy into his arms. He doesn’t care about the win. He only cares about the girl who made him believe he could fly even without a broom.

And above all the noise, above the cheers and the chaos and the celebration—it’s golden.

Golden like your smile. Golden like his laugh. Golden like daylight.

It’s the alchemy of us.

[koobratzy]

bothersome - james potter x reader

wc: 1047

summary: you and james can't help but bother each other whenever you sit together in class

me: this was so sweet and fun to write i love having someone to annoy in classes <3 it's also 2:30am rn so if anything doesn't make sense its coz im delirious!

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“shut up!” you hissed, a laugh threatening to spill out of you. james shook his head with a devious grin.

“am i not entertaining you?” he pretended to be hurt, pulling puppy dog eyes as he leant closer.

“you,” you pushed his face away with your hand, “are impeding on my education. i would like to listen to mcgonagall, thank you.” you really did try to focus on what your professor was saying, but james was making it exceedingly difficult.

james was twirling his wand between the fingers of his non-dominant hand, a habit you both found entrancing and incessantly annoying. you loved watching the muscles and ligaments stretching and transforming, james’ hands were endlessly interesting to you. however, it was really impacting your ability to focus on transfiguration.

“five galleons for you to flick it on the floor,” you whispered, shifting even closer so only james would hear it. he looked over at you, momentarily surprised by the lack of space between your faces, then straightened himself out, pulling on his signature mischief-making smile.

“you really should know better than to make a bet with me, love,” he chided playfully.

then you were watching it happen. the wand running smoothly between james’ long fingers before flinging through the air, halfway across the classroom. because james potter never did anything by half, the wand gained impressive velocity, flying over the head of marlene mckinnon and lily evans who sat in front of her, clattering loudly on the floor by lily’s feet.

mcgonagall paused her lecture, eyes zeroing in on the wand. before she could ask any questions, james was up like a rocket, apologising loudly and dramatically to the whole class as you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop any mortified giggles seeping out.

“mister potter, may i suggest keeping your wand out of your hands when not casting spells?”

“of course, professor. honestly, i don’t know what came over me — some sort of seizure, perhaps?” james was far too coy to be genuine, and everyone knew it. still, mcgonagall only gave him a long stare, then resumed her lecture as james made the humiliating walk of shame back to his seat.

“pay up,” james whispered, nudging you enthusiastically. you sighed, dramatising your upset. you drudged around in your robe pockets for a few coins, putting them silently in james’ outstretched hand.

you quickly redirected your focus to the lecture unfolding before you, naively believing james was done with your attention.

“do you think if we asked really nicely, minnie would let us hex all the slytherins so their skin’s green for a week?” he asked in what was definitely too loud for the circumstances, affirmed by mcgonagall reprimanding him.

“mister potter, i hope this is not you trying to interrupt my class.” she stared him down as you covered your face with your hands beside him. “if you were creating distractions after your… medical episode, i would suggest that you were perhaps ill? perhaps unable to attend quidditch training this afternoon?”

that certainly got james’ attention and he shook his head vehemently, falling dead silent for the remainder of the lesson.

whilst you were safe for the remainder of transfiguration, in potions he was back in full force.

“why do you do this to me?” you sighed good-naturedly as james slipped into the bench next to you. “what if i was saving that seat for someone?”

“you don’t have any other friends. it’s not kind to lie, love.” james’ eyes twinkled in a way that distracted you for a moment before you came to your senses and huffed.

“i have friends, idiot. you just keep taking up all my time so i can’t ever hang out with them.”

“you love me,” james sang, throwing an arm around your shoulder. you shrugged it off, trying your best to look annoyed.

“i tolerate you, and even that’s being kind.” you pushed him away as slughorn approached the front of the classroom to start his spiel.

you barely got through the first five minutes before james was getting restless, straying from class notes to writing dumb jokes and poking you until you caved and read them.

a particularly dirty one had you snorting down at your desk and praying no one would notice. james delighted in your breaking, grasping your arm and shaking you around as he laughed until you had to hit him.

“you’re so annoying,” you hissed, your tone unfortunately lacking any bite.

you reached your quill over to james’ paper, scratching out a childish james potter is a huge idiot!

james’ mouth dropped open in faux despair, screwing his features and thinking up a reply.

you’re an idiot he replied.

so creative

shut up. you’re annoying

“are we having issues over here? does anybody need another piece of parchment?” slughorn surprised you both. you didn’t realise you’d been so distracted writing stupid messages over james’ notes you hadn’t even heard him approach.

“no!” you jumped away from james, inches between you. “i just wanted, uh, clarification on the, uh, application. sorry.” james did nothing to help you, just nodding serenely and relying on the charm of his smile.

“alright,” slughorn nodded as if he didn’t believe a word you said, “if you need any help you’re more than welcome to schedule a meeting with me after class.”

“of course, thanks, professor.” you smiled meekly, embarrassment clear on your features.

as soon as slughorn’s back was turned, you were hitting james in the bicep repeatedly, punishment for humiliating you. unfortunately, he took it in stride, easily overpowering you and manhandling you so you were facing back towards your paper.

“you heard him,” james teased, “and if you have to stay back after class you’ll lose all that precious time to hang out with your alleged other friends.”

“i literally hate you.”

sirius and remus sat behind you both, observing the class with identical disbelieving looks.

“there is no way they don’t realise,” sirius said, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

“i really don’t think they do.” remus shook his head, scribbling down the instructions slughorn was listing from his desk.

“are they stupid?”

“worse. crushing.”

[koobratzy]

Marauders Soulmate list

I’m begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans, that’s my man.

– You Should See Your Faces

Sirius Black’s greatest spit in his family might just be the fact that he is destined to be with the muggle girl who always smiled his away, living 5 windows down from his ancestral home.

– The One To Beat

James Potter thinks the world is playing a cruel joke on him when he finds out that his Soulmate is a Slytherin, to make it worse— they’re the captain of the Quidditch team

– He Runs Because He Loves Me

You were on edge all day, anticipating the moment the countdown would end. A chain of events lead you to the forbidden forest at midnight and you could only curse your luck when you stare down death in the eyes, in the form of a werewolf, then the count down ended. Displaying ‘0’.

to be updated when fics are posted

[koobratzy]

Always my fancasts for Lily and James, I'm stuck in the past 😪

⠀⠀⠀⠀" she hated him! "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" nah, she didn't. "

[koobratzy]

Jily aesthetic• lovers

[koobratzy]

happy valentine’s day! here’s a jily moodboard

[koobratzy]

need some more marauders mutuals who still ship wolfstar and jily and are only intrested in the slytherin skittles as villains or morally grey characters. please!!

[koobratzy]

ര ۪ ݁ ! jily moodboard 𝅄 ౨ৎ ㅤ۪

I'm sorry I'm a jily girlie. james potter x lily evans. he fell first and harder. friends to lovers. hc lily wanted to obliviate herself the first time she laughed at one of james' stupid jokes!! where's my james gang?

[koobratzy]

form change!!

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