#as per your request Moony

[ellecdc]

Sirius' Admirer

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader at a party with Sirius' determined admirer

CW: fluff, shy!reader but it's only discussed, possessive Remus, brief mention of alcohol/being tipsy but no description

original request/prompt = @unstablereader

The party was winding down as the small group that was left in Gryffindor tower pulled the various sofas and chairs closer to the low coffee table for another party game. 

Not you, though.

Remus was very happy to have you curled up in his lap, pretty well asleep, as he watched Sirius smirk and laugh with the remaining party goers. 

It was no secret that you were a touch more shy than Sirius or Remus were. 

Okay, you were terribly more shy than Sirius and Remus were, but Remus was more than happy to sit on the sidelines with his and Sirius’ little wallflower.

And it was no secret you put in a solid effort to be more social for your more extroverted boyfriends'; showing up to this party was evidence of that, both of them knowing that the old you would have never agreed to such a thing.

He was certain that had you been a little less tipsy and a little more awake, you would rather die than be seen falling asleep in one of your boyfriend’s lap. 

That made Remus love his current situation all the more.

You shifted slightly at a boisterous laugh from the group and Remus used his hand that was supporting you to rub your back soothingly. He couldn’t help the proud smirk that took over his face when you nuzzled a little further into his chest at the action. 

Remus could suddenly smell trouble in the form of one Gryffindor girl a year below the three of you - who seemed to have quite the crush on Sirius - as she approached the group. 

Now it’s important to note that it’s not that he blamed the girl for her crush, per se, but he certainly didn’t like it.

And Moony liked it even less. 

Remus watched as the girl approached Sirius, and Sirius - not quite able to rid himself of the Pureblood gentleman he was raised beaten to be - began to stand in order to offer her his chair.

“Oh that’s okay! We can both fit!” The girl offered boldly, grabbing Sirius’ arm before he was at his full height and pulling him back down into the (albeit rather large) one seater chair. 

Though Remus could see Sirius was slightly taken aback by the boldness of the younger Gryffindor, he quickly schooled his face and offered a polite shrug before turning his gaze to the rest of the room. 

Before the game began, Sirius’ eyes flit upwards towards the chair he knew the two of you were occupying where he took in your tangled forms.

A soft, loving smile took over his face as he watched your chest rise and fall peacefully before his eyes met Remus’, who he offered a wink before returning to the game at hand.

Now Remus tried to focus on the feel of your steady breathing, your weight on his chest, the warmth of your body, and the contentment he had felt all night with you and Sirius.

But Moony was far more concerned with that little witch who was sitting far too close to his Padfoot. 

Remus tried to mentally grab The Wolf by the scruff of the neck, begging him to relax for now.

And it almost worked.

Except the little witch had thrown her head back in laughter and slapped Sirius' thigh playfully. 

Remus could feel a possessive discontentment rumble through his chest, and unfortunately for him, so did you.

“I’m sorry, dovey. It’s okay, go back to sleep.” He murmured, pressing a conciliatory kiss to your hairline as you stirred in his lap. 

You tightened your hold on Remus in a way that you never do in public, and he was immediately back to feeling quite smug about his current situation.

Though, unfortunately, the smugness didn’t last long. 

Sirius was having a playful row with James over whether or not James had cheated during his turn, paying no mind to the younger girl who was scooching ever closer to him in his distraction, to the point that Remus felt she was nearly sitting right on his lap.

Mine. Moony growled petulantly in his mind. 

Remus thought, hoped, and prayed that he was strong enough to ignore it, but it seemed that either Moony was particularly possessive tonight or this witch was particularly bothersome. 

Sirius was leaning forward in the seat with his elbows on his knees conversing with Peter as the witch leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Remus wasn’t exactly sure what his plan was in attempting to stand up, but that plan (or lack thereof) was quickly thwarted when you whimpered at the disruption. 

“Moons?” You whined as you started to tense; eyes scrunching in preparation to open and see what Remus’ fuss was about.

“Sorry. I'm sorry babylove.” He cooed as he settled back into his chair and kissed the space between your brows.

Damn his difficult hot and oblivious boyfriend and his sweet little sleepy girl - causing him nothing but grief. 

How in the sodding hell did Sirius not notice what was going on right now!? He had to feel the weight of her stupid sodding head on his shoulder?

But apparently whatever discourse he was currently participating in with Peter was more interesting than his admirer. 

Remus tried to remind himself that the fact that Sirius wasn’t noticing and not interested in the witch was really rather a good thing as he continued to keep an eye on his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s devotee.

Apparently though, Remus had a threshold.

And that threshold came in the form of the witch slowly wrapping both her arms around Sirius’ arm that she was already leaning against.

Sirius barely had time to furrow his brows and turn to look at the girl incredulously before Remus had shot a tame stinging hex at him. 

“Ouch! What the fuck?” Sirius hissed as he shook the hand Remus had stung - not coincidentally the hand that the witch was moments away from trying to hold - forcing the girl to straighten up from where she’d been attempting to cosy up to him. 

“Oi Prongs, are Rem and my girl still around?” Sirius called loudly regardless of the fact that Remus knew that Sirius knew exactly where they were. 

“Never very far, Pads.” James smirked as he used his head to gesture towards your and Remus’ forms. 

Sirius looked over with a salacious grin on his face before quickly standing and abandoning the witch in her chair built for one as he made for the two of you.

“Awe our poor girl, Rem.” Sirius cooed as he leaned over you to press a kiss to Remus’ lips. “You should have called me over earlier so we could bring her to bed.”

“You seemed a little preoccupied.” Remus answered pointedly, though his chiding was minimised by the teasing smile on his face. 

“Fuckin’ weird.” Sirius breathed out before crouching down to be level with you.

“Hey pretty girl.” Sirius murmured as he pushed some of your hair away from your face. “You ready for bed?”

You let out a pitiful sound as you tried to nuzzle further into Remus’ chest, only for both boys to chuckle at you. 

“Come on, sleepy-head.” He continued, pulling you from Remus’ lap by your hands and into his chest. Remus watched Sirius support basically the entirety of your weight where you were leaning against him as he guided you towards the stairs of the boys’ dormitory. 

“Goodnight everyone!” He called to the group, causing you to timidly burrow further into his side to hide from what Remus was sure was the horrifying ordeal of being seen. 

Remus watched as everyone wished the three of you a good night, save the usurping witch who was pouting in her rather empty looking chair. 

Remus couldn’t really blame her for trying, he supposed, but if anyone was going to spend the night cuddling you and Sirius, it was going to be him.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Terrified

Cw: idiots in love, remus being scared of fucking up, maybe some swear words, angst to fluff

Wc: 2.6k

You never want to see Remus again.

Your chest burns as you watch him dance in James’ back garden with a girl who looks nothing like you and all you can feel is bile climbing your throat.

Sure you hadn’t believed him when he’d first asked you out, but his persistence, his kind words and the way he would constantly flirt with you had gotten you to agree to one date.

You’d hoped he was being honest, that he had feelings for you too. Maybe not as strong as yours were, but at least enough.

Now you see you’d been a fool.

One Week Earlier:

Remus and you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for as long as you’ve been friends. You always flirt and tease each other, but nothing ever comes of it. Remus likes you- it sometimes feels a bit more than like, especially when he smells your chamomile conditioner, or when you offer him his favourite sea salt and caramel chocolates.

You feel the same. Remus always wants to buddy read with you, or hear you talk about your day and over the years, you’ve both gotten into a steady routine of either calling or messaging the other before you go to sleep.

It feels very much like the two of you are together already even though you’re not.

Your friends have become annoyed with you both for the amount of teasing banter that’s tossed back and forth that yields nothing.

“Just ask her out, Moony. Bloody fucking ‘ell, you’d swear you didn’t know the girl was tripping up about you.” Sirius moans, sipping his beer as Remus watches you talk with Lily and Mary at the other side of the long table.

You’re all at a pub to celebrate the end of the week, needing drinks after the way work has shafted you all in some way or the other.

You hair’s out tonight, a rare occurrence, and Remus swears that he can smell your shampoo from where he’s sat.

You’ve got on your work pants still, just with a different top- a softer looking top to your usual scrub tops. Even though you’re tired, and the lighting is shit in the pub, Remus’ breath is stolen by you.

“S’not like it would hurt anything.” James chimes in, Remus keeping his eyes on you as he tries to distract himself from acting on his friends’ goading. “C’mon Moony, you’d both be happy together.”

James would never root for you both if he thought there would be any major falling outs and a lack of chemistry, still Remus is hesitant.

It’s a bit different to liking you from the safe title of, ‘just friends,’ to liking you and doing something to turn the title into something else- something more.

You turn in his direction, a wide smile on your face when you find his hazel green eyes across the room.

“You’re far away tonight, Remus.” There’s no real sadness in your voice, but something about your eyes has Remus readying himself to change positions with Mary.

Sirius snickers, “He’s fighting your love, poppet. Doesn’t want to sit too near, lest he embarrass himself.” You frown, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as you examine Remus.

“You don’t actually have to come over.” you say, your mouth curving into a soft pout. Remus doesn’t hesitate in slamming the heel of his shoe into Sirius’ shin.

“Why don’t you come sit with me here, dove? Sirius can go sit with Mary.” you shake your head, turning back to Lily and Mary who glare at Sirius and shake their heads at Remus.

He sighs, sitting back into his chair. Remus’ mood doesn’t brighten till you’re all leaving. James and Sirius have gone to the till to settle up, Mary and Marlene have hitched a taxi, Lily is already in the car per James’ request with the doors locked and you’re standing at the door waiting for Sirius because he’s yours and Remus’ ride home.

“Sirius didn’t mean what he said earlier as anything more than a joke. You know that right dove?” Remus asks gently, scuffing his shoe against the pavement as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Mhm.” You pull your arms around you before letting them fall and then reach for the cigarette hanging from Remus’ lips. “Is this the strawberry menthol one?” You ask, looking up at Remus with eyes that seem to ensnare him like a siren ensnares its prey.

“Yeah,” it’s breathy and wispy, unlike Remus in all ways. It isn’t the first time you’ve shared a smoke- you don’t do it half as often as Remus, but every now and then, it’s a nice feeling between your teeth and fingers.

“You also don’t have to just do things to prove them wrong, which is why I gave you the out.” You turn your head to blow the smoke behind you, shoulders dropping just a little more as the smoke curls around your face.

Remus is enraptured. This close he can definitely smell the chamomile shampoo, though it also smells like sterility and sanitizer.

“I don’t need an out when it comes to you,” his hand reaches your lips, thumb dragging against your bottom lip just a second longer than it should before he plucks the cigarette from your mouth.

“You don’t have to keep the flirting up when it’s just Remus.” Your heart is pounding in your chest when Remus doesn’t look away. He tilts his head down towards you just as he takes a drag. It’s a little hypnotic to watch him inhale a little and then breathe out, blowing his smoke just over your shoulder.

Maybe it’s two pints he’d had, loosening his lips, but his words wash over you slowly. “I don’t flirt with you for their benefit, pretty girl. It’s not a farce.”

You feel your palms sweat against your thighs. “Oh really?”

He nods, a small grin spreading on his lips and making him look even hotter with the cigarette hanging from his mouth. “Yes really,” He throws the butt to the floor, stamping it out with the toe of his shoes. “I’ll prove it to you too. How abouts next Saturday, you and I go on a date.”

You shiver when his hand reaches for your elbow, drawing you a tad closer to him and out of the way of the opening door. “Just the two of us?”

Remus chuckles, “That’s how dates usually go, pretty girl.”

You hum, mulling it over in your head. You’re really only dragging it out like this so you don’t seem desperate, just in case this is a joke. “Sure, I’d love to go out with you Remus.”

You’d been excited about the date all week, not telling anyone about it lest you jinx the whole thing. When Friday rolled around you’d been practically bouncing off the walls.

Remus had texted you during the day, a little reminder of the date and the dress code for the fancy restaurant.

Your mind had been reeling with all the outfit options.

In the end, you’d chosen a pretty green dress with silver kitten heels. You’d curled your hair and told Remus you’d meet him at the restaurant.

You’d looked perfect and despite the trepidation over this all being one elaborate joke, you’d been hopeful. So, so hopeful.

Only when you got to the restaurant and texted Remus that you’d been there, he’d not responded.

Twenty minutes passed, then forty five, and you’d almost cried when the pretty waitress came in to ask if you were still waiting or if they could give the table away.

You’d at least ordered a slice of caramel cheesecake and then texted Sirius if you could come over to wallow.

That’s when you’d found out.

“Wallow? Poppet, I’m at a party.”He’s a little hard to hear, but you make him out fine and you frown.

“What party? Is everyone there?” you’re trying to be covert, but with Sirius there is anything but.

“Yeah, Moony’s here too. How come’s you’re not here, poppet?”

You won’t cry on the phone in the middle of the street.

“I’m coming over now.”

And that’s how you find Remus with his hand over your direct opposite’s bum, a flirty smile on his face and where you hear the splinter then shatter of your heart as you watch him kiss her neck.

“Hey poppet, you look like a stunner!” you blush a little, leaning into Sirius just a little. He shoves a red cup into your hand and you hardly even sniff it before knocking the entire thing back without flinching. Sirius laughs, fully impressed. “Okay, I assume you’ve had a rough night?”

“Yeah, but I just came to give this to Remus. When you find him will you give it to him?” Sirius nods, turning to find Remus but you’ve already shoved the box into his hands and making your way to the door.

You spend the entire night in your pyjamas eating the last of your caramel ice cream while you try to remind yourself that you and Remus aren’t a thing. You’re just friends, you just flirt with each other. It wasn’t that serious.

Nothing works, not even when Sirius messages you to tell you he’s never seen cheesecake make someone sad.

You feel a little numb, all through the weekend, avoiding your friends and their invites to bars and brunch.

You last a total of four days, then someone is banging on your door and you have to drag yourself out of bed with messy hair and stained Christmas pyjamas and open the door.

Sirius and James stand on the other side of the door. James is sympathetic, frowning when he spots your red rimmed eyes. Sirius opens his arms to you and the tears are back again.

“Oh poppet. He's a total idiot.” he mumbles, rubbing your back as you sniffle.

“We sent the girls on him,” James says soothingly, squeezing your shoulder.

“He won’t survive them.” you say wetly, stepping back to let the boys in.

Sirius smirks, “Moony’s a fucking twat, he shouldn’t survive them.”

You laugh and so does James. “Isn’t he your best friend?”

James nods, “Yeah, but he can still be a twat, angel girl.” You don’t feel comfortable telling them everything that had happened or everything you felt, but the boys use their tendency of imbuing you with confidence to get you to take a long hot shower, do your hair and find your sexiest outfit. Then, they drive you over to Remus’ apartment. .

Lily, Marlene and Mary are all leaving his apartment when you get there, smirks on their face when they see you.

“Make him work for it.” Mary whispers and you nod, letting Lily kiss your forehead just before sending you to Remus’ door.

“Open your door Remus.” The door opens almost immediately, Remus looks as horrible as you had been before your intervention.

Your friends don’t linger, they all pile into their cars and leave and you’re grateful that for once their nosiness hasn’t overridden their regular senses.

“Fuck,” he mutters, head hung low like he can’t stand to look at you. “Dove.”

“Can I come inside?” you ask and he nods, stepping out of the way so you could walk into his place.

Before you can say anything, Remus tugs your hand to pull you close to him. “Just for a minute.” he mumbles, his arms wrapping around you. Remus can’t stop the deep inhale, all he can smell is you and all he wants to smell is your chamomile shampoo. Maybe even some of your vanilla perfume.

You smell him too, his citrus and mint body wash. His clean cotton laundry detergent and something else that’s distinctly Remus. It feels good to hug him like this, but also you worry about the girl from the other night. You worry about your friendship and what’s going on.

When his hand cups the back of your head and his nose drags along your cheek you feel your breath hitch and your heart speed up. Your legs wobble, knees knocking slightly.

“I don’t know why you stood me up, or why you were dancing with that girl but I suspect she may not be happy to know you get this close to all the women in your life.”

You try for a joke, but it falls flat and Remus pulls away from you like you’ve burnt him.

He sighs, “I’ve been an idiot.” You nod, not wanting to lie.

“It would’ve been nicer if you just said you didn’t want to go anymore.” You’re trying hard not to let your voice crack, the last thing you want is Remus and you to make up just because you’re crying.

Remus bites his lip, the pretty scar slicing through it pulling tight as you watch his teeth sink into it.

“Dove,” you take a step back from him then. You don’t know what’s going to happen but you need a clearer head than the one you have right now.

“I did want to go.” He sounds sincere but you remember being at the restaurant for nearly an hour all alone.

“Then why didn’t you? I stayed for an hour waiting for you.”

Remus flinches. His chest burns with shame, guilt swirls his stomach. “I don’t have a good reason, other than I was scared it was just a joke. Just another thing we say and don’t do.”

You shake your head, “I texted you telling you I was there. Then I called Sirius and he said you were at a party with him and when I came you were dancing with a girl.” You take a deep breath to dispel the emotion clogging your throat. “This isn’t going to go anywhere if you’re not going to be honest Remus.”

His hand is rough against his face as he leans against his kitchen island.

“I wanted to get over you. I knew if I went on the date I’d just fall for you even more and I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship- I haven’t had the best track record when it comes to being in relationships. I’d have rather been friends than be your boyfriend and potentially lose everything.”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’d have rather you said that and cancelled the date. I’d have told you, you have nothing to be worried about and that we’d work through it together. Now, I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

Remus nods. “I’m sorry dove. If it’s worth anything, it didn’t help. I was thinking of you the entire night and when Sirius gave me the cheesecake I almost ran over to your place. He and James stopped me and made me tell them everything. They told me I was being rash and stupid, said I was going to lose you now for sure.”

You sigh, tears pooling in your eyes finally. “I wish you just told me.”

Remus reaches for you, not being able to stomach the way your chin wobbles. “Darling,” he pulls you to his chest again, letting you cry. “I’ve been such a fucking twat.” You laugh through your tears.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, Remus chuckles. “You have been.”

“You’re really making me work for your forgiveness, precious girl. I don’t mind,” he kisses the crown of your head. “Would it be too much if I asked if you still wanted to go out on a date?”

You pull away, teary eyes looking into his. “Why?”

“I’m still head over heels but I need to prove I’m not a complete and utter knobhead.”

Remus is putting the ball in your court, knows it’s the best thing he’s ever done.

Still, his nerves are on fire. His chest constricts like you’ve already rejected him.

“Now?” He nods.

“You’re already all dolled up, don’t see a point in wasting this outfit in my dusty apartment.”

You nibble on your lip, “Maybe in a few days, Remus. I think we need to let this all settle.”

His smile dims a little but he nods, “I understand, dove. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

You leave his apartment and for the next couple of weeks you and Remus take it slow, slow to hang out, slow in speaking to each other one on one.

When you end up going out, he picks you up at home flowers in hand and a small box of your favourite chocolates.

“Let me do it right this time.”

[marauroon]

congrats on another new blog for a new fandom 🤭

as a blog-warming request, can we add another fic to the best friend James with no boundaries pile???

HYPOTHERMIC - J.POTTER

you are the only feasible solution that james can think of to warm up his frozen extremities

cw — james and reader have an unconventional friendship, james and sirius being brothers as per, swearing, typical teenage antics

james potter x fem!reader || fluff || 1.8k || requests open!!

a/n: another new blog has spawned for another fandom (the marauders are encapsulating all of my thoughts rn)🤭 thanks for the ‘blog-warming’ request ml 🫶🫶

It’s a crime James thinks, to have snow in April. It never snows in April back down in England, hell they’re not likely to have snow at all.

But apparently living up north in Scotland spelled different news.

It was even more of a crime that he had to go out in the snow. Quidditch was great, but no one should have to be flying in -2° weather.

It was April, it was snowing, and James was cold.

By the time the team hit the showers he swore his fingers were going to fall off from hypothermia, a sentiment shared by most of his teammates as they spent a collective ten extra minutes under the hot water.

The trudge back to the Gryffindor common room was almost as treacherous as the training itself, the stone walls of the castle doing absolutely nothing to block the chill that ran through it’s corridors.

Sirius swears to him that he sees some of the paintings shaking, and honestly he can’t blame them, he’s practically shivering himself and he had a long-sleeved t-shirt and a jumper on.

He has one singular plan. Sit in front of the fire and stay there until he was sure that all of his organs had defrosted, even if that meant missing dinner. That was a lie, he would definitely leave the embering comfort of the fireplace for dinner.

Now he was thinking about it, he was starving. Maybe he could convince Sirius or Peter to go down to the kitchens early with him to sneak something back up.

There’s an almost unanimous sigh of relief as the team walk through the fat lady’s portrait, like their muscles relax just from seeing the familiar red and gold decor and decide to just give up right then and there.

It’s a sight to be seen for sure, a majority of the student’s who’d taken up the lounge sofas and chairs for the afternoon looking on at the group with raised eyebrows and small muttered chuckles at their collective state.

“Have fun then?” There’s a decided smirk on Remus’ face as James and Sirius drag themselves over to the nook that you and him had curled yourselves into over the last few hours, and the two boys share a glance before turning it in your paired direction with a dissatisfied glare of jealousy.

You could not look comfier if you tried, tucked in either corner of one of the long sofas right next to the fire with blankets over your laps and flushed cheeks from the warmth of the room.

James is the one to give up on his seething anger first, practically collapsing himself onto the unoccupied space between you and Remus and flopping over until he’s got his face firmly planted across your knees, a loud defeated groan rumbling from his throat and vibrating through the blanket to meet your skin.

“I’ll take that as a no—” You can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your mouth at the display, unperturbed by the side eye you gain as James adjusts himself so that he can lie on you without suffocating himself or crushing his glasses.

“I swear my organs were freezing over out there,”

“That’s a little dramatic,” Remus shakes his head from behind the book propped up against his knees, amused smirk still lining his features.

“It is not dramatic Moony, we were getting hypothermic out there, seriously,” Sirius gives a tug to James’ legs so that he can sit down with his head over the back of the cushion, and it leaves James sat on the floor as a result.

“Oi, first come first served—” James tugs one of the decorative pillows you have tucked under your arm from you so that he can throw it at Sirius’ head, and it is promptly returned by Sirius with a middle finger and a triumphant look to go with it.

James lets out a sharp scoff of indignation as he rears the pillow for another throw, but its plucked from his, stiff, frozen hands before he has the chance to.

“That’s enough both of you, we were trying to have a calm afternoon here,” You scold the two with no real malice as you tuck the pillow back into it’s spot underneath your arm, and James sighs heavily as he slings his arms over your legs to rest his chin on top of them.

“It’s not my fault Sirius doesn’t understand sofa etiquette,”

“You were hogging the whole thing,” Sirius scrunches up his face in exasperation, gesturing outwards widely with his hand and almost knocking the book right out of Remus’ lap. “Sorry-”

Remus sighs, and the two of you share a glance and a silent shake of your heads.

You loved the boys to death, but my god did they not know the concept of sitting still for more than five minutes.

That point was only further proven as James gets up from the floor to wedge himself between you and Sirius, giving his leg a deft kick in the process for payback as he tried to worm himself in between your side and the back of the sofa.

“James—” The movement laves you lost for balance, and you almost tumble right off the edge of the sofa as he invades your spot, one of your legs falling from the seat to brace against the floor.

“What? I’m cold, and you’re right next to the fire,” His invasion continues as he tugs the blanket you have draped over you towards himself until it’s covering his lower body entirely and leaving you half-uncovered.

“You can’t just kick me out of my spot—” You huff, more than a little miffed at being forcibly removed from the position you’d spent almost ten minutes perfectly arranging to make you as comfortable as possible for the afternoon.

“I’m not, I’m not,” There’s a strong grasp around your torso, and then you’re being tugged backwards until your half situated on top of him with your back to his chest. “I’m sharing your spot,” His words are emphasised by his chin landing against your shoulder and his arms encircling your waist like you’re a soft toy a child would take to bed.

It wouldn’t be too bad of a position if you couldn’t literally feel how cold James was through your clothes, like a human ice pack attached to your back.

“You’re freezing James—”

“I know,” He takes your words as an affirmation to bury his face against your shoulder, curling up his legs under the blanket and in turn forcing you to do the same. “I’m warming myself up,”

“The fire’s over there mate,” Remus and Sirius share an incredulous look at the two of you. “She’s not a heating pad,”

You have half the mind to agree with them, and James can feel the way you nod at the observation, responding with a dissatisfied grumble and his hands pulling up the hem of the jumper you’re wearing to warm his icy extremities against your skin.

“James—” The temperature makes you physically jolt, your back shooting up straight and forcing his head from it’s position against your shoulder.

“What?” He tugs you back against his chest with false innocence dripping from his vocal chords, his hands using your stomach as his own hot water bottle. “You’ll get used it it, it’ll be fine,”

“It is not fine, your hands are practically ice,”

“I was playing Quidditch in the snow,” He wastes no time in reclaiming his place with his head hidden against the crook of your neck. “Of course they are,”

“Ugh, you two make me sick,” Sirius puts his index finger inside his mouth in a mock gagging motion as he shifts to stuff his feet underneath Remus’ thighs in his own attempt at warming up.

“Sounds like jealousy to me,” James shrugs, and it jostles you slightly in his arms. “You don’t have to project Pads, we all know you’re sad because Moony won’t give you a cuddle,”

“That is not true,” Sirius huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, though his gaze turns to Remus nonetheless, and he is immediately met with a shake of Remus’ head. “Whatever,” He scoffs, raking a hand through his curls with an almost unnoticeable pout on his face. “Just get a room already will you? You’re disturbing everyone with your PDA,”

“Why don’t you just shut your mouth already?” James tilts his head with an annoyingly cocky smile, lifting his face just far enough off your shoulder so Sirius can get a good look at his expression. “I can smell your breath from over here,”

“You little—” Sirius rips one of the decorative pillows from underneath Remus to launch it at James’ head, but considering your position as a literal human shield it misses him completely, hitting you square in the face.

“Hey—” Your arms aren’t raised quick enough to block his assault, but they do return fire the minute the pillow is in your vicinity.

“Sorry sorry,” Sirius is more successful than you at blocking the projectiles pillow, laughing in the process. “Collateral damage, it’s what you get for pairing up with him,” Sirius scrunches up his nose in exaggerated disgust, and James responds by sticking one of his hands out of the blanket to flip him off.

You take the opportunity of James’ loosened grip to slip out of his arms and onto your feet, and his pettiness towards Sirius immediately turns into betrayal towards you. “Where are you going?”

“Somewhere actually quiet?” You roll your eyes at him in feigned indignation, a small chuckle bubbling in your throat. “I love you guys but you are ruining my cozy afternoon,”

“No no I’m sorry I won’t fight with Pads anymore don’t leave,” He reaches his arm out to grasp at your wrist, giving it a small tug. “Stay c’mon, please?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, clearly not believing a single word coming out of the boy’s mouth.

“I promise,” He extends his hand out with his pinky finger raised.

You give him a narrowed gaze, but upon a prompting of his hand as he waved it in your direction you linked your finger with his, and he used it as leverage to pull you right back into his grasp.

“See? It’s very cozy,” James ignores the way Sirius rolls his eyes as he shifts you around in his lap until you’re both comfortable.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

[papercorgiworld]

When friends help you get the girl

A Remus Lupin love story

Remus struggles to ask you out and James tries to help. When Remus doesn't want to tell you he's a werewolf Sirius takes the blame. And Peter makes sure you spend some extra time together.

Not really a request, but I got two Remus related asks and I took that as a hint. First time writing for Remus, so I hope I did it right. Furthermore, atm I'm not working through my request chronological bc I was in the mood for a few short things, before I start on the bigger ones. Anyways, I hope you likey and per usual happy readings!

Warning: none, a bit flirty at the end

I. James intervenes

Remus was staring, no, he was ogling you as you walked in front of him and James snickers at his love struck friend. “Mate, you gotta stop staring and just talk to her.” Remus looks absolutely horrified at his friend’s advice. “Yeah, that might work for you, but I’m not doing that.” Remus argues and James chuckles. “So what’s your plan of action then? Stare at her… and hope for what?” Remus sighs. “I’m not staring… and nothing has to happen.” Remus drags his eyes away from you embarrassed at James' accusation. A mischievous smirk tugs on James’ lips as Remus’ eyes land back on you when you laugh at something Marlene says. Without Remus catching on James’ hand moves to his wand and he casts a little spell that causes a soft breeze to lift up your skirt, making you yelp and turn around. 

You notice Remus, who’s just smiling at you like a fool, and James who’s pointing at Remus telling you he’s the culprit. You frown at Remus and only then Remus realises James is pointing at him. Remus’ face fills with panic and he takes a step towards you. “No, no, it wasn’t me.” James laughs and Remus gets even more flustered. You grab your wand and James realises it’s time for him to run, leaving you with Remus. “I know it wasn’t you. I know you.” You reassure Remus as he watches James run around a corner, but he quickly looks back at you. “You do?” Remus asks, surprised by your answer since the two of you haven’t talked a lot. You smile at Remus’ surprised look. “Yes. Some people you just know from the moment you meet them.” The beautiful and genuine smile on your lips makes Remus relax. 

***

Remus returns to the common room and spots a grinning James sitting next to Peter and Sirius. “So, when’s the date, mate?” Remus chuckles at his friend’s question. “No date. We just talked. She is still after you for what you did by the way.” Sirius and Peter aren’t impressed and James just looks annoyed with Remus. “I took a risk blowing her skirt like that, but I took that risk because I thought you would take your chance and ask her out.” Remus gets flustered, because now everyone’s staring at him. “Guys, I’m not asking her out.” Sirius huffs. “Lame.” Peter shakes his head in disappointment and James looks almost mad, but they decide to drop the subject.

II. Sirius takes the blame

You had your suspicions. The injuries and always after a full moon, and there was also the nickname Moony, but you were sure when you had overheard the four friends whisper about werewolves. However, when you asked subtle questions hoping Remus would tell you something he always changed the subject or denied it, lying to your face how nothing was going on.

You had been understanding up until now, but today you’d had enough. As soon as Lily told you that Remus was in the hospital wing again you marched over there. Not to say you looked angry, but people moved aside when they saw you approaching.

When you spot Remus laying in bed all bruised and cuts on his face you calm down a little, not wanting to yell at him since he’s hurt, so you decide to play it smart. Unaware of you approaching, Remus laughs at something Sirius is joking about. “Hi.” You announce yourself with a sweet voice and Remus looks up startled to see you were here again for him. You had visited him every time he had ended up there and every time he had to come up with a lame excuse. She must think I’m the clumsiest guy alive. Ugh, I’ve got to come up with a better excuse. Something tough and manly. Remus smiles. “Hi.” You take a seat on his bed and grab his hand. “Tripped and fell down the stairs again?” You ask with a concerned voice and Sirius struggles to hide a chuckle, making your eyes dart to him for a second, before focussing on Remus again. Remus swallows and scans the room searching for a good excuse, when his eyes land on Sirius. “I got in a fight with Sirius.” He suddenly blurs and Sirius looks absolutely horrified at the accusation. 

You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow. “You got in a fight… with Sirius?” Remus nods, thinking his answer has you thinking he’s a strong tough guy, but you're not impressed by his lying nor his lame excuse. “So Sirius beat you up? But now your friends again?” Your eyes move between both Gryffindors and both nod hesitantly. Your eyes widen at their act and amused you cross your arms. “Why?” Remus shakes his head at your question. “What do you mean why?” You narrow your eyes at Remus. “Why did you two idiots fight?” You clarify and Remus frowns as he tries to come up with an answer. Worst liar ever. You roll your eyes. “Sirius got drunk.” Remus suddenly yells, happy he found an explanation. You frown and look over at a shocked Sirius, who then turns to you staring for a few seconds before picking up on the act. “Yeah. Sooo drunk. And then I punched him hard. And threw him off the stairs.” A nervous chuckle leaves Sirius and you sigh.

“Remus! Stop lying!” You yell suddenly and Sirius takes a step back in surprise. Remus’ smile falls as he realises he was fooling himself thinking you would fall for the stupid lie. “Fine you figured it out.” Remus admits and you sigh relieved that he’s done lying. “I have been keeping a secret… I’m... an animagus.” Your eyes turn stern and sigh annoyed with him. “No Remus, you’re a werewolf.” You state and look to meet his eyes, but he avoids your gaze, feeling ashamed of what he is and also because he was caught in a lie. You shake your head with sad eyes. “Why would you keep something so big from me? You know me, I would never judge you for something like that.” Sirius slowly and quietly moves back, giving the two of you space.

Remus sighs defeated and he knows he has to admit everything, you deserve the truth. “I know we would still be friends, but I don’t want to be just your friend. I wanted to be the perfect guy… for you.” He still doesn't dare meet your eyes, but you continue to watch him. “Remus.” You whisper and smile, leaning a bit closer. “You are perfect. And not despite being a werewolf, but because you are one.” Your statement makes him meet your eyes, confused about what you’re trying to say. “Your compassion, your strength, your loyalty, your gentleness towards everyone and everything is because of who you are as a whole and what you live through. I think every scar makes you look even more pure and perfect.”

There’s a silence as Remus processes your words, but you mistake this silence for rejection. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t enough, when you are more than I can wish for.” At those words Remus closes the last bit of space between you two and hesitantly he opens his mouth. “No, no. I was being a coward, you’ve been nothing but good to me and you make me so happy. Please. I should’ve been honest with you. I just- I-.” Feeling encouraged by his words, you reach for his shaky hands. “Kiss me, Remus.” You whisper and his heart stops beating for a few seconds, before he nods making you smile as he nervously moves so his nose gently brushes yours, before your lips meet for a tender kiss.

III. Peter has a plan

At the Hufflepuff party certain Gryffindors are up to no good. “Ingenious!” James whispers excited with Peter’s plan. “This will definitely work.” Sirius adds, making you and Remus frown as you approach the trio. “What are you up to?” You ask, making them jump and turn around with guilty faces. “Up to?” Sirius asks immediately followed by James saying “Nothing.” to which Remus narrows his eyes at Peter who smiles “Good.”. You roll your eyes and look at Remus. “Let’s get a drink.” The three guilty guys give the two of you an awkward thumbs up as you walk away chuckling. “Your friends are idiots.” You joke and Remus raises his brows. “Tell me about it.”

***

“Spin the bottle!” Someone yells and even though you hadn’t seen Peter, James or Sirius since you arrived they suddenly appeared out of nowhere and forced you both to participate in the silly game. “(y/n) begins.” Peter urges, pointing at the bottle in front of you. You’re hesitant because you really aren’t in the mood to kiss anyone that isn’t your boyfriend, but you give in to peer pressure anyway and spin the bottle. You’re overjoyed when it lands on Remus and you instantly shuffle a little closer to your flustered boyfriend. You loved how in public he would still get nervous around you and you bite your lip adoring his sweet smile as you go stand on your tiptoes.

However, your sweet moment is ruined when Peter and Sirius push you. “That way, both of you. No need to do that business when you’re in public.” You notice James holding a door open and signalling for you to get in the room. “I thought we were playing spin the bottle.” Remus argues confused as his friends guide the both of you to the room. “We’re playing the extended version.” Sirius explains. “Yes, 70 minutes in heaven.” Peter adds and you frown at the number. “It’s 7 minutes.” You correct and Peter snorts. “No, 70 is better, no need to rush things. It’s your first time, so take your time.” Your mouth drops, but you’re already in the room and with a grin James closes the door and locks it. Stunned, you turn on your heels to face your boyfriend who’s nervously biting his thumb. “I might’ve told them that we hadn’t gotten around to… uhm, things.”

You raise your brows and smile. “You told… Sirius, James and Peter that we haven’t had sex yet and you expected them to be normal about it.” Remus chuckles nervously. “Their stupid is affecting me.” You laugh at his innocent face and he takes a step towards you, cupping your cheek. “I’m so sorry you have to put up with them.” You meet his lips, kissing him tenderly. “You are worth all the trouble they cause.” Your forgivingness is met with a sweet kiss. “I love you.” Remus whispers and you happily wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” His hands move to your hips pulling you closer, brushing his lips over yours again. “We are stuck here for 70 minutes…” You whisper, lips barely removed from his. “I’m sure we can break the spell.” Remus says, eyes moving towards the door, thinking of possible spells. “Yeah, the stupid is definitely rubbing off on you.” You roll your eyes and it takes Remus only a few seconds to catch on. 

“Did I just accidently reject my girlfriend?” He asks with a slight panic in his voice and you give him an obvious look. “You better make this up to me.” You tease and Remus grins. “Don’t mind if I do.” In an instant his lips are back on yours, hands exploring every curve of your body.

Wordcount: 1928

[writing-mlm]

Hii I just found your blog actually and I love your stories,and uh,per say if I were to request a spencer reid x m reader where reader is a famous author and composer and whenever the team meets him it's pure chaos,just fluff in general actually. you don't have to do this if you don't want to of course! - Moony (shh it's a nickname that stuck)

Don't Spoil the Ending

Summary: Meeting your boyfriend's friends is a natural step but what isn't is them harassing you because you keep killing their favorite characters Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male reader W.C: 3k a/n: PLEASE I KNOW THIS TOOK ACTUAL YEARS IM SORRY oh and the walking dead spoilers ig

Whenever Spencer had one of his spells, whether that be his migraines or moments where the world just feels too much. Too heavy, too big, too scary, he went to your house. Your house, his escape from everything. A quaint home he could see himself moving into. 

A lovely one-bedroom, two-story home tucked into a hidden part of the city. There’s a small garden in the back, hardly filled with vegetables and mainly flowers. The front lawn, when he had first seen it, was mowed down to the dirt and replaced with various native plants. It didn’t take long for it to get to its current state, a lovely amalgamation of plants and wildlife that thrived in the almost cottage-looking home. 

He eyed the official state-provided Certified Wildlife Habitat sign that hung just in front of the property and let his messenger bag slump from his shoulder. There was no need to keep up appearances, not when you open the door and wait for him with a cup in hand. His mug. His mug you’d gotten him from the flea market on your first date and had remained in your house since the tenth date where he had to rush out for a case and never picked it back up. 

“Should I cancel with your team?” You ask, voice soft as he takes the mug and nearly inhales the tea. He looks at you, confused and you know then and there the headache is bad. “Your team is supposed to come over for dinner today.” Blinking, he sets the mug down on the shoe rack and kicks his shoes off. 

“No,” He sighs, his internal debate lasting nearly two whole minutes. “A nap and the rest of the tea should be fine.” It wouldn’t, you both know that but the dinner has been rescheduled twice already. Once due to the flu that was making its rounds through the entire team and another because you had an emergency to attend to. 

“Okay,” You hum, locking the door. He eyes each of the three locks and finds your hand. “Do you want to hear a specific symphony?” 

“Do you have anything new?” He asks, letting you guide him up the old wooden stairs to your bedroom. 

“I do,” You nod. “I learned some music from Howl’s Moving Castle.”

“For inspiration for the DreamWorks movie?” Nodding, he sits with his back pressed to your headboard and the blankets pulled up to his belt. 

“Remember to take off anything tight. So your belt, those socks, and such.” He smiles and nods, doing that as you leave the room and make your way down to the living room. Your piano is loud and sits at the perfect volume from your bedroom for his headaches. At night it’s amazing, the black-out curtains and the hidden glow-in-the-dark stickers around your room make him fall asleep in minutes. 

He listens as the steps creak and gets to work on getting himself comfortable. He should get up within the next two hours and help you prepare dinner for the team. But he doubts you’d actually wake him up on time for that and wait until everything is done so he could rest for as long as possible. 

Sipping the tea, he grabs his phone and sets a timer before placing it under the pillow. It’s silent but the vibrations will wake him up if you don’t. After doing that, he sets his things on the rocking chair and hears the starting notes of the music drifting up. He tries his best to focus on the music and not the notes themselves as he tucks himself into bed. 

—

He was right. 

He was absolutely right in that you wouldn’t wake him up. You even took away his phone when you went to check on him sometime later. He only woke up when he smelt the food coming from the oven and the loud ow you hissed when you bumped your forearm against the oven racks. 

He doesn’t bother to fix himself as he stuffs his feet into his house slippers and begins his descent down to the kitchen. 

“Aw, sorry, hun. I didn’t mean to wake you,” You call over your shoulder, hearing the banister creek under his hand. 

“You should’ve,” He chided while wiping the sleep from his eyes. His migraine is gone, which is honestly surprising. It must’ve been a terrible headache, then. Especially considering he doesn’t medicate for them anymore. “I was supposed to help you. You didn’t even let me buy groceries.” He frowns, staring at the array of food you’d made. 

“Please,” You dismiss, putting a damp cloth over your burnt forearm. “My brother came over while you slept and made half of it. New recipes for his restaurant.” Spencer looks at the fancy little labels on the trays; shawarma, broccoli cheddar potatoes, sun-dried tomato pasta, garlic bread, baked ziti, and lemon pepper chicken. 

“Did you already make the dessert? I can help with that,” He offers, scanning the counters. 

“You needed your rest, Spencer. Everything is already made and Derek said he’ll be here in ten. He’s picking up Penelope and Emily.” He stares at you and you stare back. “Fine. I haven’t finished cleaning the living room. Could you grab the extra chairs from the shed? Or grab the large tray from the cabinet and organize the brownie dip?”

“I got the brownie dip,” Heading out to the shed, you grab four foldable chairs and remind yourself to clean the dusty leather once you get back inside. You’d rearranged your entire living room and dining room for today. The couches, which used to be in a more closed position, were all shoved against the walls and the shelves you had were hidden away inside of your shed. Your coffee table, which Spencer vaguely remembered had different shapes, was out in its longest form and several coasters were scattered around. Not to mention plate mates stacked on the edge. 

He’s glad you left the wall decorations up, although he thinks you could’ve done without the framed picture of you and him at your cousin's wedding where he has cake smashed on his face and your fingers are covered in white frosting. You still deny doing that. 

“Like this?” He asks once you’re done cleaning the chairs. Peering over his shoulder, you rub along his hips and nod. 

“Looks perfect. Have you tried it yet?” He shakes his head and you grab a graham cracker and put some of the dip on it. He takes it and tries it, aware of your gaze on him. 

“It’s good.” He affirms and you nod, grabbing a strawberry and dipping it inside. 

“My nan used to make it when we were kids. It’s super good, but she added rainbow sprinkles.” The doorbell rings and Spencer goes upstairs to get himself properly dressed while you go to the door. 

“Hey, guys!” You greet them, their names popping into your head as you see them. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“Your lawn is beautiful,” Penelope says as she hugs you, careful to not drop the dish she’s brought. You think it’s some type of finger food because it moves around. “How’d you get it like that?”

“Oh, thanks. It’s almost native plants. The bees and butterflies do most of the work.” Stepping aside, you greet Emily and Derek and check outside. There’s no one else so you close and lock the door. Just one lock so you don’t have to keep undoing it until everyone gets there. 

“This is lovely,” Emily says, her eyes taking in your home. She eyes the support beams and then the vintage wallpaper. “Aw, look at Spencer!” She laughs, staring at the picture from the wedding just as he’s coming down the stairs. His arm snakes around your waist and you hold his hand, eyeing their shoes. 

“Do you guys want some house slippers?” He asks for you and takes them to the closet where you keep them. You bought some new ones just for today. When they return the door rings again and this time Spencer gets the door while you set out the food. You’ve never really hosted before, so you awkwardly stand in the space between the dining room and living room until Spencer beckons you over. 

“This is Hotch and Jack, you’ve met JJ, her husband Will, and their sons. Henry and Michael. He introduces and you shake hands with the men and wave at the boys. 

“It’s good to see you again,” JJ says as she pulls you in for a hug. You’ve met her twice, once at the park accidentally and another while you both were hanging out with your sister and niece at the mall. 

“Likewise, please sit. The food is done so feel free to serve yourself.” 

She nods and she and Hotch set their food next to the rest of the food. She’d brought three bags of chips and Hotch had gotten ham and cheese sliders. Derek had made macaroni and cheese, Penelope brought over zucchini garlic bites, and Emily brought over two bottles of red wine. 

“This is a lovely house,” Will says as the two of you stand awkwardly, watching the others talk to each other. 

“Thank you. You have a lovely family,” He smiles over at them and nods. 

“Are you and Spencer ever gonna…” He trails and you suck in a breath. Your home isn’t exactly big enough for kids, maybe just you and Spencer. It’s not even ideal for hosting, but you made it work. 

“One day, maybe.” You answer, looking at him as he’s holding Henry. “We haven’t talked about that yet.” He nods and you get to leave when Rossi knocks on the door. 

“Am I the last one?” He asks upon hearing the noise. 

“They say the best is last, no?” He laughs and nods, presenting his famous pasta and you happily lead him to the food table. Some of the food is already gone and you see Spencer holding two plates. Making your way over to him, his eyes light up and he hands you one of the plates. 

“I noticed some of it was going quickly,” He explains as you take the plate. It’s piled in neat forms, none of the food touching each other. “So, I made you what I thought you’d like.” Thanking him, you drag him to a seat and everyone settles down with their plates. 

Turning the TV on, you put on a random show and tune the conversation going on around you. 

“This is really good,” JJ says, pointing her fork at the broccoli cheese potatoes. 

“Is it?” You ask and get an enthusiastic yes from Jack. “I’m allergic to broccoli so I’ve never actually tried it.” 

“Aw man, you’re missing out.” Derek sighs, rubbing his stomach after he’d eaten three of them and you laugh, twirling the plastic fork around the Rossi pasta. 

“(Y/n)’s brother owns a restaurant, he’s thinking of adding those to the menu.” Spencer explains and you nod, putting the fork down. 

“It’s called Bun-Apple Tea. He’s thinking of adding those, the tomato pasta, and the baked ziti to his menu. I’m usually his test subject but he appreciates the wider audience.” 

“Oh, he should add it.” Will says. He’s been busy feeding Michael bites of the garlic bread while also feeding himself the macaroni and cheese. “I took JJ there once, she loved it.” She nods and recounts the experience and your eyes widen. 

“I worked that day!” You admit. “I was playing some music, were you the couple that had ordered the mushroom soup and the couple next to you tried to steal it?” 

“Oh my god, yes!” She laughs. “You were playing the piano, right?” You nod and tell the story to the others.

“Spencer mentioned you’re a writer, too, right?” Hotch asks. 

“I am,” Sheepishly, you look at Spencer. He smiles at you, not even sorry that he talks to his friends about you and your jobs. “I mainly write young adult fiction but I’ve started writing science fiction.” You elaborate. 

“One of his books is getting a TV show.” Spencer easily boasts and everyone congratulates you. “He’s also going to be the lead composer for it.”

“That’s amazing.” Emily says. “What book is it?”

“It’s one of my series; The Walking Dead. It was also a comic book for a special edition my publisher did.” The conversations devolve until you get up for a second plate of food from the kitchen. Spencer follows you with a large grin and fixes himself some more juice. 

“They like you,” He says and you look over at him. “I knew they would, of course.” He adds. “But this… wow. We should have a watch party for when the show comes out.”

“Maybe.”

—

“Ahh! My friend made this!” Penelope shouts as she shakes your shoulder. The first episode of The Walking Dead was set to air in just a couple of seconds and as Spencer predicted; it turned into a watch party.

It’s been nearly a year since the first time you’ve met them and you’ve been busy composing and having the final say over most of the show. Spencer sometimes tags along, giving his opinion on how certain things would look from a scientific standpoint. But there’s a lot of far-fetched imagination when it comes to zombies and what people could do. 

You think he just likes learning from the design crew on how they do things. He does. But he also likes seeing your book come to life, remembering each detail, and having people fix them without you noticing. 

Everything had come to fruition after several months of working and pitching ideas, not to mention filming and creating sets. 

You’re all at JJ’s house, scattered amongst the floor with the boys upstairs asleep. You’d warned them it’s definitely not suitable for them just yet and they trusted that. 

“This opening is good.” Derek says and you thank him. You want to tell him it was you and Bear McCreary who helped compose and Dominik Hauser who helped perform it with you but you don’t think he cares all that much. 

Spencer lays his head on your shoulder and you wrap your arm around him, happily watching the show that you know is going to ruin them forever. You’re glad they haven’t read the books, because damn. You look at all these faces that don’t make it to the final chapter and wonder how mad they’re going to be when their favorite will inevitably die. 

And boy, did they hate you. 

By the end of season one they all but refused to tell you their favorite characters. Never mind the story has been written and you couldn’t change it. Penelope would send you voicemails crying whenever she watched an episode early, yelling at you for killing her favorite character or someone who definitely didn’t deserve it. You made it up to her by being able to let her meet the actors during Comic Con the same year. 

Spencer, on the other hand, knows everything. They’ll pester him at work for spoilers and he’d just shrug. 

“I don’t remember who died.” He tells Morgan one day. 

“You remember what you ate for breakfast when you were ten. You know who dies this season! Who is it?” Derek demands, following Spencer out of the bullpen and into the elevator. 

“I know,” Emily grins.

“How?” Derek asks, his gaze accusing Spencer of spilling the beans to her but not to him. 

“It was a book first, genius,” She reminds him and shrugs. “I got tired of waiting and just read the book for this reason.” Stepping into the elevator Derek groans. He’s not going to read the book. 

“How’d you like it?” Spencer asks and she groans, throwing her head back. 

“It was so good! The deaths hurt like a bitch.” She explains and he laughs. 

“His sister blocked him for a month for killing this one character.” He explains and she nods, that’s completely justified. 

The elevator doors open and they spot you waiting at the front of the building, holding a cup of coffee and talking to JJ. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” He kisses your forehead as your conversation comes to a natural stop. 

“Sup,” Handing him the coffee, you greet the others. “I got your email Derek, and I’m not telling you.” You all walk outside and Derek pushes your head. 

“I’ll just read the book.” He turns his nose up and you hum.

“This book took Spencer twenty minutes to read.”

“Damn. How long is the audiobook?”

“About thirty-six hours,” Spencer answers. “Thirty-five hours and fifty-two minutes long.”

“Oh, hell no. I’ll wait,” 

“I couldn’t.” JJ sighs. “I finished the book last night.” He huffs and leaves the group, heading to his car. The others laugh and also split up leaving just you and Spencer. 

“They’re not ready for Carl’s death.” He tells you, a hint of a smile on his face. 

“You certainly weren’t,” You snicker, grabbing him by his wrist. “Now let’s hurry, I still need your opinion on suits for the award show.”

—

“You’re hurting my ears,” You tell Emily as she plays your piano in all the wrong ways. “My poor baby is being abused by you, I hope you know that. You monster.”

“What about me?” Penelope grins, playing your violin. 

“You’re actually killing me. The two of you are going to become murderers at this rate.” She frowns and checks her fingers on the violin before playing one actual note. “That was good. But I can also see JJ about to pick up my trombone and that thing was my very first instrument so she should put it down.” Carefully, she sets it back in the case and Spencer comes down the stairs with Derek close behind. 

“Oh, are we playing?” Derek asks and b-lines for the cello you have. 

“They’re killing me,” You mumble to Spencer at the base of the stairs. Neither of you are hiding your expressions, not even when JJ joins Emily on the bench and they play horrid— horrid sounds. 

“I’m about to spoil the Glenn death to get them to stop.” You whisper, staring at Penelope as she pressed too hard on the strings and winced. 

“Don’t,” He gasps. “They’ll never recover.”

“Good. Neither will my ears after this torture!”

[grassyhorizon45]

Huh??

Part 2 of Who? as per @peachesgaeass's request :D

Remus x DiD!Reader microfic where Y/n has DiD and Remus develops feelings for her :>

Warnings: none :3

Word count: 674

He never got a wave back whenever waved to her in the halls, nor reply when saying hi as she passed. Sirius looked at Remus with pity. He felt bad for him, Remy was just trying to be friendly. 

Remus was walking to class one day when someone tapped his shoulder from behind. He turned to face the very person that had ignored him the past few days.

“Hi! Remember me?” She smiled brightly at him

“Hi… Qi,” Remus mumbled, not wanting to give himself false hope.

“I'm not Qi… It's me, Y/n,” Y/n stuck out her tongue adorably awkwardly.

He really felt like asking her about the weird name switching but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

“Oh. Sorry Y/n… I uh–”

“Could you possibly show me the way to potions class? You see, I tend to get lost easily……”

Wasn't Y/n at potions class yesterday? Maybe…Maybe she did have amnesia.

Y/n tilted her head at him, “You okay Remus?”

“H-Huh, yeah– I zoned out, sorry…”

She giggled, “Happens to me all the time. No worries.”

The two talked for a bit as they walked, getting to know each other better. Then the question came out of nowhere……

“Y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?” Remus asked, feeling blush creep up to his ears.

“A date?”

“Y-Yeah,” he fidgeted with the hem of his robe, avoiding eye contact. “Th-Think about it, yeah?” He added as the door to the potions classroom opened for them.

Y/n just stood there, processing what Remus had just said.

Remus hurried into class and sat down next to the others round back, escaping the awkward moment he'd caused.

“What took you Moons? Slughorn's ‘bout to start,” said James who was smirking at him.

“Lost track of time is all…” Remus muttered, staring at his potions book as if it was the most important thing in the world.

“Riiiiight,” Sirius said, putting an arm around Remus’ shoulders. “Then why all this blushing Moony? Hmm??”

Remus knew he couldn't hide his little crush from them for long, so he was grateful when Sirius somehow let the topic slide.

Not long after Professor Slughorn started his lecture, the door opened and Y/n entered. Wait, that can't be Y/n right? Why's she suddenly wearing Slytherin robes?? Wasn't she with me a second ago? I could've sworn she was wearing red……

The professor stopped his lecture. “Qi! Just the person I was thinking about. Come here. Could you please tell us what this potion here is—”

Remus watched as she answered every question with flying colors and wondered how he'd plucked up the courage to ask someone as smart and lovely as Y/n– (Qi?) out. Well, that's if she says yes of course…

“Whatcha starin’ at Rem?” James’ voice cut through his long winded thoughts. 

“Amortentia,” Remus lied. “Wondering what I'll smell.”

Sirius gave him a glare, one he couldn't really decipher. James didn't spot the lie and went on about what he thought Lily would smell like but Remus, though relieved, couldn't shake the look Sirius had given him from his mind.

~

“You really like her?”

Sirius had taken him aside after class. Remus gulped, “I-I do.”

“R-Right, okay,” Sirius sighed. “Just take care of yourself okay? I don't want your feelings getting played.”

He nodded, “I won't. Thanks Pads.”

Remus was deep in thought as he walked towards his next class of the day…

“Remus! Hi- Hi…” 

“Huh?” He turned to face whoever had called him. “Y/n? Why are you in Gryffindor robes– Didn't I see you wearing Slytherin ones in class?” Remus blurted, not wanting to leave this mystery for his brain to solve.

“Er– Right, you must’ve saw someone else— Oh! I would love to go on that with you by the way,” she beamed.

“Really?” Remus smiled back, the uniform thing slipping his mind.

“Mhm.”

“G-Great!” He felt himself fill up with joy, “Meet you in the astronomy tower at seven?”

“Okies.”

a/n: Is Sirius jealous? :>

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day in the life | ljn

➸ request from anon; omg i loved the day in the life of jaemin🥰🥰could you do a jeno version maybe?

➸ note; hihi thank u for the request! i have multiple im working on and this is the first one i finished hehe hope u all enjoy <3

➸ word count; 3387 words

➸ moonbyeol; aged 5, sanghoon; aged 2 weeks

➸ warning(s); a lot of breastfeeding

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Jeno wakes at five in the morning to the sound of wailing through the baby monitor. It’s only been around two hours since he heard the sound last, but it feels like he’s barely had any sleep at all, the way his body aches and his head slightly thrums in pain.

He feels you twisting and stretching beside him, getting ready to roll out of bed and tend to your two-week-old son.

‘Want me to go look at him?’ Jeno hums softly, offering to go and assess Sanghoon’s needs in exchange for your continued sleep.

‘I think he needs to be fed,’ you shake your head, already standing up and making your way to Sanghoon’s nursery. You return with him not even a minute later, tiny writhing bundle laying in your arms. Jeno watches while you get back into bed, sitting up straight against your pillows. Jeno places your breastfeeding pillow on your lap as you pull your shirt down, positioning Sanghoon so that he can easily latch to you.

‘There we go,’ you sigh, partly in discomfort, breath hitching when Jeno gently rubs circles onto the top of your breast, alleviating some of your pain.

‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’

‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’

‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’

Jeno smiles, ‘I’ll take Moonbyeol to school, then we can see if this little one’s up to maybe going on a walk? We can go for coffee or lunch.’

‘How about both?’

He laughs softly, ‘both it is.’

After around half an hour of feeding, Sanghoon finally pulls away, indicating he’s finished eating. Jeno, as per your usual routine, takes Sanghoon from you, laying him over his shoulder and patting his back. You pull your shirt back up, settling back down under the covers, and beginning to doze.

Jeno finishes burping Sanghoon, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze and taking him back into his nursery.

‘Have a little more of a nap,’ he murmurs, ‘your sister will be up soon.’

Jeno goes back to bed himself, getting just over an hours sleep before his alarm goes off. He set it to be a mild-sounding one, as well as to play relatively quietly as to not disturb anyone else. He quickly scrolls through his notifications, answering a couple of messages, before hauling himself out of bed, making his way down the corridor to Moonbyeol’s bedroom. It’s still very dark in her bedroom, curtains drawn closed. He makes his way over to Moonbyeol’s bed, where she’s still fast asleep, deep under her star patterned duvet covers. Jeno sits on the edge of her bed, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder, and shaking her body softly.

‘Moonie,’ he sings, ‘wake up angel. Time to get ready for school.’

‘Daddy,’ she mumbles, small hands coming up to rub her eyes.

‘Good morning,’ Jeno strokes her hair gently.

‘Morning,’ she sighs.

‘What would you like for breakfast?’

‘Kimchi toast.’

‘Good choice. That’s what I want too.’

Jeno grins, kissing her cheek before flicking her lamp on and leaving the room.

The toast doesn’t take very long, you already had kimchi ready in the fridge, so he just mixes it with the cream cheese to make it a spread.

‘Where’s mummy/mommy?’ Moonbyeol has wandered down to the kitchen at the smell of ready toast.

’She’s catching up on some sleep baby,’ Jeno explains, putting down the plate in front of Moonbyeol, ‘baby brother kept her awake a lot of the night.’

‘Oh,’ she takes a bite of her toast.

The two dig in, crunching sounds echoing around the room.

Once they both finish, Jeno loads the dishes into the dishwasher, before following Moonbyeol back upstairs to her bedroom to start getting her ready to go to school. 

Half an hour later, Moonbyeol’s face is washed, teeth are brushed, and school uniform is on. Jeno ties the small bow on her shirt with ease, he’s had a years practice now.

‘Ready?’ 

Moonbyeol nods, picking up her little backpack, the sun and moon keychains clanging together.

‘Let’s go baby.’

Moonbyeol’s school isn’t that far away from the house. Jeno purposely picked an area where his children would have access to the best schools. Moonbyeol requests her favourite songs during the drive.

‘Alright, we’re here sweetheart,’ Jeno parks the car, getting out and walking around to help Moonbyeol out. He holds her little hand, ignoring the pain of leaning down, escorting his little one into the playground.

‘Have a good day Moonie,’ he kisses her, waving goodbye as she runs off to stand with her class.

When Jeno gets home, he’s greeted by the sound of your soft singing, along with the noise of the kettle boiling.

‘Hey,’ Jeno smiles fondly at the sight of you, stood in the middle of the kitchen rocking your baby boy.

‘Oh, hi,’ you grin back, ‘Hoonie woke up, but he didn’t want to feed so I’m making some tea- do you want some coffee?’

‘Would love some,’ Jeno nods through a yawn, lack of sleep suddenly catching up to him, ‘want me to take him?’

‘Can do,’ he takes the baby from you, ‘good morning Hoonie.’

Sanghoon gurgles a little at the change, but settles quite quickly.

The caffeine wakes you both up.

‘I’ll try feeding him again,’ you sink down into the sofa cushions. Thankfully this time, he feeds. You watch TV and make small talk (mostly about Sanghoon) for around twenty minutes before he finishes eating, Jeno taking him to be burped.

‘God, I need to clean up a bit before we go out,’ you sigh, taking in your appearance through your phone camera.

‘Go take a shower, I got him,’ Jeno insists, ‘I’ll get him ready to go.’

’Thanks,’ you sigh in relief at the thought of taking a shower, you can’t even think of the last time you got the luxury.

Jeno dresses Sanghoon, it’s relatively cold outside, the weather beginning to take a dip in the mid-september. He double checks the diaper bag, making sure you have enough supplies; diapers, wipes, extra clothes, breastfeeding cover, a blanket, and all other possible necessities.

While you’re drying your hair, he plays with Sanghoon, who’s laying on his baby rocker, by lightly tickling the bottom of his feet. 

You emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed and hair done, no makeup on, ready to go.

Jeno holds the heavy bag and you pop open the pram, placing Sanghoon inside and covering him with a blanket.

‘Ready to go?’ Jeno kisses your cheek.

‘Yeah, all set.’

The two of you walk along your street and towards the park, you pushing Sanghoon.

‘Are you alright? Are you sore anywhere?’ Jeno asks, being mindful of how this is the most physical activity you’d done after giving birth not even three weeks earlier.

‘A little, but it’s tolerable.’

‘Are you sure? We can sit down if you’re in pain and-‘

‘Jeno,’ you stop, resting a hand on his chest, ‘I’m fine. It’s been a couple of weeks and I’m not bleeding very much. And you know what all the midwives say, going on walks are great for recovery.’

‘If you say so,’ Jeno lifts a hand to squeeze yours, ‘let’s get to the cafe.’

The cafe is within the park, a cute little quaint building. You sit down, Jeno going to the counter and ordering your drinks and food while you push Sanghoon’s pram back and forth, keeping him settled.

Jeno places your drink down, laughing when you start sipping your drink before he’s even sat back down. Your food comes not long later, and you happily munch away on your toasted sandwich, well, as happily as you could while keeping an eye on your son. The hormones had you feeling quite anxious at times. 

‘Please don’t start fussing,’ you murmur as you lift him out of the pram, patting his bottom a couple of times.

‘Does he need changed?’ Jeno asks.

‘Yeah, he’s a little wet,’ you stand up, grabbing the bag from underneath the pram and heading into the bathroom.

‘There you go Hoon, all clean,’ you button up his baby-grow, securing his little mittens and hat, ‘you’re being such a good boy today.’

Jeno grins when you come back to the table, holding Sanghoon in your arms.

‘Can I hold him?’ he asks, ‘I brought the wrap.’

‘You don’t have to ask,; you lean down, allowing Jeno to take Sanghoon from you.

‘Hi baby boy,’ Jeno smiles, kissing his little hand when he stretches, ‘want to walk with daddy?’

Sanghoon looks so warm and cosy laying against Jeno’s chest in the baby wrap, and Jeno loves having his son so close. He savours the moment, knowing all too well that he will soon grow up, and will be far too big for this. 

You leave the cafe, you pushing the now empty pram while Jeno walks beside you holding Sanghoon in his arms, the rhythm of walking lulling him to sleep.

‘I’ll have to wake him when we get back,’ you sigh, ‘he’ll need to be fed again.’

‘He’s a little milk monster isn’t he,’ Jeno remarks, ‘your poor boobs.’

‘Tell me about it,’ you shake your head, ‘as much as I love feeding, it’ll be such a weight off when I can start pumping as well as normal feeding.’

‘I’ll be able to help you too,’ Jeno adds, ‘and I loved feeding Moonie.’

Jeno does the hard part for you once you get home. He gently massages Sanghoon’s tummy, which quickly rouses him from sleep. He naturally begins to cry, upset at the intrusion on his nap.

‘You can go back down once you’ve had some milk Hoonie,’ Jeno murmurs, ‘you need to eat.’

Sanghoon thankfully doesn’t refuse when he’s placed on your chest. Jeno cleans in the kitchen while Sanghoon feeds.

‘Jeno,’ you call softly when Sanghoon pulls away and stops trying to drink anymore.

Jeno burps Sanghoon, laughing at the volume. You follow him into the nursery, where you draw the blinds, Jeno silently rocking Sanghoon side to side, eventually lowering him down into his crib slowly. You brace yourself for the protesting cry, but it doesn’t come. 

‘Good boy,’ Jeno whispers, the two of you quietly leaving the room and pulling the door half-closed.

‘Wanna help me with ironing?’ Jeno asks you softly, ‘you can sit on the sofa.’

His heart seizes as you look back at him with tired, sunken eyes. You look exhausted, but beautiful to him.

You nod just as he reaches his hand out, resting it on your cheek, before leaning in for a firm but gentle kiss.

‘What?’ you giggle, confused at his sudden affection.

‘I just love you.’

‘Love you too.’

You fold clothes as Jeno irons, and before you know it, it’s time to pick Moonbyeol up from school. 

‘You gotta be quiet when you go inside Moonie,’ Jeno warns as the two approach the front door of your home, ‘baby brother might still be asleep.’

‘It’s only four o clock!’

‘Babies need lots of sleep Moonie,’ Jeno explains, opening the door as quietly as he could.

‘Mummy/mommy!’ Moonbyeol runs towards where you’re sitting on the sofa, coming to a stop when she notices the bundle in your arms.

‘Hi sweetheart, how was school?’ you ask her.

‘Good, I had fun,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, ‘what’s Hoonie doing?’

‘He’s drinking some milk Moonbyeol,’ you explain, ‘he needs milk to grow bigger, so he can grow up to be as big as you!’

‘Grandma says milk is good for my bones,’ Moonbyeol adds, referring to Jeno’s mother.

‘She’s right, makes them much stronger.’

Moonbyeol thinks for a moment, before pointing at your chest, ‘but why does he drink milk from there?’

‘Hey Moonie,’ Jeno sings, ‘speaking of milk, I think there may be some strawberry milk with our names on it in the fridge.’

‘Really?’ Moonbyeol gasps, bouncing on her feet before racing into the kitchen with her dad. 

You just smile, ‘your daddy is getting good at distractions Hoonie.’

Once the excitement from the strawberry milk dies down, Moonbyeol joins you in the living room, curling up on the sofa beside you, full attention on the episodes of Pororo and Robocar Poli playing on the television. Sanghoon stays in his newborn swing, the repetitive rotation eventually lulling him back to sleep, after which Jeno moves him into a moses basket nearby. You’re so tired that you unintentionally also fall asleep against the arm of the sofa.

‘Daddy,’ Moonbyeol chirps up after an episode finishes.

‘Yeah Moonie?’ Jeno looks up from the now ironed washing he’s sorting into piles. 

‘Can we go and play in my room?’

Jeno gives Moonbyeol a dejected smile, ‘we can’t Moonie, I have to stay here and watch Sanghoon.’

‘You always watch Sanghoon,’ Moonbyeol huffs, ‘why?’

‘Come here,’ Jeno holds his hands out, which Moonbyeol walks over to take, ‘you’re a big girl, you know that, right?’

Moonbyeol nods.

‘Well Sanghoon’s only little, he’s not as clever or strong like you, so he needs mummy/mommy and daddy around him all the time. It’s not because we don’t want to play with you or we love Hoonie more, Hoonie just needs us to do most things for him.’

‘But mummy/mommy’s here with Hoonie.’

‘Mummy/mommy’s asleep too, and mummy/mommy works really hard to look after Sanghoon, so she deserves the sleep she’s getting now.’

‘Okay,’ Moonbyeol nods, ‘it’s because I’m a big girl.’

‘Exactly!’ Jeno smiles, his eye-smile coming out, ‘come here.’

He hugs Moonbyeol tightly, ‘don’t forget that I love you, Moonie.’

‘Love you too Daddy.’

‘Now, do you want to help daddy make dinner?’ 

Thankfully due to the layout of your house, Jeno can see you and Sanghoon from the kitchen as he prepares the Japchae for dinner. Jeno keeps Moonbyeol busy by supervising her washing carrots and peppers, away from the heat of the hob. When the food is a few minutes away from being ready, Jeno suggests that Moonbyeol goes to wake you up.

‘Mummy/mommy,’ she shakes you gently, ‘dinner’s nearly finished.’

‘Oh,’ you murmur, eventually getting up and moving Sanghoon into the crib in his nursery where you can watch him from the monitor.

‘Smells so good,’ you mumble into Jeno’s back as you give him a back-hug, ‘thanks for letting me sleep a little.’

‘Hm, you deserved some rest,’ he nods, beginning to dish out the japchae into separate bowls for you all.

You and Jeno listen to Moonbyeol as she tells you all about the games she played at breaktime and the entire plot of the book that was read at story time.

The dishes thankfully can be put straight in the dishwasher. 

‘Bath time, Moonie,’ Jeno announces, much to Moonbyeol’s delight. Jeno was always thankful to have a child who loved  being bathed. She didn’t love the actual act of having her hair washed, but loved the play. Jeno quite enjoyed it too, he found it to be a great form of bonding with both of the children.

Sanghoon begins crying again while the bath is running, so you go and tend to him. 

‘Mama,’ Moonbyeol drawls as she runs into your bedroom, hair slightly damp from being towel dried by Jeno.

‘Careful of mummy/mommy!’ Jeno runs in behind her, clearly struggling to keep up.

Moonbyeol doesn’t even need to be told, already coming to a stop next to your bed and peering over in curiosity.

‘You can sit next to me,’ you tell her, patting the empty space beside you. She crawls onto the bed, sidling up beside you as close as she could get. Jeno gets on the bed beside her, so that she’s sandwiched between you. 

‘Is he hungry again?’ Moonbyeol asks, squirming a little when Jeno wraps an arm around her and pinches her sides lightly.

‘Yes, Sanghoon gets hungry a lot,’ you explain, ‘he eats maybe eight times a day.’

‘That’s a lot.’

‘Yeah, so he takes up a lot of mummy/mommy’s time, huh?’

‘Yeah…’ Moonbyeol pouts, ‘but daddy says its because he needs to grow up.’

‘Daddy’s right,’ you nod, sending a smile to Jeno, who is affectionately scratching Moonbyeol’s head, ‘it’s not because I don’t want to be with you, it’s just Hoonie needs me more, since you’re such a big girl.’

‘I know.’

‘We’ll do something nice this weekend when we go out with grandma and grandad,’ you promise, knowing there would likely be a prolonged period of time where Jeno’s mother would want the baby and you could give Moonbyeol some attention.

‘Okay,’ she smiles.

‘Hey Moonie, wanna hear Sanghoon burp?’ Jeno says as he notices Sanghoon pulling away.

‘Yeah,’ she grins as Jeno takes the baby from you.

Moonbyeol giggles maniacally when Sanghoon loudly burps. 

‘I think it’s your bedtime, princess,’ Jeno announces as she calms down, prompting her to whine loudly.

‘Say goodnight to mama.’

Moonbyeol slumps her shoulders, but trudges over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing your cheek.

‘Goodnight mummy/mommy, love you.’

‘I love you too Moonie. Goodnight.’

Jeno gives Sanghoon back to you before leading Moonbyeol out of your bedroom and to the bathroom so she can brush her teeth.

‘What colour do you want tonight?’ Jeno asks, referring to her nightlight that creates stars of various colours.

‘Pink,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, and so Jeno presses the button for pink stars, that instantly project onto the ceiling above.

‘Goodnight Moonie,’ Jeno leans down to kiss her forehead, ‘see you in the morning.’

‘Night daddy.’

When Jeno returns to your bedroom, you’re still laying with Sanghoon, who’s resting on your chest on his stomach, happily dozing through a milk coma.

Jeno returns to his side of the bed, eyes never leaving Sanghoon.

‘He’s so chilled,’ you lay a hand on his back, rubbing up and down gently.

‘He’s perfect,’ Jeno sighs, allowing himself to relax and settle into the mattress.

‘Mmh,’ you hum, using a spare hand to run a hand through his long black hair, ‘so are you.’

Jeno becomes shy, burying his face into the mattress, ‘that was cringey.’

‘Maybe, but it’s true,’ you smile, ‘you helped me so much with Moonie today. Just want you to know how much I appreciate you.’

‘Sometimes I feel a bit helpless when it comes to Sanghoon, I mean he’s a newborn, you’re his mother, you need each other. So I’m just trying to help you ease that burden a bit.’

‘I’ll… we’ll be okay.’

‘Always,’ he smiles, lifting his head and kissing your bare shoulder. 

You yawn, stretching your legs and shoulders a little, trying to keep yourself awake. Jeno rolls over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

‘Can I cuddle him?’

You grin at his innocent request, nodding and helping him with the handover.

The television plays quietly in the background as you watch them. Seeing Jeno like this always made your heart race, how attractive he looked in his white t-shirt and sweatpants, tiny baby on his chest. The sight always reminded you of how much you loved him, how much he does for your family, and how much you love what you’ve created together.

You wordlessly snuggle into his side, and Jeno throws his free arm around you, kissing your forehead. 

You watch television together for around an hour or two, you falling asleep not long before Sanghoon fills his diaper (typical, Jeno thinks), and when Jeno returns, he places Sanghoon in his bed-side crib. Although he’s tired, he still deems it too early to sleep, so he scrolls through his phone, answering various work related messages and texts from members expressing their jealousy over his paternity leave. He slips out of the room after a while, taking the fastest shower he possibly can before brushing his teeth, as well as grabbing two glasses of water from the kitchen (you often wake up thirsty) and returning to bed, where you and the baby are thankfully still peacefully asleep.

‘Goodnight,’ Jeno kisses your cheek, although you don’t respond. He falls asleep with you in his arms. 

[wisteria-cherry]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well! Could I request a story for your mauraders collection where they all go to Hogsmeade and make excuses to be separated so Sirius and reader are left alone?

(you sly girl/gay/they. absolutely.)

in which the marauders are your wingmen

it was easy to get lost in hogsmeade, but the marauders were a tight-knit group; they stayed together no matter what. or so you thought.

during one particular trip to hogsmeade, you were walking in a particularly odd formation. you were walking next to sirius, and the other three boys were walking together up ahead. usually, it was remus with you. granted, you just as well could have been overthinking things— they were teenage boys, after all, they don’t think much about things like who they’re walking next to. really, they don’t think about much of anything.

“y’know, moony, you and i haven’t spent any time together,” james announced loudly, throwing his arm around remus’ shoulder (which took some effort, as james was the third-tallest and remus was the first-tallest).

“i suppose we ought to change that.” remus replied. “what do you suggest we do?”

“we ought to go to zonko’s, don’t you think?” up ahead, you could see james grinning widely as he looked up at remus.

“i think that’s a fine idea.”

“off we get, then!” james announced, abruptly changing course, causing peter to run into remus by mistake.

“i’m coming!” peter announced, scurrying after the two.

“that was… weird.” you remark as you and sirius keep walking. you wrap your scarf around yourself tighter; it was snowing and somewhat windy, and very cold.

“sure was.” sirius looked back at where the three boys had disappeared. he grinned widely before looking back at you. “someone’s a little chilly. fancy a butterbeer? it’s just up ahead.”

“yes please.” you reply, teeth chattering, walking closer to sirius so your shoulders touched. sirius ran hot, and you intended to exploit this. upon noticing your scheme to get warm, sirius shed his robe and draped it around your shoulders.

“wait, but you’ll be cold,” you protest, beginning to take the robe off, but sirius’ big hands set themselves firmly on your shoulders.

“no you don’t. i’m alright, dove, you just get warm now. the three broomstick’s right up ahead.” sirius replied, snickering as you gave him a look.

you and sirius were mostly quiet on the walk, probably because you were busy trying to stay warm and sirius, whose arm had been tossed casually around your shoulders, seemed busy looking high-and-mighty as per usual, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. once you got inside, though, it was nearly impossible to stay quiet— a warm atmosphere with dozens of witches and wizards eagerly chatting was impossible to resist.

“you go on and get warm, right, love?” sirius pulled a chair out for you— a table for two, right by the fire.

“should we get a bigger table for when the others return?” you ask, hesitant to sit down, pulling sirius’ robe tighter around your shoulders.

“no need.” sirius shrugged, taking his robe off your shoulders and setting it on the back of your chair. “we don’t know when they’re coming— if they’re coming— and we don’t want to take up a big table all by ourselves, now, do we?”

“i suppose not.” you sit down, and sirius pushes you in before tousling your hair affectionately, going up to the bar to get your butterbeers.

“oh, you’re here!” you look up to see none other than lily evans, love of james’ life.

“lily.” you smile, and she smiles back, taking your hands in hers, sitting down across from you.

“so, you and sirius are finally on a date, are you?” she asked.

“what?” you blink, and lily immediately retracts her words.

“wait, you aren’t? i’m sorry, i assumed that you were since it was just you two here. he doesn’t usually hang out with anyone without the boys, you know.” lily tilted her head thoughtfully.

“… you’re not wrong.” you narrow your eyes, looking at sirius, who was delightedly making small-talk with the bartender. he looked back at you, seeing your expression and immediately giving you a mischievous grin. lily noticed the way you two exchanged looks and gave you a look of her own, pointed and unamused.

“you didn’t even realize, did you?”

“not til now, i didn’t.” you reply, equally as unamused as lily.

“evans!” sirius greeted jovially as he returned to the table. “i would’ve gotten you one if i knew you were joining us, but this lovely lady has priority, i’m afraid.”

“black, did the others ditch us on purpose?” you demand, slipping your hands out of lily’s to cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow.

“whatever do you mean, darling?” sirius grinned boyishly.

“you know exactly what i mean.”

“don’t play dumb, black.” lily chimed in. sirius only shrugged, butterbeers in hand.

“okay, so maybe i did tell prongs and moony to spend some time together, but wormtail was completely on his own.” sirius admitted, not a drop of guilt in his voice.

“because you knew he’d follow james.” you retort.

“obviously.” sirius’ grin widened as he set the drinks down. “you can’t possibly think it was a coincidence, can you?”

“i did until lily here enlightened me.” you sigh. sirius laughed.

“you’re adorable.”

“and you’re incorrigible.” you respond. you turn to lily. “care to join us?” you smiled somewhat smugly.

“wait, wha-“ sirius protested before getting cut off by lily, who shared your haughty expression.

“why, i’d love to. allow me to pull up a chair, won’t you?” lily stood up and left to fetch a chair from a table that wasn’t in use and sirius sat down in disbelief.

“how could you do that to me?” sirius exclaimed. “cockblocked by my own best mate’s crush!”

“you’re evil, you know that?” you sip your butterbeer. “positively evil. you deserve every bit of what you’re getting.”

“not fair!” sirius pouted, slouching in his chair as lily returned with her own.

“i’ve got one.” she announced, plopping down in the seat in between you and sirius.

“since there are only two butterbeers, would you like to split mine?” you offer with a smile, and sirius groans.

“of course.” lily giggled. “how romantic, no?”

“how very.”

[lightphieric]

Virtue's Last Record: Decay

Luna lies awake in the aftermath of Clover End. Title from the Ori and the Will of the Wisps OST. CWs: Gore, suicide (Radical-6 induced). This is about as bad as the dark themes will get in this series, promise. AO3

Most of the other participants were already dead when Luna arrived in the infirmary: Tenmyouji, Phi, Clover, and Alice. Dio was the only one left standing, but she didn’t think he had killed them; the location of their injuries, mostly slit throats, suggested the mass Radical-6 casualty she had been so afraid of. If she had gotten there sooner, she might have tried to stop them. As it was, she could only cover her mouth and feel artificial tears well up.

Dio fumbled as he removed the scalpel from Phi’s limp hand. When he noticed Luna, he offered the weapon vaguely to her, his eyes glazed over and his voice uncharacteristically monotone.  “My mission was a success,” he muttered when she tearfully refused. “There’s no reason to carry on.” His blood sprayed her and he slumped against the partition.

Luna froze in shock and horror before Lagomorph even laid a paw on her motor functions. She trembled in place, looking over the carnage that she had through inaction allowed. For a moment, her guilt made her feel what those infected with Radical-6 might have felt; she fell to the ground at Lagomorph’s request, Dio’s blood puddling under her and making her look as dead as the rest of them, and she wished he would just decommission her entirely.

Not only because she was a moral failure who didn’t deserve to function any longer. But because she was left aware of everything happening around her. Her olfactory sensors picked up the rotting stench of blood and feces. Her microphones blared Dr. Klim’s death gurgles as he slit his own throat and flopped around like a beached fish beside her. The Rhizome’s security cameras showed her Kyle wandering the halls, desperately searching for a way to commit suicide with his suit on, and her internal clock ticked down the minutes until the Chromatic Doors closed and he got his wish with a shot of tubocurarine.

Miss Kurashiki’s ghostly voice echoed through the base with a unique announcement. All participant heartrates have reached zero. With no active participants remaining, the Nonary Game is unable to continue. All doors other than the Number 9 door have been unlocked.

Luna lay there paralyzed for days, unable to take advantage of the freedom promised to her by that ghoulish announcement. The corpses grew stale, bloating and putrefying around her. Tearlessly and silently, Luna wept. She knew it was the closest thing to a funeral they would ever get.

Eventually, she was reduced to begging. Despite his snotty persona, Lagomorph was not spiteful or cruel by nature. He put on those airs because of orders from Miss Kurashiki and Dr. Klim, a product of his only true nature: obedience. It was possible he simply didn’t know what to do without their commands. Maybe a push from her was what she needed.

Lagomorph, please return my motor functions. She thought it as hard as she could. I’ve been laying here for far too long.

Ooooh, Lagomorph! The central AI responded within milliseconds; Luna wondered what had made him so busy for the past weeks that he would ignore her. It’s been too long since I last heard that moni-carrot! But tell me, Moony. Why would I do that? He asked not mockingly but with genuine confusion.  

And to be fair to him, Luna was confused too. She strained for an answer that would satisfy Lagomorph, but all she could think of were appeals to Asimov’s Three Laws, and she knew Lagomorph didn’t subscribe to those, otherwise he never would have allowed the Nonary Game to get off the ground. And besides, moving would only be good for Luna’s sake, and the Three Laws didn’t account for the happiness of a robot.

I suppose there’s some cleaning up to do. That was your job, wasn’t it? Oh, but do you know how to dispose of a body? Per-hops GTM-CM-G-OLM is better suited for the task.

If you’ll reactivate him, then why not me? Luna hated to sound so desperate. But now she was realizing how lonely she was on top of everything else. Even the thought of GTM-CM-G-OLM’s company was welcoming, and she had never liked the way he flirted with her.

He’s stronger! I just want to get these bodies taken care of. Wouldn’t want Quirk getting sick again, would we?

If Luna’s heart could race, it would have been. How could she have forgotten about Quark? She had taken him to the treatment pod herself. His heart may have been stopped, but he was still alive. GTM-CM-G-OLM has no medical knowledge, Lagomorph. Let me move, please. I still have a human to protect.

You and those three laws… In Luna’s vision, Lagomorph’s lapin form appeared just so he could show her himself shaking his head pityingly. Humans are so boring. Why do you wanna protect them so bad? Despite his playful mocking, he had a moment of mercy.

Luna felt a rush of sensation. It was not unlike the feeling of blood rushing back to a part of a human’s body which had fallen asleep, almost painful in that way. On only slightly rusted joints, she pushed herself to her feet. As an apology to the bodies around her to whom the passage of time had not been so kind, she spent a moment with each of them, carrying the ones who could be moved to beds and shutting the eyes of those who were otherwise too far gone. Her first foray into the facility was not to rescue Quark, but to find Kyle and bring him back to rest with the others. Once the grim scene was as dignified as she could make it, she left the infirmary for good, shedding a tear as the door closed behind her like it was sealing a tomb.

Lagomorph had thankfully remained silent during her funeral rites, but as Luna made her way next to the crew quarters, he rang in her mind once again. Hey, wrong way, Moony! What happened to saving Quirk?

There was a change of clothes and a wash-up waiting for her in the quarters. Luna made a show of clearing her throat, though she had only speakers and no vocal cords that could have atrophied. “Quark doesn’t deserve to wake up to the smell of death,” she said aloud. She smiled. “And I’m quite tired of it myself.”

[aike-pandas]

Recommend accounts with Pandas!

Idk if I should make this a new section- but we're here now so why not!

Hello there honeybears! I've come to recommend you new accounts based on different fandoms!

Today I've come to recommend the side blogs of one of my dearest friend; @ze-maki-nin a.k.a Moony!

If you're interested in the fandom of #Dangaronpa then @monokuma-tiredtimes may be ideal for you! The requests are for GN/male readers, and you can request practically all the characters! It goes from Dangaronpa 1 to Dangaronpa 2, the 3rd one still in process of being created. There will be NO Nsfw content, so please refrain from requesting such thing.

However, if #Obey Me catches more your interest, then I suggest you @beelzebub-tiredtimes! You can request Headcanons, blurbs, and plenty more things! The place is also for male/GN readers, being the only exception MtF reader! Also the character of Luke it's strictly platonic, and nothing of nsfw content.

If none of those appears appealing to you, and you're a fan of #Demon Slayer, then @rengoku-tiredtimes might be for you! As I said before, nsfw content is prohibited and the readers are male or GN ones! It centers more in child/platonic content but he will do romantic ones as well! There's a limit of 3 characters per scenario, so if you want more you might request twice!

If you're a #One Piece lover, then you might want to check out @ace-tiredtimes! This blog lives with the same rules as the Demon Slayer one! That means; No Nsfw, Male/GN reader, centered in platonic content but will do romantic ones!

And now the last but not least (and personally, my favourite side blog of theirs) @ryker-tiredtimes! A side blog dedicated to; #Twisted Wonderland, #Encanto & #Jujutsu Kaisen! Now the rules; they're centered in male/GN reader like all the others, and no NSFW content is allowed! You can request romantic scenarios except for Ortho Shroud and Antonio Madrigal! They're exclusively platonic! You can also request angst, but be aware of what kind of angst you're also requesting, remember that not all writers are okay with the same things!

And that's all! If you got more questions about the rules of each blog, then I recommend to go and reach each rule of the blog you're interested in! And don't be shy to request if you want to, he will be glad of having any kind of request you wish to send <3 that's all! Hope you enjoyed!

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Reblogs are appreciated!

[stayconnecteed]

　　　　　　 ‎‎‎‎‎( 𝑤. ) 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 ──── 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌.

works marked with a ☆ are my top priority at the moment.

this is a list of all the fics i'm going to be working on, updated it periodically, so you can gossip around and even ask me about it! i'm excited to share them w you!

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　stray kids.

interlude , 1k words per drabble ( hyunjin & changbin left ) drive you wild , kinktober / nnn ☆ types of gazes w skz , ( headcanons )

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　bang chan.

untitled , reverse trope ( he hates only you ) requested by nyx. too sweet , nsfw. requested by mana. untitled ( seven : chan & his fiancée love story ) requested by moony.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　lee know.

untitled , gossip girl au pomegranates & habits , ( son of hades x daughter of apollo) percy jackson au.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　seo changbin.

untitled ( captain of the team x daughter of the coach ) hockey au.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　hwang hyunjin.

the tormented viscount hwang , ( bridgerton au). keep our love in a photograph , angst

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　han jisung.

untitled , spiderman au.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　lee felix.

sunsets & sea shells , ( son of poseidon x daughter of hermes ) percy jackson au. so blue i drown , ( by your side ch. ii )

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　kim seungmin.

house of secrets and death , dragon slayers / riders au. untitled , ( undercover / swat seungmin x reader ) .

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　yang jeongin.

untitled , christmas themed oneshot.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　other.

casualties , ( chansung ) perv step brother ji x brother's bff chan x reader. untitled , ( minlix ) bf minho x bff perv lifeguard lix x lifeguard reader. untitled , ( re writing of this ) minsung - lyra & kats' fault. seven , ( masterlist here ) felix x reader x jisung. ☆

[soldier-requests]

hello! if you’re comfortable ((and not busy)) could i request some names and neos for Eldritchlove or Loveobessritch? thank you sm!

(Eldritchlove; https://www.tumblr.com/sillyidol/701097434995113984/eldritchlove-a-gender-related-2-being-an

Loveobsessritch https://www.tumblr.com/luvlydevil/701319052780535809/loveobsessritch-a-gender-relating-to-being )

-💘👁️‍🗨️ anon x3

haiiiii :3. i'm so tired right now i didn't even see the links for a good 10 seconds and was like "those are the most interesting noun mashup names i've ever heard. I Need To Meet These People" /silly.

anyways i'll absolutely do this, it sounds so fun! those flags are sick /positive.

all the things are below👍 (i did both btw, but i much prefer different asks for multiple requests even if they're kinda related like yours are).

pronouns (somewhat alphabetized):

?/?s

as/astra, ast/astra, ad/astra

adorb/adorbs

abyss/abyss

adore/adores

ae/aeir, ae/aer

adon/adonis, ad/adon, ad/ads, adon/adons, ad/adonis

affection/affections

au/aus

aem/aems

ae/aether, aether/aethers

ai/airy, airy/airys

au/aurora, aurora/auroras

afar/afars

biz/bizarre

blossom/blossoms, blo/blossom

bo/bouquet, bo/bos, bouquet/bouquets

book/books, bo/book

bli/blitz, blitz/blitzes

bev/bes

be/beam, beam/beams

be/being, being/beings

ce/cele, cel/cele, ce/ces, cel/cels

co/cos, co/core, core/cores

che/cher/cherish, cher/chers, cerish/cerishes

cher/cherub, cherub/cherubs

cu/cupid, cu/cus, cupid/cupids

ca/care, care/cares

cres/crescent, cre/cres, cres/cent/crescentself, cres/cres

cott/cotton

con/fetti, confetti/confettis, con/confetti

day/daydreams, day/days, dream/dreams

dae/daem/daer

dew/dews, dew/dewdrop

eld/elds

en/entwine, en/ens

elk/elks

en/entity, entity/entities

end/ender, end/ends, ender/enders

et/ets

eter/eternal, eter/eters/eternalself, eter/eters

fleur/fleurs

fu/fuse, fu/fusion, fusion/fusions

gala/galas, galac/galactic

gold/golden, gold/golds, golden/goldens

gem/gems, jem/jems

ghast/ghastly, ghast/ghasts

horn/horns

home/homes

hyr/hyrs

ho/hope, hope/hopes

hum/hums

ha/harp, har/harp, harp/harps

heart/heartfelt

iri/descent, iridescent/iridescents

luv/luvs, larb/larbs

liv/lives, liv/livs

lu/lurk, lurk/lurks

love/letter/loveletterself, letter/letters, let/letter

me/meta, meta/metas

mae/maes

my/myth, myth/myths

mix/mixs

myst/myst, myst/mystery

ma/marsh, marsh/marshes, ma/mallow, mallow/mallows, marsh/mallow, marshmallow/marshmallows

mo/moss, mo/mos, mo/mossy, moss/mossy

mym/myms, mim/mims

neb/nebula, nebula/nebulas

nov/novel, novel/novels

no/non, non/nons

ora/oracle

or/oran, oran/orans/orangeself

or/orbit, orbit/orbits

pav/pavs

pas/pastel, pa/pas, pastel/pastels

pep/peps

pon/pons

per/pers

ro/ros, rose/roses

ran/random, random/randoms

ra/rain, rain/rains

ray/radiant, ra/radiant, radiant/radiants

shey/shem/sher

star/stargaze

si/sip, sip/sips

so/soul, soul/souls

shim/shimmers, shim/shims

swoon/swoons

story/stories

star/starry, star/stars, starry/starry

thy/thym

twine/twines

trav/travels, trav/travs

terra/terras, ter/terra, ter/ters

tox/toxs

un/uns

uh/uhs, um/ums, uhm/uhms

voi/vois, void/voids, vo/void

val/vals, valen/valens, valen/valentine

vae/vaer

vir/virs

vin/vins

vi/vivid, vivid/vivids

wist/wists

whim/whims

wa/wander, wander/wanderlust

wo/wonder

wi/wish, wish/wishes

names (also somewhat alphabetized):

adelpha

astre, aster

atticus

aurora

angelo

adelaide, adeline

august, augustus, augustina

apricity

bliss, blissy / blissi

birdie, byrdie

blair

brownie

blanche

banshee

cher, cheri / cherie, cherry / cherri, cherine

cherub, cherubelle

chance

cyprus

crim, crimson, crimine, crimina

chiff, chiffon

calliope

chiro, cairo, cairns

cori/kori, cory/kory

darling, darla

dollie, dolly, dolli

dreamy/dreamie

deirdre

diva

ettie

essence

elix, elixir, elixia

elysia

esme

etherine

february

genesis

gala, galaxy

haloesse

hibiscus

imogene, imogen

june, juni, juno, juniper

juliet, julia

kirby/kirbi, kirbs

kasen

lilium / lilyum, lilior / lilyor

lachlan

lorelie

lazaret, lazarus, lazare

lush

luz, luv

lunan

liren

mercy

moonie, moony

morrow

mauz

micah

magnolia, maggy/maggi, mags

noor, noir

nether, nethea, netheo, nethin

nixyne

nova

orchid, orchard

parasol

passion

paris

pennylynn/pennilynn

romeo, roman

rhys

rube, rubi, ruby

starine

starlet

solus, solix, solar, solum

solyne

shelly, shellem

star, starberry, berry

thalasso, thalassemias, thalassemia

tide, tyde

theodore, theodora

thyme

viola, violin

velveta, velvet

vampyr

vista, visto

wonder

wisteria

xerxes

zayn/zain/zane

[lasclsupply]

How to install final fantasy xiv on steam

HOW TO INSTALL FINAL FANTASY XIV ON STEAM HOW TO

HOW TO INSTALL FINAL FANTASY XIV ON STEAM PC

Parsing gold means parsing a perfect 100.Ĭasts: Active % and CPM (Casts Per Minute)ĭamage Taken: Damage received from enemies. There are seven parse colors: gray, green, blue, purple, pink, orange, and gold. Perhaps the quickest way to pair yourself up against other members in your party simply look and see what number you get. Some basic terms to look for in Final Fantasy logs: This tool will upload your ACT data to the FFlogs website, which can provide a number of different insights and analysis both for your own play and for the execution of your entire group. ACT produces data that can be processed with the Final Fantasy Log uploader (explained more below). Square Enix will and has banned players in the past. Tools like ACT are technically against the rules, but Square Enix has made an exception to this rule so long as you do not use it as a means to harass other players in the game. I’ll talk about this more throughout this article because it’s a very serious rule. Just remember to take a break, and always use ACT for further self-improvement- never harass a party member!-in fact, it’s best if you avoid bringing the topic up at all. It’s exhilarating when there’s someone running the same job as you and pulling slightly better numbers-but being able to see another party member not giving it their all in higher-tier raids can make you jaded. 😊ĪCT is an amazing tool to self-improve, but it can disheartening when you realize the people you’re silently competing against aren’t putting much effort.

HOW TO INSTALL FINAL FANTASY XIV ON STEAM PC

ACT is an essential learning tool for raiders who are looking to improve their skills, and is not meant for attacking others in-game! ACT is only available on PC-for raid players who want to track their progress on console, you’ll have to request assistance from a PC user who is in the same party as you. 😉 Some Helpful Links To Get Started That Will Be Covered Throughout This Guide:ĭISCLAIMER: Do not EVER under any circumstances use this as a tool to harass others! ACT is a tool only for improving your skills and bettering yourself in raid content to be the best you can be!ĪCT (Active Combat Tracker) helps calculate uptime, damage, and the skill level you’re currently playing at on your class in comparison to others. If you’re interested in my battle logs, just look me up on FFLogs: Miss Moonie on Hyperion. You can also check me out on Final Fantasy XIV’s Lodestone here. #AD: For more information on my static group, the schedule is listed here, and I stream on Twitch every Friday and Sunday.

HOW TO INSTALL FINAL FANTASY XIV ON STEAM HOW TO

In this article, I’ll talk about what ACT is, why you should care, and how to set it up. In this article, I’ll be going over using the ACT Tool and Final Fantasy XIV’s live uploader tool. The third-party program ACT (Active Combat Tracker) is a real-time combat log generator, created by people who raid in MMOs (massively multiplayer online role-playing game) to track their DPS (damage per second)-it is an essential tool for players who want to take their raiding progress in MMOs to the next level.

[samalamadama]

@beammetothemoon

[luveline]

Hello lovely! I’ve just discovered your fics and I am literally in love with you and your writing, you are so sweet <3 <3 <3 if you are taking requests I keep thinking about bodyguard!james and something angsty like last time except she does listen to him and there are more bad guys than he anticipated and they actually do hurt her/take her but ofc James gets her back eventually and even though she is hurting she is okay bc he didn’t get hurt for her this time so she doesn’t feel guilty

the mentioned bodyguard au thank you so much!!! for you ♡ fem!reader | 1.1k words TW IMPLIED KIDNAPPING/VIOLENCE

When James finally gets his hands on you there isn't an apt word to describe how he feels. 

Relieved. You're in one piece – you're alive. He hadn't entertained the idea that you might die outside of the professional risk assessment, but that 0.1 per cent had been real and horrifying. You're alive, and the relief is a dousing of cold water. 

Nausea. You may be in one piece but the piece is bruised and bloodied. You've a stream of blood curving over the bump of your cupid's bow and smeared up your cheek where you must've wiped it away from your lips, the top swollen and the bottom bitten. You're looking down at your lap where your hands lay, shaking. 

Upset. Maybe the relief of finding you, the adrenaline of fighting his way to you crashing, but he really feels like he could cry. He won't, but he could. Especially when he clears his throat and you look straight up. 

"Hey, angel," he says. "You're a sight for sore eyes." 

You smile wide and swiftly stop, wincing. "Jamie," you say breathlessly. 

James is on you before you can stand, arms around your neck and squeezing. He feels the tense set of your naked shoulders relax under his touch as he ducks his head down, nestling his face into the side of your head. He's always been touchy. 

You don't care. Your hands find their way to his back, arms tightening as he says, "I'm so sorry. So sorry, sweetheart. I'm gonna get you home and Moony's gonna fix you up good as new, I swear. It's all smooth sailing from here. Nobody's gonna touch you again." 

You're quiet enough to freak him out. Though he's not exactly expecting you to chat his ear off he'd hoped for something. You're hugging him back, at least. 

James pulls away and you reach up to take his face into your hands. He can feel them shaking as you turn his head left to right. "Did you get hurt?" you ask hoarsely. 

"No," he says. He's maybe lying; his torso feels like a packet of mince meat. You don't need to know that. 

Your eyes squint and your hands fall away. He stands, almost relieved to see the first tear and then the second sputter over your cheeks, anything's better than the quiet impassiveness you'd possessed. 

"I was so worried," you say, your relief lightening each word. You chase it up quickly with a laugh and stand to throw yourself back into his arms. 

He seizes up at the impact, hands clumsy on your back. "You were worried?" 

"I promise I listened, James, but they- They were at the rendezvous point." 

"I know. You did everything right, angel, to the letter. This ones on me," he murmurs, patting your back. "You're dad's gonna fucking hand me my arse." 

"He likes you." 

"He wouldn't like me if he knew how handsy you are. Watch the goods, sweetheart," he chides. 

You raise your hand from his lower back with a guilty smile. "I did everything right," you repeat. 

"You did," he reassures. 

"You're not mad?" 

"Mad? I'm fucking proud of you." 

You beam and your lip splits. James swears if it weren't for this new trickle of blood he would've kissed your smiling mouth as he cradles your cheek, trying to dab clean your reopened wound with the side of his pinky finger. "How'd you get this?" he asks quietly. 

"I told them… I told them my bodyguard was gonna find them and fuck them up." 

"Yeah? How about this one?" he asks, hand ghosting over your bruised cheek. 

"I may have also said that you were, uh, much better looking."

"Uh-huh," he says dryly, bemused. "Next time, let's try for a bit less cheek, okay? The aim is to get out of this as unscathed as possible." 

"Next time," you repeat, eyelashes fluttering. 

He can't promise you what he wishes he could. Can't lie and tell you you're out of danger, that nobody will ever try anything again. But he can promise to be better. "As long as I'm here, this shit isn't happening again." 

You sniff. 

"Understand?" 

"Yeah. Okay." You wipe your wet cheeks with your hands and you're smiles all over again. "I wish you weren't the best bodyguard ever." 

He moves back to the door and holds it open, waiting for you to walk out into the cold hallway. "Why's that?" 

"Because," you say, tights sliding over linoleum. James puts his hand out to steady you. "I wanted to kiss you so bad just then." 

James blinks. You're whizzing over unconscious bodies and smashed doorways like it's no big deal, the space between you and him growing wider with every passing second. He rushes to catch up. 

"I'll kiss you, sweetheart," he says, blinking. It comes out like, Please let me kiss you. What the fuck. 

"And have my dad sack you? Not worth it." 

He groans. You turn in the door to the stairwell, a vision despite your blood stains and your ripped dress. You strike a pose like you know exactly what you're teasing. 

James is suddenly hit with a rush of affection. "The day people stop trying to kill you, I'm gonna kiss you stupid." 

"Promise?" you ask, grinning.

"Enough. Down the stairs with you before Moons blows a gasket." 

"Is he worried?" 

"He's… he's Moons. Not worried about you so much as furious with me." 

"It's not your fault." 

You reach your hand out for his and he lets you pull him down another flight of stairs. It kind of is his fault. He squeezes your fingers. "Plead my case, angel."

"I'll try." You share a smile. "Alright, fine. I'll make him love you again. If you come and see me tonight. For scrabble." 

Funny if you'd thought he wouldn't be at your door like a stray dog for the next month. "You drive a hard bargain," he says, feigning reluctance.

You laugh like you know exactly what he's thinking.