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harry potter meme: [¼] locations. ↳ “It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.”
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harry potter meme: [3/3] colors. ↳ white.
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harry potter meme: [1/3] colors. ↳ green.
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u guys talk to ur mutuals? i just think at them rlly hard and hope it works
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From lecture hall to Familly dinner (Remus Lupin x fem!reader)
Summary: so maybe you lied and told your grandmother you had a boyfriend, but in your defense you’re thirty some and tired of unsuccessful dates.
Warnings: nothing really??? Mention of family but like it’s all good stuff. I didn’t proof read, sorry in advance. Might be good to mention both reader and Remus are uni profs.
Word count: 2.1k
A/n: so I just read a book with a fake dating in a academia setting and it was just so yummy (the concept, not the book) to me that I wanted to do something in academia. Be it know, I don’t know much of the world of academia so this could all be bogus.
“Alright that’s everything, I’ll see you all Thursday morning.” You announce to the students of your women in literature coure. It’s your favourite course to teach. Books like Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, Frankenstein, Withering Heights are the exact reason why you chose to become an English professor.
You gather your notes and pack your things, lingering in case a student has any questions they’d like to address privately with you. When all the students leave you head to the faculty lounge to fuel up on the crappy coffee.
You sigh in relief when you find no one in the lounge. You like to have some time by yourself after a lecture. Normally you take out your planner and make sure you have everything ready for your next lecture. You start the old coffee machine in the corner of the room. Normally it makes more of a thick coffee flavoured sludge but you just add lots of milk and try not to think much about it.
As you start the pot you hear the buzzing of your phone. You cross the room and look at the Caller ID to find your grandmother is the one calling.
“Hi grandma! To what do I owe the honour of a call from you?” You ask teasingly. Your grandmother hates cellphones and avoids using them at all costs. Normally you’re the one to call her and you spend the first ten minutes of the call listening to her rant about how terrible technology is.
“I don’t want to talk on this stupid phone for long. I hate these things, I tell you. Whatever happened to simple landlines? I want mine back.” She grumbles.
You roll your eyes but a smile tugs to your lips. There’s something so entertaining about how hard set she is on her hatetrid for technology.
“I told you grandma, this is much cheeper than a landline. Landlines are a thing of the past, you’ve got to get with the times now.” You tease her.
“I am a thing from the past!” She exclaims on the other line. You laugh in response.
“Listen now, I am calling you because I am coming to visit you this weekend and I’d like us to go to a nice restaurant so I can finally meet that nice boy you’ve been telling me about.” She explains, finally announcing the reason for her call.
Panic runs through you, you sit in the nearest chair, trying to think of an answer.
“I’m afraid he’ll be out of town this weekend.” You say trying to sound disappointed.
“Well just tell me when he’s available and I’ll come then.”
You purse your lips and shut your eyes. Your grandmother is stubborn. You’d know, it runs in the family. That means there is absolutely no way to get out of this.
“Alright grandma, I tell you what, I’ll talk to him and get back in touch with you with some dates.” You nibble on your lip nervously before adding, “I’m sure it’ll be sooner rather than later, he can’t wait to meet you.”
Your grandmother coos, pleased with your answer. “Alright, you get back to me.”
You chat with her for a few more minutes, updating each other on your lives before you hang up with a final promise to plan a dinner soon.
You slide your phone across the table and plop your head into your hands with a large sigh.
“You alright?” Asks a concerned voice near the entrance of the lounge.
You look up, startled out of your thoughts. A smile pulls at your lips when you see who it is. Remus Lupin. The professor famously know for his mythical creatures in English literature class. He’s probably your favourite member of the faculty. He’s funny, smart and actually interesting. Some profs just talk and talk for the sake of talking, obsessed with the sound of their voice but, Remus? Remus speaks only when necessary, and when he does, it comes from the heart.
“I’m fine.” You tell him as he walks over to the coffee pot. “I just got off the phone with my grandmother, she wants me to plan a time she can meet my boyfriend.” You tell him. Remus and you often speak about your personal lives, so this is nothing out of the ordinary.
He points to the coffee pot, “This ready?”
“Should be, serve yourself if it is.” You lean back in your seat.
“Since when do you have a boyfriend?” He asks while filling two mugs with coffee sludge.
“Ah well that’s the problem, I don’t. I just told her I did because I was tired of her trying to set me up with accountants.” Remus laughs as he pours milk into one of the mugs. “Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against accountants, they just don’t often have the same level of interest in English literature as I do.” You add.
Remus walks over to your table, setting down the mug with milk in front of you before pulling up a chair. He takes a sip of his coffee, “So what are you going to do?”
You wrap your hands around the mug, letting the heat warm your fingers. “No idea.” You sigh. “I thought I’d have found someone by the time she’d want to meet him. Isn’t it normal to wait years before introducing your partner to your family? I thought that’s how things worked at our age.” You mumble, a little disappointed. “Guess I’ll have to find someone, and it’ll have to be real soon.” You take a large gulp of coffee.
“I’ll be your boyfriend for a night.” Remus offers with a shrug. You almost cough up your coffee.
“I’m sorry, what?” You ask, wide eyed.
“Well that way you don’t have to stress about finding someone, your grandmother will be happy and I’ll get a free meal.” He arches an eyebrow “You would pay for my meal right?”
You laugh. “Yeah I’ll wine and dine you, don’t worry.”
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“Grandma, this is Remus, Remus this is my grandmother Mabel.” You introduce them upon Remus’ arrival at the restaurant.
“Mabel, it’s wonderful to finally meet you, y/n speaks very highly of you.” He puts out his hand for your grandmother to shake.
“Funny you should say that, she speaks very highly of you too.” Your grandmother replies, shaking his hand.
“Sorry I’m a little late, my lecture finishes at seven but a student had a few questions for me after class.” He explains as he slides into the seat next to you.
“Hi.” He whispers, grabbing your hand on the table and squeezing it gently.
“How was your lecture?” You ask him curiously. You love listening to him talk about his classes, he’s always so passionate.
He talks about his lecture and your grandmother asks about his other courses and the conversation flows from there, Remus smoothly discussing different topics with the two of you.
By the end of the dinner you sigh, relieved that your grandmother only shared two embarrassing childhood stories, something that’d you’d consider low for her.
You live in a one bedroom appartement, so your grandmother had to book a hotel room for her visit. Before dinner, you had met her at the hotel and together you had taken a taxi to get to the restaurant. Remus offers to drive you back instead of you calling another cab. You graciously accept the offer, looking forward to the chance of spending more time with him.
He first drops off your grandmother who forces him to get out of the car and give him a hug.
“Thanks for doing this tonight.” You tell him once he’s back in the car and starts to drive you home. “You’re a lot of fun outside of work.”
He turns to you, a small grin on his lips. “Do you mean to say I’m a boring academic professor at work?” You can hear the tease in his voice.
“Indeed.” You hum. “Excessively boring. Thank goodness I don’t have to take any of your classes, it’d be impossible for me to stay awake” You dramatically slump in your seat pretending to fall asleep.
Remus laughs, a full and loud laugh. You feel your heart beat race, as pride surges in you at the thought that you caused such a beautiful sound.
“It was fun.” He nods. “You’re much more playful outside of work. I’ve never seen you tease someone as much as you tease your grandmother.” He chuckles a little.
“Left here.” You instruct him. “I’m impressed, you could actually keep up with us.”
Remus takes a left onto a more private street. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He tells you, puffing his chest. You laugh harder than probably necessary.
“I find books help with that. I used to be shy when I was little but the more I read the more I felt comfortable in social settings. It’s like it gave me ideas on how to act and what to say.” You admit, feeling comfortable.
“I could see that.” He nodded seriously. “I think books made me serious. I was a bit of a troublemaker back in the day. My parents would by me dozens of books to keep me in my room instead of going out at night.” He told you.
“Remus Lupin, troublemaker?” You turn in your seat, facing him. “No.” You gasp, purely shocked. You point to the right, signalling him to turn on the upcoming street.
“Believe it or not, I once got six detentions in one week.” He turns onto the street.
“It’s the appartement complex on the right.” You instruct him. “You got one for every school day of the week and then felt even that wasn’t enough so you simply had to get another?”
“I think I was okay with one of every day of the week, it’s my friend Sirius who dragged me into the sixth one. He talked me into pulling a prank on this real nasty kid, he was kind of a bully.” He turned into the parking lot of your appartement complex and found a free spot, putting his car into park. “Sirius told me that he knock some books out of this one girls hands and kicked them in different directions across the hall and said some really bad stuff as she gathered them up again. Something about that just really got under my skin.” Remus clenched his jaw, evidently still angry.
“Do you want to come upstairs?” You fond yourself asking before even thinking.
Remus’ head snapped towards you, a look of shock on his face.
“I’m sorry, I just-, I feel like there’s so much more to talk about.” you looked down at your hands, feeling like a teenager again “I just don’t really want this night to end yet.” You confess, a little embarrassed.
Remus is quiet for a moment, you look at him anxiously. “I’d love to..” His smile is so bright, you feel dizzy.
You guide Remus up to your appartement as he tells you about the prank he and Sirius pulled.
Once in your apartment you make a pot of coffee.
“I promise this one’s better than our faculty lounge coffee.” You assure him as you hand him a mug.
“I think I’ve grow attached to the sludgy mixture.” He takes a sip of the coffee. “On second thought, this is much, much better.” He smiles graciously at you.
There goes your heart again, beating fast. You feel a warmth sprinkle your cheeks.
The clock strikes midnight after hours of talking excitedly about different topics (the coffee may have influenced the level of excitation).
You sigh, letting your head rest on Remus’ shoulder. Remus wraps an arm around you pulling you into his chest.
“I really like you. I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a long time now but I was worried you’d see it as inappropriate.” Remus confesses, face pressed against your hair.
You sit up to look at him, wide smile on your face. “No way. I’ve been meaning to ask you out for the longest time but I thought you’d see it as inappropriate.” You laugh a little, Remus follows suit. He places a hand to your cheek, stroking it slowly with his thumb.
“I’ve also been meaning to ask if I can kiss you all night but I’m not sure that fits in the criteria of ‘fake boyfriend’.” He tells you, a little smirk on his face.
You fake a face deep in thought, even putting a finger to your chin. “No i think it’s one of the expected criteria actually.” You taunt him.
“Really?” He chirps, leaning forward, looking at your lips.
“Really.” You tell him a second before your lips meet.
You spend the rest of the night kissing lazily, feeling like a giddy teen being kissed for the first time.
You eventually fall asleep in Remus’ lap as he tells you an old mythical folklore story his mom used to tell him before bed.
Who knew your grandmother would for once succeed at matchmaking (only this time she did unconsciously. Maybe that was the secret ingredient).
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Ahhhh it’s been a while!!! I’d like to start spending more time on here again so hopefully you’ll be seeing more of me moving forward!
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the one lizzie loves the most. <3
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This is the funniest review I have ever seen. He is all of us 💀
Credit: Chuzus on YouTube!
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❀ Bridgerton 2x06
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Working on a little soft sunday fic, hopefully I will have it ready for Sunday!!! Hope everyone is doing well!! Hugs 🤗
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eeeeekkk! U have no idea how happy this makes me!!! I’m so glad you liked it :))))
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Chapter 9: I know (Sirius Black x Fem!reader)
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Summary: Your family invites Sirius to join your winter break vacation. Moments are shared, feelings are had, things start to get spicy.
Warnings: definitely spelling mistakes, I didn’t proof read so…. I tried to avoid mentioning Christmas but it does take place during that time (I think the only time I use the word is when referring to Christmas lights). Some angst?? (Nothing more than other chapters tho). Maybe some underlying hornyness??? (Hehe sorry, it just sort of…happened idk) I don’t remember all of this cuz I wrote some parts a long time ago. Please, please tell me if I missed anything!
Word count: 2235
A/n: ummmm okay so this was way too fun to write. I cut out some bits so I could post this sooner but like let’s just say they’re on vacation for longer than two days lol. I really really hope you like it! I would love to hear your thoughts cuz some pretty big things happen here hehehehehe. Happy reading my lovely sunshines!
It’s been three months that you and Sirius have been pretending to date. Schools kept the both of you busy. You haven’t been seeing each other as regularly as you were at the start of the relationship, if that’s what you’d call it. You’re grateful for the distance. The less you see him, the less you think about him. Or so you thought. He somehow still manages to cross your mind. A lot.
You’ve limited yourself to sending Sirius one letter a week to slow down your inevitable process of falling in love. You can feel it slowly creeping into your chest, sneakily making its way to your heart. It's the worst case scenario, and yet you crave it.
You might have limited yourself to sending one letter a week, but Sirius has not. He sends you letters every day, sometimes more than once. You’ve rationalized that it would be impolite to leave these unanswered and you therefore must answer.
So you and Sirius update each other every day and you hate it. You hate it because it’s your favourite part of the day. You hate it because it’s something you long for. One minute you’ll be reading about underage magic wizarding laws and the next you’re wondering what funny annectodt Sirius will share in his letters today. Your mind easily drifts from Sirius’ letters to Sirius and suddenly you’re thinking about him and his pretty smile and his pretty hair and his pretty hands and-
The last thing you need is to spend a long period of time with him. So, of course your parents invite him to join your winter break vacation. Every year your family goes on a trip during the holidays. This year you’re going to a wizarding world spa in the Austrian alps. No, correction; you’re going to a wizarding world spa in the Austrian alps with Sirius Orion Black.
Your stomach is brewing up a strange concoction of stress, excitement, fear and joy. At every little thought of spending time with Sirius, your stomach lurches with anticipation. A moment later it drops with anguish and ties into a multitude of stress as you nervously imagine what this trip could be like.
You hear the knock on the front door from your bedroom. Next thing you know you’re rushing down the stairs to greet Sirius. He smiles graciously at you, a duffle bag in hand. He is wearing a long black wool trench-coat jacket. A maroon knitted hat is covering his head and ears. He’s sporting a dark grey scarf that he’s flung loosely over his shoulder. His cheeks are a little rosy from the cold. You suck in a breath, admiring just how beautiful he looks.
“Do you think they will have alpine skiing there? I read about it in a muggle magazine. I was sort of hoping we could try it out.” Bubbles Sirius as he steps past you and into your front entrance.
Your parents rush in to greet him, giving hugs and kisses and praising the quality of his coat. Finally Sirius makes his way back to you, pulling you into a tight hug and whispering in your ear. “I can’t wait to spend all this time with you.” And squeezing you a little tighter.
You and your family apparate to the resort where the concierge then guides you to your rooms. As you step out of the magical elevator and into the hall, it is immediately apparent that your parents splurged for this trip. The furnishing shines from frequent polish, there are expressive flowers on every table and lavish armchairs at every six steps.
The concierge walks the four of you to the end of the hall where there are two doors. You immediately assume it to be one for you and one for Sirius. They’re probably just dropping the two of you off before they go to an even fancier room for themselves. Your heart skips a beat as you slowly put it all together. The concierge gives Sirius a key, and then gives your mother a key. You frantically look at him, praying there’s another key, but he’s empty handed.
Sirius unlocks the door to the room on the left, stepping in. You quickly turn to your mother, grabbing her arm before hissing “We can’t possibly share a room, mother. That would be inappropriate.”
Your mother huffs. “Please, you think I don’t know what you do when you don’t come home until morning.” She waves a hand before entering her own room. “You can thank me later.” She adds before shutting the door.
All that proves is that she has absolutely no clue what you do when you don’t come home. Normally you crash on Sirius’ couch or spend the night at a friend’s. You accept your fate with a sigh before heading to your room. Well, after you tip the concierge that your mother so kindly left for you.
You drop your bag on the floor and kick off your boots and slip out of your jacket, stuffing your scarf into the sleeve. “So? How does it look?” You call out into the suite. No response.
“Sirius?” You try again, hanging your coat in the entrance closet. Still no answer. You hastily walk around the corner, continuing to call out Sirius’ name. You quickly glance around at the absolutely stunning place. Even though you’ve seen your fair share of expensive places, this… well this is really something. A kitchen that conjures anything you can imagine, a living room with heated armchairs, a bathroom with more mirrors than you can count…
Your thoughts are interrupted when you bump into Sirius, who’s standing frozen in the doorway to what you would presume to be the bedroom. “Sirius!” You huff, rubbing your forehead upon impact. “What’s the matter with y-” You cut yourself off and suddenly stand frozen next to Sirius.
Oh. Right. One bed. Why that hadn’t clicked until now is beyond you. The signs were all there. First your mother thinks you're a couple. Second, you find out you were sharing a room. In your defense, hotel rooms with two beds do exist. Third, your mom hints about thinking the two of you share a bed most nights you’re away. This is probably where it should have clicked that you would not be granted the privilege of two beds. Yet here you are absolutely stunned.
To your relief, it would appear Sirius is feeling the same way. Well at least that’s what you think is going on. Neither of you have moved or said a word in minutes. Quite some time passes, yet the two of you continue to stare at the king size bed you’re supposed to share.
“I uh- heard they have uh- a Nordic bath.” He clears his throat. “Do you wanna go for a swim?” His enthusiasm sounds forced but you appreciate him trying to defuse some of the tension.
“Yes.” You immediately answer because you want nothing more than to get out of that room. You spin on your heels to retrieve your duffle bag in the front hall.
“I‘ll change in the bathroom.” You call out, quickly slipping into the loo and closing the door behind you. You lean your back on the door and cover your face with your hands. Your cheeks are burning. You mumble soothing words to yourself as you fan your face frantically.
You finally emerge from the bathroom after splashing cold water in your face, pointing at yourself in the mirror and giving yourself a pep talk. Sirius is pacing in the hall. He snaps around when he hears the bathroom door click open. There’s a loooong moment where Sirius is looking at you, and you’re looking at Sirius. It’s long enough for the both of you to know that you're both checking each other out.
Sirius steps forward and you practically jump back in surprise. He raises his hand in a surrendering apology as you both mumble your sorrys. Wow the both of you are a mess. You throw him a robe, putting yours on too.
“Let’s go.” You clap your hands together loudly, looking forward to some fresh air.
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After the sun has long gone and the starry night has settled, you and Sirius finally make your way back to your room, noses frozen from the cold, hands pruny from the water, and cheeks sore from smiling.
You quietly get ready, before sliding into bed next to Sirius. Sirius raises his arm, never looking away from his quidditch magazine, indicating you to slide next to him. You scoot over and rest your head onto his chest and wow this feels right. Your head rising and falling with his chest, your legs tangled with his…
Neither you nor Sirius objects when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep as he massages your scalp.
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Saying that was the best night's sleep in your life would be an understatement. You wake up late morning wrapped in Sirius’ arms. There’s a sliver of sunlight filtering through the curtains, just enough to make out the shadowy outline of Sirius’ face. You quietly observe his features. The pointiness of his nose, the thickness of his eyebrows, his high cheekbones, his slightly parted plush lips.
Without thought, too mesmerized to think, you gently slide your finger across his lower lip. A weak tilt of his head pushes his face out of the light and into the complete darkness. You pout to yourself, losing your source of entertainment (and admiration).
The arm loosely spread out over your waist tightens before it pulls you into a warm and solid chest. You sigh sweetly as you cuddle Sirius and you just can’t help but think again how right this feels. You. Sirius. One bed. Imitating each other’s breathing.
You cuddle shamelessly into the early afternoon. You’ve run your hand through his hair more times than you can count. He’s run his hand up and down your arm for so long that his arm feels like an extension of yours. You’ve become two bodies entwined into one. Sirius’ forehead is pressed to yours as you whisper and giggle to each other. His lips are inches away. You could simply tip your head forwards and your lips would touch his. You can’t get the thought out of your mind. It looms there the whole time. Lost in the moment, you almost do connect them, forgetting you’re not meant to. Forgetting this is all fake.
Finally dragging yourselves out of bed, you start the day. You and Sirius make plans to go walk around the small town and explore the local shops.
The whole thing has a winter wonderland feeling to it. The roofs are sprinkled with fluffy snow, Christmas lights border windows and store doors. Some instruments have been charmed to play festive music. The day flies by as you pop from store to store. With the fast setting sun, the cold sets further into your bones. Surrendering to the cold, the two of you head back inside for the night.
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Your parents have planned a special dinner at the resort restaurant to finish your trip on a good note. Upon entering the restaurant, arm intertwined with Sirius’ your mother lets out a little yelp. You freeze, utterly shocked that she would express such a reaction in public. You look at her as she points upwards and mouths ‘look up’.
Slowly, both you and Sirius drag your eyes overhead.
“Oh.” You whisper.
“Oh.” Sirius whispers back.
Above you hangs a sprig of mistletoe. This is it, this is your moment. You want to yank Sirius by the lapels of his blazer and desperately smash your lips together. You actually consider doing it for a second but when you look at Sirius it all feels so real, so overwhelming that you get shy.
“Are you okay with this?” He asks cautiously. “We don’t have to. We can find an excuse.” He adds.
“I want to.” Is all you answer before he’s moving forward and you tilt your head and connect your lips with his.
Just like a moth and a flame, or a honeybee and a flower, your lips and his, belong together. Any shred of doubt that you didn't love Sirius fades in that moment because this kiss just screams love. It’s like a shared promise. An assurance that you are his and he is yours. This kiss is the raw and terrifying confession that your heart is for him to take. And the way he’s kissing you back is a promise that he’ll handle it with care, he’ll protect it with all his might.
When you pull away and your eyes connect you almost let the words slip from your mouth. ‘I love you. God, I love you. So much.’
Sirius grabs your hand and squeezes it. You weirdly feel like he’s trying to say ‘I know’.
Your leg bounces impatiently over dinner. The kiss was soft, sweet, affectionate, but you could sense the burn of passion you both withheld. You want to taste it. The smokey, intoxicating taste of passion.
You clear your throat, “I think I’m going to call it a night.”
Sirius quirks his brow at you. You nod slowly communicating that you want him to follow.
A mischievous thrill runs through your veins as you stand and walk to your room, Sirius closely following suit.
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Chapter 9: I know (Sirius Black x Fem!reader)
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Summary: Your family invites Sirius to join your winter break vacation. Moments are shared, feelings are had, things start to get spicy.
Warnings: definitely spelling mistakes, I didn’t proof read so…. I tried to avoid mentioning Christmas but it does take place during that time (I think the only time I use the word is when referring to Christmas lights). Some angst?? (Nothing more than other chapters tho). Maybe some underlying hornyness??? (Hehe sorry, it just sort of…happened idk) I don’t remember all of this cuz I wrote some parts a long time ago. Please, please tell me if I missed anything!
Word count: 2235
A/n: ummmm okay so this was way too fun to write. I cut out some bits so I could post this sooner but like let’s just say they’re on vacation for longer than two days lol. I really really hope you like it! I would love to hear your thoughts cuz some pretty big things happen here hehehehehe. Happy reading my lovely sunshines!
It’s been three months that you and Sirius have been pretending to date. Schools kept the both of you busy. You haven’t been seeing each other as regularly as you were at the start of the relationship, if that’s what you’d call it. You’re grateful for the distance. The less you see him, the less you think about him. Or so you thought. He somehow still manages to cross your mind. A lot.
You’ve limited yourself to sending Sirius one letter a week to slow down your inevitable process of falling in love. You can feel it slowly creeping into your chest, sneakily making its way to your heart. It's the worst case scenario, and yet you crave it.
You might have limited yourself to sending one letter a week, but Sirius has not. He sends you letters every day, sometimes more than once. You’ve rationalized that it would be impolite to leave these unanswered and you therefore must answer.
So you and Sirius update each other every day and you hate it. You hate it because it’s your favourite part of the day. You hate it because it’s something you long for. One minute you’ll be reading about underage magic wizarding laws and the next you’re wondering what funny annectodt Sirius will share in his letters today. Your mind easily drifts from Sirius’ letters to Sirius and suddenly you’re thinking about him and his pretty smile and his pretty hair and his pretty hands and-
The last thing you need is to spend a long period of time with him. So, of course your parents invite him to join your winter break vacation. Every year your family goes on a trip during the holidays. This year you’re going to a wizarding world spa in the Austrian alps. No, correction; you’re going to a wizarding world spa in the Austrian alps with Sirius Orion Black.
Your stomach is brewing up a strange concoction of stress, excitement, fear and joy. At every little thought of spending time with Sirius, your stomach lurches with anticipation. A moment later it drops with anguish and ties into a multitude of stress as you nervously imagine what this trip could be like.
You hear the knock on the front door from your bedroom. Next thing you know you’re rushing down the stairs to greet Sirius. He smiles graciously at you, a duffle bag in hand. He is wearing a long black wool trench-coat jacket. A maroon knitted hat is covering his head and ears. He’s sporting a dark grey scarf that he’s flung loosely over his shoulder. His cheeks are a little rosy from the cold. You suck in a breath, admiring just how beautiful he looks.
“Do you think they will have alpine skiing there? I read about it in a muggle magazine. I was sort of hoping we could try it out.” Bubbles Sirius as he steps past you and into your front entrance.
Your parents rush in to greet him, giving hugs and kisses and praising the quality of his coat. Finally Sirius makes his way back to you, pulling you into a tight hug and whispering in your ear. “I can’t wait to spend all this time with you.” And squeezing you a little tighter.
You and your family apparate to the resort where the concierge then guides you to your rooms. As you step out of the magical elevator and into the hall, it is immediately apparent that your parents splurged for this trip. The furnishing shines from frequent polish, there are expressive flowers on every table and lavish armchairs at every six steps.
The concierge walks the four of you to the end of the hall where there are two doors. You immediately assume it to be one for you and one for Sirius. They’re probably just dropping the two of you off before they go to an even fancier room for themselves. Your heart skips a beat as you slowly put it all together. The concierge gives Sirius a key, and then gives your mother a key. You frantically look at him, praying there’s another key, but he’s empty handed.
Sirius unlocks the door to the room on the left, stepping in. You quickly turn to your mother, grabbing her arm before hissing “We can’t possibly share a room, mother. That would be inappropriate.”
Your mother huffs. “Please, you think I don’t know what you do when you don’t come home until morning.” She waves a hand before entering her own room. “You can thank me later.” She adds before shutting the door.
All that proves is that she has absolutely no clue what you do when you don’t come home. Normally you crash on Sirius’ couch or spend the night at a friend’s. You accept your fate with a sigh before heading to your room. Well, after you tip the concierge that your mother so kindly left for you.
You drop your bag on the floor and kick off your boots and slip out of your jacket, stuffing your scarf into the sleeve. “So? How does it look?” You call out into the suite. No response.
“Sirius?” You try again, hanging your coat in the entrance closet. Still no answer. You hastily walk around the corner, continuing to call out Sirius’ name. You quickly glance around at the absolutely stunning place. Even though you’ve seen your fair share of expensive places, this… well this is really something. A kitchen that conjures anything you can imagine, a living room with heated armchairs, a bathroom with more mirrors than you can count…
Your thoughts are interrupted when you bump into Sirius, who’s standing frozen in the doorway to what you would presume to be the bedroom. “Sirius!” You huff, rubbing your forehead upon impact. “What’s the matter with y-” You cut yourself off and suddenly stand frozen next to Sirius.
Oh. Right. One bed. Why that hadn’t clicked until now is beyond you. The signs were all there. First your mother thinks you're a couple. Second, you find out you were sharing a room. In your defense, hotel rooms with two beds do exist. Third, your mom hints about thinking the two of you share a bed most nights you’re away. This is probably where it should have clicked that you would not be granted the privilege of two beds. Yet here you are absolutely stunned.
To your relief, it would appear Sirius is feeling the same way. Well at least that’s what you think is going on. Neither of you have moved or said a word in minutes. Quite some time passes, yet the two of you continue to stare at the king size bed you’re supposed to share.
“I uh- heard they have uh- a Nordic bath.” He clears his throat. “Do you wanna go for a swim?” His enthusiasm sounds forced but you appreciate him trying to defuse some of the tension.
“Yes.” You immediately answer because you want nothing more than to get out of that room. You spin on your heels to retrieve your duffle bag in the front hall.
“I‘ll change in the bathroom.” You call out, quickly slipping into the loo and closing the door behind you. You lean your back on the door and cover your face with your hands. Your cheeks are burning. You mumble soothing words to yourself as you fan your face frantically.
You finally emerge from the bathroom after splashing cold water in your face, pointing at yourself in the mirror and giving yourself a pep talk. Sirius is pacing in the hall. He snaps around when he hears the bathroom door click open. There’s a loooong moment where Sirius is looking at you, and you’re looking at Sirius. It’s long enough for the both of you to know that you're both checking each other out.
Sirius steps forward and you practically jump back in surprise. He raises his hand in a surrendering apology as you both mumble your sorrys. Wow the both of you are a mess. You throw him a robe, putting yours on too.
“Let’s go.” You clap your hands together loudly, looking forward to some fresh air.
***
After the sun has long gone and the starry night has settled, you and Sirius finally make your way back to your room, noses frozen from the cold, hands pruny from the water, and cheeks sore from smiling.
You quietly get ready, before sliding into bed next to Sirius. Sirius raises his arm, never looking away from his quidditch magazine, indicating you to slide next to him. You scoot over and rest your head onto his chest and wow this feels right. Your head rising and falling with his chest, your legs tangled with his…
Neither you nor Sirius objects when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep as he massages your scalp.
***
Saying that was the best night's sleep in your life would be an understatement. You wake up late morning wrapped in Sirius’ arms. There’s a sliver of sunlight filtering through the curtains, just enough to make out the shadowy outline of Sirius’ face. You quietly observe his features. The pointiness of his nose, the thickness of his eyebrows, his high cheekbones, his slightly parted plush lips.
Without thought, too mesmerized to think, you gently slide your finger across his lower lip. A weak tilt of his head pushes his face out of the light and into the complete darkness. You pout to yourself, losing your source of entertainment (and admiration).
The arm loosely spread out over your waist tightens before it pulls you into a warm and solid chest. You sigh sweetly as you cuddle Sirius and you just can’t help but think again how right this feels. You. Sirius. One bed. Imitating each other’s breathing.
You cuddle shamelessly into the early afternoon. You’ve run your hand through his hair more times than you can count. He’s run his hand up and down your arm for so long that his arm feels like an extension of yours. You’ve become two bodies entwined into one. Sirius’ forehead is pressed to yours as you whisper and giggle to each other. His lips are inches away. You could simply tip your head forwards and your lips would touch his. You can’t get the thought out of your mind. It looms there the whole time. Lost in the moment, you almost do connect them, forgetting you’re not meant to. Forgetting this is all fake.
Finally dragging yourselves out of bed, you start the day. You and Sirius make plans to go walk around the small town and explore the local shops.
The whole thing has a winter wonderland feeling to it. The roofs are sprinkled with fluffy snow, Christmas lights border windows and store doors. Some instruments have been charmed to play festive music. The day flies by as you pop from store to store. With the fast setting sun, the cold sets further into your bones. Surrendering to the cold, the two of you head back inside for the night.
***
Your parents have planned a special dinner at the resort restaurant to finish your trip on a good note. Upon entering the restaurant, arm intertwined with Sirius’ your mother lets out a little yelp. You freeze, utterly shocked that she would express such a reaction in public. You look at her as she points upwards and mouths ‘look up’.
Slowly, both you and Sirius drag your eyes overhead.
“Oh.” You whisper.
“Oh.” Sirius whispers back.
Above you hangs a sprig of mistletoe. This is it, this is your moment. You want to yank Sirius by the lapels of his blazer and desperately smash your lips together. You actually consider doing it for a second but when you look at Sirius it all feels so real, so overwhelming that you get shy.
“Are you okay with this?” He asks cautiously. “We don’t have to. We can find an excuse.” He adds.
“I want to.” Is all you answer before he’s moving forward and you tilt your head and connect your lips with his.
Just like a moth and a flame, or a honeybee and a flower, your lips and his, belong together. Any shred of doubt that you didn't love Sirius fades in that moment because this kiss just screams love. It’s like a shared promise. An assurance that you are his and he is yours. This kiss is the raw and terrifying confession that your heart is for him to take. And the way he’s kissing you back is a promise that he’ll handle it with care, he’ll protect it with all his might.
When you pull away and your eyes connect you almost let the words slip from your mouth. ‘I love you. God, I love you. So much.’
Sirius grabs your hand and squeezes it. You weirdly feel like he’s trying to say ‘I know’.
Your leg bounces impatiently over dinner. The kiss was soft, sweet, affectionate, but you could sense the burn of passion you both withheld. You want to taste it. The smokey, intoxicating taste of passion.
You clear your throat, “I think I’m going to call it a night.”
Sirius quirks his brow at you. You nod slowly communicating that you want him to follow.
A mischievous thrill runs through your veins as you stand and walk to your room, Sirius closely following suit.
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ILY MORE 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕
MONIQUE!!!!! I’m so sorry I’m late but OMG YOU GOT TO 1000 FOLLOWERS!!!!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOUUUUUUUU EEEEEKKK FHUWEAOFHROUAFHU
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oh wow that remus fic was just the best :,) please write more remus
I’m sorry I’m just answering this now! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I love writing for Remus, he’s up there in my faves so I will definitely be writing more of him in the future! 🤗
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A little yummy snip bit of my upcoming pureblooded boyfriend chapter:
‘You cuddle shamelessly into the early afternoon. You’ve run your hand through his hair more times than you can count. He’s run his hand up and down your arm for so long that his arm feels like an extension of yours. You’ve become two bodies entwined into one. Sirius’ forehead is pressed to yours as you whisper and giggle to each other. His lips are inches away. You could simply tip your head forwards and your lips would touch his. You can’t get the thought out of your mind. It looms there the whole time. Lost in the moment, you almost do connect them, forgetting you’re not meant to. Forgetting this is all fake.’
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I did it
Hmmm I’m thinking of changing my theme???
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Hmmm I’m thinking of changing my theme???
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