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hufflautia · 3 years

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046: "I caught the bouquet"

Hufflepuff squeezed her eyes shut as a sea of women ran towards her.

She didn't really wanna be at this wedding. She had social anxiety, for god's sake. But Slytherin had asked her to come - it was his friend's wedding, after all. And as his doting girlfriend of three years, she came. Surprisingly, she had lots of fun. She teared up a little during the wedding vows - the bride was also her friend - and danced with Slytherin even though dancing in front of others made her nervous. Slytherin could be quite the persuader sometimes. The promise of kisses and cuddles when they finally got home convinced her to have a dance with him.

But when it came to the bouquet toss, no matter how much Slytherin encouraged her to join in, Hufflepuff refused. She knew how crazy people got when it came to this activity; she didn't wanna be trampled over a bouquet.

And so she stood in the back of the crowd. Naturally, the bouquet came flying toward her. And with the bouquet came a sea of women rushing toward her. So she did the only thing she could think of at the moment: hold her hands out in an attempt to shield herself. She felt someone smack into her hand and winced.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Hufflepuff cracked an eye open. Some of the women were staring at her with bright eyes while others glared at her with envy. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck, please don't tell me -

"You caught the bouquet!" the bride shrieked, rushing toward her.

Hufflepuff stumbled back at the full force of her friend's embrace. "Yeah," a sheepish smile pulled at the corners of her lips when she pulled away. "I guess that means I'm getting married next."

Her eyes sparkling, she was about to respond when Slytherin appeared. He slipped his hand around Hufflepuff's waist and smiled at the bride, his head moving in an almost imperceptible nod.

The bride nodded back before turning her attention to the two of them. "Well, you guys have fun now!" she clasped her hands, looking at the couple knowingly. "It was really great having you both here on this special day."

After saying their goodbyes, Slytherin and Hufflepuff walked over to one of the nearby tables and sat down. She held up the flowers.

"I caught the bouquet," she smiled weakly.

Slytherin laughed. "You did."

Hufflepuff sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. "That was a lot. Imagine a crowd of people running towards you. It's terrifying."

He hummed, tracing patterns on the palm of her hand.

"I mean," she continued, "how did I even get the bouquet? I was in the back."

"Sometimes things just happen."

Hufflepuff shrugged. "I guess." She lifted her head and gave him a tired look that he knew all too well.

"Do you wanna leave?"

"Yes please."

Slytherin chuckled and took her hand. As they were leaving, he made eye contact with the bride and mouthed 'Thank you'.

She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Good luck, she mouthed back.

FIN.

Originally, I planned for Hufflepuff to catch the bouquet and turn around to Slytherin to say "I caught the bouquet", and he responds with "I guess that's my cue" and bend down on one knee. Then I was like waittt isn't that disrespectful to the bride and groom?? Bc it's their special day, and to have someone else propose at their wedding and take away their special moment is rude. I remember a post where OP was like "if anyone did a proposal at my wedding, Imma die at their funeral"😭. So I came up with the grand idea of "make him propose later but insinuate that this was planned all along".

The bride: EXCUSE ME BUT AM I A FOOTBALL PLAYER??? GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE HUFFLEPUFF I CANT THROW THAT FAR--

Anyways, I liked the bit about social anxiety bc it makes the story feel more realistic; I also liked the "Naturally, the bouquet came flying towards her" because it's funny and gives a more solid voice to the narrator who, I guess, is me. It's sarcastic-y and kind of easy-going, if that makes sense. Hope you enjoyedd<3

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rockinggirl06 · 3 years

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✨ RIRI’S MASTERLIST ✨

Date published: 7/4/21

Last updated: 30/6/21

-- A Harry Potter dedicated blog --

hello there beautiful human. you can call me riri. I joined tumblr as a small thing to do in the summer but now I no longer have free time to manage this blog. however feel free to enjoy this blog. i have mainly fremione content + several other ships. if you ever wanna fangirl/boy/whatever gender you prefer with me or just talk find me on my wattpad linked below !

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-- ALL ORIGINAL POSTS ON TUMBLR --

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-- MY RAMBLINGS --

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💫They are burning all the witches even if you aren't one. They got their pitchforks and proof. Their receipts and reasons.

Fremione:

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-- ALL Fremione incorrect quotes on my blog -- [#fremione incorrect quotes_riri]

Why do i ship Fremione?

Valentines Day Headcannons

1st April birthday special ! ! {Hermione's diary entry}

Drivers license ft. Fremione Part 1

Drivers license ft. Fremione Part 2

Drivers license ft Fremione Part 3 (aka actual update !)

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💫They are burning all the witches even if you aren't one. So light me up, light me up.

Favourites HP random (mine):

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A Jily Oneshot— Truly Madly Deeply -1D

Deamus incorrect quote

Drarry incorrect quote 1 II 2 II

Hinny incorrect quote

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Scorose incorrect quote

Jily incorrect quote

Wolfstar incorrect quote

Sexual tension and a fic named "jealous"

Weasley twins being taller than Ron yuh

Regulus eating ice chips to annoy Sirius hehe

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💫They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad. But why's it feel so good?

Harry Potter playlist ideas:

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Jily oneshot— Truly Madly Deeply -1D

The Black Brothers official theme song-- Coney island and why

Fremione-- Drivers License ( Part 1. Part 2. ACTUAL UPDATE )

Regulus Black-- Head Above Water by @moonyslovely

This is me trying by @thotbutpurple

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💫Most fun I ever had. And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good.

Reviews of my books:

by @destourtereaux -> 💜

by @amourtentiaa -> 💜

by @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins -> 💜

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💫Oh, you say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good? Why's it feel, why's it feel so good? It just felt so good.

More random random =) :

Why Fremione?? by @gingerteaonthetardis

What could have been if Fremione was canon

Fav Jily shot by @ihopuhopwehop

Fremione-- April fools rule by @throughlookinglass

Jegulus-- Reg as a teacher by anon on @regulusprompts

fav puff x sly writer by @hufflautia

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hufflautia · 3 years

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"I just cant see myself ever living without you." for the prompts!

Hufflepuff let out a content sigh as she basked in the glow of the sunset. She turned to look back at Slytherin, and her breath hitched at the sight before her.

“I can't even begin to describe how much you mean to me," he said before she could speak, holding a box while he was down on one knee. “I've thought about this day so many times because you..." He paused, his brows furrowing in thought as Hufflepuff watched with a racing heartbeat. "You make me a better man, you make me laugh even when I don't wanna laugh, you're kind and loving and, just...everything. You're my everything. And I just can't see myself ever living without you. And I'm being dead serious - you've saved my ass from near-death experiences, but let's not get into that right now."

Hufflepuff let out a shaky laugh and stepped closer as he continued.

"The first time I asked you on a date, I remember feeling like the luckiest person alive when you said yes, and then I got to know you better and fuck, I knew then and there that my heart is yours and it will always be yours." He revealed a diamond ring in the box and Hufflepuff clasped her hands over her mouth, overcome with emotion.

A lopsided grin stretched across Slytherin's face as he gazed up at her. "Hufflepuff Tian," his voice was shaking from nerves, "will you marry me?"

Hufflepuff choked back a sob and fell to her knees, pressing her lips against his. His arms enveloped her as he pulled her closer. She pulled back and cupped his face with a watery smile.

"Yes."

FIN.

HELP OH MY GOD WHILE I WAS DRAFTING IT I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE BITCH INSTEAD OF BREATH GUIBFWDAFU

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hufflautia · 3 years

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The Small but Quaint Room in the West Wing

Requested by @dreamerinthesun✨(2/2)

A/N: I titled this one because this is a full-sized fic and I really really like it. Even though I said I'd write a drabble or a ficlet for each request and keep it short and sweet. And then I go and write a whole ass fic. I knew this was gonna happen, it always does. ENJOY!

026: "People are jerks, but not you."

Slytherin ran into a room on the West Wing and shut the door behind her. She listened as footsteps stomped through the hall, holding her breath when someone stopped in front of the door.

"When we find Lestrange, I wanna be the one to hex her," the person said. Slytherin scowled when she realized who it was. Ehione, she thought bitterly. You couldn't hex me if you tried.

"And who exactly are you going to hex, Ms. Ephyx?" an ancient but firm voice said.

Slytherin immediately recognized the voice and winced. She was glad she was behind this door and not out in the hall.

"Professor McGonagall," Ehione stuttered. "You must've misheard, I said vex, not hex!"

Slytherin held back a snicker - she could envision McGonagall's reaction right now: an eyebrow raised, lips pressed together tightly.

McGonagall clearly didn't fall for her bullshit because the next thing she said was, "10 points from Gryffindor. Now come with me, Ms. Ephyx. And the rest of you, get back to your classes before I give you detention too."

"Too?" Ehione fumed. "Why am I getting detention? Slytherin should be the one getting detention, she cast the Leek jinx spell on me!"

Only because you were talking shit about my family! Slytherin thought angrily.

"Yes, Ms. Ephyx, I can clearly see that," McGonagall sighed. "Now please come with me, we need to get you to the Hospital Wing. If you aren't given the counteract potion soon, you could have leeks stuck in your ears permanently."

Slytherin bit her tongue to stop herself from bursting out in laughter and giving up her hidden spot. What a sight, she thought, imagining Ehione walking around with leeks in her ears for the rest of the school year.

Slytherin let out a small breath of relief when the footsteps began to fade away. She walked up the steps and towards the spot next to the window, the place she always sat when she came to this room.

^Visual of what the room looks like. ALSO DOES ANYONE RECOGNIZE THIS PIC ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She gazed upon the Whomping Willow in the distance, deep in thought. It wasn't that she liked getting in trouble. The jinx just happened to spill from her lips when she overheard Ehione talking badly about her family. That prick deserved it anyway.

Slytherin stiffened when she heard the creak of the door and whipped out her wand, lowering it when she caught sight of the intruder. Well, maybe not intruder, per se. Hufflepuff sometimes came to this room too. While Slytherin used this place as a quiet room to think, Hufflepuff used it as a space to hang freely with his creatures. They found this room on their own but had never been there at the same time until one day when Slytherin found him sitting on her spot the day that they first encountered each other. She was a bit irked - after all, it felt like her sacred spot, and to have someone sit on it was...well, annoying. But soon after he chose a seat somewhere else, she warmed up to him; he had a quiet nature and sometimes would show her the creatures he was caring for, and that always put a smile on her face. Though Slytherin would never admit it, there were days in which she walked towards the small but quaint room in the West Wing with a spring to her step, looking forward to sitting next to the window with him and escaping their worries.

But today was not one of those days.

A crooked smile hung on Hufflepuff's lips when they met eyes. Slytherin wasn't in the mood to smile back, so she looked away.

"Hello," Hufflepuff said, taking a seat on the floor across from her.

"Hi."

Slytherin could feel his eyes on her and met his curious gaze with a glare. "What?"

Hufflepuff shook his head and looked away.

"Nothing."

She narrowed her eyes but decided not to press him further. She didn't wanna drive her one friend away. Could she even call him that? She certainly hoped he considered her his friend. She's snapped at him on more than one occasion, but it was never because of him. It's just that she usually came to this room when she was in a bad mood and she needed a place to think. But time and time again, he never snapped back. He just took it. And not in a "use me as your punching buddy" kind of way. It was like he understood.

"People are jerks," she said quietly. "But not you." Never you. "Why is that?"

He scrunched up his nose. "Are you asking me why I'm not a jerk?"

Slytherin would've cracked a smile if she weren't feeling like complete shit. "I'm rude to you, but you never talk back. You don't get angry with me when I'm testing your temper. Why? Someone with common sense wouldn't want to hang out with someone who's mean to them."

Hufflepuff stared at a spot on the wall in thought as Slytherin awaited his response nervously. Why did I say that? I basically told him, "Hey, it would be in your best interest not to be friends with me anymore"—

"I don't think you're mean." Hufflepuff meets her surprised gaze. "I know that you come here because this is a place for you to vent and calm down. Sometimes you take your anger out on me, but I know it's because of whatever you have going on, so I try not to take it personal. You're just angry. But not always. When you're in a good mood, you're funny and witty. And you're also my friend. So why wouldn't I want to hang out with you?"

Slytherin swallowed with difficulty. That was a lot to take in. Not only did he just admit that, yes, he considered her his friend, but he also knew her. He understood.

Hufflepuff seemed to sense that she was at a loss for words, so he pulled something from his pocket and presented it to her. Slytherin smiled and gingerly took the Niffler from him, her fingers brushing against the palm of his hand.

"How's the little guy doing?" she cooed, running her finger over the Niffler's fur as he scurried across her robe, searching for anything shiny. "Caused any mischief lately?"

"Unfortunately so," Hufflepuff sighed dramatically, his bright eyes betraying his mock annoyance. "He stole Slughorn's watch the other way. This little minx would've gotten me into detention if I hadn't stopped him and returned it without Slughorn noticing."

Slytherin hummed, watching as the Niffler tried to pull her house crest off her robe. She pulled him off and looked puzzled when she felt something in his pouch. "What's this?"

Hufflepuff frowned and took the Niffler back, eyeing the creature when he felt it too.

"What'd you take," he said lowly, to which the Niffler looked at him with a smile and a gleam in his eye. He arched an eyebrow and turned him upside down, shaking out the contents of his pouch.

Slytherin's eyes widened as Galleons and other golden items poured onto the floor. Watches, necklaces, and earrings scattered on the ground. Hufflepuff looked aghast while Slytherin doubled-over laughing.

"Where in the blazes did you get that?!" Hufflepuff demanded. "Now we have to find out what belongs to who and return it to them!"

Slytherin wiped at her watery eyes and said between laughs, "Don't worry, I'll help you."

Hufflepuff glanced at her and felt a laugh of his own bubbling in his chest. When a situation as ridiculous as this came along once in a lifetime, one couldn't help but laugh. And that's exactly what they did. They laughed their worries away in this small but quaint room on the West Wing.

Fin.

DID SOMEONE SAY LETA LESTRANGE AND NEWT SCAMANDER😩😩 Also did the bit about the "this is MY special spot" remind anyone of the tree spot in the slytherpuff series??

This is by far my favorite request - I didn't expect this to be so wholesome and cute. Hope you enjoyeddddddd<4!

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hufflautia · 3 years

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Requested by @dreamerinthesun✨(1/2)

008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

Slytherin wiped off the remaining spaghetti sauce on the table and chucked the paper towel into the bin. She turned just in time to see Hufflepuff dump the rest of the ruined meal into the garbage. He met her eyes with a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry I ruined dinner again," he said glumly. He plopped onto an chair and sighed in defeat, fishing out his phone. "Shall we order takeout?" He gave her a quizzical look when she stopped him before he could dial the number.

"You didn't ruin dinner," she said gently. He shot her a knowing look, and she laughed.

"Okay, maybe you did," she amended. "But the gesture was sweet. And so were the past gestures."

"Even when I almost burned our apartment down when I tried to make a cake for your birthday?"

Slytherin cracked a smile as she recalled the shocked expression on his face as smoke was coming out from the oven. It was enough to make her forget about the fire hazard and double-over laughing.

"Even that one," she smiled and slipped her hand through his, entwining their fingers. "I love you a lot," the corner of Hufflepuff's lips lifted at this, "but please stop trying to cook me dinner. You suck."

Hufflepuff laughed, his spirits lifted. "Fair enough."

Slytherin smiled and gestured at his phone. "Can we order takeout now? I'm starving."

"Pizza?" Hufflepuff asked, though he already knew.

"With sausage and pepperoni please."

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missdawnandherdusk · 3 years

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Will You Go With Me?

Neville X Reader

Summary: Ginny turns Neville’s proposal to the Yule Ball, and you go to comfort him finding yourself in quite a situation.

A/n: I have no idea where this came from but boy is it PRECIOUS. It’s soft and fluffy and cute and Neville is just the best. It’s just a drabble so about 1k words, but so precious.

I was in the common room curled up with a book when I watched the events unfold before me and there was nothing that I wanted more than to curl up in my book and to not witness them.

“So, Ginny,” Neville dared to approach the fiery redhead, “I was thinking that maybe, you know that if you’re uh, not going to the Ball... with anyone yet, maybe that possibly you and I could go... maybe?” Stumbling over his words, he as flushed to the color of her hair, presenting a flower that he had no doubt grown himself. The tangible awkwardness could be cut with a knife.

“Wow,” Ginny stood, flustered. “That’s... totally sweet of you. But uh... someone else already asked me, sorry,” She left quickly after that and Neville sank down to the nearest couch, twirling the flower between his fingers.

I got up, setting my book down. Neville and I never really talked before. He was in some of my classes and when we were paired together, he’d keep his head down and barely say a word. I left something to be desired.

“Hey Neville,” I approached slowly.

“Sorry I’ll move,” He stood immediately.

“No, wait, hang on,” I reached out for him. “Sit,” I gestured as we both took our place. I... um, just wanted to say that I saw what happened with Ginny and I think it was totally unfair,” His unsteady hazel eyes flashed to mine. “Any girl in the school would be lucky to go to the Ball with a guy as nice as you,” I offered a smile and stood.

“Really? You mean that?” He looked hopeful.

“I do,” I went to go back to my book. To be fair I should have seen it coming.

“Will you go with me?” He offered his flower out, catching me off guard. He asked again. “Will you go to the Ball with me?”

“...Yes.” With a hesitant smile I took the flower he offered.

“Awesome,” The light shining in his eyes was something that I couldn’t dare take away. “I’ll uh... pick you up at six?” I nodded and he left the common room leaving me to my thoughts.

To tell the truth, I never planned on going with anyone to the Ball. I had a few friends who were going, and we were going as a crew. It was easy and nothing to stress about. I looked at the flower in my hands and smiled to myself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so awful to go with Neville. I just didn’t know anything about him.

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Ginny rushed back into the common room. “I’m so glad you said yes. I felt just awful,”

“I... yeah. It’ll be fun,” I smiled. “Neville is a sweet guy,”

It was the next day that I ran into a dilemma McLaggen in the common room. The Gryffindor Seeker had no insecurity as he walked up to me amidst the other students. It had been no secret that McLaggen had been trying to initiate something with me over the past few years. If he wasn’t so egotistical and bigoted, I might have said yes.

“So, Y/l/n,” He grinned. “Go to the ball with me,” He didn’t make it a question.

“Oh, uh, someone already asked me,” I gave.

“Who? Longbottom?” He laughed. “You can’t be serious. Ditch the nerd and go with a real man,”

From across the room my eyes met Neville’s. In despair, he shook his head and left the common room like a bat out of hell. My heart fell, clearly distracted.

“I doubt that’s you,” I snapped. “Keep dreaming McLaggen. At least Neville was a gentleman when he asked.” I pushed past him and the ruffling that out little scene caused in the common room and went to look for Neville.

The corridor was empty. Looking to the left and right, the cold night gave no answer as to which way Neville went. Muttering to myself, I took a chance of where he might be. Maybe I knew something about him after all.

“Neville?” I asked the greenhouse softly. “Are you in here?”

There was a rustling in the corner. A stool scraping against the tile floor.

“Neville, I want to talk,” I pleaded, making my way over to the sound. I found him hunched over a notebook, focused on the lines his pencil made.

“You want to go with McLaggen,” He didn’t look up. “I get it,”

“No,” I corrected. “Even if I did want to go with the sleaze ball,” I muttered offhand. “I still made the promise to you, and I’m not going to break that promise,”

He finally looked up.

“Really?” He seemed genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” I smiled, taking the seat beside him. “You have to give yourself some more credit Neville. You really are a sweet guy,”

“You barely know me,” He mumble.

“Yeah... I thought that too. But I found you here didn’t I? That’s gotta count for something,”

“I suppose it does,” Neville smiled up at me. “You really turned McLaggen down?”

“Yes,” I laughed, gaze falling and catching sight of his paper. “Did you draw this?” I was amazed. It was a perfect replica of the flower he had given me.

“Uh, uh, yes,” He stammered, growing red.

“Can I see it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, delighting in how flustered he always got. He slid the paper toward me, bashful.

“This is incredible,” I ran my finger over the sketch. “What kind of flower is it? The one you gave me? I’m not very good at plant names unless they’re the common ones,” I admitted.

“Anemone coronaria,” Neville said matter-of-factly. “It originates from the Mediterranean and its name comes from the Greek meaning wind. They come in a lot of colors based on what soil you use, I’m partial to the white ones, but that’s just...me.” He caught my eye as he ended, growing flustered again. “Sorry I tend to rant. I know plants aren’t all that interesting,”

“I think they are,” I reached out and covered his hand with my own. “Neville?” His eyes met mine, “Will you go to the Ball with me?”

“Wh—I—okay,” He stammered, grinning at his lap. “I’d love to,”

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missdawnandherdusk · 3 years

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an americano

Remus X Reader (coffee shop AU)

Summary: He always asked for the same coffee order, but one day, he finally asks for your name.

A/n: So, I put up a post and the lovely @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room responded first with a request for a Remus drabble so here it is! Our soft nervous precious Remus. I limited myself to about 1k words, so it is truly a drabble, but I’m willing to do a part two if y’all are into it. It’s super cute, and yes, I may or may not be a barista at a coffee shop, but that’s beside the point. and I am seriously judging you if you like americanos

“So, you come here often?”

He had been coming here for weeks. Maybe a few months. And every time he followed the same routine. He’d walk from the small bookshop across the way and into my café just as my shift was coming to its midway point. Always in a jumper. Always with a beat-up satchel. He’d order an americano and sit in the corner booth and tap on his laptop and work through a book, frowning and typing again, until his coffee was gone, and he seemed satisfied with his progress.

Remus. The name he’d put for the order. The first time I wrote it on his cup was customary. By his third visit, I didn’t bother. I knew who he was. By his fifth, he just waved, and I smiled, already pulling the shot of espresso for his americano. After a while I’d write stupid things on his cup. The slower days when we were the only two in the café. The color of his jumper, a silly variation of his name, whatever the main character of his book was.

“Seeing as I work here,” I baited with a smile. “Yes,”

“Right,” He stammered. “Um...”

“Do you want another coffee?” I prompted, as he looked down, blushing a bright pink.

“I... uh.” He finally glanced up. “I don’t know your name,” He rushed out.

I looked at him a moment, taken by surprise.

“And I would ask you to join me for coffee, when you’re off your shift of course... or maybe on your day off if you even want to not that you have to, but I realize that I can’t exactly do that if I don’t know your name, so...” His nervousness left me scrambling to keep up with his rushed words.

“Y/n,” I gave a reassuring smile. “And I’ll join you for coffee as long as I don’t have to drink an americano,”

Now it was his turn to look shocked. As if my acceptance of his offer wasn’t expected.

“I’m sorry, what?” He stumbled.

“Americanos,” I clarified. “I don’t know how you manage them, because they’re just awful,”

Whatever he had been thinking was abandoned to defend his drink of choice.

“They’re not that bad,” He refuted. “And I’m lactose intolerant, so I don’t really have much of a choice,”

I pursed my lips and chuckled. “Go sit, I’ll be there in a minute,” I sat across from him, setting a cup of coffee in front of him that held a warm amber color. He studied me and the cup.

“This has milk in it,” He accused.

“Oat milk, completely lactose free,” I rose my own mug of coffee. “It’s the only way I take my coffee anymore. I haven’t put any sugar in it, I don’t know how sweet you like it and I didn’t want to overdose you,”

“Oat milk,” Remus pondered, picking up a fair share of sugar packets. “I never would have thought of that,”

“Here’s to good coffee, not watered-down espresso,” I raised my mug and we both took a sip together and I watched his eyes widen at the coffee in his cup.

“This is brilliant,” His eyes lit up.

“You’d think that after the few months you’ve been here constantly, you’d figure out we had non-dairy options,” I teased lightly, and he blushed slightly.

“I... I was distracted. So, I ordered what I knew,” He stammered, staring at his coffee.

“Distracted?” I pressed. “Lost in too many books then?”

“Well, yes. But no,” He chuckled. “There’s this pretty barista who works here that keeps me off balance.” I hid behind my mug my cheeks warming.

“That so?” I tried to play off, but he caught my flush and grinned. “Then why the hell did it take you three months to ask for my name?” I accused, chuckling.

“Well, I don’t know!?” He laughed. “You just so... you!”

“What is that even supposed to mean!?” I giggled.

“I don’t know,” His face was red from the laughter and the unanswered questions.

“I’m glad you did finally ask,” I admitted, fidgeting with a spare napkin. “Are you a student? You’re always here with a book,”

“Grad student,” He clarified. “Working on my dissertation. I have an internship at the shop across the way,”

“You’re there most days that I work,” I noted. “You always come for coffee,”

“Yeah, well,” He ducked his head. “I may or may not have accidentally memorized your schedule, so that our hours are close to the same,” We both blushed again.

“Little creepy,” I raised an eyebrow, “And kinda a shame. I’d love to come and bug you while you’re working,”

“Oh... I—you like to read?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and he backtracked. “Not to say that you don’t! But it’s a shop filled with—”

“Vintage books, classics, literature, mythology. I know,” I smiled. “I frequent there. Even before you came around,”

“Really?”

I nodded and nursed my coffee. “I might not seem like it, but I’m also a student. I work here for the extra cash,”

“Right,” He fumbled. “I—read anything interesting lately?” He redirected the conversation, and I could tell that he was more comfortable with the topic. It wasn’t hard to pick up that he wasn’t one for small talk, but his eyes lit up at the mere mention of a book.

“Some work by De Pizan, my professor is doing a seminar on her,” I gave. “It’s really interesting, I’m enjoying it a lot,”

“De Pizan,” He mused. “Middle Ages? Rhetorist, right?” I nodded and smiled. “It’s been a while since I’ve read anything of hers for class, or fun or that matter. I remember liking her work though, she was a proto-feminist,”

“Yes...” I was surprised by his base of knowledge.

“Sorry, I know I ramble,” He ducked his head.

“I think it’s cute,”

“Oh... well,” Remus was becoming a permanent shade of pink.

“You don’t do this sort of thing often do you?” I prompted.

“What gave it away?”

“Well, I mean there is the whole name ordeal. Then of course, you’re a shy book nerd, that’s obvious, but honestly, you’re nervous for all the wrong reasons,” I supplied.

He gaped at me as if he didn’t know what to address about what I said first. While he was deciding, I reached out and placed my hand over his.

“As someone else with anxiety, let me tell you, you’re doing just fine.”

“Yeah?” His eyes were hopeful.

I nodded and glanced at the clock. “Well, my break is over, but you’re welcome to hang out.” I stood, gathering both of our empty mugs. “And thanks... for finally asking,”

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