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poraphia · 9 months

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"A Heart-Shaped Necklace."

heartbroken!wilbur x newlywed!reader 1971 words • 8.11.23 cw ~ unrequited love, heartbreak, depictions of vomiting. Reader uses she/her pronouns! wilbur soot masterlist

I was going to give you a heart-shaped necklace after a gig in Paris, but you met your future husband, and it wasn't me.

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“Will, seriously, we don’t have to do this, mate.”

I clutched the brim of the toilet seat. The bottomless pit in my stomach served me no good other than throwing up what little breakfast I had this morning. My temples pulsed as I could do nothing but kneel over what disgusting mess I’d created before me. I shook my head, exhaling a shuddered sigh.

“I promised her. I promise we would perform…” I mumbled in a croaky voice. With what strength I could muster, I reached over to flush the toilet before standing up with wobbly knees. To prevent myself from stumbling I leaned against the stall’s wall, backing up a bit to unlock the door and to face my band mate.

There stood Joe. The man that agreed to ditch our previous band to start Lovejoy. The man that has seen me through every breakdown and tear to my heart when I would catch a glimpse of her face at my shows. The man that has been with me through thick and thin. He gave me a half-hearted smile, but it wasn’t enough to hide his furrowed eyebrows and eyes glossing with concern.

“Will–”

“Joe, please!” I begged. I brushed past him and made my way toward the sink, washing my face to fight back the nausea. “I just– want to be there for her, okay?! I want to give her the most perfect day possible. I want her to feel like– like she’s on top of the world! And if performing for her and–” I choked on my own words, stumbling in my nonsense. “H-her fucking shit husband.” I propped myself on my elbows, staring at my reflection before looking at Joe. “Then fucking fine! I don’t even give a shit about him?! I care about HER!” I shouted, slamming my fists onto the marble counter. “ITS FUCKING FINE!”

But who was I kidding?

I put my head down, clenching my jaw to avoid any sobs that would’ve dared to escape my lips. Joe, with careful steps, approached me, placing a hand on my back. My quickened breathing started to ease down. However, that painful ache in my chest that felt like boulders pressing down my body remained. If the weight were to suddenly manifest in front of me, with open arms I would’ve accepted its crushing embrace, accepting the sweet release of death.

Yet here I stand in the bathroom with my bandmate and friend crying over what loss I had no way of preventing.

I’ve loved (y/n) since our first gig.

We had been friends for a while before that, but I distinctly remember telling her that my first performance will be the next day, and within the same hour, she called off of work and made plans to drive all the way to Brighton to come see me. Once she made it, she brought us cold bottles of water and showed nothing but her undying support.

When we had finished the performance, she ran up to me, and with open arms I engulfed her in the biggest hug, mumbling bits of gratitude in her ear as she exchanged back with praises. I felt like the happiest man on Earth. Nothing could strip away what joy she brought me for she has seen me through scrapped lyrics and broken guitar strings.

I planned to confess to her on stage.

It was envisioned perfectly in my head. After our performance in Paris and the stage had been cleaned out, I would ask the stage crew if I could borrow the set for another hour. I bought roses, a mini stereo for us to listen to our favorite music, and a golden necklace to profess my love to her.

And oh, how I imagined her smile.

I was so giddy that day too. My heart was dancing in my chest and my energy reflected it like a mirror. I woke up early before everyone else despite the jetlag. I had the widest smile on my face each time I would brush my hand against my pocket, and there rested the velvet box which I shall present to her later. I told my bandmates my plan over soundcheck and they all cheered me on. There was not a single doubt she would say no.

That was until during the concert.

In the midst of me performing consequences, I searched among the crowd to find that face. That gorgeous face that would never leave my dreams. Eventually… I did find her. My eyes widened as I looked over to Joe, who caught the same sight as well. My heart, once pumping a lovesick melody, came to a stop and dropped onto the floor below me. There she was, with hands wrapped around the neck of a man I’d never seen. Their faces were just centimeters apart as those lips I only daydreamed of kissing were parted just for him. It felt like the world around me stopped moving, and despite the screaming crowd in front of me, I was only listening to an ear-ringing screech and my heart beating in my ears.

Painfully, I strained out,

“I’m yours. I’m yours! I’M YOURS!”

I liberated my pain and anguish in the final verse of The Fall. Thousands of fans screamed and cheered for me, but I was only met with lonesome. I looked over to (y/n) who was now clapping and cheering as well. The man still wrapped his arms around her.

I smiled at her, and she smiled at me back.

I didn’t dare to face her after the show. As soon as I left the venue I buried myself into hotel blankets and pillows as if this grief was pinning me down by the neck, choking me into this mattress as I lost all strength to get up. The next morning Mark noted that she was looking for me, but I shook it off.

It took me a while to even face her again. When she asked me what happened that night I lied through my teeth and told her I was sick for a long while and didn’t want her to get sick either. It took persuasion like a lawyer to convince her, but she accepted it in the end.

I took in a sharp inhale, and looked up to meet Joe’s gaze. He looked over at his watch. “We’re going to be going on in ten. Are you ready?”

I looked back at my reflection, squeezing my eyelids shut to blink away the tears. Every breath I took felt like a shudder. My voice only came out in weary croaks. But still, I stood up straight and looked back at Joe.

“Give me five minutes.”

With what sanity I had left, I freshened myself up by washing my face and pressing down my suit and tie. After some soft encouragements to myself and convincing myself that I look fine, I pushed open the door and was again met with the dim-lit reception littered in white floral decor. People were happily dancing under the shimmering disco ball. Friends and family were laughing with one another at different white rounded tables topped with bouquets. Chefs were working promptly as they dished out all sorts of fresh foods for the ravenous guests.

But what stood out the most was the bride and groom, (y/n) and Jared, sitting at a long white table by themselves. They smiled at each other lovingly, holding each other’s hands on the table with their new golden bands wrapped around their finger. I bit the insides of my cheek, having to rip my gaze off of the couple, and headed toward the small stage where we were placed. Mark and Ash exchanged worried glances at the sight of me.

“Will, are you—”

“I’m fine.” I quickly muttered to Mark. I looked over to Joe. He checked his watch before nodding toward me. Ignoring the worried exchange of glances from my bandmates, I tapped on the microphone, grabbing the reception’s attention. The DJ ushered down his music.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, we are Lovejoy.” I spoke in a low voice but forced a smile as I talked. “I’d like to, uh– congratulate the bride and groom over there. Hi guys.” I slightly waved to them as the guests cheered. (Y/n) grinned at me, and I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach. I looked down at my mic, determined to keep my focus.

“I’d like to especially thank (y/n). She’s been with me since we started this band, and I– I couldn’t be more thankful.” I looked back at her again, and there she was. Her stunning white gown was decorated with rhinestones. Her hair was styled beautifully, flowing gingerly with the soft AC cooling the venue. Her lips were colored subtly with a shade that matched her gentle skin.

What was missing was a pretty heart-shaped necklace that was supposed to be given to her after a performance in Paris.

I cleared my throat. “We’re Lovejoy, and this is Call Me What You like.”

I spent the next twenty minutes with the band as we performed various songs from our different EPs. My heart slightly ached with each song I shouted into the mic, knowing that most of these songs' meanings have changed over time. A breakup album dedicated to the United Kingdom? More like intense jealousy of wishing to get in between my friend’s healthy relationship because I’ve longed for her more than anything.

We were nearing the end of our performance, with our last song “It’s all futile, it’s all pointless.” A song that she loved even before the band began. A song that she would ask for me to play when she used to visit my apartment. A song she asked me to teach her as she sat between my legs with her back pressed against my chest and I would guide her hands and fingers from behind. I closed my eyes and talked through the lyrics. The noise soon started to drown out. No longer there was an audience in front of me with guitars and drums to accompany my vocals.

I was back at my old flat, and there (y/n) sat on my couch as I sat on the floor. I was smiling up at her with fingers pressed against steel strings with my thumb rhythmically strumming down.

“We’re getting to your favorite part.” I noted. She giggled, kicking her legs.

“I know!” She beamed.

“Ready?” I asked, scooting closer to her. She nodded. With voices harmonizing we sang the final run of the song. I couldn’t help but stare at her. How she closed her eyes while she sang. How she fiddled with a pillow in her lap with a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, concentrating on getting the lyrics perfectly.

My only wish in this world is to drink in that look once again. To have a moment like that again.

I felt the tears pricking at my eyes as the memory fades out. The music and crowd crashed into my senses, and soon enough, I was back at this dreaded venue. With what passionate rage I had left, I belted out the final words. Her favorite part.

“Eat my rent!”

”and eat my food!” Her faded voice echoed back.

“And eat my dues–!

“and eat those kids!” I screamed out the last words, straining what little voice I had left, letting the tears roll down my cheeks and onto my blazer. The band riffed into intensity as I felt the inside of my pocket again, the box still there. The guitars, the bass, the trumpet, and the drums, all halting to an end–

I looked up and smiled at her.

“And maybe use a sextant.”

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a / n ~ angsty hehe. this is my fav fic so far. reblogs are appreciated :D!!

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theallenshorefangirl · 5 months

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How bad can this be(very bad I cried writing this)

⚠️Warning this mini story is more about Z's lore on her bad schizophrenia and paranoia along with how her father abused her.⚠️

It was around 1am and Z laid in bed across the room from where Allen was.The soft light from the moon could be seen through her window.But she was trapped in a nightmare with something,someone who wanted to trigger her anxiety and fear and panic.He laughs sadistically.”Oh, you know what, what is schizophrenia like, anyway? Have you heard voices? Have you seen horrific figures in the darkness before? Have you had paranoid delusions about things? Is that why you locked yourself in that room?”

He laughs as he taunts Zoe.”Oh, your schizophrenia, you say?” He laughed. “It runs in your family, does it? Your so-called brother suffered, no? Is that where this fear of flames comes from? His fear? Does that explain your self-hatred? You're scared that you might become like him!? Agent Rainbow laughed more,the oil dripped from his mouth as he coughed and laughed more.Z looked around frantically trying to escape the nightmare.He laughs again.

”Oh, how adorable!No, no... this is all a part of the game,Zoe, and you're playing it quite well.”Leave me Alone!?” Z looked around,she was in some nightmare visage type version of her Shadow forms place the night sky was red and looked like he'll boiled over and the floor was filled with not a galaxy like floor but Rainbow chemical.She wore a similar version of her shadow forms outfit only it was more fabricated than its wax form.”Let me wake up you ugly slug!?” “Now calm down there, Zoe... we can't have a mental breakdown right now. You've got to hang in there for a few more minutes. Let this mind-game play out a bit longer. Who knows what we might see next?” He chuckles as the room goes pitch black.”No,what did you do,where's the lights!?” Z panics trying to find her flash beacon that was on the table.

Ah, I see your schizophrenia is flaring up in this darkness. Are some horrific things moving around in there with you? Or is your mind playing tricks on you? You know, Zoe, there is nothing scarier than the darkness... the absence of light. A true void. A vacuum which can suck you up and consume you without a second thought. So, I say to you, Zoe, why don't you go deeper into that darkness?

Why don't you see what happens? Go on my dear girl, go deeper into the void,or are you scared of what lies in the darkness.” Her heart beats out of her chest in pain,she can hear the familiar voice chiming in her head.She clutches her head backing up from where she stood.Rainbow grabs her shoulders and sits her down in a chair.”Now watch a familiar song and dance happen in front of you!” The wall in front of them starts glowing and memories that haunted Zoe appeared.

A small child around 10 was sobbing in her room,and the slam of the front door could be heard along with the shuffling of feet.A shatter of a bottle and quick footsteps to the child's bedroom.”Daddy?” The small sobbing child looked up.”Don't you play innocent,you little bitch.” The father grabbed the child's arm and slashed it with the beer bottle,blood trickling down the child's arm as she struggled.”Dad what are you doing!?” She sounded panicked and scared.”Shut up,you killed your mother, you disappointing child.” The child kept crying “But she died of natural causes!” The child begged but the father didn't listen.This kept happening every day and night,the child slept with the lights on,but when the father came in she quickly turned them off.He waited in the dark watching.The small child had bandages on both her arms and her legs from were she would escape the terrible beatings.She even had a long cut near her throat from the attempt her father almost committed there were three cuts on her neck covered with a bandage.

This kept happening for years till she turned 18.One night she got the courage to pack her things that were important like clothes and medication and grabbed all the cash she was saving,along with some from her father's wallet.She bought a bus ticket and left home.”Please stop showing me this!?” Zoe had tears in her eyes, rubbing her arms,and pulling her legs up to her chest.”How about we continue!” Rainbow laughed.

The bus stopped at Milton Haven and the rain poured heavily as the young woman got off the bus.It took an hour to make it to town and it was only 3:30pm.She looked around aimlessly and bumped into the local lighthouse keeper coming from the apartment building.”Oh I'm so sorry.” The young woman apologized with her head hung down,her blue jacket and long brown hair hiding her face well.”It's ok,I wasn't looking where I was going ... .Say ain't you a little too young to be out here,you might catch a cold?” The worried male said shyly.”Oh I ran away from home.” She spoke,her voice was shaking and hard to understand from her quiet sobbing.” The Lighthouse keeper wanted to ask but he was more worried about her safety.”I know I'm a stranger to you but let's go someplace dry and get you warmed up,you don't need to catch pneumonia in the rain.” He offered his umbrella as the young woman sniffled,and sobbed.

It was about an hour and they were at the house next to Point Icarus Lighthouse.”I'm sorry where are my manners,I'm Allen,Allen Shore the lighthouse keeper of Point Icarus Lighthouse.” He gave a small smile. “I….Im….Zoe.” She was frightened and stuttered a lot.”Hey,it's ok,I won't hurt you,say how about some warm food and some tea?” He kindly offered.”If that is ok…” She looked to the floor. ”Of course,my treat! I know you just met me but why did you run away?” He looked concerned.”My father….he kept blaming me for my mother's death….he kept abusing me ever since I was ten…..he would drink so much and would beat me up.Leave cuts and bruises on me….” She sobbed.Allen and Zoe both chatted for hours as the storm poured.”Say it's badly pouring out there, do you want to stay,there is a spare room.” He spoke with a gentle soothing tone.”That would be nice.” She had finished the chicken noodle soup and tea he gave her.”Don't worry about the dishes,I'll get them later,you can go shower and rest.I need to go do my nightly Lighthouse chores.” He got up and put on a long yellow rain poncho and yellow boots.”Thank you…Allen.” He nodded and left outside.

Zoe showered and looked at herself in the mirror,and took the scissors from the sink. “Hair holds memories ... .but all the good memories are gone….” She then cuts her hair as tears streamed down her cheeks.She had put her pjs on and placed her dirty clothes in the hamper that was outside the bathroom door.And walked into the spare room.She noticed the red light in there that was plugged into the wall.It soothed her as she was finally able to sleep in awhile.

“Stop you jerk,seeing the past….it hurts.” She sobbed as Rainbow laughed and disappeared.”Well I've had my fair share in tormenting you! Welp off to pester Desmond!” Agent Rainbow laughed and weezed.Zoe was left on the floor a bumbling sobbing mess.The wall went black as the room returned to normal.

It was about 5am and Allen was sitting at Z's bedside with a half sleepy and half worried expression on his face.”Zoe…Zoe wake up please you're having a nightmare again! Please wake up!” Allen was very worried.Z shot up sobbing and shaking and gasping for air.”Allen! He came again and he made me watch the thing that keeps me up from time to time again!” She was sobbing and shaking.Allen pulled her close into a hug.

It was quiet and the hug lasted till the both fell asleep with the blanket on their shoulders and Z had her head on Allen's shoulder as the morning sun arose from the sea.And Allen had a fresh quick poem he wrote before he fell asleep.

Oh Moon, why do you weep such sorrow and woe unto the ocean,the stars you weep that fall into the ocean cause no disturbance but worry I the sun.Why do you weep such sorrowful moondust when I am here to protect you? I am trying my best to help you and others.But shall I try harder to help you and others dear moon.

---Allen

#insoundmindocthesorrow #insoundmindoc #in sound mind oc #insoundmindzoestape #insoundmindzoe

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futurebicon · 4 years

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Can you please do the team reacting to Sirius having a panic attack (during like a movie night or something) and Remus calming him down🥺🥺🥺 I had the idea bouncing around in my head for a few days but I don’t write

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Mini Series Part 6

I’m not even kidding you I started writing this a few days ago because I had this idea. But I didn’t know if I wanted to post it or not.

(Also I didn’t know any movies that show abuse so it’s just going to be the movie)

Warning: mentions of child abuse, panic attack, semi graphic description of child abuse, flashbacks

Sirius was snuggled up against Remus on the couch as the movie reflected in his eyes.

It was a pretty good drama. James had picked it even though he just closed his eyes and held down the buttons on the remote for varied amounts of times and then click when he though it was shuffled enough.

Sirius’s face began to drop as yelling came through the speakers.

One voice younger and one voice older.

The teenage girl was standing in her room, pushing against the door, trying to get it closed enough to turn the lock.

Her father stood on the other side, pounding against the door pushing back against it. Both of them screaming at the other.

The girl begging him to go away and leave her alone, voice shrill.

Her father screaming how nothing good would ever happen to her, how she would regret how she treated him, how she ruined his life.

Worthless, sinner, waste of space, disgrace. His voice boomed.

He gave a hard push on the door.

Sirius knew what was coming next, he had acted in this scene.

The dad slapped her before changing his open palm to a closed fist. Holding her tight by the hair to keep her up as he landed punch after punch.

Ignoring his daughters pleas to please stop, his eyes filled to the brim with anger.

He ended the assault by grabbing her hair even tighter, slamming her head against the wall.

Sirius’s mind went blank.

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“Sirius?” Remus asked as he felt Sirius’s breathing pick up against his chest.

Remus’s eyes widened as he glanced at the TV.

“Shit. James turn it off. Turn it off” Remus told him, sitting up and lift Sirius onto his lap. The screaming on the screen ended abruptly.

“Sirius, hey, breathe for me.”

But Sirius was too far lost in the memories. His mind fast forwarding through them. A flash of a shrill scream, a booming voice, a sting of the belt, the pain of a heel digging in, the sound of skin connecting hard against skin and bone. He could hear Remus’s voice but didn’t know how to get back to it.

“Sirius, come on. Please, baby.”

“What’s going on?” James asked.

“The scene. It made him have flashbacks of his parents. Damn it, I should of realized.”

“It’s not your fault.” Lily told him.

“What can we do?” Dumo asked.

“Can you grab me a cold cloth, some ice?”

Celeste stood up and went into the kitchen, returning with a cup of ice and wet cloth.

Remus wrapped an ice cube in the cloth and held it against Sirius’s neck. The shaking boy winced but still stayed trapped in his mind.

“Baby come on, come on. Please, Sirius. You’re okay, you’re not there anymore.”

Sirius’s mind paused. Trapped on a memory that dissolved away slowly.

He jolted forward, snapped out of his daze. Remus dropped the cloth and pulled him close.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re safe, you got out of there. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Remus soothed him.

Sobs sent tremors through his body.

“Shh, shh, shh. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I should of realized. I’m so sorry.”

Sirius shook his head, they all knew it meant that Remus shouldn’t be sorry.

“Breathe, love. You’re safe. Everything okay. I’m right here. You’re okay. Just breathe”

It took over 30 minutes for the sobs to stop and Sirius was able to catch his breath. “Sorry” he muttered into Remus’s neck.

“No, Sirius. You have nothing to be sorry for. I should of realized as soon as that part came on.”

“Not your fault” Sirius’s voice was smaller then they had ever heard it. Remus kissed his head.

“Do you want to go home?” Remus asked him.

He shook his head. Silently telling Remus that he just needed to be held by Remus right now. Couldn’t handle the car ride seperated from his warmth.

“Do you want to just watch a different movie and calm down a little more before we do?”

Sirius nodded. Remus looked at James who exited the movie they were watching and chose a stand up comedy show to lighten up the darkened mood at least a little.

Sirius lasted about 10 minutes before falling asleep, exhausted form the breakdown.

@lumosinlove

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loveactionsspeaklouder · 3 years

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we belong together - kylian mbappé and julian draxler fanfic

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january 2024| paris

"I still can't believe this," Ruby chuckled, showing Molly the photo on her phone. She sipped her water (I know, shocking) and shook her head, rolling her eyes and turning to face the TV. It had been four weeks since the news had broken about Rosalie's pregnancy and the end of Molly and Kylian's affair. She didn't feel right continuing it knowing he was going to be a father. After her mini breakdown, she was ambushed with all these feelings, emotions she hadn't felt in over a year. "What do you think?"

"It's cute," Molly started. "I'm not really bothered," she shrugged. Ruby eyed the brunette; she noticed how different she was, it was starting to feel like the woman she was three years ago, was finally returning. "He has his life and I have mine, that's it."

For once, Molly wasn't lying. Most people were expecting the news of the engagement to break her, but it had a totally different effect on her. She was starting to feel comfortable in her skin again; she wasn't scared to cry or feel upset, she found herself crying a lot more (only when she thought of her dad) and continuing to keep falling in love with Adam. The old Molly, was starting to make a comeback.

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january 2024| paris

It was ten in the evening; Molly and Julian were quietly laying in her bed having spent the past few hours entangling themselves in the sheets. He had a protective arm around her waist, she rested her head on his chest. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she smiled and kissed his jaw. Adam was away for work; Molly had decided to call Julian for a catch-up, a few glasses of wine, serious conversations and tears later, they found themselves unable to keep their hands of each other. It was something that they both didn't expect to happen, but they didn't regret it. "Are you?"

"Of course," Julian cheekily grinned. He leaned forward and pushed Molly's hair out of her eyes, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She rolled on her stomach and rested her head on her hands, gazing up at the German. "I like this side of you."

She felt her cheeks warm, she lowered her head and kissed his bare shoulder. "What sides that?"

"The cheeky, sexy, gentle side," Julian winked. Softly, he traced a finger across her cheek and then her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and breathed in. "Why did you change her? I missed her."

Molly ignored the way his words made her heart pound, instead releasing the breath she didn't realise she was still holding. "She was an emotional wreck, everything happened at once and I felt like I was alone and nobody loved me."

Julian closed his eyes, remembering the various conversations he had shared with the brunette over the past two years. He kept his eyes closed, sighing before he spoke. "Molly, so many people love you. I know this because I'm one of them," he opened his eyes and held her face in his hands. "I know what you went through was tough, but that doesn't mean you have to erase everything about yourself."

"Was I really that bad?"

"Yes," he exhaled. He kissed her nose and rested his forehead against hers. "It was scary but I knew you were still in there. Although I don't agree with what you're doing to Adam, either break-up with him or stop cheating!"

She swallowed and rolled her eyes. He was right; the new Molly would have responded with a sassy comeback, but she was long gone, the old Molly was left speechless. She leaned forward and kissed him, climbing onto his lap to straddle him. He chuckled and squeezed her hips before speaking again. "What are you thinking about?"

"How screwed up I am," she groaned. Julian pinched her cheek and grinned. "I need help."

"Don't we all," he sniggered. She playfully glared and ran her hands down his bare chest. They stayed silent for a few minutes, watching each other's eyes. "Remember how we used to sit like this in silence and nearly miss work," he laughed. "I couldn't stop staring at you. Hearing you laugh at one of my lame jokes. Watching you nearly roll your eyes out of your head. Physically you are beautiful, but inside is my favourite part of you. You have no clue how breathtaking you are."

Molly's eyes glossed over, Julian watched and tucked some hair behind her ear. He pulled her closer and passionately kissed her like it was their first time, putting every ounce of emotion in his body into it. He licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, she agreed. Their make-out session lasted a few long minutes. "Julian," she moaned, breaking away. She kissed the side of his mouth. "Thank you."

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january 2024| paris

Molly was watching TV in her apartment. It was a Friday night and she was sat scrolling through her Instagram jealous of everybody's going-out pictures. She rolled her eyes and chucked her phone on the couch; she was already upset that she was alone on a Friday night, she didn't need her mood to worsen. Adam was away on business; she started to find it weird how many trips he took, secretly, she hoped he was seeing somebody behind her back. She heard a knock on her door, finally some company, she thought. "Can I come in?"

She tapped a finger on her chin, pondering her answer. Kylian was getting impatient, he came to see her for one reason and he wasn't waiting around. "Please Molly, I need to speak to you," he pleaded. She nodded and allowed him to walk through the door. "You look good."

"How's your fiancé?" Molly sassed. She was slightly starting to regret her short affair with Kylian; she didn't know why, but she felt sorry for Rosalie. And this is why you turned off your feelings, she internally rolled her eyes.

Kylian was quiet for a few moments. "She's doing well," he paused. "I still can't believe I'm going to be a father, it's quite surreal," he bit his lip, watching as Molly looked at the floor. "How've you been?"

"Did I do something wrong?" she suddenly blurted. He cocked his head and chewed his lip, confused at her question. It wasn't like it was you who got Rosalie pregnant, he thought. He knew that if he wasn't going to be a father, their affair would still have carried on.

"What do you mean?"

"You chose Rosalie over me," Molly sighed. Kylian looked at the floor and exhaled, running his hands over his face before he gazed at her, her eyes were glossy. "You chose her at the start; you could have told me how you felt, but you didn't. Then when I really needed you, you left me and chose her again. You always keep going back to her."

"Moll, please don't do this no..."

"Do what?" she interrupted. "You can question me, but I can't do it to you? Is there something wrong with me?"

"No," he scoffed. Kylian stood up and walked closer to where Molly was sat, he sat next to her and cupped her cheeks. "You are perfect; you're beautiful, funny, caring, you made it easy to fall in love with you. But I can't answer your question, because I don't know the answer myself."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, softly stroking her cheek. She tried not to cry, blinking away a few tears. Before she could respond, they were interrupted by the ringtone of her phone. Kylian glanced over and saw it was Julian. Julian, he remembered, it was the sole reason he had come to see Molly. She declined the call and sent him a quick message.

"What's going on with you and Julian?" he questioned. He tried not to show it, but he was extremely jealous. Molly looked at him and frowned, she pushed his hands away and walked to her kitchen table. "That's the reason I came to see you."

"Here was me thinking you wanted to resume our affair,' she cynically smiled. She rested her arms on the marble surface and stared at the Frenchman. He rolled his eyes and walked closer to her. "Shall we fuck right here or in the bedr..."

"Stop playing games Molly," Kylian growled. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the table. "Are you fucking him?"

"Yes," she shrugged. He glared at her and released her from his grip, walking away. "But it's different then it was with you, I think I'm starting to like him again."

Kylian punched the wall, taking deep breaths to control his growing anger. "Fuck," he muttered. He held the door handle and turned back to face Molly, he could see the fear in her eyes. "If you don't tell Adam, then I will."

Before she could reply, he slammed the door and left. She fell to the floor and started crying and for once, it was real tears. She felt her heart break all over again. She hated Kylian, she loved Adam but she liked Julian. She pulled herself off the floor and went to bed, she was hoping her life wasn't about to spiral out of control again. She didn't want to become the emotionless person she trained herself up for again, she was starting to feel comfortable in her skin again. She knew she needed to make some decisions and she needed to make them quick.

....

a/n: i know, i’m so bad at updating. everything has gone back to normal in my country, so i’m balancing work/writing/updating and it isn’t working lol.

but, back to the story.. i hope to update again this week. so kylian knows about molly and julian (and he’s not happy!!!!)

love always, stay safe xxx

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kayteewritessteve · 4 years

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Beautifully Unfinished - 1/8

Description: One foolish outburst, one moment of weakness at the worst possible time, and everything goes up in smoke. Who knew finally voicing your true, deep-rooted feelings, would lead to the complete destruction of your most cherished friendship?

Masterlist HERE.

Word Count: 1,130 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Swear words. Lots of angst. But if you’ve read my stories before, then you know how this will end.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And I have no beta reader either, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

A/N2: This mini series has been sitting in my drafts for months, and I think I’m finally ready to share it. It’s pretty much entirely written at this point, just have to finish up a few things, and it will be very angsty as it’s based off the Ella Henderson song Beautifully Unfinished. So anywho, I truly hope you enjoy this mini series! ❤️❤️❤️

The Present.

The Sunday summer shower pelts down against the living room window in front of you. The weather matching your eyes, your emotions and your life in this moment. The only sounds around you in the deafening silence of the room, is the tick tock of your wall clock and the rain tinging on the window.

Your heart is still pounding in your chest. Your lips still tingle from where his touched, the remnants of his kiss feeling like a bruise upon them now. You still feel like you can’t breath, but every time you are with him somehow you forget to breath, so that’s not a new feeling. Though this time, that feeling goes along with his touch, like his finger tips are tattooed upon your skin. The memory and feeling of his hands on you, replaying over and over in your mind. It had felt so natural, so normal, so right.

But it wasn’t. It was all in your head. Because this was it. This is what you asked for. This is how it would all end. Your life long friendship, your life long crush. Though it was always more than just a crush. He was your world, in every way imaginable. And that fact alone smothered you, nearly killed you.

How you could love someone this deeply, this intensely, and someone who never actually belonged to you, was crazy.

You felt like a rag doll, like a puppet, like you were always dancing on his strings. The stings that he controlled fully and entirely. Not in the sense that he did it on purpose, more in the sense of your own feelings. You’d do anything for him. When he called, you would go running. If he ever needed anything, you were there in a heartbeat, and with a smile on your face.

I mean, it wasn’t one sided, he did the same for you. Every time you ever needed him, he was there in minutes. He is—was your best friend. Your childhood crush. Your adulthood love. Though he never knew any of this. Not till tonight at least.

You had finally put it all out there. Yes, the timing was horrendous, but that seemed to be a character trait of yours. Poor as fuck timing. You always left everything to the last minute, and this wasn’t any different. Though maybe worse.

He’s getting married, and to the love of his life, in a week. Just 7 days until you lose any chance you’ve ever had at your one true love. At your happily ever after. At the life you’ve always dreamed about, the relationship you’ve always craved, and the man you’ve always wanted. The one all others are put up against, instantly, but never even come close.

But maybe you never actually had a chance to begin with.

You feel a tear slip from your lid and slide unchallenged down your cheek. Surprised you still have any tears left in you at all. You’d never cried this hard, or this much, in your life. You’d managed to hold it together until the door slammed shut behind him, and then you’d lost it. Truly and fully let it all out.

Your face is now slightly dry, as it had been a few hours since he left. A few hours since you placed a bomb in the middle of your friendship and then promptly hit the ignition switch.

You glance over your shoulder at your phone, still laying discarded on your couch. Where it had been forgotten in your efforts to destroy the one friendship that meant the very most to you, and then had been ignored during your breakdown, had been pointedly left there in your efforts to calm your quickly shattering heart.

But now you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore. It’s jet black screen taunting you, mocking you. There is no change, no notifications, no incoming anything. But you knew he wasn’t going to love you back. He wasn’t going to change his mind. He wasn’t going to just magically start feeling the same way about you.

Just because you’d put it all out there, just because this is how you’d always felt about him, that didn’t change a damn thing. That didn’t instantly make you the one he’d want, the one he’d choose. He loved her. He always had and he always would. She was it for him. Entirely.

You numbly move towards the couch, picking up your phone and checking for anything. But there is nothing. No missed calls, no new texts. No nothing.

You stare down at it in your hands for a moment, your vision still slightly blurry from the tears. You stare at it until the screen goes back to black, just to click the unlock button so it lights it up once again, and instantly hate yourself for checking a second time for notifications. As if the first time you just hadn’t seen them. As if they had just been hiding originally, and now would be sitting there, waiting for your attention.

You come to the crippling realization that you’d had it right the first time. There was nothing, no missed calls, no texts. A loud sob escapes your lips as you chuck your phone across the room in a fit of anger, but probably more so in an outburst of immense heartache. Of paralyzing sorrow. Of embarrassment on a monstrous level. And of the body numbing emptiness you now feel consuming you.

In this moment, you hate him. But yet, you love him. Desperately. And even though you had wished he’d have gone away before you’d put it all out there. Before you’d opened up your soul to him. Once you had done that, and he’d then just left, all you’d wished for was that he’d have stayed. That he’d have picked you. Had chosen you in this, and in his life.

But he hadn’t. He’d picked her. Which you knew was going to happen. Deep, deep down you truly knew opening your mouth wasn’t going to end well. It wouldn’t accomplish anything aside from causing issues, aside from putting a riff between you and your best friend. The one and only person you truly can’t lose, because you will be entirely lost without him. The one person you can never win, no matter how much you try. How much you fight. How much you open up and put yourself out there. Put your heart on the line.

He will never be yours, and you will never be his. Because you can’t force someone to love you. You can’t push someone into being with another, especially one they don’t want to be with. But especially one they don’t love. He might be your first and only true love, but you aren’t his. And you never will be.

Because maybe all you’re meant to be is Beautifully Unfinished...

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Whelp, there’s part 1. I’ll be posting a new part every day till this story is finished, so if you don’t want to be tagged on this series, just tell me. And if you want to be tagged, then I can do that as well!

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ahatintimestorybook · 4 years

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AHIT Coffee Shop AU- Magic Duel Chap. 2

Here it is! The battle between HK/Harriet and her mother Vanessa!

I'm glad you enjoyed this mini story from me! I have more planned in the future so stay tuned!! Most from other AU’s I’m following at the moment.

‘Coffee Shop’ AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings

It was 5:35 in the morning. It was too early for Harriet, but she had a battle to get to she needed to wake up early. She got up from bed changed into a her regular clothes, grabbed her umbrella, and a purple and yellow top hat. Before leaving she opened up the door to her dad’s room and gave him a smile. She didn’t want her dad to be watching the battle, as whatever happens she didn’t want to see her dad broken heart once again.

“Bye dad.” Harriet whispered closing the door slowly and left the apartment heading to the Subcon woods were her mother was waiting.

However, Luka wasn’t asleep. Once he heard the door close he got up and went over to awake his friends, MJ and Clover. “Wakey! Wakey!” Luka shouted waking up his friends. MJ and Clover groaned as they woke up.

“Could of you woken us up a little gentle?” MJ asked.

“Sorry.” Luka apologized. MJ sighed and got up along side Clover. “Listen, Harriet just left.”

“Left?” Clover asked. “W-without saying goodbye?”

Luka rubbed his arm. “S-she did say goodbye, but just left.” He explained. “I guess she didn’t want us to go during her battle, but,” He stopped to give a sigh. “I need to make sure she’s safe.” Clover and MJ looked at one another, and before sun rose and everyone in Subcon would see the Subcon Snatcher.

Harriet made it to the woods looking for her mother. She held her umbrella tightly in her hand hoping her mother didn’t use any sort of sneak attack on her. The young girl was a bit scared with how quiet Subcon Woods was despite its beauty and quietness.

“Well looks like you made it.” Harriet looked up to see her mother leaning against a tree towards the left. Vanessa smirked at her daughter and walked up to her. “I was wondering if your sweet father prevented you from coming.” She said in a mocking tone.

Harriet glared at her mother. “I went by myself.” She replied. “I.” She paused for a bit. “Didn’t tell dad I was leaving.”

Vanessa’s smiled widen. With how creepy a quiet the forest was with her mother around it looked evil, devilish even. “Perfect.” She said. Soon, Vanessa grabbed Harriet’s arm tightly and started to drag her to the deepest part of the woods.

“W-where are we going!” Harriet shouted. She struggled to let go from her mother’s grasp, but Vanessa held on to her grip tightly. “Let me go!” Harriet shouted once more trying to remove her mother’s grip, but Vanessa held on to her grip. Vanessa just dragged her daughter towards an empty clearing at the end of the woods.

Once they were there, Vanessa roughly let go of her daughter and threw her to the ground. Harriet slowly got up from the ground and saw the clearing of the woods. A giant circle at the end of the woods surrounded by trees, and the ground was nothing but dirt.

“Why are we here?” Harriet asked.

Vanessa chuckled. “Well we’re going to battle right, don’t want anyone to see us.” She explained.

Harriet shrugged. “Makes sense.” She mumbled. “So are there any rules or anything before we fight?” She asked.

Vanessa then went into laughter hearing what her daughter just asked. Harriet was confused over her ex-mother’s laughter. “Oh sweet little Hattie. Didn’t you know?” Vanessa asked in a sinister voice. “In magic there are no rules.” Soon her eyes turned red again as she said those words.

Harriet shivered backing away from her mother. In her head she kept saying to herself this was a bad idea to make a deal with an actual devil. A devil who was once her mother. A mother who should of loved her since the day she was born, but no had to reveal herself as a devil towards her and her father.

“Harriet!” Luka shouted.

Harriet turned around and looked to see her dad, MJ and Clover running towards her. “Dad?” She asked. Vanessa smirked and her hand started to glow a mixture of black and blue. Then ice came from her hand as she made a wall blocking her ex-husband and his friends away from Harriet and her.

“No!” Luka shouted. He went past two of his friends to the ice wall and tried to punch it, but the ice was solid despite the summer weather. Luka growled and kept punching the ice and calling out for his daughter. “Harriet! HARRIET!”

“DAD!” Harriet shouted through the other side. She too tried to punch her way out of her mother’s ice barrier, but no luck. “Let me out!” Harriet shouted, punching her way out of the ice with no luck. “Mom! Please let us out!” She screamed.

Vanessa laughed and put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Now Hattie. I don’t want your dear sweet dad to interfere with our fight.” She explained in a mocking tone. Harriet turned to face her mother glaring at her. “After all what would happen if your magic hurt your father?” She asked. Harriet’s eyes widen as the thought of her father getting hurt because of her played repeatedly in her head. “Or worse.” Vanessa gasped. “What if you killed your father?” Harriet’s eyes widen as she loosen her grip on her umbrella.

Luka overheard everything his ex-wife was saying towards his daughter to make her breakdown and loose the fight. With a growl he punched the ice wall harder in hopes to snap Harriet out of what brainwashing Vanessa was trying to do. “HARRIET PRINCETON LISTEN TO ME!” Luka shouted. “DON’T LISTEN TO WHAT VANESSA IS TRYING TO TELL YOU! SHE’S DOING THAT IN ORDER TO PUT YOU DOWN!”

Harriet then snapped out of it and pointing her umbrella she shot a beam of light towards her mother who missed it hitting the ice wall. Despite how strong the attack was it didn’t break through the ice not even a crack. Harriet was breathing heavily as smoke started to rise from her umbrella.

Vanessa laughed as her hands gave off the blue and black aura ready to use more ice attacks. “Now that’s my girl.” She laughed. Vanessa then launched more ice towards her daughter who missed the attack by rolling away from it. Harriet then launched another umbrella beam attack towards her mom who blocked it with another ice shield.

Luka was still trying to break through the ice, but Vanessa made sure to make this wall hard rock solid so no one could break through. MJ and Clover tried to help break through the ice, but no luck. Clover then looked around for a way to get through the wall or break through it, as the guys were trying to break through.

Clover struggled to punch through the ice, and while she was some vines started to form below her, MJ and Luka.. “Come on. Come on.” She whispered as she struggled to punch through the ice.

Vanessa and Harriet’s fight was still going on. However, both were covered in scrapes and bruises from getting hit with each other’s attacks. Harriet was getting exhausted with the fight, and her mother wasn’t despite all the damage done to her.

“Give up?” Vanessa asked.

Harriet looked up at her mother and glared. “Never.” She replied back giving a growl. Vanessa smirked and released more ice surrounding her daughter. Harriet was able to break through the ice with her umbrella and launched one more attack towards her mom, which slammed her to the wall. “Yes!” She silently cheered.

Vanessa slowly got up and soon released a glowing red power that released chains on Harriet’s arms causing her to fall to the ground and drop her umbrella. Harriet struggled to let go from her mother’s chains, but she was chained up tight. Vanessa chuckled and walked closer and closer as ice formed next to her.

Harriet still struggled to break free from her mother��s chains but no luck. The young girl felt like she was going to loose the battle till she heard yelling from above. Harriet and Vanessa looked above to see MJ and Clover thrown inside the ice wall with Luka following behind.

“Dad! MJ! Clover!” Harriet beamed, happy her new family had to come to save her. Luka went over and pulled on the chains restraining his daughter off. Harriet smiled seeing her hand is free to move around again. MJ then went over to Harriet’s umbrella and handed it to her.

“Here you go kiddo.” MJ said.

“Thanks.” Harriet replied getting her umbrella back.

Luka glared facing his ex-wife. “Alright enough is enough Vanessa. This battle ends now!” Luka stated.

Vanessa glared. “Its not over till I SAY its over LUKA!” Vanessa shouted. Soon Vanessa launched ice towards Harriet and Luka who held each other in fear. Harriet had her umbrella out ready to shoot the ice if needed, but the ice didn’t hit them.

Luka opened his eyes and gasped seeing who got hit with the ice. “MJ! CLOVER! NO!” Luka yelled as the ice started to develop over his friend’s bodies. Harriet looked at the two new members of her family in horror as Vanessa was about to do the same thing to her daughter.

Harriet then looked at her necklace and glared and knew now was the best time to use it. Holding the necklace close time paused around her and rewind to a minute before the ice hit MJ and Clover. Once time started back up again Harriet used her umbrella to blow the ice away saving MJ and Clover’s life.

“W-what?” Vanessa asked confused wondering what just happened. Clover and MJ were also confused, to them they just felt the ice cover their bodies like life flashing before their eyes, but now they’ve been saved almost like Harriet knew she was going to launch their ice at them.

Soon Harriet used one more umbrella beam attack at her mom, which knocked her out. “Nice shot Harriet!” Clover cheered. She and Harriet gave each other a high five seeing her mother was defeated. Soon the ice melted, but Harriet used her umbrella to prevent her and her family from getting wet.

Luka smiled and hugged his little girl. “I’m so proud of you my princess!” He beamed.

“You are?” Harriet asked.

Luka nodded. “Always have. Always will.” Harriet smiled and hugged her dad tight. “Come on let’s head home and have some breakfast.”

Harriet felt her stomach rumbled and realized this entire fight she didn’t grab anything to eat. “I’ll make my special pancakes!” She beamed. As the family walked out of the woods to enjoy their summer together, Vanessa slowly got up and glared, her eyes permanently glowing red.

“You’ll never get away with this Luka.” She hissed.

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So I have headcanons for this AU mostly about how Time Pieces would work. (If your reading this @doodledrawsthings let me know if this was planned)

So I had this headcanon that Harriet has this destiny or has the power to learn time travel magic and uses a locket that she can use to rewind time if needed.

#ahit 'coffee shop au'#'Coffee Shop AU'#ahit the prince #Hat Kid #Queen Vanessa #MoonJumper #MJ #the florist #Clover

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sunflower-swan · 4 years

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Wolfstar Chapter 13

A/N: Here’s what you need to know: I created this story for Writer’s Month 2020. Every day is a new prompt, and therefore a new chapter. This is an AU Wolfstar where Remus is a tattoo artist next door to Sirius who manages a flower shop. James and Lily are alive in this universe and own a coffee shop across the street. And to make parts of the story work with the prompts, Remus is about 10 years older than Sirius. It also takes place more or less in present time, minus Covid-19.

This is chapter 13 of a multi-chapter work. If you’d like to start from the beginning, here is chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just like to play with them.

Day 13 Prompt: Music

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1788

Tags: feelings, fluff

Chapter 13

Sirius

Oasis, “Wonderwall”

Backbeat, the word was on the street

That the fire in your heart is out

I'm sure you've heard it all before

But you never really had a doubt

I don't believe that anybody

Feels the way I do about you now

A/N: Call me basic, but I love the song “Wonderwall”, and the lyrics fit perfectly into what is happening between Remus and Sirius right now. Also, despite the opinion of the internet, this song is, in my opinion, not easy to strum correctly and also sing.

“Morning, Sirius,” James said as Sirius walked into Potter’s Wheel. He was wiping off the counter with a rag.

“Hey, James. How’s it going?”

“Not bad. Lily took Harry to visit her sister today, so I’m on my own this morning. Which is fine,” his nose crinkled, “I’d rather be here than visit her family.”

Sirius barked a laugh. “Well, I won’t keep you from it then. I need two usuals to go.”

“To go?”

“Remus had an early appointment this morning, so I told him I’d deliver his coffee.”

“Lucky man.” James raised his eyebrows before disappearing to the back to prepare the coffee order.

Sirius tapped his fingers on the counter while he waited for James to reappear. He noticed a flyer on the bulletin board advertising an Open Mic Night at the coffee shop that night. Hmm...could be fun? Maybe I can convince Remus to come, too. Wait...would that seem...date-ish? No, two friends can do stuff together. Doesn’t have to be weird or mean anything. Besides, Remus has made it abundantly clear that he does not date. There’s no way he would even think of it that way. Do I want him to think of it that way? Do I want to think of it that way? Sirius smacked himself in the forehead. With a little too much force. Ouch.

“What’d you do that for?” James laughed as he emerged from the back with Sirius’ coffees.

Sirius massaged his now sore forehead. “Thinking too hard.”

James set the coffees on the counter and began to ring up the total. “Never thought that was something you had to worry about much,” he said with a chuckle.

“Shut up, Prongs. How much?”

“Four pounds.”

He pulled out a fiver and handed it to James. “Keep the change,” he said, then pointed at the Open Mic Night flyer. “So what’s up with that? Open Mic Night?”

“That was Lils' idea.” James opened and closed the register. “Try to drum up some new business,” he added with a shrug. “Want to take a couple flyers to hang in the flower shop? Maybe Remus would hang one, too?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll ask him.”

“Hey!” James slammed his hand on the counter. “You should play!”

Sirius jumped back, startled from the sudden hand slam. “What?”

“Guitar! Open Mic tonight! You should play!”

Oh...no. “Eh, no. I’ll come and watch other people make a fool of themselves. I only play for myself.” And Remus one time, I guess, technically. “Playing in public sounds…”

James scrutinized him. “You know, I’m starting to think you don’t actually know how to play guitar. You’ve just been winding us up this whole time.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Fine. I’ll show you. See you tonight.”

Sirius grabbed the coffees and swept out of the shop. He was pretty sure he had been tricked into agreeing to that.

When he walked into the tattoo lounge, Remus was in the middle of a sitting. He was hunched over in concentration working on...oh! Logan. Sirius’ skin prickled at the look of lust glittering in Logan’s eyes as he watched Remus work.

“I’m at a good spot to take a break,” Remus said with a glance at Sirius. He sat his tools down, removed his gloves, stood up, and stretched. “You can move around or eat something if you want,” he added to Logan.

Remus walked over to Sirius and accepted the mocha cappuccino offered to him. He took a long sip and let out a grateful sigh. “Thanks, mate. I needed that.”

“You didn’t mention your appointment this morning was with Logan,” Sirius said in an undertone.

“Sure I did.” Remus’ brows drew together. “Didn’t I?” He frowned.

Sirius brought his own coffee to his mouth. “Nope.”

Remus shrugged and looked away.

Shady little shit, thought Sirius. “Oh, hey!” He dug the flyer out of his pocket and held it up for Remus to read. “We’re going to this.”

“What is this?” Remus took it out of Sirius' hands.

“James and Lily are hosting an Open Mic Night tonight and James goaded me into performing,” said Sirius, “and we’re going,” he added with emphasis directed in Logan’s direction. Remus was too busy reading the flyer to notice.

“Ok. Sounds fun.” Remus' eyes sparkled, and Sirius' insides melted.

He left the parlour feeling giddy with excitement.

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Sirius locked up the flower shop for the day and apparated home to clean up before Open Mic Night. He walked into the flat and tossed his keys on the entrance table. Six weeks ago he hadn’t been capable of being here without having a breakdown. At what point had he stopped spending every waking second consumed by grief? It had been gradual, of that he was certain. Noticing his life had mostly returned to normal was a surreal realization.

He took a quick shower, then stood wrapped in a towel and stared into his closet. Sirius placed one hand on the wall while he considered what to wear. He patted his fingers rhythmically in contemplation. I don’t want to look like I’m trying. But I also don’t want to look like a slob. When did choosing an outfit become a life or death decision? It’s just hanging out Remus. This is not a big deal.

After much internal struggle, he finally settled on his vintage Poison tee, not overly distressed jeans, and black converse. He studied his reflection in the mirror as he pulled his still damp hair back into a bun.

“Eh.” He shrugged. “Could be worse.”

He picked up the case containing his Martin acoustic, and headed out the door.

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When Sirius walked into Potter’s Wheel, he was struck by the transformation. A small platform had been set up in the corner in which he and Remus usually sat. On the platform stood a mic. Two large speakers, one on each side, completed the make-shift stage. Most of the tables had been cleared away, and the chairs had been placed in rows facing the temporary mini-stage. A rather large crowd had already assembled and were mingling about, buying coffee and chatting to each other.

Sirius searched for Remus through the sea of people. His heart skipped a beat when he finally spotted him. Remus was leaning casually against the counter, observing the mass of people. Instead of ignoring the sensation or burying it deep down, which had been his M.O. since they met, he smiled to himself and embraced the feeling.

Taking a deep breath, he made his way through the crowd to where Remus stood. A warm and fuzzy feeling overcame him as he drew nearer. He noticed Remus had dressed simply in a forest green oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and well-worn brogues below cuffed dark wash denim.

Remus looked in his direction and beamed upon seeing him. “Sirius!” he called and waved.

“Hey, Remus.” Sirius finally weaved his way over to Remus. “Crazy in here, huh?”

Before Remus could reply, James' voice was heard on the sound system over the din. “Hello? Hello? Hi, everybody.” He waved. “Welcome to the Potter’s Wheel, and thanks for coming out tonight. If you will be participating in Open Mic Night, then I need you to sign up,” he held up a clipboard, “on this sheet. And then we’ll get started pretty soon if you want to find a seat. Alright?” He smiled and stepped down.

“I’ll hold that,” Remus gestured toward Sirius' guitar, “and find us seats while you go sign up.”

Sirius glanced down. He didn’t usually let other people hold his guitar. It was very precious to him.

“Yeah. Ok.” He handed the case to Remus. “Treat it like you would a baby.”

“Got it.” Remus chuckled.

A queue had already formed in front of James by the time Sirius got there. Eventually he made it to James to add his name to the list, then turned around to look for Remus again. He found him on the end of one of the back rows of chairs and took the seat Remus had saved for him.

“Here you go.” Remus passed the guitar back to Sirius. “I treated it very well,” he added with a smirk.

Sirius set the case between his legs and settled back to enjoy the show. All the while a nervous knot twisted in his stomach. There were a good variety of acts including comedians, magicians, musicians, and even a guy who swung around balls of fire. Then it was his turn.

His Converse squeaked as he walked up to the small stage. He set his case on the ground, took out his Whiskey Sunset Dreadnought and slid the leather strap over his shoulder. Turning his back to the audience, he checked the tuning of the strings and strummed a few chords. Sirius turned back around, stepped up to the microphone, and searched out Remus' face in the crowd to calm his nerves.

“Hi.” The PA squealed, and Sirius leaned back from the mic until it stopped. “Ahem, uh, hey. Um, I’m Sirius. Hi.” He waved and chuckled. “And, erm, I’m going to sing a song. And, well, the truth is,” he scratched his arm, “a couple months back I was lost in a pretty dark place, and a really great friend was the light that led me out, so, uh, yeah. Here we go.”

Sirius wiped the sweat off his palms and adjusted the pick between his fingers. Then he started the intro to ‘Wonderwall.’ He closed his eyes and let the chords wash over him.

He sang, “Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you…”

His heart thudded in his chest, but he ignored it and allowed himself to be swept into the performance.

When he reached the chorus, he opened his eyes and locked them on Remus. “‘Cause maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me … And after all, you’re my wonderwall.” He smiled through the break before the third verse, and now his heart was thundering for a reason other than nerves.

He finished the song and the audience went wild with clapping, and whistles, and foot stomps.

“Thank you,” he said into the mic, and left the stage.

James was there when he stepped off to give him a great big thumping hug.

Sirius' legs felt like jelly as he made his way back to his seat as James was announcing the next performer. He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face as he reached Remus, who stood and also gave him a hug. The next act was starting, so they had to take their seats and wait for the evening to conclude.

A/N: Noel Gallagher’s acoustic version of this song is sorta how I imagine Sirius performing it. You should check it out on YouTube. Also, the Schitt’s Creek episode where Patrick sings to David was some of the inspiration for this chapter.

Next Chapter: Chapter 14

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⁂ Moving Metal #6: Loss of Senses

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When morning finally arrived, I entered the cafeteria, taking a seat next to Tork who nodded in acknowledgment. He and Karma were the only ones in there at the time, so I was able to get some peace and quiet as I rested my head on the metal table. It was cold and felt good against my pounding head.

“You’re not eating?” Tork questioned.

“Don’t have much of an appetite this morning.” Which totally isn’t because I had a guilt-ridden nightmare which led me to end up passed out against a Teku car. Yeah, that totally didn’t happen.

He remained silent and I worried that he was going to ask me something other, but my saving grace appeared in the form of Taro. He sat across from me after grabbing a tray of food, his eyes narrowed at me.

“You’re up early,” He sounded suspicious.

“Is that a crime now?”

“You hate mornings,”

Damn you, Taro. Why do you have to pay so much attention to others, huh? “I’m turning over a new leaf, so what.”

The door opened and in walked Vert and Shirako, both of whom smiled at me. I cleared my throat as I stood up, mumbling about how I was going to go work on my car. I could feel multiple pairs of eyes on my back but I did my best to ignore it.

Mark was already at the cars, working on his Spinebuster. He nodded at me when I approached but said nothing. I was thankful that he kept his mouth shut for once.

My eyes scanned the length of my Night Hawk as I remembered the feeling of rejection from that night. I reached out, hesitating for a moment, before letting my hand rest on the hood. The metal was ice cold, just as it had been before, but it didn’t feel quite as distant.

I bowed my head as I rested my other hand on the hood, ‘Night Hawk… I know I’m not as strong as I pretend to be. As a car belonging to the Metal Maniacs, you deserve someone with a stronger will behind your wheel, but I… I won’t give up. I will keep fighting and moving forward, even if I have to destroy those in my way. I hope you’ll continue fighting by my side.’

“You look like shit,” Mark commented, raising his brow when I met his gaze.

I scoffed, “You ain’t no field of daisies, either.”

“Did you even sleep last night? And what the hell happened to your hands?”

“Will you quit with the third degree already? Damn,” I popped the hood of my car and started my routine check to make sure everything was in order and ready to go.

“You’re acting pretty defensive, kid.”

“And you’re acting pretty annoying, kid.” I scowled, pointing the wrench at him. “Don’t forget I’m older than you.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re pretty short,”

“What does being short have to do with age? Work on your car and be quiet, will ya?”

“Che,” He glared at me but did as he was told. It wasn’t long before that damned alarm sounded again.

Please, for the love of god, let it be something simple this time.

“A new realm is opening,” Dr. Tezla announced over the loudspeaker.

Yeah, because we couldn’t hear the alarm.

“Hey, kid!” Porkchop pulled up beside you in his Jack Hammer. “Wanna roll with me this time?”

I dropped the hood into place with a nod, hopping into the passenger seat. He took off before the door even closed, following close behind Shirako. We entered the ball of light.

We were in a cavern, dark and damp. There were bright yellow crystals edged into the walls and ceilings which gave off a faint glow, but that clearly wasn’t enough for Shirako. Soon after entering, his car started to glow like a damn disco ball that was exposed to radiation.

“Turn off the lights, Teku, I can’t see!” Porkchop complained, swerving back and forth across the track as he did his best to see past the blinding lights.

“He’s more than just a stereo on wheels, he’s a feckin’ rave on wheels,” I muttered, earning a sharp look from Porkchop.

As is the Maniac way, he increased his speed so that he was beside the male before ramming into the side of his car and sending him into the wall. From the passenger seat, I could see Shirako’s smirk as he eyed Porkchop and I knew what was coming.

His lights were off due to the impact but were quickly replaced by his bass-centric stereo system.

“Now I can’t hear!” Porkchop complained, and I had to agree.

Being that close to the music was making the Jack Hammer shake. I briefly worried that it was going to shatter the windows, but we had bigger problems to worry about. The bass from his music wasn’t just shaking the car, it was shaking the cave and sending stalactites falling onto the track.

“Look out!” Kurt’s voice came through the radio, followed by the sound of tears squealing.

Porkchop narrowly missed a rather sharp looking stalactite that hit just inches from his car.

“Shirako! The sound waves, they’re bringing down the stalactites!” Lani was practically screaming over the sound of his music. Even then, I was barely able to register what she was saying.

I really wished that the track would break off like it had in the Swamp realm.

“We got drones, Maniacs!”

Sure enough, as soon as Mark’s voice came through, two green and black cars were hot on our tail, but they were having about as much luck as we were. One of them misjudged the distance of the rock sticking up through the track and slammed right into it, exploding on impact. The other one managed to dodge but spun himself out doing so.

“Jeez, these guys are endless,” I muttered as three more drones took their place.

“On the bright side, we lost the stereo on wheels,” Porkchop said.

I had been too wrapped up in the chaos to notice, but we had pulled ahead of the pack. “Hey, Porkchop, I don’t suppose you have that anchor in here, do you?”

“Left it in the big rig,”

“Damn,”

The car suddenly jolted as a giant bat landed on top of the roof, its claws digging into the metal. It leaned its head down, trying to bite him through the open window but he dodged and punched it in its mouth. Using that as a distraction, I pulled my blade from under my shirt and pulled half of my body out of the window. It noticed me just as I reared back, slamming the metal into its neck. It screeched out in pain and released its grip on the car.

My gaze met Shirako’s as he pulled up behind us, two bats clinging to his car. I could faintly hear someone come through the radio before Shirako started blaring his music again. The sudden increase in volume made Porkchop serve, but he grabbed my legs and roughly pulled me back inside just as the side of the Jack Hammer skimmed one of the rocks.

I breathed out, offering him a grin. “Thanks,”

He laughed at the adrenaline rush, pushing the gas pedal to the floor. We went soaring through the portal, skidding to a stop back in the Acceledrome. An accelecharger materialized in front of him, glowing a chocolate brown.

Seconds later, Teku music filled the drome as Shirako skidded to a stop beside us.

I grabbed onto the accelecharger, feeling raw power surge through my hand.

“Hey, the race is over, turn it off!”

But Shirako was too enraptured by the music to hear anything that was said. Mumbling angrily, Porkchop pulled off and parked his car.

Dr. Tezla approached us. I couldn’t see his eyes behind those dark glasses of his, but I just had the feeling that he was very excited. “You got another accelecharger,”

I glanced at Porkchop, but he was too busy mumbling under his breath as he kicked a few loose tools lying on the ground. Hesitantly, I placed the charger in his open palm, watching him walk away without another word. I still didn’t trust that guy, and after feeling the power contained within the accelecharger, I didn’t trust him even more.

Who’s the say he isn’t the bad guy and the drones are just trying to stop him?

The line between good and evil was seriously being blurred here and it was driving me crazy. I needed a serious break.

Sliding into my car, I started the engine. It roared to life like an angry lion as I pressed on the gas, tires squealing from the sudden force. Taro yelled my name as he stepped out of his car, but I acted like I didn’t hear it and took off down the ramp leading out of the Acceledrome.

The speedometer rose as I pressed the gas pedal further to the bottom of the car. I was worried that someone would follow me and I just wanted to get away as soon as I could. Once I was out of the winding cliffs, I could disappear in the endless expanse of desert.

I’m not sure how long I drove for, but I finally came to a stop at a cliff overlooking the ocean. I stepped out of the car and approached the edge, feeling the wind blowing around my body. My arms raised on their own, spreading out like wings.

It felt so freeing like I could just fly away from all of my problems. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew it was just a fleeting emotion.

I fell back onto the dirt, my back resting against the front of my car. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky that day. It was just a blank canvas of pale blue.

My hand clutched around my pendant as my eyes slid closed. ‘I wonder what you’d say if you were here, dad. Would you be proud of what your daughter has become? Would you be disappointed? Would you care at all?’

No, if he were here, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I’d probably be in prison, to be fair. The only reason I’m free now is because of Taro and Tork, but if dad hadn’t died, I never would have met them.

As much as I miss my dad, the thought of never meeting the Maniacs… that thought hurts worse. I love my dad, but we were never a family, we were just two people that shared the same blood.

“I wonder… how long will this last before it all comes crashing down?” I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. How long would it be before everyone learned the truth about me and turned their backs on me? Only Taro and Tork knew about my past, and even they don’t know the whole story. Granted, Taro knew more than leader did, but that’s only because I had a mini breakdown and couldn’t stop running my mouth.

Night descended upon me before I realized it, the temperature dropping drastically. Every time a gust of wind blew by me, my body would shake, but I had no desire to move. My legs and ass had fallen asleep, going numb against the hard ground.

A part of me wanted to stay there forever. It was peaceful, quiet, and didn’t ask bothersome questions. Would anyone come after me? Probably not. I had turned the radio off and disabled the GPS so they couldn’t find me.

The other part of me wanted to return to the safety of the Maniacs. They were rowdy and loud, and not the least bit subtle or gentle, but it felt safe with them. It felt warm. It felt… like home.

Pushing myself to my feet, I stretched to wake up the muscles that had long since fallen asleep. They started to tingle like they were being pricked which made me do this weird looking dance to get rid of the feeling.

Just as I opened the door of my Night Hawk, a pair of headlights blinded me. There’s no feckin’ way they found me…

The headlights turned off. That was definitely not a Maniac or a Teku.

The door lifted up and a man stepped out, dressed in a blue suit and tie. “We finally meet, Jae Wesley.”

“The hell are you?” I demanded, my hand automatically reaching for my blade.

He held up his hands and offered a smile. “Easy, there. I’m not your enemy.”

“Really? ‘Cause you damn sure look like one.”

“I knew your father,”

With those four words, it felt like the blood in my veins froze over.

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you’re smiling in love (and we’ll sigh so relieved)

(based off a prompt from an anon) James gives Lily a class on kissing, but feelings always get in the way.

(read on ao3, word count: 7038)

James Potter stands with his back leaning against the wall. Muddy feet in a tangle, leaving dirty footprints over the floor. He draws out a shaky breath.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice unsteady. He gives Lily Evans a worried glance and scratches his head. “I mean, don’t you girls have fantasies about first kisses and all?”

He looks like a dream with his windswept hair, rosy cheeks and soaked Quidditch robes clinging to his mud splattered skin. Her heart stops, but only for the briefest of moments.

She wants to say that he is her fantasy. That he is all she ever thinks about… but the words slip by and evaporate when their eyes meet. His gleaming hazel eyes shine, making her body shiver.

She should be screaming in hysterics, going crazy. Her crush, James Freaking Potter, is right here in front of her. And he's about to kiss her.

Yes, there’s the thunderous beat of her heart slapping against her chest when those damned eyes of his look at her; but she’s far too realistic to think that crushes ever end in ‘Happily Ever After’.

“I’m sure,” she says, the slick and smooth tone of her voice surprising her. She clears her throat, giving him what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

She’s doing this to get over him, once and for all.

“It’s just kissing, right?”

“Right,” he mirrors her smile, shadows her laughter. And then he leans in, she does too, and he plops the softest of kisses on her lips.

He pulls back in an instant, it’s a second long if that.

“There,” he says, suddenly interested in the cobbled stonework of the floor, “congratulations. You’ve had your first kiss.”

There are butterflies everywhere and she knows she’s playing with fire when their eyes meet again.

She feels the pull of a smirk. “That’s it?”

He only shakes his head, a small smile tangled between his sweet lips. Then he steps forward once more, brushes a hand against her cheek and pulls her softly towards him.

Her eyes flutter shut and when their lips meet for the second time it’s like she’s been consumed.

This time it’s louder than fireworks, more addictive than butterbeer, hotter than fire.

He wraps an arm around her waist and her hands are in his hair, grasping at the curls that she’s desperately been wanting to play with since she got this stupid crush.

He’s gentle and an earthquake all at once.

Mary blows a bubble in her chewing gum, letting it pop and set against her lips before she pulls the gum with her tongue. Then she blows it again, all the while staring hard at Lily.

“Let me get this straight,” the girl says, resting her hands against her unopened Witch Weekly. “Potter kissed you, for educational purposes?”

Lily sighs. “I was panicking about Chadwell and James, well, wanted to help.”

“By snogging you senseless?”

“I wanted to know what I was getting myself into.”

“That's very unlike you, Lily.” Mary frowns as she flicks open her magazine. “Especially Chadwell, he's an obnoxious mop-bucket.”

“I needed a Non-Potter Distraction. Being friends with him is,” she scowls and scratches her head, “tiring, to say the least.”

“Witch Weekly warns you to stay away from arses like Chadwell y’know.”

Mary taps the cover of her acclaimed magazine with her pinky, pointing at the floating section on the top left side that reads ‘HOW TO KNOW HE’S NOT THE RIGHT WIZARD FOR YOU’.

Lily stabs at a yorkshire pudding with her fork. “I'm only going on a date, not getting married.”

The conversation comes to an abrupt stop when Sirius Black slams his Advanced Potions Making textbook onto the table, looking like he’s still half asleep, and James sits next to her all bleary eyed.

She tries to ignore the way her heart does a somersault.

His hair is ridiculous, all up at the ends like he’s got an animal living in it. It looks soft though, so soft that all she wants to do is just reach out and grab it.

Just like she did then.

He catches her gaze, a red tinge colouring his cheeks and ears before he begins to pour pumpkin juice all over his plate of chicken and vegetables.

There’s a few seconds of silence between them all and James stares down in dismay at what he’s just done.

“Alright, Potter?” Mary asks with an innocent smirk. “Something on your mind?”

“Just worried about our next game, MacDonald. That’s all,” he says and with a lazy flick of his wand the pumpkin and chicken slush disappears.

He starts with his dinner preparation again, this time reaching for some quiche. The plate is right by Lily and he stretches out his arm, brushing against her. Seconds freeze like icicles and she hitches her breath; he doesn’t react.

He’s silent as she shivers and freezes up next to him, there’s not even a response when Mary accidentally spills tea over herself and pushes Lily accidentally into him.

Sirius Black, amidst the chaos of Lily apologising to James and Mary going “Oops, my hand slipped!”, reaches across the table and grabs at Mary’s magazine before she can stop him.

“My my, MacDonald!” he chastises with a cheeky wink, “I never took you for a ‘top ten ways to make wand movements easier’ kind of person.”

A cough from behind them stops Mary from shooting a bat bogey hex at Sirius.

Anthony Chadwell, clad in his Hufflepuff robes, runs a hand through his blonde hair. Suddenly there’s a hyacinth flower in Lily’s face and Chadwell gives them all a sleazy smirk.

Lily blushes, Mary actually chokes on her tea this time, Sirius raises an eyebrow and James is rigid next to her.

“Yo, babe. Are we still okay for Hogsmeade, yeah?” he winks.

“Um, yeah sure. What-”

“Sweet! Laters,” Chadwell grins, finger guns and swaggers off to join his friends at the Hufflepuff table. As soon as he’s out of view Lily throws the flower onto the table.

“I think I’m going to call you babe and Hyacinth from now on.” Mary grins. “Do you think the git even knows your name?”

“He did The Finger Guns,” Sirius shakes his head, laughing. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

She waits until breakfast is almost over, when the Quidditch teams have already left for the pitch, before she finally makes her way to the hall. She doesn’t have the energy to see him right now, that and she doesn’t trust herself not to lunge and kiss him.

“Slept through your alarm did you, Lily?” Peter asks with a sad, understanding smile. He’s already pouring her a glass of pumpkin juice. “James and Dorcas have just gone.”

“Oh, what a shame,” she says, ignoring the knowing looks from the remainder of the group. She plops down next to Mary. “So, did I miss anything important?”

Sirius shrugs, stretching his arms as he lets out a massive yawn. His hand brushes against Mary’s shoulder and they both jump a little.

“Err what did you miss?” he says, cheeks a fiery red as he taps his chin, words spurting out. “James had a mini breakdown, in front of the whole team. Dorcas looked like bloody murder.”

“I think he was hoping a certain someone might’ve been here to cheer him on.” Remus says nonchalantly, glancing up at her with a sly grin as he flicks through The Daily Prophet.

“He was rather jittery.” Mary hums in agreement. “But he's always like that before every match, and more times than not we win.”

There’s a ruckus at the Ravenclaw table when an unsuspecting sixth year gets a howler off their Grandma, the hall turns quiet as the words ‘I CAN’T FIND MY FALSE TEETH’ echo around the walls.

Sirius picks at his toast and gulps down the last of his drink. “He's Minnie’s prized Quidditch Captain after all, I bet she's been praying for a nutter like him since the fifties.”

She doesn’t want to see him in his Quidditch robes.

That scene still flutters throughout her head; the way the robes had clung to his skin, damp and sticky from the practice that Dorcas penned ‘Potter’s Torture Time’.

She’s counting every step that she takes, laughing absently at Sirius’s thirteenth joke of the day as they make their way up to the stands. Seats are filling up quickly and they find a place near the back of the Gryffindor stands, in front of a couple of first years that have ‘JP’ painted red on their flushed cheeks.

“I need the loo,” Lily says immediately. She feels dizzy and hot, the constant reminder of James everywhere is driving her mad and she needs to recollect herself.

Mary checks her watch. “The match starts in fifteen minutes.”

Sirius, who’s sat next to Mary, leans across her and rests his elbow on her shoulder. She seems to squirm a little, cheeks slightly red but Sirius doesn’t seem to notice.

“You don’t want to miss the beginning,” he winks, “or any of it.”

“I won’t be long,” Lily gives them all a wave and sets off down the stairs. The air is freezing, and she tightens the scarf around her neck as she rubs her hands together.

Someone, who sounds suspiciously like Remus Lupin, starts a ‘POTTER! POTTER!’ chant, and the rest of the Gryffindor stands shout it out in chaos.

The last person she’s expecting to see underneath the stands is James Potter, and yet there he is. Shivering in the November cold, he jiggles anxiously on the soles of his feet. He does a double take when he sees her, a hand automatically rising to his hair to mess with it.

“Lily!” he looks surprised, and a bit bashful as well. “What are you doing here?”

She can’t exactly say, ‘I needed to get away from all reminders of you up in stands,’ when he’s right there in front of her. Instead she just shrugs, claiming she needed a bit of air.

James nods, teeth chattering as he glances up at the red and gold stand. They’re still chanting ‘POTTER!’ and he seems to wince every time he hears it.

“Nervous?”

“Not at all,” he croaks. “This is just a work out.”

“It’s okay to be a little anxious,” Lily grins. “I can’t even imagine the pressure you must feel. But, honestly - James, you’re gonna nail it.”

He takes in a deep breath and nods his head. “Thanks.”

Reggie McLaren, a fourth year Ravenclaw commentator, booms his voice across the stadium, welcoming everyone to the first exciting match of the season.

“I guess I should go, you’ve got a game to win.”

She gives him a little wave, not really knowing what to do, before she turns around, ready to set off.

“Not going to wish me luck, Evans?”

She turns around, and that’s when it hits her; how deep the feelings for him have buried into her. It’s like he’s in her blood, she can’t get rid of this feeling and it’s a painful banging in her head.

Something (perhaps it’s the Gryffindor impulse or just sheer nerves of being around him again) ignites inside of her and she has no control anymore. She sweeps forward with this new-found courage and stands on her tiptoes.

“Good luck, James Potter.” she smiles, and kisses him softly on the cheek. “Break a leg, but not literally.”

They’re so close to each other, she can see the faint scar on his cheek that he got in second year. She gulps, and he looks completely mesmerised.

“Thanks, Lily.”

He’s everything - and she’s head over heels in love.

She doesn’t know who initiates it, only God knows, but somehow his hands goes around her waist and her hands wrap around his neck. She stares deep into his eyes and the screaming stadiums around them quieten in the moment.

It’s just the two of them, somewhere far away.

They kiss underneath the stands, a short and sweet embrace that leaves her desperately wanting more. But as soon as they part she feels sick.

After denying it for so long, it’s such a relief to finally accept it. All she wants, all she needs is James Potter.

“Alright Evans? You’ve been staring into that drink for the past ten minutes.”

His voice gives her goosebumps.

There’s an excited, jittery and sickly feeling that bubbles up in her gut, memories flashing through her mind as she swallows hard. Then she looks up at him.

He’s shining, still delighted and thriving off the Gryffindor win.

Of course they won. Fran Kirby caught the snitch only twenty minutes into the game, but in that time James and the others had managed to score an impressive amount of goals.

Basically, Gryffindor slaughtered Hufflepuff- and Chadwell seemed livid.

Lily drops her eyes back down into her drink. Her heart’s thumping, as it always does when James is near her.

He’s still wearing his quidditch robes and still looks exhilarated from the win, dazzling and windswept like he’s just emerged from one of Celestina Warbeck’s love songs.

She blinks. “Have I congratulated you yet?”

“On our amazing, fantastic win?” he laughs, folding his arms as he leans against the wall next to her. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Congratulations. You guys killed it out there. Like I said you would.”

He makes her nervous, like sweaty-hands nervous, and she uses her free hand to wipe her palm on her thigh, trying not to be too obvious.

James doesn’t notice at all; he gives her the biggest smile and grabs hold of a sugar quill. “We were pretty badass, but not as good as Manchester United I bet.”

“No team is as good as United, but you guys are a close second.”

She’s astounded that he remembers her favourite football team, a fuzzy and endearing feeling flutters in her gut and she wants to just fly.

James chuckles and rests his head back against the wall. His smile is soft, and his voice quietens. “I mean it though - I couldn’t have done it without you,”

It feels like she’s on cloud nine, and she just wants to grab hold of him and kiss him.

“Don’t be daft,” she says with a roll of her eyes and a grin, “of course you could have.” Her heart is beating a million times a second, but she tries to be as aloof as possible.

“I’m serious!” he says and, at that moment, as if he has super hearing, Sirius looks up from across the room. He’s playing exploding snap with Remus, Peter, Dorcas and Mary - but quickly goes back to the game when he realises he’s not being called.

James grins and puts a hand on her shoulder. His fingers are perfect, not sticky hot and not freezing - just right. He looks deep into her eyes and she’s afraid of falling into them.

“You’re a good friend, Lil.”

The word doesn’t sound right on his lips.

She jolts somewhat, and he looks a bit confused himself.

Only now does he pull his hand back from her, as if he’s just realised what he’s done. Something in the air has definitely changed, and Lily instantly hates it - whatever it is.

“Right,” she says and clears her throat. “Well, what are friends for, huh?”

“Exactly,” he smiles once more, but it’s not as wide as it was just moments before. He puffs out his cheeks, checks his watch and then looks back at her again.

She should say something. All it takes is a couple of words, a deep breath and a little bit of determination. Even if he doesn’t feel the same way, at least she wouldn’t have to live with the painful guilt she’s feeling.

She’s ready to say it - to just say he’s an absolute idiot and she’s in love with him (or something along those lines, whatever manages to come out of her mouth). She parts her lips, his name hanging onto her tongue when Remus calls to him.

The rest of the marauders have their winter cloaks on and Sirius has hold of James’s.

“Ready to see Hagrid?”

James nods and peels himself away from the wall.

“Yeah sure.”

Sirius throws him the cloak, which he catches with ease. He’s pulling the cloak around his shoulders when he turns back to her, uncertainty set deep in his eyes.

He bites his lip. “So, I guess I’ll - uh - see you around?”

She doesn’t get to answer him, Remus is already pulling him out of the common room.

Anthony Chadwell is three minutes and twenty seven seconds late.

Mary scowls as she checks her watch for the fourth time. “He said half past?” she asks with a click of her tongue.

Lily nods, straining her neck a little at the queue of students passing by.

“You go on ahead, he’ll be here soon. I can wait.”

Mary shakes her head, “I’m not leaving you alone, you wally. You’re not even wearing a coat.”

Lily lets out a small hum, rubbing her hands against her arms almost instinctively. It wasn’t this cold ten minutes ago.

“The boys are over there,” she points to the group of four, who are kicking around an empty bottle as they wait in the queue.

James is rubbish, which is funny considering how good he is at quidditch. Sirius kicks it like a proper midfielder and James, missing the bottle by an inch, watches as it tumbles towards where she and Mary stand. Lily sucks in a breath when he rakes his eyes, a little hesitantly, over her.

“You lovely ladies joining us?” Sirius jogs over to pick up the bottle and gives them both a goofy, cute grin.

“I’m going with Chadwell,” Lily tries to give him her brightest smile, knowing full well that James is standing only a few inches away. She has a twisted, funny feeling in her gut and she claims it on jittery nerves.

Sirius shrugs, eyes turning to Mary now. “MacDonald, are you going to grace us with your presence?”

Mary rolls her eyes, despite a little blush colouring her cheeks.

She threads her arm through Lily’s and lets out a small chuckle. “I’m meeting Dorcas in Gladrags. Probably won’t have time to run into you dorks.”

“Hogsmeade is a small place, you never know.” Sirius looks smug as he puts his hands in his pockets, noticing with a smirk how the blush on Mary’s cheeks deepens by the second.

She’s muttering “ass,” under her breath when Peter clears his throat.

“Are we going or what? I’m freezing my arse off here.”

Lily taps Mary’s shoulder. “Go with them, honestly. I’m sure he’ll be here in a sec.”

Mary looks a little reluctant, but when Sirius grabs hold of her arm and pulls her away gently she doesn’t fight against him.

“You sure?”

Lily only nods, stretching her mouth into the biggest smile she can manage, waving as they start to depart down the road.

James rakes a hand through his hair and glances back towards her. He looks guilty, staring at her like he’s got something he desperately wants to say, but he doesn’t stop.

She’s relieved and disappointed at the same time.

He nods his head slightly towards her and then the cute, light smile is back on his lips.

It’s like Anthony Chadwell and James Potter are polar opposites of each other.

James is boisterous and giddy. He can make her smile and gasp for air with his crazy jokes and remarks. Anthony is sweet, yes, but his smile doesn’t make her tingle and she doesn’t want to daydream about him for hours.

She tells herself it’s because she doesn't know him well. But, when he suggests they go to Zonkos without even asking if there’s a place she wants to visit first, it’s starting to slowly sink in that something’s not quite right.

The joke shop, as always, is filled to the brim with students and she follows slowly behind as her date stomps through the crowds. He stops by a shelf near the back of the cramped shop and Lily has to stop a few aisles away.

“Showed up then, did he?”

Just his voice alone brings a shiver up her spine and she turns around, trying not to smile. But damn, just seeing him there makes her want to break out into a song and dance.

“Yeah, he did.”

James smiles, fiddling with a box of sugar quills that’s under his left arm. “Were you waiting long for him?”

“No.” Yes.

It was another ten minutes before he finally came running towards her, panting and claiming he’d forgotten about the time they were supposed to meet (but she’s not about to reveal that to the guy who’s currently making her heart ache in a painful manner).

He’s standing right by the dungbombs, and that’s definitely not by coincidence.

“I hope you’re not planning on using those in Hogwarts,” she grins, pointing to the boxes that are stacked high. He gasps.

“Me? Use dungbombs? Never!” he says, giving her a wink as his hand reaches out to grab a box.

He’s just about to open his mouth when they hear Anthony laugh somewhere behind them. That causes the both of them to stir.

Chadwell is standing not ten feet away, arms resting, rather comfortably on the waist of a sixth year Ravenclaw girl who’s giggling at something he just said.

James scowls and raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “Aren’t you -”

She shrugs.

It’s stifling, the air is hot and sticky and it’s making her a little woozy. “We’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“But you’re his date.” James swears under his breath and shakes his head. “Merlin, Evans. I bet if the tables were turned he wouldn’t be happy with you flirting, so why the hell should he be getting away with it?”

“Maybe they’re just friends?” she’s whispering, even though James is stood so close to her that her shoulder brushes against his chest.

It’s rather ironic that James is getting more offended than she is. Should she be angry at Chadwell? She doesn’t feel anything for him, there’s no jealousy or bitterness - just the painful longing of the friend who’s by her side.

She can hear him swallow, she can count every deep breath he takes, even though the store is crowded and there’s an orchestra of sound in her ears.

“Like the way we're friends?”

All that matters in that moment is the way James looks at her.

And it’s almost as if they’re back at the common room, hidden away under the cover of night. He does the jaw thing (she doesn’t even know what ‘the jaw thing’ is, but she know it drives her crazy every single time) and Lily feels her fingers already itching to grab hold of him.

It’s like they’re back underneath the stands, just the two of them caught in the moment.

A student barges past them, hands full with two boxes of nose biting teacups, knocking Lily almost fully off her feet. Her legs stumble forward and she collides into James’ unsuspecting arms. His hand is instantly on her waist, holding her upright.

“Steady on,” he grins.

His stupid smile is contagious and utterly heart wrenching. She feels stupid for blushing under his intense gaze, she blinks and then the moment’s gone.

James stops their contact and he bites at his bottom lip, glowering as Chadwell lunges towards them.

“Babe,” he says and nods towards them, either not noticing or not caring to mention about the beetroot colour her cheeks are. “You ready?”

Lily clears her throat and quickly grabs onto the box of dungbombs James was admiring before. “Yes, just came here to get dungbombs. Very important.”

“Cool. Later, Plotter.”

She’s turning around, disliking the warm hand that Chadwell places on her shoulder when she hears James clear his throat.

“It's Potter,”

He doesn’t kiss like James.

There are no fireworks and she can’t see the stars in his eyes. He kisses like a limp fish more than anything, although there’s the faint hint of peppermint on his lips.

Anthony sighs as he presses a kiss against her lips once more, hands edging closer and closer to the small of her back. She instantly pulls them away, making sure he understands.

“Why don’t you just relax a little,” he murmurs in her ear.

All she can see is him. Him with his hurricane hair and cheesy smile, glasses wonky on his nose.

He’s far from perfect, but that’s what makes him so incomparable.

Sorry is almost out of her lips but she bites down on the word. What the hell is she sorry for? Nothing.

Anthony pulls away, his forehead creased.

“Listen, babe,” he itches his nose and pulls his hands into his coat pockets, “you’re really hot and all, but I just don’t think you and I… mesh well.”

He’s leaning against the wall, shoulders pulled into a careless shrug — like he didn’t just coax her into the empty cul de sac for a snog five minutes prior.

Lily blinks.

“If you ever want to have something... casual though, just send me an owl.” Chadwell gives her a wink.

There’s a few seconds of silence as Lily rolls around what’s just happened in her head.

“I’d rather french kiss a skunk, shave off my eyebrows and obliviate myself than be anywhere near the likes of you. You can expect an owl from me if I want to throw away my dignity and lose all of my self respect.”

She’s bubbling with anger and in the heat of the moment can’t help but slap his cheek whilst she’s at it.

He’s frozen in shock, his cheek a stinging red from her palm. He looks shocked.

“I’d probably be in St. Mungos too. I deserve to be treated far better than that.”

Sirius finds her in Scrivenshaft’s, hunched over the countless aisles of special quills.

“Evans!” he says happily. He doesn’t seem surprised, but, then again, Sirius always has that bright smile on his face. “Where’s your date?”

She picks up a quill, twirling it in her fingers before she has the energy to look up. “Um, he’s gone.”

“Gone? Like, to another shop?”

“Like, left. Gone. Told me that if I ever wanted a casual shag then I should owl him.”

She decides it’s better to leave out her sudden outburst.

“Yikes.” Sirius rubs the back of his neck, purses his lips and then glances over at her again. “Err, Mary’s in Tomes and Scrolls… do you want me to get her for you?”

“No. Yes. I mean, nah.” Lily shakes her head. She makes a grab for the nearest box of quills, not even glancing at the label. “I’m fine. Do you want a box of dungbombs?”

He looks at her dubiously and cocks his head slightly to the side. “Is that a trick question?”

She shakes her head, takes the box from her bag and thrusts it into his hands.

“Happy Christmas,”

“It’s April, Evans.”

“Then Happy Belated Birthday?”

He laughs, but takes the box from her anyways.

“My birthday’s in November,” he says with a grin. Nevertheless, Sirius stares at the box with wide, gleaming eyes.

“I know, there was that party in the common room, remember?”

It was slightly far fetched to call it such a thing - they had just played exploding snap and Mary had bribed the house elves to get a birthday cake topped with firewhiskey icing. They all sang happy birthday and Peter cried.

Lily clears her throat and takes out her purse.

“Anyways. I’m just gonna buy these and head back up to Hogwarts,” she says as she stumbles over a stool and scurries towards the till.

“You sure?”

She pays her galleon, grabs hold of her new box of quills and then gives him a smile. “Totally sure. Thanks Sirius.”

She’s a bad liar, but he doesn’t call her bluff.

He waits till she's out of view before he clucks his tongue and checks his watch. He takes a deep breath and taps his chin before he realises that he’s already made up his mind. He’s already marching over towards the bookshop.

Dorcas is giggling at a book in one of the shop corners and Sirius finds Mary surrounded by spell books, biting her lip and reading in full concentration as she practices a wand movement.

She looks up in surprise and he has to suck in a breath.

Mary is actually quite cute.

The heat of the Gryffindor common room is an immediate relief to her freezing bones and Lily sighs, feeling at ease for the first time that day.

She’s aching from the cold and inches towards the fire.

James looks up in an instant from his spot on the sofa and she stops dead in her tracks. He must notice her apprehension because he bites on his lip and bolts up from the seat.

“Lily!” his face is illuminated in the fire, flames dancing on his cheeks and burning in his eyes. The hearth crackles, soaking in the tense silence that falls between them before he’s swallowing heavily.

“Good date?”

She wants to laugh at the bitter irony. This is unbelievable and utterly ridiculous.

She’s still holding onto her box of quills, still not even looked to see which ones she grabbed in her blind state of panic.

“Alright, I guess.”

She doesn’t move an inch, not even when he takes an awkward step towards her. He’s wearing bright yellow quidditch socks, dozens of mini snitches flying around all over his feet.

“You guess? Not Prince Charming like you were hoping, huh?”

She allows herself to smile. “I never said Prince Charming, he’s actually far from it.”

James shrugs. “If I recall,” he says, taking another small step closer towards her, “you said he was fit and that you didn’t know what to do.”

“He is fit, but that doesn’t stop him from being a giant arsehole.”

He blinks. “Oh, bugger. Sorry - I didn’t realise that -”

“It’s okay.”

The portrait opens and a group of third years with fanged frisbees, chuckling and acting suspicious, make a beeline to the dormitories.

Lily plops her box onto the seat closest to her, resting on the armrest. James flexes a hand.

“Is it? You were really… excited. I mean,” he drops his voice down to a whisper, even though they’re alone now, “you wanted to… you know, practice.”

“You’re the one who offered,” she folds her arms against her chest and taps her foot against the sofa.

“Well, yeah,” he shrugs. “You said you didn’t want to mess it up with Chadwell.”

Lily jumps back up, sighing. “We’re just going round in circles now. I’m going up to my room.” She makes for a grab of her quills.

“Was it the kissing?”

Her fingers stop inches away and she curls them around her fist tight. Sliding a cool gaze over to him, he looks uncomfortable.

“Yes. And no,” she makes it sound like it’s obvious, throwing in a casual shrug whilst she’s at it. “Emmeline Vance was very insistent about your, ahh, consummate skills.”

James makes a noise that sounds like a strangled cat and a fog horn at the same time. He’s loosening his tie, messing up his hair as he clears his throat.

“Can I let you in on a little secret, Evans?” There’s a sheepish smile. Uh-oh, she thinks.

“Hit me,”

He takes a deep breath and scratches the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “I, err, that was a dare.”

“What was?”

“Kissing Vance. It was a stupid and dumb Seven Minutes in Heaven Dare by Frank Longbottom in fourth year. It wasn’t even seven minutes, more like a pathetic fifty seconds.”

“Oh.” Lily blinks.

James gives her a look, it’s rather odd; one that gives her goosebumps.

He cracks his fingers and shrugs. Words drip out of his mouth like melted ice cream on a summer’s day. “It wasn’t even heaven, it was in a bloody broom closet and was extremely uncomfortable.”

“I see.”

He looks like he’s in agony.

“So what I mean is, like, well - that I’ve only ever kissed her,” he sucks in a deep breath, staring intently at the wall. “And well, you.”

“And yet you thought you had the right qualifications to give me kissing lessons?”

“I didn’t exactly say I had relevant experience, I was just there at the right time and moment to lend a helping hand.”

“Vance wasn’t wrong though,”

James lifts his head. “Pardon?”

“About the kissing. You are bloody good at it.”

Anthony Chadwell is sent to the hospital wing the next morning, sprouting purple warts that explode into the words ‘I’m a Jerk’ whenever someone gets within four inches of him.

“I heard he was sobbing.” Peter snickers, almost choking on his orange juice as he recounts his story at the Gryffindor table.

“I had nothing to do with it,” James says, putting his hands up quickly in defense. “Although I wish on Merlin’s beard that I had.”

Remus clears his throat. “It’s nothing Madam Pomfrey won’t be able to handle. I’m sure Hufflepuff will play extra hard with Slytherin at the next match.”

Sirius sips at his tea and Mary grabs a piece of toast, stuffing it into her mouth. Lily decides it’s better if she doesn’t know, at least for now.

“What does your Witch Weekly say today, MacDonald?” Sirius quickly changes the subject, picking up his own slice of toast. “Any words of wisdom?”

Mary opens the magazine up to a random page. “Says The Bloody Banshees are the new HobGoblins.”

Sirius lets out a gasp, “That’s a right load of codswallop. The sheer nerve!”

True to Remus’ word, a few hours later when Gryffindor and Hufflepuff share Transfiguration together, Anthony Chadwell comes into class purple wart free.

Mary catches Lily’s gaze and winks as McGonagall directs him to his seat.

“I hope this will not affect the match tomorrow, Mr Chadwell.” The professor, chalk gripped in her hand, tries to smile as politely as she can at the Hufflepuff’s Keeper.

Chadwell scoffs, blasé and as smug as ever. “I’m ready to kick some Slytherin ass.”

The Gryffindor Head of House rolls her eyes, but turns back to the board and continues the class.

“Have you spoken to James yet?” Mary murmurs as the class scribble down the board notes.

“About what?”

“That you fancy the socks off him? That you want to snog him into next year?”

Lily rolls her eyes. “Have you and Sirius confessed?”

Mary freezes. “What?”

“About Chadwell? You guys were so obvious during breakfast.”

“Oh.” Mary coughs and messes with her hair. “It turns out he was a jerk to quite a lot of girls yesterday, so for all he knows it could have been any one of them,” she bites her lip, nudging her friend’s shoulder softly. “Sorry. I know you really wanted it to work out - ”

“Only so I wasn’t thinking about James,” Lily shrugs. “I guess I should've faced just faced him instead of running away.”

“You could just - I don't know - tell him?”

“I told him he was ‘bloody good’ at kissing.”

Mary has to slap a hand against her mouth to stop a shriek from escaping. She giggles and sneaks a quick glance at James and Sirius’s table, neither of them are paying attention to the lesson.

“You didn’t.”

Lily winces. “Unfortunately I did. Then I legged it before I could embarrass myself further.”

“But why? That could have been the moment where he confesses his undying love for you after he chases you down a moonlit garden!”

“Firstly, this isn’t Hollywood. And secondly he would have been chasing me up the girls stairs, then it would have turned into a slide and he would have fallen down on his arse-”

“Now that would have been hilarious.”

She manages to avoid him only for a few days, although Mary says ducking underneath a tapestry and hiding behind bookshelves doesn’t really count as ‘avoiding’ (neither does running into the library or stuffing one’s face with three eclairs apparently).

It’s the day before the Hufflepuff against Slytherin match when she runs into him.

He’s balancing four books in his hands and he’s got his wand balanced against his left ear.

As soon as he sees her his eyes widen and he pauses. He’s on the stairs and a student huffs as they barge past him, tutting at his immediate stop.

For some reason she can’t move, her feet are frozen (maybe because the castle’s so cold, it’s snowing outside and the corridors feel like ice caves - or maybe because part of her feels sorry for him).

“I’ve been, err, meaning to talk to you,” he says, grasping tight to his books as he meets her on the step. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

Her heart skips a beat. “What have you got to be sorry for?”

He’s still fiddling with his books, they’re giant, bulky Potions textbooks that look like they weigh a tonne. He shuffles a bit on his feet. “Look, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Of all the possible places to have this kind of discussion, it would be slap bang in the middle of the stairs whilst students are barging past them left, right and centre.

Lily squirms, dread filling her up. “Okay?”

“When I said you were a good friend, I lied.” His voice is croaky but determined, his eyes are stuck on hers and she’s too entranced to move at all. She feels dizzy.

“No, wait - that came out wrong.” James swears and closes his eyes briefly. “I mean, I love - I love having you as a friend. Lily you’re, well, amazing - to be perfectly frank.”

She has no idea what to say, so thank you is all that trembles out of her mouth.

“That day,” he continues with a shaky breath, “when you said didn’t know how it would work out with Chadwell because you had never kissed anyone before…”

A group of first years run past, smacking into James’ side as they whizz down the stairs. His body jerks forwards and she instantly reaches towards him, slapping a hand on his chest to stop him from toppling over.

“Little buggers,” he glares as the group race around the corner.

“Maybe this isn’t the place to do this -” she squirms under his gaze, nervous and rather unsure about what he’s going to say. She drops her hand like he’s hot coal.

“No wait, please. I need to say this.” he clears his throat and taps his thumb against the side of the books. “I really like you. And I thought it would be okay to help you, like doing it as a favour to a mate or something. But, I realise now it was a stupid mistake because I - I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,”

A moment of silence passes between them; Lily is stunned and James watches her closely, trying to read her expression. After a few more seconds he bends down and places the books down by his feet and pulls his hands together, wringing at his fingers nervously.

“You liked Chadwell and I didn’t want to jeopardise anything that was going on between you but,” he takes a small step closer to her, if that’s even possible. They’re balancing awkwardly on the step, facing each other nose to nose. He looks vulnerable, unsure and completely afraid as to what she’s going to say.

“But,” he says again and itches his nose. “I needed to come out and say it. I keep telling myself we’re friends and that I shouldn’t - can’t - say it but you’re the person I care most about in this world and -”

She doesn’t let him finish, she’s heard enough by now.

She stands on her tiptoes, and pulls at his shoulders before she silences him with a kiss.

It’s not like the others.

The kiss in the common room is a euphoric start, waves and waterfalls crashing down.

The kiss under the stands is an impulse, a nagging thought at the back of her head that wouldn’t let her rest until she had done its bidding.

But this one.

This one fills her up completely.

Lily feels alive and it’s James Potter who’s standing there in front of her, with his hands hugging her waist and lips kissing her again and again and again.

She can feel his heart racing, the flutter of his hands as he pulls her even closer.

There are students still barging past them, but they don’t care in the slightest.

He sighs against her lips, smiling softly. “You really had me a mumbling mess back there,”

Lily grins. “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming this up.”

“We’re both terrible at this, aren’t we?”

“The absolute worst. But at least we’re not Sirius and Mary.”

James grins and it’s infectious. They’re kissing again, smiling in love and grasping hold of each other tight. It feels like the moment is never going to end, that they’ll stay in that second completely free from everything else in the world.

Someone clears their throat and another person else lets out a laugh.

“Mr Potter, Miss Evans.” Professor McGonagall is standing there, trying to look stern as she attempts to conceal a smile.

Sirius and Mary are standing beside her, snorting with laughter. The two are holding hands and find the situation absolutely hilarious.

There’s a group of students around them, it seems that the two of them were taking up more space on the stairs than they anticipated.

“Detention in my office tomorrow night, for causing a disruption on the stair-well.” The professor calls out as she continues up the stairs, and then she turns around briefly in the last second and gives them both a wink. “Oh, and congratulations.”

James can’t help it, he swoops down and kisses Lily again. This time cheers and cat calls follow, and students move past them once again.

“You two are absolute morons,” Sirius grins. “Took you bloody long enough.”

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