charlie is recording an audiobook for better than the movies and one of his co-stars from pjo just happens to land the part of liz buxbaum
better than the movies part 2
JJ Maybank
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Malachi Barton
so american
when ZOMBIES 4 drops nobody expects for you to have chemistry. barely any scenes together, no previous connections. but when the fans see your dynamic they start shipping. and, honestly? you don't mind
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Everyone on the internet knows Malachi and you are head over heels for eachother, well everyone exept you twoâŠ
Sirius Black
there she goes
there are two things at hogwarts everyone knows, sirius black has a short temper and if anyone insults you, theyâll be met with a fist. one day a slytherin tries to test that, it ends up with sirius and him in the hospital wing, albeit in different states.
Luke Castellan
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Tristan Dugray
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Tristan was known for one thing: if he liked someone, the entire school would know. But then there was youâŠ
Mattheo Riddle
she will be loved
you and mattheo fell slowly and without noticing it. and once you did, well, there was no way backâŠ
summary - You and Mattheo fell slowly and without noticing it. And once you did, well, there was no way back
a/n - inspired by the song âshe will be lovedâ by maroon 5 and itâs lyrics
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beaty queen of only 18
When you and Mattheo first met, you were still gryffindorâs golden girl. Quidditch team captain, prefect, gorgeous, student often used as an example âif you studied as hard as she does, youâd get better grades â, and oh, did i mention gorgeous?
And he was still slytherinâs casanova, charming, mysterious and cocky. The guys wanted the be him and the gals wanted to be with him.
They met at a slytherin party, you swinging and singing along with the music on the dancefloor and him on one of the common room couches, surrounded by girls, all fighting for his attention. But when he saw you he just knew, deep down, that you were going to fuck up his little macho act and throw his life around.
Mattheo approached you, introducing himself and sticking out his hand, waiting for the inevitable flash of fear in your eyes or the reluctance to shake his hand. To his surprise, he found neither. You talked for a bit, danced together and talked even more. For some reason, conversation flowed fluently and there was never akward silence or hesitation to say anything.
That was when his view of you was definitive and complete.
You were a fucking angel sent down from whatever god there was to make him repent, make him see the good in the world and others. And he was going to let you and enjoy every last second of it.
she had some trouble with herself
The second time you talked was right before christmas break in sixth year. The only reason he even saw you was because you were in his usual smoking spot, a small balcony not many knew about.
He contemplated walking away but something drew him towards you once again. Mattheo slowly crept forward and when he was close enough, he heard you. You were crying. Not loud, i-need-attention-crying, no. You were sobbing, shoulders shaking.
He could hear your uneven breath and quiet tears, and, for the first time in his life, he wanted to do something about it. He wanted to kill whichever fucker had you crying like that, he wanted you to stop crying and he craved to see your dazzling smile again.
And, most of all, he wanted to comfort you, hold you tight untill you stopped sobbing and you looked at him with a slight, watery smile. And, as was well known around hogwarts, Mattheo was never one to stop himself from having what he wanted, when he wanted it.
he was always there to help
Mattheo stepped toward the balcony, making his footsteps loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough to disturb the quiet hanging around the moment like a thick, fuzzy blanket. He approached you and sat on the bench next to you, not saying anything.
After stealing a glance at him and determining he was looking straight ahead as to not startle you, you leaned into him, slowly laying you head against his shoulder. He didnât move, not for a few minutes at least. Then he lifted his arm and frames it around your shoulders, still not looking at you.
You told him why you were crying, your asshole boyfriend had said something stupid, and, as usual, didnât back down from it untill you were in tears. You and Mattheo talked for what felt like a few minutes but in reality, you were talking for hours.
You talked about your futures. About how you wanted to become an auror or a professor at hogwarts and he opened up to you, about his father and mother, what was expected of him and the other slytherin youth. And you stayed, heard him out and comforted him like no one had done before.
It was only when the sun started to rise and your eyes were no longer swollen and red, that you decided to leave. You both slowly stood up and, after a quick hug goodbye, you were gone. And Mattheo was left standing there like an idiot. As usual.
she always belonged to someone else
The next time you saw eachother was at a party in the room of requirement. Gryffindor had just won a match against hufflepuf and you were exstatic. Your team had claimed victory, with you scoring the last goal and deciding the score.
You and the rest of the team came storming in, smiles wider than ever, cheeks red from the cold and hair windswept. You still felt the rush of adrenaline in your limbs, hollering along with the squad, god you loved this.
Mattheo was in the corner of the room with his friends, Enzo and Theo laughing at some stupid joke Blaise had made and Draco and Pansy a bit further away from the group, talking. Pansy had dragged them there because of some girl she liked being in gryffindor.
He was laughing along with them untill you came in. You face was still flushed from the january cold and your braid slighty undone, he thought you were the most beautiful girl heâd ever seen.
You walked around the room for a bit, recieving praise and claps on the back for your prestation on the pitch. After a while, you finally settled on one of the red couches, lounging like you were the queen of the world. He was trying to make his way through the room to talk to you, when all of a sudden, Cormac Mclaggen slid onto the same couch, giving you a quick peck on the lips.
Right. Mattheo had forgotten about the reason you were crying that night. Or rather, had assumed youâd break up with him. So, standing there, in the middle of the lionâs den, Mattheo finally realised what poets meant when they said love was oneâs best strenght and worst weakness.
i drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door
Your parents had tried, ofcourse they had, but you protested, you werenât any safer at home than at school and at least you had the professors to protect you at hogwarts. This, ofcourse, didnât stop them from making you come home for fall break. You werenât protesting, the days at hogwarts had started getting shorter and the halls were gloomier than youâd ever seen.
You were surprised when the doorbell rang, it was late at night and your parents would be out till morning, father working at St. Mungoâs and mother a part of the Order and an auror. You stood up from the couch, grabbing your wand from the table, book long forgotten on the floor.
You looked through the peephole in the door and saw Mattheo Riddle there, face bloodied and bruised and clothes ripped. His expression was grim and, somehow, vunerable. You swung the door open and grabbed his hand, dragging him in.
âWhat the hell Mattheo?â
âDonât wanna talk about it, sweetheart.â
âOh for Merlinâs sakeâŠâ
You dragged him along to your bathroom, opening the cabinet and pulling out a first aid kit.
âSitâ you said, pointing at the closed lid of the toilet. He sat down on the lid and immedeatly sagged like he hadnât sat down for the past few days. You cleaned his wounds, a cut on the side of his face and one on his lip and tried to put ice on all of his bruises.
After a quick trip to you fatherâs room, you handed him a clean t shirt and pants and then left the bathroom, waiting for him to change. When he finally emerged, you hugged him tightly and when you pulled back, about to ask him what happened, he leaned in and kissed you, just like heâd wanted to do for ages.
i've had you so many times but somehow, i want more
You kissed back, feverently and desperate, like youâd been waiting for this for a while. But there was also a certain sweetness and softness to it that Mattheo had never experienced. Mattheo didnât pretend to be holy virgin mary, in fact quite the opposite.
His reputation was famed and there were more than enough girls willing to overlook the fact that he was the Dark Lordâs son to see if he was as good as the rumors said he was. Every last one of them would go to say that he was, in fact, better
Mattheo was never one for ego boosts or twisting the thruth about himself. He was a liar, a cheat and a criminal and heâd made peace with that a while ago. But somehow, when he was kissing you, it felt as if he wasnât. That, even for just that moment, he was more then Voldemortâs kid or a decietfull slytherin. He was just Mattheo, and for you, that was enough.
You pulled back first, gasping for air and Mattheo thought youâd never looked more beautiful. You were peering up at him through your lashes, a slight smile playing on you lips, now swollen from the kiss.
âSo, what does this mean?â You asked, an uncertainty in your eyes.
âThis means,â he stroked your cheek, his cold hands a great contrast agains your warm skin, âthat Iâm never gonna let you go again.â
And in that moment, Mattheo swore that he would keep his promise, no matter what.
i don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain
But alas, things never did work out for the dark haired slytherin. The war broke loose just weeks after, hogwarts became a battlefield and he was seperated from you. Not by something tangible, but by an immaginary line, on one side, there was you, the gryffindors, professors and the order of the Phoenix. On the other, there were his friends, his father and mother and his duty, and, ofcourse, him.
You had stopped talking to him after an argument youâd had about him joining his father. You, ever the optimist, were determined to make him see that he could still switch sides, that he could still make it right. As much as he loved you, he also knew you were naĂŻve and had a very strong moral compass.
Which is why youâd stormed out. And now, weeks later, the war still raging on and the final battle inching closer daily, you still refused to talk to him. When he approached you, you walked away. When he tried to talk to you in class, you turned and started a conversation with the nearest person.
And when he was waiting on the quidditch pitch in the pouring rain, bouquet in hand, you still ignored him. But he saw a flicker of something familiar in your eyes, something heâd longed to see since the day you walked out. So he kept trying, kept showing up untill one day, you accepted his peace offering.
âThis doesnât mean that i changed my mind, okay? I still want you on our side. I just donât want to fight anymore.â
âFine by me.â
look for the girl with the broken smile and ask her if she wants to stay a while
Youâd won. After years of fighting and fear, you had won. Voldemort was gone and this time, he couldnât come back. Mattheo always thought that he would feel some kind of remorse for turning on his father in the heat of the battle, but, as he now realised, he only felt relief.
Hogwarts was shattered, there was debris from fallen statues or walls littering the ground and aurors everywhere, coming to arrest his fatherâs followers. Mattheo slowly walked into the great hall, made into a makeshift infirmary, and saw more pain and grief than he ever had in his eighteen years of life.
The survivors were scattered across the hall and his eyes quickly scanned the room for your familiar face. He found it amongst the gryffindors, sitting quietly on a bench with a mug of tea clutched between your hands. You werenât crying, oddly enough. Your checks were stained with dirt and streaks of blood but no tears. You looked like youâd been through hell and back but, somehow, you were smiling.
Parvati Patil was telling you a story about her brother who had passed last month, fighting for the wizzarding world. Parvati was dealing with her loss in the way that so many do, drowning out the sad memories with the good ones and trying to make her brother proud by telling his stories.
Mattheo walked up to you, nervous about what you would say regarding his late switch of sides. When you took a look around the great hall, looking to see if there were any new faces you recognized, you saw him. Exclusief yourself from Parvati, you ran to him, jumping into his arms and hugging him tighter than you ever had.
If Mattheo had to tell anyone when he knew he was in love with you and would forever be, he would describe that moment, you in his arms, clutching onto him like the world might end. And for him, that was enough.
summary - Sarah had just joined the pogues and convinced everyone to join her this summer for a summer camp. JJ decides to tag along because, well he needs the money. Little did he know one of the long-time counselors would steal his heart.
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After a few minutes spent in silence, walking trough the camp grounds and Elisabeth and Sarah saying hello to people they passed, they reached the Hall. It was a large wooden building that looked like the ranch JJâs father had worked for, once upon a time.
Elisabeth led them through the double doors into the mess hall. The inside of the building was nothing like the pogues anticipated. There were long oak tables scattered around with the cabin signs hanging of the sides, medals, trophies and photoâs on every wall, and a huge buffet table to the left side, filled with that nightâs dinner.
Elisabeth weaved through the crowd and took a seat on one of the tables, sitting next to a few girls roughly their age. She introduced them to the pogues, and excited look on her face. The girls, named Maddie and Lola, were a bit less enthusiatic and just nodded at the group before turning their attention back to a woman that had now climbed onto one of the tables in the centre of the hall.
She was a tall redhead woman in her late fifties with a look that could comfort and reprimand you in the same sentence. She was wearing a white t-shirt with the words âcamp leaderâ written in black and a kaki hat. The lady stood tall on the table and began to introduce herself and give a tiny welcoming speech.
âAlright welcome to all the new staff and counselors, welcome back to all our usual helping hands. So, this year will be the same as usual, your schedule for the summer will be delivered in your mail box in front of your cabin, anything else you need you go to your upper counselor first, this year thatâs Elisabeth-â
Elisabeth stands up to make sure all the new counselors knew who she was and waved quickly before sitting back down.
â-and Mike.â
A tall guy stood up a few tables down and waved exitedly, almost hitting one of the girls sat next to him. He was muscular and tanned as hell, his shirt fitting tightly around his muscles, JJ understood why people called him Big Mike.
âIf you canât resolve the issue with those two then you come to me. My doorâs always open except when it isnât. Stay in line, donât break too much rules and letâs make this a fun and enjoyable summer.â
Everyone around them started clapping and cheering, the summer having officially started. After a round of applause, the staff started to filter out of the mess hall, having furies to attent to and prep to do before the kids arrived.
JJ and the rest of the pogues stuck around waiting for Elisabeth to finish talking to Lola, lounging on the wooden benches and engaging in some small talk with a few other counselors Sarah knew.
Elisabeth finally finished up and signaled for them to follow her. They walked through a patch of forrest and after five minutes Sarah and Pope had to split from the rest of the group, Klara and John B leaving not much after to go to their own cabins.
âI know our cabinâs far from the mess hall but I promise weâve got the best one. Weâre close to the bonfire, the lake, the showers,âŠâ
Elisabeth started rambling on about the location and the campers they usually got, making sure they knew the cottage was the best cabin. After a few more minutes of walking, they reached the building. It was a tall, wooden cabin that reminder JJ of a midieval castle.
Elisabeth continued talking and walked in without waiting for Cleo and JJ, who were gaping at the mere size of the building in awe. Both of them were pogues and, because Sarah suggested the camp, they figured it would be a bit bigger than they were used to. This however, topped every last one of their expactations.
Elisabeth, who now realised two of her counselors were still outside and gaping at the sheer size of their cabin, turned back around, grabbed their hands and dragged them through the french doors.
âHoly fucking shitâ
Cleo said, her jaw dropped with all the beautiful things in their cabin. Elisabeth, who had been staying in the cabin since she was a child, gave them a quick tour, showing them the childrenâs rooms and bathrooms and then their own rooms. Cleo and Elisabeth would be sharing and so would JJ and Big Mike.
Elisabeth told them she was going for a quick shower and to make themselves at home in their rooms and then promptly left the pogues to their own devices.
Cleo and JJ shared a look of wonder, still not sure they werenât dreaming.
summary - Tristan was known for one thing: if he liked someone, the entire school would know. But then there was youâŠ
Tristan liked people loudly and out in the open. He wasnât afraid to charm girls in hallways or classrooms. There was only one girl that completely flipped his way of life, of love.
you
You and Tristan had known eachother since kindergarten, your parents introducing the two of you before you could protest. You both came from wealth so it wasnât a surprise that when you started getting along, the dinner parties increased.
With you everything was different.
When you walked by, Tristan craned his neck a little to catch a whiff of your shampoo, green apple, or your perfume, either cinnamon or strawberry. He always loved the scent.
When he saw you in the hallway, he waved and said hello, something he couldnât recall ever doing even for girlfriends. Even if he was in the middle of a conversation, he would find time to greet you.
If you were sitting in front of him, which only happened in history and biology, heâd tap your shoulder and slip you a note. Heâd write something stupid in his illegible handwriting or draw you a picture of something he knew youâd like.
And during the dinner parties, heâd pick the seat right next to you so he could steal a glance at you or whisper a dumb comment or a joke in your ear, just so he could hear your laugh.
He didnât realise it at first, how much he craved your presence and longed for it desperately when you werenât around. Then suddenly, one afternoon, the realisation slowly washed over it like a wave returning to shore, he liked you, want no, loved you. And he vowed to himself to never let it show.
Thatâs how it started. He found a tiny sketchbook in the corner of his room and one evening, when he was bored, he doodled you in it. And before he knew it he wrote a little poem about you. He was shocked himself, there he was, barely passing in English but writing an entire sonnet on the way he thought your lips would feel.
From then on he started bringing it to school, drawing or writing in it inbetween classes and during free periods. And when someone asked him to see it, heâd quickly slam it closed and tell them it was none of their business. One time you asked and he swiftly changed the subject and stuffed it in his backpack.
For once in his life, Tristan had something he wanted to keep for himself.
Tristan had been using his notebook for months now, the pages filled with drawings of you, the dimples on your cheeks when you smiled, the back of your head when you sat in front of him in class, always with a little line of a poem he found next to it, sometimes even his own work.
All his friends had been pestering him to show them what he drew in his mysterious notebook for weeks and every time they asked he refused to show them or changed the subject. That is, untill one day.
They were sitting in the courtyard and his friends were rambling on about foutball or something else. Tristan swiftly pulled out his sketchbook and sat down on one of the benched, his eyes scanning the crowd for you. One of his friends, Charlie, noticed him sitting and swiped the book out of his hands.
âOh, look what we have here, little Dugrayâs diary.â
He mocked, opening it on a random page and looking at a few of his drawings. His smirk widened and Tristan quickly snatched it back, gripping it close to his chest.
âWhat the fuck Charlie?â
Tristan said, glaring at the boy. Charlie laughed at this, the sly smile still prominent on his face.
âI think little Dugray has a crush.â
Charlie said, grinning from ear to ear. Him and Tristan had been friends for years, he knew almost everything about the boy and was slightly hurt Tristan didnât tell him. Tristan groaned and covered his face with the book.
âShut upâ
Tristan said, still hiding behind the notebook.
âWait who is it?â
One of the other boys, Andy, asked, also grinning widely. Charlie nodded his head in your direction, still smirking and whispered your name just loud enough for the others to hear.
The guys were split into two groups, each reacting differently. You had the shocked ones, who couldnât believe what they just heard, and you had the smiling ones, who were happy their friend finally found someone.
âDo. Not. Tell. Anyone.â
Tristan said, threathening his friends. He was slightly relieved to be able to finally tell someone but also still pissed at Charlie. The guys all promise they wouldnât tell, swore it on their mothers and father and everything that was deal to them. But ofcourse, secrets never stay secret for long.
Alex, one of Tristanâs friends was dating Julie, and Julie had a sister, Margot, and Margot was friends with Louiseâs hairstylist and Louise was friends with you.
So by the next monday your entire friend group knew⊠except for you. Louise hadnât had the heart to spill Tristanâs biggest secret and had sworn all the others into secrecy. That didnât mean however, that they werenât going to do everything in their power to set you up.
Which is why, on friday evening, you were at Madelineâs place getting ready for âa special occasionâ as Rory had so kindly described it. You were wearing your favorite dress with tiny, white kitten heels and your hair was styled perfectly, thanks to Louise.
The sound of a doorbell could be heard echoing through the house, Madeline sprinting downstairs to open the door to Tristan, dressed in a tuxedo, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and looking utterly confused. He had no idea why you had texted him to come over so suddenly (Madeline stole your cell) or why youâd told him to look presentable (an alternatieve Paris came up with after Louise wanten to type âlook hotâ).
Not that he was complaining.
Madeline swung open the door, told him to wait, ran back upstairs only to say âthe eagle has landedâ and run back down again (Louise wanted it to feel like a secret mission so they came up with code names). You were quickly told to go downstairs and just âenjoy yourselfâ.
When you descended the stairs Tristan thought he was dreaming and subtly pinched himself, just to make sure you were real. You smiled slightly stopping at the doorway and craning your neck to look up at him.
âThey set you up too?â
You asked, voice sweet like honey and Tristan thought he might faint. You were the most gorgeous being he had ever seen and would later go on to say that that was an understatement.
âYeahâ
He scratched his neck, feeling slightly embarassed.
Five years later was your one year anniversary and Tristan was the most nervous he had ever been in his twenty-one years of life. He handed you a tiny book looking at you to gauge your reaction. You smiled and opened the notebook, eyes flikkering at all the pages, filled with drawings of you and little love notes.
âThank you Tristan, I love it.â
You said hugging him and placing a kids on his cheek, smiling wider than you ever thought was possible.
And it was at this moment that Tristan was glad Charlie had taken his notebook and told everyone, years ago. Because if not, he wouldnât have ever goten a chance with the love of his life. He stuffed his right hand into his pocket, searching around for something.
He swiftly pulled out a box, dropped on one knee and asked the most important question of his life.
Heyy!! I really loved the roommates headcanons for Luke Castellan, and I'm wondering if you could write a fic abt it? Just a one-shot â Luke's and reader's first date and him railing her afterwards? Like the headcanon mentioned. It's completely okay if you feel like it ignoring this request or just don't feel like writing it, btw I loved ur writing <3 This is all, byee
yessssss!!! I would absolutely love this! please tag me when you post it so I can read it afterwards
roommate!luke who was apprehensive to share a dorm with you at first
roommate!luke who brought girls home every friday but at least played loud enough music to drown out the sounds of them
roommate!luke who, once he started warming up to you, turned out to be less horrible than you thought he was
roommate!luke who only brought around girls because he hoped you would get jealous (because he has a tiny crush on you)
roommate!luke who buys your favorite flowers every week and puts them in a vase on the kitchen counter
roommate!luke who helps you study for your exams and never once complains about it (because he gets to spend hours listening to your voice)
roommate!luke who has no idea where your pink lace panties went and definetely didnât steal them
roommate!luke who stopped bringing around girls when he realised he always imagned it was you he was kissing
roommate!luke who gladly helps you with everything. canât reach something? ask luke! he loves touching your waist and leaning over you to grab something out of the cabinet
roommate!luke who would cuddle up to you when you were watching movies together to keep you warm, after all gass is so pricy these days
roommate!luke who always walks around in just his boxers during breakfast and pretends not to notice you staring at his abs (and definetly doesnât wish your eyes would drift lower every once in a while)
roommate!luke who looks at bikini pics of you or listens to your voicemail while jerking off
roommate!luke who loves seeing you wearing a sleep shirt (especially if itâs his) and loves it even more when your underwear pokes out from underneath it
roommate!luke who is really nervous when he is finally asking you out, he looks all cool on the outside but he is freaking out internally
roommate!luke who absolutely rails you after your first date and insists you stay in his bed after
roommate!luke who gropes your ass in public after you get together and constantly has a hand on you somewhere
roommate!luke who takes you on these cute dates only to bend you over the kitchen counter after
roommate!luke who talks to his friends about you every chance he gets and is infatuated by your existance
roommate!luke who is head-over-heels for you and makes sure you know it
summary- there are two things at hogwarts everyone knows, sirius black has a short temper and if anyone insults you, theyâll be met with a fist. one day a slytherin tries to test that, it ends up with sirius and him in the hospital wing, albeit in different states.
a/n- so exited to finally write this, hope you enjoy
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Sirius knew he shouldnât, knew it was dumb and knew it would get him in trouble. But he never let any of those things stop him, so why would he care now? The guy had said something daft, though with all the adrenaline pumping through his brain, Sirius didnât remember exactly what. He just knew it included your name and âa good shagâ and that was enough to tick him off.
Heâd turned around, asked the boy to repeat it, fully prepared to walk away if he didnât. But he did, he strode over to Sirius and loudly proclaimed his last statement again. Or at least, tried to. Sirius had already punched him halfway through.
Theyâd gotten into a bit of a altercation that ended only with professor McGonnagal breaking the fight up, giving them both detention for a month and sending them to the hospital wing, albeit seperately. Sirius got away with a few scratches and bruises. The other guy... was not so lucky, Sirius had broken his nose and given him a black eye.
The gryffindor boy took a seat on one of the beds and waited for what felt like ages, but in reality couldn't have been more than five minutes. Then the double doors slammed open, revealing James, Remus, Peter and most importantly, you. You stood at te front of the group, now marching to where Sirius was still seated. When you reached him, you slung your arms around him without hesitation.
Your arm might've been resting on one of his bruises, but Sirius wasn't complaining. His head laid against your torso and he could smell your green apple shampoo and sweet floral perfume. His own arms, now slung around your waist, were probably too tight or low for it to be considered a friendly hug, not that Sirius cared.
The other three boys just stood by, they knew of their friend fancying you, so they didn't dare interfere, afraid of ending up like the slytherin across the room. When you finally released Sirius, the boys took turns akwardly hugging him, patting his back and telling him he looked horrible. After they were done you put up a stern face and asked Sirius the question you and the three boys had been wondering since you came in.
'What in the bloody hell did you do, Sirius Orion Black?'
'Nothing you need to worry about, Ace.'
'You're in the hospital wing, you twat. Is that not a reason enough?'
You weren't actually mad, just annoyed he kept ending up in situations like these. Ever since you'd met him he had been causing trouble and getting into fights every chance he got. And now that it had finally slowed down, he decides to punch a random bloke. You were used to it, really. Just hadn't expected it now, usually there were weeks of suspence and tension before Sirius threw the first puch.
James asked him what had happened, something you were wondering as well, although the three boys seemed more entertained than worried. Sirius started to explain why he punched the slytherin, conveniently leaving out the part where the slytherin had called you 'a good snog', instead just saying the boy had insulted one of you.
You nodded your head, understanding why heâd done it, still annoyed but now a bit less. Madam Pomfrey came over a few minutes into his explanation and gave him a draught that would relieve some of his pain and make the bruises go away. He quickly gobbled it down, making a face at it's taste.
You settled into one of the chairs next to his bed and made yourself comfortable, preparing to stay there overnight.
âAce, what are you doing?â
Sirius asked, momentarily lifting his head to look at you, a confused expresion on his face.
âIâm staying here. And no, you donât have a say in this.â
You said, tone firm. He laid his head back on the pillow, accepting his faith. He was too tired to fight back and honestly, he didnât mind it one bit. Thruth was, heâd liked you since fourth year when you rescued some first yearâs kitten from a tree. And now, two years later, he was still infatuated by you.
After the other three boys left to go fetch you some dinner, Sirius rolled over to face you.
âHey Aceâ
âHey Siriusâ
He was working up the courage to ask you out, the years of secret pining and staring at you across the classroom finally building up to a confession. He opened his mouth and closed it again, looking for the right words to convey his undying love to you.
âSo, I was wondering if-â
He started, trying to tell you he loved you when he was interrupted by the three other boys returning, chattering away and completely oblivious to their best friendâs confession being ruined. James plopped down on the edge of the bed and began to explain how hard it had been to get diner from the house elves after supper had ended.
Sirius groaned internally, his confidence quickly dissapearing when his friends had walked in. He would tell you, one day, just not now, when you looked so happy talking to Peter about Herbology and laughing with James about a stupid prank youâd pulled on him years ago.
No, he wouldnât ruin this moment for you, so he just sat back and whined to Remus about his injuries, all while stealing glances at you every few seconds.
summary - when ZOMBIES 4 drops nobody expects for you to have chemistry. barely any scenes together, no previous connections. but when the fans see your dynamic they start shipping. and, honestly? you don't mind
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