Headcanons: Running a bookshop/tea shop with Remus Lupin
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(Remus Lupin, one of my top three HP characters. I just wanted him to have a happy ending. T_T Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this fluffy little thing!)
Headcanons: Running a bookshop/tea shop with Remus would include:
Selling a combination of both magical and Muggle books is interesting; you’re surprised by how many wizards and witches haven’t heard of even famous Muggle books.
There are many late nights spent stocking together; even if only one of you is needed, the other stays for company.
Stocking nights are filled with soft music and chatting. You introduce each other to your favorite songs.
At the beginning you made a schedule, splitting both of you up between the books and tea shop. It doesn’t take long for that neat schedule you worked on to be thrown out the window. You two flit about the building wherever you’re needed.
When he notices you tend to skip eating when the shop is busy, he starts bringing you food. At first, he claims he accidentally brought too much for himself; later, when you’ve caught on to him, he makes you food at the shop.
Some of the magical books you have are dangerous or delicate, and need special care. One day, Madame Pince is kind enough to visit and show you how to protect them (and your customers); you’re grateful, as you’ve been meaning to contact her for weeks. She lets it slip that Remus told her about it.
During your downtime, you knit a cardigan for him. It’s supposed to be a secret, as a thank you for everything he’s done. When you’re in such close contact though, it’s difficult to work on it while keeping it a secret.
One day, when you’re stocking shelves, you slip on the step-stool. Remus forgets about magic and catches you the Muggle way, in his arms. You’re so close, you notice that he smells like chocolate, tea herbs, and books. It’s a nice smell.
You have a love/hate relationship with the rushes; it’s a pain dealing with so many customers at once, but you love seeing people find books they like or find a new tea they enjoy. To your amazement, Remus never appears frazzled by the rushes.
Remus always has a cup of your favorite tea ready for you after a rush, fixed just the way you like it. You always return the favor.
When you give him the finished cardigan, his eyes light up. He loves all the little details you added to it, like the hidden pockets charmed to hold his chocolate without it melting. He can’t contain his delight, and wraps you up in a hug.
Pairing: John Constantine (Matt Ryan ver.) x Male Homosexual Reader (trans-friendly)
For the pride prompt: Gay sailor boy unaffected by the sirens. He's the only one who can save the ship… with the hot captain apparently…
Rating: Teen and Up
Words: 1368
POV: Second
Summary: You sail into Ghost Bay and encounter sirens. All your female-attracted crewmen turn into mindless pawns. Everything just gets weird from there.
Notes: Happy Belated Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. This is the sirens song (it was used in Pirates of the Carribean as well)
Tags: vague history AU, or time travelling whatever, action, new fatasy creature: the homosexual, the only lady this reader is interested in is the sea and reader is not a fighter but we commend his guts
The sea was a lady. She could be beautiful. She could lure you in and make your wildest dreams come true. However, she could also be unforgiving. She could rage and leave you to your fate. Tonight, she was ethereal. The deep blue waters glistened with the reflection of the night sky like pearls on a necklace. It was somewhat comforting, considering the captain had steered the ship through Ghost Bay.
Everyone here was either insane, had nowhere else to go or really needed the money. Ships always returned from this bay empty, if they returned at all. From the distance, some people claimed to see the ghosts of the missing sailors. You did not believe shit of it. You were going to die, but it was better to die at sea with an okay crew, then at the hands of the church.
You were admiring the bay, when you heard it, an angelic voice in the distance. There were no words, just the beautiful notes that echoed off the rocks. You raised your head and tried to look for the owner of the voice. When you turned to ask your fellow mates if they heard it too, you noticed they had woken from their slumber and were walking the deck like zombies. “So you guys hear it too?” You called to them, but they were not answering. Then, suddenly, the ship was steered starboard and smashed against the rock formations. “What the fuck, Adam?!”
The ship thrudged on between the narrow waters between the rock formations in the bay. Adam seemed to be purposefully trying to hit every rock in sight. While the ship was swaying from portside to starboard, you made your way to the wheel. Adam seemed to be fully awake, but also was not acknowledging your presence at all. “Get it together man!” You exclaimed as you tried to wrestle him for the wheel. However, Adam’s only focus seemed to be smashing all of you to death or capsizing the ship. You were so caught up in your task that you had not noticed your odd captain climbing the ladder and approaching you guys with a big piece of broken wood. His arrival remained unknown, until Adam got smacked over the head and fell unconscious. “Be a good chap and take the wheel,” Captain Constantine told you, as he started to drag Adam away from the steering device.
You were too panicked to be shocked and grabbed the wheel. However, you had never even touched the steering wheel, let alone held it and used it. It turned out your driving skills were worse than Adam trying to kill all of you on purpose. As the ship continued to smash against rocks until there were none left to sail into, you tried to steer away from the bay, but all of the sudden the anchor was dropped and you were parked. Fog had rolled from the island and was now enveloping you in mystery. “What’s going on, captain?” You turned to the blond haired man behind you.
He adjusted his long coat and then looked at you. “Sirens, can’t you hear their call?” Without the sound of rock hitting wood, you could hear the angelic voices again.
“My heart is pierced by cupid.
I disdain all glittering gold.
There is nothing can console me,
But my jolly sailor bold…”
You nodded. “Yeah I can hear them, why?” The captain frowned at you and then took you by the arm, bringing you below deck. As you walked across the deck, you saw your fellow crewmates jumping overboard like mindless fish longing to be one with the ocean again. Once you were in his quarters, you wanted to take the opportunity to see what it was like to have money. However, all you could focus on was the empty floor with runes drawn over it. Half-burned candles were put in a circle. “Uhm… I’ll go check on the crew,” you said as you tried to back out of the door. You knew a red flag when you saw one.
The captain didn’t let you leave though. He dragged you back into the room and cornered you against the desk. “What are you?” He inquired, but you did not know the answer. “How are you resistant to the sirens’ call?” Another question you did not know the answer to.
The sirens were still audible outside. “How are you not throwing yourself overboard?” You counter-questioned. Sometimes the best answer to a question was asking the exact same question back. The captain snickered and adjusted his long beige coat. He snapped his fingers and held a flame in his hands. You gasped and pointed at him.
“You’re a witch!”
“Warlock, actually.”
You pushed him away. “Get away from me, witch!” He moved backwards just enough for you to sprint past him and make a dash for the door. He yelled after you, but you made it back to the deck. The night sky had taken a turn for the worst. Clouds covered the stars and rain pattered onto the wood of the deck. It wasn’t much yet, but you had a feeling it was building up to a storm. You made it to the edge of the ship, just to see sirens drag your crewmates onto the shore of Ghost Bay. “Hey! Get your fishy hands off them, you fiends!” You called out.
You looked around for a rope ladder, but before you could grab one, the captain was strutting onto the deck, the rain forcing his blond hair to stick to his forehead. You grabbed a mop and aimed it at him. “Stay back! I will use this!” He laughed.
“If you want to save your mates, you put that down and listen to me. Those sirens will have eaten them before sunrise, unless you do exactly as I say.”
You didn’t drop the mop. “You work with the sirens?” He laughed again and shook his head.
“I am here to stop them, love.” You stared at him, then took a look over your shoulder at your crewmates being dragged onto shore. A frustrated sigh left you.
“Fine! But I am keeping this.” You shook the mop. “Now, what is the plan oh great witch?”
“Warlock,” the captain corrected you again, before continuing. “Sirens are just very angry mermaids. Once we purge the dark power holding them in its grip, they will just peacefully return to where they came from in the first place.”
He walked past you and looked over the edge down to the sirens clawing at the hull. You kept a safe distance from him. Dashing as he may be, he did not even look close to trustworthy. “Yeah well, sounds easy, but how do we ‘purge the dark power’ from the sirens?”
It only took you two minutes to regret that question. John Constantine kept a lot of weird shit in his cabin. Mermaid hair, mermaid scales, ocean water from a special part of the ocean or whatever. You helped him make some weird concoction for him to drink… which was gross and weird, but ok. It was not like you had any better idea aside from just beating the sirens with your mop.
A few minutes later John lowered the ladder to climb down to the shore, but before he went down, he turned to you. “Before we go, I need to know why you are not trying to shag the sirens.”
You chuckled at the mere thought. Sure, you could see their beauty, but it did you nothing. “They’re just not my type.”
John looked at you for a long moment and then eventually, something seemed to click in his brain. He started to grin and leaned closer and closer to you, until you had to put the mop between you for some personal space. “I s’pose I’m more your speed then, ain’t that right?”
You felt your face heat up. “That depends on your performance… warlock.” His grin widened and he finally gave you some space.
“Well then, prepare for a show,” he dramatically announced, before sliding down the ladder. Maybe the sirens were not going to be your biggest problem tonight.
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