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I am sooooo ready for more of where we left off omg I've been needing angst bless u❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much, I can’t even begin to explain how happy it makes me that people have been enjoying the series, even if it’s only at the beginning.

And I’m very happy I could be of service <3

Part 2 is finally up! I hope you still enjoy the story going forward.

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where we left off | pt. 2

Remus Lupin x fem!reader | 3.1k words

Summary: After your boyfriend Remus leaves you suddenly overnight, it’s up to your friends to pick up the pieces. Not long after, you flee the country, travelling the world and healing slowly but surely. But you can’t run forever. It’s at the Potters’ Christmas party that you meet Remus again for the first time in two years

Tags: Angst LOTS of angst, betrayal, heartbreak, hurt/comfort but it takes a while, eventual fluff, happy ending, not canon compliant, platonic!James, Sirius, Lily x reader, background Jily

CW: trauma, fear of abandonment, problems with intimacy

A/N: Thank you for all the positive feedback pt. 1 got, I never expected this <3 Also it's a 6 part series instead of 5 parts now for pacing reasons, so one extra part yippee. Also please excuse that the punctuation in this is all over the place, it was too time consuming to fix it

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6

Christmas Part 2:

Not long after Christmas, you found yourself at the Potters’ doorstep again. 

The potential meeting with Remus, just the two of you, had been weighing heavily on your mind during the holidays. And ever since that first meeting, with everything still unresolved between the two of you, your nightmares had started to return.

So often you would dream about waking up to an empty apartment, bookshelves wiped clean, wardrobe empty. You would dream about running after a faceless shadow, desperate to reach it, but it would vanish in the distance every time. 

They were starting to mess with your head, and you needed them to stop.

Remus hadn't tried to contact you himself yet, but you hadn't expected him to either. He was clearly waiting for you to be ready.

"Come in, it's freezing," Lily quickly pulled you inside after only the first knock.

"You poor thing. If I'd known the snow would be this bad, I would have offered to come to you."

You hung up your coat and toed your boots off before following Lily into the kitchen, where she had already prepared tea. 

"Don't be silly, I asked you to meet," you said, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Where's Harry?"

She placed a steaming cup of tea in front of you, which you gladly took into your hands to warm your freezing fingers. 

"Taking a nap upstairs. If he wakes up, you can go and see him later."

You watched her rummage around the kitchen before she joined you at the table with a bowl of leftover Christmas biscuits.

"These are all I can offer you, sadly. James is out shopping because we don't have any food in the house, but it's perfect since I get you all to myself," she said and finally took a seat opposite you at the kitchen table.

"James is shopping?" you replied, finding the idea of that rather funny.

Lily just shrugged with a smile.

"He loves muggle supermarkets for some reason. He was fascinated the first time I took him. But anyway, how have you been since—you know?"

Yes, how exactly had you been? 'Stressed' was a good way to put it. Worried, anxious. Letting Remus back into your life brought back memories—good and bad. But they were memories you had carefully stowed away during your travels, and having to deal with all of that again was overwhelming, to say the least.

"It's complicated," you answered hesitantly. 

"You know he asked me to meet with him in private on Christmas Eve? I didn't find a quiet moment to tell you. That's actually why I came by," you admitted.

Lily just smiled knowingly.

"You don't know if you should give him the chance," it wasn't a question, and she was right. She didn’t need your reply to confirm this either.

"I can’t take that decision away from you, you know that," Lily started. You were still staring down into the swirl that your spoon had left in your tea.

"But if you want my advice… When I stayed with you after he left, we talked a lot about what reason there could have been for him doing this to you. And obviously we had our theories," she smiled softly. Badmouthing Remus had been a good coping mechanism, especially in the beginning. 

"But in the end you’ll only know the truth if he tells it to you himself. I think that if you still feel like the truth could help you going forward, then talking to him might not be such a bad idea. The conversation should be to your benefit; you don’t owe him to hear him out."

Lily was sensible as always, way less irrational than what you had been thinking leading up to this. You paused for a moment.

The truth.

You had wanted to hear it for so long, but would it actually put your mind at ease? Putting the possibility of a relationship in the future with Remus aside for a moment, could it help you move on? Or would it just make it harder to continue than your oblivion had? Worse, would it make you forgive him when you weren't even sure if you were ready to?

In the end, you sent the owl to Remus that same evening. 

The day he would come to speak to you in your flat came sooner than you had hoped. It was just Remus, nobody you had to impress. But you wanted him to think that things had been going well, so you spent most of the morning tidying up and making the place look presentable. It was a good opportunity to stay busy too, your worries and fears clouding your brain as the time of his arrival came nearer and nearer.

You still lived in the old flat you had shared with him before he left you, although it looked very different now compared to back then. You had made it your own; all the traces of Remus were long gone. 

The knock on the door came five minutes early, you hadn't even had the chance to boil the kettle. Your heart immediately started beating faster with anxiety as you approached the door and unlocked it for him. 

He still looked slightly ill, just as he had at Christmas, but his eyes softened as soon as he saw you. He almost looked—nice.

"Hi," hearing his voice again made you gulp, already feeling the lump in your throat. You quickly stepped aside to let him in before he could notice. 

"Come in, it's cold."

He stomped the snow out of his boots on the mat in front of the door before stepping inside and sliding off his coat. He reached to hang it up next to yours, just as he had done every day two years ago. Back when things were still alright.  You had to force yourself to look away.

"Would you like some tea?" you asked quickly and he nodded.

"Yes, thank you."

You brushed past him, escaping into the kitchen with the excuse to make tea for both of you. You could hear him follow only a few seconds later as you put the kettle on. 

“Do you still take it with just milk?” The question had escaped before you could stop it.

He pulled back a chair at the kitchen table, making himself comfortable. 

"Yeah, just milk is fine."

Thank Merlin that your back was turned to him. The awkward conversation between the two of you felt painful, like two strangers who had known each other in a previous life. A happier life. 

You joined him at the kitchen table a few moments later, sliding his cup of steaming tea in front of him carefully. Both of you seemed unsure how to start. After all, it was a very difficult conversation to be had. 

"Are you cold?" You asked before the silence could stretch too long while not knowing anything better to talk about.

"I can turn up the heater."

He just shook his head, taking a sip of his tea.

"You don’t have to do that."

Uncomfortable silence followed. You tried to act busy by taking a few sips of your tea, but it just scalded the roof of your mouth instead of actually helping.

Eventually he spoke first.

"How—" He pauses. "How have you been?"

It was a silly question really, but at least it would give the two of you a starting point and end this horrible awkwardness. 

"I don’t really know," you answered honestly, while not wanting to spill too many of the details yet.

"How have you been?"

He smiled, but there was pain visible in his eyes.

"I’ve been better, it’s obvious."

You nodded, but deep inside you didn't exactly understand. If he wasn’t doing well with a situation that was purely his fault, why did he cause it in the first place? The two of you had been so happy, at least it had seemed that way to you.

It was becoming increasingly harder to hold yourself back from asking the question that had plagued your mind every single day for the past two years.

"So why did you leave?"

He sighed, his hands coming up to massage his face as if to soothe his distress.

"I thought it was the right thing at the time," replied Remus, not elaborating further. 

You could have guessed this. Remus had always had self-destructive tendencies, especially when it came to you. He denied himself the happiness everyone around him knew he deserved because of his lycanthropy, but you never expected it to get to the point of him hurting you too.

“I don’t really understand,” you replied, your voice a little harsher now than at the beginning of the conversation.

Remus seemed to shrink into his seat, which was remarkable for someone so tall. He looked a lot older like this, his face aged by worry and regret. 

“I had my reasons, y/n. After everything, I thought it was the best for both of us.”

His hands moved to fiddle with his cup, as if he was trying to keep them busy. How could he explain to you that he had regretted leaving as soon as he stepped out of the door? That he realised his mistake perhaps before he even made it? And he still did it anyway because he thought you would be better off. 

“And was it?”

Both anger and deep, painful sadness were making it increasingly harder to keep your emotions in check, so you kept your answer short. You had sworn not to cry in front of him, but that promise was harder to keep than you had anticipated.

“No,” he replied, looking right into your eyes when he answered the question. Within the inner turmoil he had experienced these past two years, it was the one thing he was still sure of. It had been anything but the right thing.

Your heart clenched as soon as he said it. What did he mean ‘no’? If at least he could be certain about making the right decision, then maybe one day you could come to peace with it too. All this was doing was riling up your emotions unnecessarily.

“But then how could you think you were doing the right thing?”

You felt a lump building in your throat as you asked this. His explanations were activating parts of your mind that you had long forgotten about. It was a shameful thought that there was still love in your heart when he had hurt you so deeply.

“I thought you deserved better—” he started, but you cut him off.

“How could you say that?”

The pain in your voice made Remus’s heart clench in his chest. Knowing that he was the cause for it, when you were the most wonderful person he knew, someone he had sworn to protect, broke him all over again. But he owed you this honesty without his emotions clouding it.

“Because it’s true. You’re kind, and intelligent, and beautiful. You had all these dreams of seeing the world, and you wanted to throw them away for me. I didn’t want to be the reason you gave them up. You deserve so much more than what I can give you.” You were close to interrupting him again, but he kept going this time.

“It took me a long time to realise that isn’t a reason to walk away like I did. It should have been a conversation, and I should have been transparent with you about what I was thinking. I’m sorry, y/n. I haven’t told you yet, it should have been the first thing I said to you. I’m so sorry.”

His self-reflection took away the fuel for the small fire that had started to build inside you. You didn’t reply and instead kept listening to his explanation.

“I wanted to reach out to you again, you know. But James was always talking about what you wrote in your letters from abroad, and I was just happy you were doing it. I didn’t want to ruin it all a second time, so I never said anything.”

When you were still quiet, he took another sip of his tea and continued.

"But I don’t think it’s fair for me to do all the talking. I just want to be honest with you, y/n. But your perspective is more important. I really want to hear from you, if you’re willing to tell me. Anything about what happened after."

The time it had taken for him to talk gave you the chance to compose yourself to the point that you were sure your voice wouldn’t come out shaky when you finally answered. 

This insightful Remus was quite a bit different from the Remus you had known two years ago when the two of you were pretty much fresh out of Hogwarts. There were new things to learn about him now. His previous inclination for letting his emotions lead and making rash decisions that he later came to regret had turned into a calmer, reflective—maybe even mature—Remus. This didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Alright,” you finally replied.

“What made you decide to meet me after all? You have every reason to never want to see me again. To hate me even.”

Since you had taken a few days before reaching out to him after Christmas, he had already started to think you no longer had any interest in it. 

You hesitated. What lay before you was the decision between honesty, being vulnerable, showing Remus that you were not as okay as you wanted him to think, and a lie. 

But in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to his face. 

“I did hate you for a bit while I was gone,” you couldn't bring yourself to look at him while you spoke. 

“You have to understand—I wanted to marry you, Remus. We were going to buy this beautiful house, and the future seemed so clear from where I was standing. Those dreams you talked about, I still had them, but I wanted you. After you left, I lost everything. Everything I had planned and hoped for.” 

You took in a deep breath, determined to not let your voice waver. You would not cry in front of him now either, not when you had been so strong until now.

“I never got any closure, but I think I still need it if I’m going to move on eventually.”

It didn’t feel right to talk about moving on for some reason. You had thought about nothing else for such a long period of time, but now, sitting before him, it didn’t feel right.

Remus, meanwhile, was having trouble not reaching out to comfort you instinctively. He no longer felt like he had permission to touch you, but hearing you talk about this was breaking his heart. He wanted to fix it, make everything right again, it just wasn’t so simple.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“You already said that.”

“I want you to know that I mean it,” his expression was earnest as he looked at you. Despite wanting there to be more between the two of you again, he had also known that he couldn’t expect you to feel the same way as he did. If there was any chance of him being in your life platonically instead, it was an easy decision to make. 

“I’ll do anything to help you move on. My goal was always your happiness, and I still stand by that.”

Him saying that lifted a small part of the resignations you had previously harboured in your heart. You found yourself thinking that maybe it could work like this. Maybe you could let him back into your life, maybe it would all turn out fine.

However, these thoughts were also terrifying. Hadn’t you thought exactly the same thing about him before as well? You had been so ready for the next step in your relationship, and yet Remus had thrown it all away overnight. No matter how much remorse he showed now, the fact wouldn’t change that he had gone through with it in the end. 

It was all moving a little too fast; he was getting too close. If you agreed to this now, then it would only be a matter of time for I’ll help you to turn into We’ll get through this together. And it was too soon for an us between you and Remus.

It couldn’t be that easy. For all you knew, the things he was telling you didn’t even have to be true.

“I don’t know,” you replied eventually.

Your mind was running a million miles an hour; this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. 

Remus looked confused as you said this. Your expression had changed in an instant. Had he said something to upset you?

“I don’t know if I can. I really don’t—”

He could see you were starting to spiral and get lost in your head. His fingers twitched around his teacup, desperately wanting to reach out and pull you out of it again, but he resisted.

”That’s okay. I didn’t mean it like you had to.”

The uncomfortable silence was back after that. Things had been going so well, he thought. Somehow he had ruined it again, maybe by going too fast. 

Your eyes were set on your teacup again. You had barely taken a sip, and the tea was probably cold now. Guilt, fear, confusion, maybe even some form of longing were running through you—it was too much. 

Remus knew it was the time for him to excuse himself, no matter how badly he wanted to stay and fix this. It was no longer his place.

“I should get going,” he said after almost a minute of awkwardness.

This seemed to snap you out of your thoughts.

”What? Oh, yes… Yes, maybe.”

You stood with him as he placed his dirty cup into the sink, but he shook his head.

”I can see myself out, it’s alright. Thank you for giving me the chance to see you, y/n. It was—“ he was about to say nice, but ended up stopping himself. 

Without another word he turned to leave, the soft click of the front door signalling his departure a few seconds later. And you were left behind, unsure if this was the outcome you had truly hoped for from this situation.

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could i also request james potter x reader fic where he’s in love with her (not Lily) and he tries to make her jealous to see if she likes him by flirting with Lily and she sees that and thinks james likes lily so she distances herself and james realized and has to apologize and grovel ? please and thank you if you end up doing this xx 💋

James Potter x fem!reader | 2nd person | 1.7k words

Tags: jealousy, mutual pining, miscommunication

CW: Nothing really? James is an idiot and makes reader upset, let me know if I forgot something

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! My requests are still OPEN, anyone can feel free to send me more <3

It had become quite obvious recently that a certain Marauder’s eyes were glued to you more often than not. After all, James Potter wasn’t exactly the picture of subtlety. He always made sure that the objects of his affection knew very well that he was pursuing them, and, in this case, that meant you.

Unfortunately for him, you weren't as open about your feelings as he was. Sure, you responded to his flirting, you never pushed him away. He'd seen that pretty blush coat your cheeks after giving you compliments, but he could never be sure. That was a problem. His feelings were real, and in order to ask you out, he'd have to know if you reciprocated them. Despite being a risk-taker usually, he would not do so with you.

However, this was nothing the Marauders couldn't fix. Many a plan had been carefully constructed in those brilliant four minds of theirs. This situation was no different. James came up with an idea that he was sure would be completely foolproof.

The day started like any other. You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast among a few of your friends, when the peaceful chatter was interrupted by the familiar laugh of James as he entered the hall with his infamous trio by his side.

You knew what was coming: he'd make his way over to you, loudly declare another flirty remark or compliment, and be on his way again. You had become accustomed to this little morning ritual the two of you had unofficially established. Somewhere along the way, you had come to enjoy it quite a bit.

But not today. You watched as he sauntered past you, dropping down on the bench a little further down next to Lily Evans, not sparing you a single glance.

“Oi, Evans,” you watched as he propped up his chin on one of his hands, giving her the signature smirk that was usually reserved exclusively for you. Your friends exchanged a glance, clearly also confused. The rest of the Marauders took a seat at the table as well, looking not at all fazed by this.

“What do you want, Potter?” Lily didn't seem pleased that he was interrupting her morning reading time.

“Can't a lad admire the view without being accused of an ulterior motive?” he replied cheekily, a smirk still playing on his lips. “You look particularly beautiful today, Evans.”

You felt your stomach drop. James was a popular guy, but him moving from you to Lily overnight felt out of character and like he had just been playing with you. This was not something you felt like listening to today.

You dropped your fork rather loudly, abruptly standing up from your seat. Maybe it was silly to act like this over a crush, but that didn't make your heartbreak any less real or valid.

“I'm not hungry anymore,” you mumbled to your friends, already grabbing your bag to leave early for class.

You had hoped it would end there, but throughout the day, whenever you caught sight of James, he was somehow bugging Lily. Forcing her to let him carry her bag, commenting on her hair or her eyes, basically doing everything he usually did with you. The only difference was that Lily seemed extremely bothered by it.

You withdrew into your circle of close friends, no longer sparing him a glance. If he wanted to act like a complete arse, then you would just ignore him. Still, your friends tried cheering you up.

He's such a prick, who does he even think he is?

You deserve so much better anyway.

Want me to go and punch him in the face for you?

The last one at least made the corner of your mouth twitch. But James finding someone new felt like the sun had just decided it didn't want to shine down on your earth anymore.

Meanwhile, James was starting to become increasingly confused by your behaviour. He barely saw you at all that day, but, oblivious as he was, he didn't think to connect it to his grand master plan.

The only reason he was doing this was to finally get the confirmation he needed to stop beating around the bush and confess. Now you weren't even seeing it.

“She's not even here right now,” he said when the four Marauders had gathered to eat dinner that evening. You were nowhere to be seen at your house table.

“And I forgot to bring the map. Where is she?”

Remus sighed, shaking his head.

“I told you this was a bad idea. Normal people just tell someone they like them, you know.”

James just shot him a playful glare.

“C'mon, Prongs. You're not going to let some bird ruin dinner, are you?” said Sirius, clearly not loving this conversation.

“We have priorities, lads. For the next prank I was thinking—”

He then proceeded to lay out the next plan for—well, James wouldn't know. He was lost in thought, trying to figure out why he had barely crossed paths with you today. It remained a mystery.

That is, until something caught the corner of his eye. He sat up, visibly lighter when he saw that you had entered the Great Hall. Just the sight of you brightened his gloom. Maybe he had just been imagining things.

But no. His eyes followed as he watched you make a short stop at your house table, wrapping some food in a napkin before you turned to leave again.

James leapt up, ignoring Sirius's protests, and darted after you, determined to find out what was going on.

“Y/n!” he called out once he was behind you in one of the hallways, but you made no move of turning around or stopping for him. He called your name again, but it seemed like you couldn't hear.

He finally caught up after you had rounded a corner, and his hand closed around your wrist.

“There you are. I was looking all over for you,” he spoke, slightly out of breath.

You turned. Clearly your idea of staying out of his way had failed miserably.

“Were you now?” your voice didn't carry its usual warmth, and the question came out sarcastic. James raised his brows in confusion.

“Yes. What—I barely saw you today,” the usual cockiness had completely vanished from his voice.

“Well, I saw plenty of you, James.”

At the end of the day James owed you nothing, but you couldn't stop the anger and hurt bubbling up in your chest. Everyone had thought that James only had a thing for you.

You ignored the growing confusion in his gaze and continued.

“It looked to me like you were busy with Lily Evans,” you raised your shoulders in a mock shrug.

“Not much room left to look for me then, really. Wouldn't you agree?”

Damn it, he should have listened to Moony. He'd spent all day thinking you just hadn't been around, but now he saw that he had hurt you. His plan had completely backfired.

When you turned to keep walking, he didn't let go of your wrist, almost as if he was afraid.

“James—”

“Y/n, I'm sorry. I've been an idiot.”

You'd never seen James this genuine. His face was contorted with shame when the realisation finally hit him. It all happened at once.

“What are you talking about? I don't want to hear your apology now that I've called you out on it,” you said, rightfully so.

He quickly shook his head.

“That's not what I'm doing. I—Well, it's completely stupid. I thought it would actually work, but I didn't think, did I?”

He was rambling now, not making any sense at all.

“Look,” you started. You hadn't wanted it to get this far, but there was no going back.

“You don’t have to do this. I get it, okay? Sometimes feelings change, but you didn't have to be such an arse about it.”

But he was shaking his head again, almost frantic. It was a miracle he even let you finish your sentence.

“No, you're not getting it, y/n. I just—Alright, I guess I'm doing this. I wanted to make you jealous.”

The confession was out before he could stop it. He cringed internally at the sound of his words, now hearing the stupidity in them.

“Jealous?” you started, not exactly believing him yet.

“Yes, because I thought that, if it worked, I would know that I could ask you out. I didn't think that it could hurt you, I didn't think that far ahead. But either way, that wasn't my intention. Alright?”

His eyes were pleading; anyone would have been able to tell that he meant what he was saying. You didn't reply at first, and it infuriated him that he couldn't read your expression.

But eventually you let out a sigh.

“That's so stupid. You do know that normal people usually just tell the person they like how they feel, right?”

You didn't sound as resentful anymore as you did earlier. It made his heart feel the tiniest bit lighter, but he knew you wouldn't let him off the hook so easily.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Remus had said the exact same thing to him.

“Yeah, I’ve—I’ve been told.”

Another moment of silence followed between you two, a lot gentler this time.

“But I want you to know that I'm sorry. I didn't have any malicious intent.”

He carefully slid his hand from your wrist, holding your fingertips between his instead.

You huffed. It was hard to stay mad at him when he looked like a kicked puppy and after he had just indirectly confessed how he truly felt about you already.

“You are an idiot,” you said first, not unkindly.

You slid your hand from his grasp, letting it drop to your side. There was definitely amusement visible on your face now.

“So ask me out properly next time. Maybe I'll say yes.”

James watched silently as you continued your walk down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. Merlin, he was so gone for you.

Yes, next time.

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where we left off | pt. 1

Remus Lupin x fem!reader | 3.2k words

Summary: After your boyfriend Remus leaves you suddenly overnight, it’s up to your friends to pick up the pieces. Not long after, you flee the country, travelling the world and healing slowly but surely. But you can’t run forever. It’s at the Potters’ Christmas party that you meet Remus again for the first time in two years.

Tags: Angst LOTS of angst, betrayal, heartbreak, hurt/comfort but it takes a while, eventual fluff, happy ending, not canon compliant, platonic!James, Sirius, Lily x reader, background Jily

CW: trauma, fear of abandonment, problems with intimacy

Please take care of yourselves♡

A/N: This is so angstyyyyy I hate writing my Moony like this :( But it gets better I swear!!

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6

Christmas Part 1:

You approached the Potters' home in Godric's Hollow, your heart pounding in your chest. Your stomach churned with nerves. Seeing your best friends again would be nice, sure, but you'd also have to face him again.

Lily welcomed you into the hall after you knocked on the door softly and enveloped you in a warm hug. It was the first time seeing her in two years too. By now, she and James had moved into this lovely home and even welcomed a son into the world, who you had yet to meet.

“Oh, sweetheart. I missed you so much,” she spoke softly into your hair.

“I missed you more, Lils. Merry Christmas.” You let go of her after a few seconds and quickly shed your coat and your boots.

“Merry Christmas. You look absolutely stunning,” Lily said as she took your coat from you and turned to hang it up.

“You’re just saying that,” you answered with a smile.

“No, I’m being serious. You’re glowing, y/n,” she took a step closer, linking her arm with yours. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, making sure that only you could hear.

“He’s already here,” her smile turned sympathetic, almost a little sad. “Will you be alright?”

You’d spent the whole day leading up to this asking yourself the same question. But after two years of not seeing the guy who had left you, you would be alright. It was simply decided. You would never deprive yourself of spending a wonderful, festive evening with your closest friends just to avoid him.

“It’s fine, I’ve prepared myself to see him again,” you nodded firmly, also convincing yourself of this fact.

“Okay, but let me know if it’s too much.”

Lily proceeded to lead you into the living room, where everyone else was already waiting. It was decorated beautifully with a large Christmas tree in the corner, fairy lights and twigs of mistletoe practically everywhere and the smell of freshly baked goods in the air. It really felt like Christmas now that you were home at last.

“There she is,” James was the first of the three men to greet you, opening his arms and hugging you tightly, just like Lily had. “Where did you come from this time? Spain, Italy, New Zealand?”

You'd kept them all up to date on your travel destinations. All except Remus.

“Brazil,” you corrected him, and James whistled.

“Must be nice. You look amazing.”

Sirius greeted you next, “Beautiful, as always.” He was already sipping on something that looked and smelt like eggnog, and it clearly wasn't his first tonight.

You chuckled. “Missed you too, Sirius.”

After hugging him briefly, your eyes searched the room and landed on him. Remus. You took in a sharp breath. Seeing him for the first time after—everything—felt like absolute hell. He was standing rather awkwardly at the edge of the room, clearly not knowing how to handle this situation either. 

Remus looked up, finally meeting your eyes, and time briefly stopped. After he left, you’d spent hours, days, weeks imagining the things you would do to him when you saw him again. You’d imagined the things you would scream and carefully pictured every possible way the conversation between the two of you could go. You had wanted to throw those empty picture frames at him that had once held photos of the two of you in love. You had wanted to make him feel exactly the amount of pain that he had caused you. 

But you just stood, unable to say or do anything other than look.

He'd seen better days. You couldn't ignore that his eyebags looked worse than usual, and that was saying something. His face was tired, almost sunken, and his skin had an unhealthy-looking greyish tint to it. But he still looked like Remus.

Despite the almost two years that had passed since you had last seen him, it hurt like it was just yesterday. It ripped open every wound you had worked so hard to seal, and yet you still weren't looking away. 

He'd done the unspeakable, abandoned you for no reason whatsoever. But this was not the time to think about that. You couldn't, out of fear of ruining the night for everyone.

You turned to Lily, taking the decision away from Remus whether he should greet you or not. Ignoring him would be the easy way out, but it was unclear how long you would be able to keep that strategy up.

“So, where is my new favourite Potter? I was promised I'd be able to hold a baby.”

Everyone in the room seemed to start breathing again. Lily's face immediately lit up.

“I was about to check if he's woken up from his nap anyway. I’ll only be a minute.”

Lily excused herself to fetch Harry from the nursery while James handed you something to drink. You took the glass from him, making yourself comfortable on the couch next to Sirius. You didn’t look over to see what Remus was doing.

“So, tell us about your travels,” James said, taking a seat on the armrest of the big armchair that stood facing the couch. “Lily loved your postcard from Paris. She made me swear to take her there for our anniversary next year. Thanks for that, by the way.”

You laughed into your drink. Maybe the night would turn out to be bearable after all. You had missed this type of light-hearted, silly talk with your friends.

“You won’t be mad anymore when you’ve actually been there, James. It was great. Everywhere was just amazing, not just Paris. I’m really happy I took the time to finally travel to all the places I wanted to visit.”

Your eyes flickered over to Remus’s corner of the room, but you quickly looked away when you saw that his eyes were already firmly fixed on you. The plan had originally been to travel the world with him, but then the two of you had found a house. The house. And between seeing the world and finally settling down in a beautiful place with the love of your life, you had made your choice. Then Remus had left the night before you were supposed to sign the papers.

“And where will it be taking our little adventurer next?” Sirius asked from beside you. 

You smiled softly, looking down at the glass in your hands again. That question was easy.

“I’m here to stay this time. I missed too many important things while I was gone. I mean—” You looked up at James. “I still regret that I wasn’t there for Harry’s birth.”

James just grinned and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, he just screamed the place down. Gave us all a big headache, really. But Lily was a champion; she made quick work of it.”

Just as he started talking about Lily, she finally entered the room again. In her arms she now held a little boy, wearing a red and gold onesie. He looked so remarkably like James, already sporting a full head of messy, black hair. 

“Don’t listen to James. You were there in spirit. Besides, you’re here to see him now, aren’t you?”

You gasped softly as Lily walked over to you, and you could finally see him up close. Harry was starting to open his eyes, letting out sleepy little coos and babbling sounds. 

You sat up in your seat, speaking softly, “Hi, little nephew.”

Lily chuckled. “Would you like to hold him?”

She carefully handed him over after you nodded, and you took him gently, making sure to support the back of his head with one of your hands. He was so tiny and so sleepy; it was the perfect distraction from the feeling of Remus’s eyes burning into your skin.

“He's probably hungry,” said Lily, still looking at Harry fondly. 

“Takes after his old man,” James was still grinning, watching as you held the little boy in your arms.

Harry stretched out his tiny hands, one of them reaching out to grab onto a strand of your hair. You couldn’t stop a little laugh escaping your lips. He was just too cute.

“You mean after his godfather,” Sirius said, puffing out his chest. Lily had written that they had decided to make Sirius godfather in one of her letters to you, and you knew it would be the perfect fit.

You reached out a hand to tickle Harry’s cheek with one of your fingers, proud when he started giggling and grasping at your hand instead.

“He’s adorable, I love him already. If you ever need someone to babysit, I hope I’m your first choice,” you said, cuddling the giggling Harry a little tighter. 

“Careful now,” James said. “You know if you offer to babysit once, we’ll be asking you all the time, right?”

Harry let out a delighted squeal when you moved your hand to tickle his belly instead. 

“Fine by me, you just might never get him back.”

You were still smiling when Sirius swooped in to steal Harry from you, cuddling him against his chest instead. But when you averted your gaze, your eyes met Remus’s again. Through all the fun, it was like you had briefly forgotten he was there, but he was still looking at you with an unreadable expression. 

You quickly looked away again to avoid your eyes getting watery, but Lily had already seen. She gave you a sympathetic smile when you finally looked over to her instead.

“Want to help me with dinner? It’s not quite done yet.”

You quickly nodded, grateful that she offered you the opportunity to escape. After standing up from your position on the couch, you followed Lily into the kitchen. Everything was affecting you rather much, which only made you angry at yourself. 

Lily ordered you to start chopping vegetables while she checked on whatever smelt amazing in the oven. 

“How are you actually?” She suddenly asked. Fooling her was absolutely impossible. 

“I know you want to seem fine, but I also saw that look on your face just then. Talk to me?”

You finally gave in to the pain you'd been feeling in your heart ever since your eyes met Remus's in the living room the first time. Where should you even start?

“I didn't think it'd hurt this much. I thought after this much time—I don't know. I did so much to get over him, but now I feel like I'm back to square one.”

You started to feel a lump growing in your throat, your voice thick with emotions. 

Lily finally turned to you, realising it was more serious than she had anticipated.

“It's okay to still be sad, y/n. Healing isn't linear, and you coming here today despite knowing that he would be here means so much to me. It means a lot to all of us.”

Her gentle words were what finally broke you. Your bottom lip wobbled, your vision starting to blur from the tears gathering in your eyes. Lily had been there for all of it; she'd gotten you through the worst times. 

“Oh no,” she'd seen, quickly taking a step closer to embrace you. 

“It's alright to cry. Just let it out, I've got you.”

Your hands grasped for Lily's shirt as you sobbed into her shoulder, letting everything wash over you. Your heart physically hurt with Remus so close to you again. Your Remus. At least he had been yours at one time. The two of you stayed like that until your sobs started to turn into soft hiccups and the tears running down your cheeks slowed.

“I’m sorry, I don't want to ruin Christmas. Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” you said with a broken voice, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. She quickly handed you a napkin, still not letting go.

“No, no, no, you're not ruining anything. We all love you, and we want you here, alright? You belong here, you always have.”

Her words soothed that broken part of your soul. Sometimes it helped to hear that you were still loved and wanted from these wonderful people you got to call your friends.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly. “I’m not sure if I can cope. I’ve spent all this time running—”

“Maybe you were running away, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. You needed time to heal and to find yourself again. And you have, haven’t you? That time away was right for you. It’s normal that things start to hit a little harder when you get back and have to face reality. But you have us, you never have to cope alone. Alright? More importantly, you have me, and I'd sooner kick him out than send you home if it's too much for you.”

She gave you a comforting smile, grabbing another napkin to help dry your tears. Whatever would you be without Lily Potter. You knew that she was telling the truth when she said she’d kick Remus out to make you feel better.

“Thanks,” you gave her a wet laugh, recovering a little. “But you shouldn't have to, I can handle it. At least I'm trying to. Besides, I think he needs James and Sirius just as much as I need you.”

She tutted fondly, leaning to the side to throw away the wet napkin.

“You're too kind, as always. But alright, he can stay for now. Christmas is supposed to be merry, after all,” she said before letting out a quiet laugh. 

The two of you continued to work on dinner, casually chatting over the concerning amount of noise coming from James and Sirius in the living room. Remus wasn't doing much to direct any attention to himself in there, and for that you were rather grateful. 

A little while later you had started to set the table in the dining room. You could still hear James and Sirius being noisy only one room over, both of them having had quite a bit more to drink at this point. But Remus was still as quiet as ever. Your mind briefly wandered as you thought of him, until you heard someone approach from behind.

“Do you need help?” The sound of his voice—gods, his voice—made your heart ache all over again. There were still so many unanswered questions between the two of you. You answered him without looking over.

“No, I'm alright. Almost done,” you said, placing the last plate on the table before moving on to distribute cutlery.

“If you're sure.” 

You continued to work in silence, but you didn't hear him walk away. He was still standing there, just looking. Couldn't he see how uncomfortable this was? You could feel his eyes on every little move you made.

“Remus—”

“Can we talk?” The two of you had broken the silence at the same time. 

You finally looked up. He was leaning against the doorframe, his expression almost pleading. The second your eyes met, you could feel it again: that tingle in your stomach that belonged to him alone. But those times were over.

“No. No, we can't,” your voice thankfully didn't waver. There was no way he had the right to know how you actually felt. For all he was allowed to know, you were doing better than ever. 

“Please—”

“I don't know what you want to talk about,” your voice came out a little firmer by accident. 

“There's nothing you could say to me to make this right, Remus. I don’t want to hear it.”

His expression visibly dropped, but you weren't about to feel guilty for looking after yourself. 

“Y/n, please,” Remus said again. 

You forced yourself to turn away when he said your name. How many nights had you dreamed of hearing him say it again, just one last time. 

“I'm not asking you to forgive me, I'd never expect that of you. Not after what I did to you. Please, just hear me out. That night I—”

You place the last fork on the table with a thud.

“No, I can't do this tonight.”

Merlin knew how emotional it would make you to have that conversation. Tonight, on Christmas Eve, really wasn't an appropriate time, and you'd already cried in Lily's arms. But turning him down hurt you more than you liked to admit.

“It's not a good time,” you added. “Please not tonight.” 

He nodded, finally understanding but still not letting it go so easily.

“No, you’re right. It’s not a good time, I apologise. But I would still like to talk to you. It can be whenever you want.”

You let his words sink in, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, you wanted to scream in his face to get lost. But hadn’t you just spent two whole years silently wishing that you had him back? Wasn’t the reason that this hurt ten times more than it had to because you were realising that you were still in love with him? After all he had done, you were.

“Okay,” you said first. You paused for a moment but quickly added, “Maybe after Christmas.”

You could hear him let out a shaky breath. He didn’t deserve this from you, and it was likely you would regret this decision. But if it went badly, you would still have the chance to shout your memorised monologue at him.

“Yes. After Christmas is fine.”

He still stood in the doorframe, which forced you to push past him now that you had finished setting the table. With him so close for a split second, you could smell his familiar scent as your shoulder lightly brushed his arm. It hurt, and you wished you could take your words back, but they had already been said. Damn him for still being able to make you so weak.

For the rest of the evening the promise of a private meeting with Remus hung between you. But you didn’t spare him another glance, and he was gallant enough to not approach you again in the brief moments where you weren’t with either Lily, James or Sirius. 

In the early hours of the morning when it was time to leave, Lily led you to the front door. James and Sirius lay passed out in the living room, both of them having bitten off a little more than they could chew. 

“Call me for anything, yeah? I’ll always be there. And get home safe.”

You turned one last time to wave goodbye to Lily when you exited the front door. Remus was just putting on his coat in the hallway, and you wanted to leave quickly before he was ready.

“I will. Love you, Lils. Goodnight.”

You closed the front gate of the Potters’ home behind you, quietly so it wouldn’t wake any of the neighbours, just as Remus was saying goodbye to Lily too. But without looking back, you instead pictured the front door of your flat and apparated back home.

[yeonno]

Hiii yeonie!!!

I was wondering if I could get a Fred Weasley x reader where the reader is blind blind and she misplaces her contacts and accidentally kisses George good morning when she gets to breakfast bc she can’t tell them apart at all an Fred gets mad jealous and he makes Ginny go scout the reader down and she explain to him about how her contacts were lost, blah blah blah, and all is well😽😽

Tyyy 🤎🤎🤎

Fred Weasley x fem!reader | 2nd person | 1.4k words

Tags: jealousy, reader can't see a thing, slight crack/silliness, fluff in the end, background Hinny mentioned

CW: Fred gets a little upset, implied smut at the end

A/N: Hi lovely, thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it. My requests are still OPEN <3

The shrill sound of your alarm ripped you from the peaceful dream playing in your head at seven in the morning. You groaned softly, shutting it off before practically stumbling out of bed. Gossiping with your roommates until three a.m. had seemed like a great idea at the time, not so much now. 

You made your way to the bathroom, muttering a quick Lumos so at least you wouldn't be stumbling through darkness. Not that it made a huge difference; the walk from your bed to the bathroom sink without your contacts in was purely muscle memory. 

Your hand reached out for the place you left the little plastic container with your contacts every night, only to find it—empty? A little frantic, you searched the sink with both hands now. Toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and—ew, a fake eyelash, but still no contacts. 

Dropping down to your knees, your hands searched the majority of the bathroom floor, but the little white plastic container was nowhere to be found. 

After finally accepting defeat, you barely had fifteen minutes to make your way down to the Great Hall to grab breakfast and get to class on time. You carefully hurried through the halls, making sure not to accidentally miss a step or run anyone over, and entered the Great Hall with five minutes to spare. The outline of two ginger boys sitting at the Gryffindor table caught your eye, one of them your boyfriend, Fred, of barely a month now.

“Morning,” you greeted them cheerfully, reaching between them to grab what you suspected was a breakfast roll. 

“I'm so late, I could barely get out of bed. I'll see you after Transfiguration, yeah, love?” 

You leaned to the left, pressing a quick kiss to Fred's lips before hurrying out of the hall to your first class. 

What you left behind unknowingly was a very surprised and red-looking George on the left and Fred absolutely fuming beside him. 

“I mean, I'm flattered, but—” George turned to look at Fred. “I think that was incorrect.” 

Fred bristled. You'd sworn up and down that you could tell the two of them apart when you started dating, and you usually did a good job of it too. This felt almost deliberate, but it couldn't be. Could it?

“The bloody hell was that for?” Fred's eyes followed you out of the Great Hall, but you were long gone already. “Right in front of my cereal.”

Ginny, who'd been sitting close by and seen the whole thing unfold, snickered into her cup of tea.

“Is this funny to you?” Fred turned to her, clearly irritated. 

“Guess she changed her mind about which one of you she wants,” she joked back. Seeing Fred this mad was a rare sight, one a younger sibling could only exploit. 

“It was probably just a mistake,” George tried to calm him down. His face was still a little red from the unexpected kiss. It made Fred's blood boil with jealousy., even though it was just his brother.

“Probably,” Ginny said sarcastically, still grinning over at them cheekily. 

Fred almost glared at her. “If you want to get smart, you better go after her and ask. Now.”

Ginny snorted. “Like hell I will. I couldn't care less about it actually.” 

This answer wasn't really to his liking. “Okay, so you're saying you want me to tell Harry that you c—”

Ginny was up in less than a second, giving Fred a hard shove. “Shut up! I'm going already.” Clearly flustered by what Fred almost revealed, she was forced to comply with his blackmail and follow you outside to clear up this misunderstanding. 

You found her waiting outside your classroom after Transfiguration, still blissfully unaware of the ruckus you'd caused at breakfast this morning. 

“Ginny?” You could only guess it was her, but the long ginger hair gave her away. 

“Hi,” she started walking beside you, which actually helped you find the way through the crowded halls a lot easier. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to be talking, but you hadn't expected her to pick you up after class.

“So—”

“So?” 

She pulled you out into the courtyard. “Fred wants to speak to you,” she sounded awfully cryptic, and you had no idea what this could be about. Maybe a surprise? 

Fred was already waiting for you outside. He was still jealous and a little upset at you as well. George was nowhere to be seen, banished to give the two of you privacy so you could talk it out. 

“Oh, really? Why didn't he just come to get me?” Ginny started to realise your oblivion. Did you really have no idea what you'd done?

“You have no idea what this is about, do you,” it wasn't a question on her part, and it definitely confused you. But it was none of her business why you'd done what you'd done. Before you could ask, she was already dropping you off at Fred's side and hurrying off somewhere to leave you both alone. 

You decided to ignore it, instead leaning in to give Fred a sweet kiss to greet him, “Hey, love.”

But he brushed you off. 

“Don't ‘hey, love’ me,” his tone was accusatory and uncharacteristically cold. You stopped, your eyes widening slightly in surprise. Everyone was acting so strange today. 

“What do you mean? Are you angry?” You reached out to touch his arm, but he just brushed you off again. 

“Do you know that you kissed George this morning?” 

The question startled you. You thought back to that morning and how you'd given your boyfriend a quick kiss before carrying on with your day. At least you had thought it was him, but how could you tell with the state of your eyesight from the lack of contacts. 

“I thought you said you'd always recognise me,” the jealousy was evident in his voice now, and you couldn't blame him for it. It would be a little cute if the situation wasn't so awkward. You'd definitely have to apologise to George later too.

A sense of dread filled you. Your poor Fred had gone through the whole day thinking you'd mistaken his twin brother for him. 

“Oh, no,” the realisation was mortifying. “Fred, I'm so sorry. I swear it wasn't that; I couldn't find my contacts this morning.”

You held your hand out in front of your eyes to prove a point.

“I can barely see what's right in front of me. I'd never do that on purpose.”

In the little time the two of you were together, Fred had never seen you put your contacts in or take them out. You weren't surprised that he had no idea you needed them to see. Your glasses usually stayed at your parents’ house during term as well, since you wouldn't be wearing them anyway. 

“Your contacts,” he repeated. It would have been nice to be able to see the expression on his face right now. 

“Yes, and I have no clue where they are.” 

At last, you heard a small huff escape him that could be interpreted as sounding amused. 

“You could have just told me that,” his voice was fonder now; he could hardly be upset at you for an honest mistake. It wasn't your fault you hadn't been able to see. 

“I didn't know you were upset,” you had started to laugh softly between words too. He didn't brush you off when you reached out to touch him again. Instead, his hands came to find your waist as well. 

“So you really have no idea where they are?”

He leaned in again, his face barely getting clearer even as he got close. You simply shook your head.

“Silly girl,” he muttered under his breath, not sounding upset anymore at all. “You pulled quite the prank on me, you know. You would have made me proud if it didn’t make me so bloody jealous.”

“I told you it wasn’t on purpose,” you said between giggles, his hands now tickling you as he let them stroke up and down over your waist. 

“Didn’t even think to use Accio, did you?” Despite not being able to see the way he raised his eyebrow at you, you could practically hear it.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’. Come on, I’m helping you find them. Can’t have that happening again, can we?”

It took less than a minute for you to finally find them wedged between the wall and the little cabinet under the sink. It took a lot longer to make it up to Fred when he kidnapped you into his dorm later that day, but you didn’t regret it one bit.

[yeonno]

hello , could i request a george weasley x reader fic where there sort of pining after each other with a bit of misunderstanding, maybe she was waiting for him to ask her out (to the yule ball or just in general ) and he thinks she’s been asked out already and he asks someone else and when she finds out she gets all upset thinking he was playing with her and she doesn’t go to the ball and George realizes it was a misunderstanding and he goes to her and has to grovel ? please and thank you if you end up doing this xx 💋

George x gn!reader | 2nd person | 2.7k words

Tags: miscommunication, mutual pining, eventual fluff

CW: a tiny bit of angst ig? maybe? Reader's house is never directly mentioned but Gryffindor is implied, mentions of y/n

A/N: Thank you so much for my first request! I had fun writing this. My requests are still OPEN, anyone feel free to send more. Also for the sake of keeping reader gender neutral, George is able to enter reader’s dorm. Let’s pretend boys are allowed in the girls’ as well just so my story works :)

Breakfast in the Great Hall could be surprisingly torturous with the antics of a certain Weasley twin constantly catching your attention. Only a week left until you’d be in the very same hall, decked out in the fancy outfit you had specifically selected for the special night of the Yule Ball. The entire school was practically buzzing with anticipation. Maybe you would be too if you had a date. 

Not that there hadn’t been people interested in asking you. Quite a number of both male and female students had slipped you a note, shyly pulled you into a corner of the hallway to ask in private, or started whispering among their friends, chickening out at the last second once you passed them. But your hopes had been firmly set on George, resulting in you having to kindly shoot your admirers down. George, however, was now entertaining a corner of the Gryffindor table with one of the twin’s newest inventions—seemingly without a care in the world.

Those shared moments in the Gryffindor common room where his hands had lingered a beat too long, the secret glances, the flirty comments—hadn’t they meant anything? The night before the Yule Ball was announced, he’d been sprawled out on one of the soft settees, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair as he mumbled silly jokes just to be able to hear your laugh. And now nothing.

“You’re staring again, you know,” the voice of one of your friends, Angelina Johnson, made you return back to reality. You simply rolled your eyes, returning your attention back to the half-eaten piece of toast on the plate in front of you. 

“No, I wasn’t!” you replied, desperately trying to keep your voice neutral but clearly in denial. It was starting to get ridiculous, and, at this rate, you really would end up without a date to the ball.

Angelina sighed in exasperation, shaking her head softly. “I really don’t understand why you don’t just ask George yourself if you want to go with him so badly.”

“Could you be any louder?” You quickly looked over at George again, who was luckily busy laughing at a poor first-year whose face was now covered in green boils. “Besides,” you added after establishing that George had not heard Angelina’s words, “I don’t want to get rejected.”

“Are we talking about the same George Weasley who doesn’t waste an opportunity to carry your bag, who practically stares at you with hearts in his eyes? Nobody’s ever seen him the way he is with you, you know,” and Angelina was right, as always. What the two of you shared was more than platonic at this stage, but it didn’t ease your worries in the slightest.

“And yet he hasn’t asked me,” you replied, feeling a slight sting in your heart. If everybody could see how you felt about one another, why was nothing happening?

Meanwhile, George, who may have looked rather preoccupied to you, was facing a similar dilemma. After sending the gleeful, boil-covered first year to the hospital wing to be able to skip classes, he sank back into his seat between Fred and Lee. It didn’t take long for their conversation to drift to the topic of the ball either. 

“What about y/n? They have a date, right?” he tried to ask Lee as casually as possible. Fred snickered beside him, mumbling something that sounded a lot like “smooth” under his breath, which earned him a shove into the side with George’s elbow. Lee didn’t seem to notice this, too busy checking out a different corner of the Gryffindor table himself.

“Dunno,” he replied with a shrug. “Someone said they’re going with McLaggen. But I think he started that rumour himself, so—” George hummed softly. The thought of you having a date to the ball already, after he’d spent all that time procrastinating asking you, filled him with regret. If only he’d been able to ask you sooner, but his usually confident demeanour had made itself scarce every time he tried to approach you. He wasn’t the type to be insecure; it was very unlike him, in fact, but you were special. There was no room for him to mess up when it came to you, and rejection would surely break his heart.

George’s worries seemed to be confirmed later that day. Fred had spent the morning both building up his confidence and teasing him mercilessly to the point that George decided he was just going to ask you, no matter the outcome. Rejection seemed a lot better than another minute of Fred’s playful taunting. George spotted you in the halls, luckily not surrounded by any of your friends. He prepared himself to approach, only to be cut off by Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain. 

“Y/l/n,” he greeted you confidently. “Would you do me the honours of accompanying me to the Yule Ball?” 

George watched you turn to face Davies, already starting to answer, “Oh, that’s really kind, but I’m already going with someone else.” This technically wasn’t true, but you had your hopes set on someone else, which was practically the same thing. It didn’t feel entirely right to claim to be taken when you were still so worried about attending the ball on your own, but it was miles better than telling Davies that you just didn’t want to go with him. What you hadn’t expected was George overhearing this, shattering a small part of his heart, but his entire confidence along with it.

That night you heard he had asked Alicia Spinnet.

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The Great Hall was decorated beautifully the night of the Yule Ball. It was magnificent; Hogwarts really had gone all out for the occasion, or so you had heard. While the majority of the student body and the professors had a night of fun, dancing, enjoying the drinks and snacks and occasionally sneaking away to share a kiss under the mistletoe, you spent the night locked in your dormitory. Angelina had begged you to come, even offered to ditch Fred in solidarity and go with you instead, but you couldn’t deny your friend the night you so desperately craved. 

In truth you felt disappointed, misled even. The outfit you had planned on wearing hung wrinkle-free next to your bed. For a minute you had thought about attending the ball alone in spite to show George just what he was missing and to not waste the opportunity to get dressed up, but it wouldn’t be the same. Instead, stolen treats from the kitchens and a good book were your companions. Instead of a dance, you tried to get lost in an imaginary world before falling asleep early with the book open on your chest.

But even in your dreams you weren’t free, almost as if they were taunting you. George was the one twirling you around on the dance floor between all the other faceless couples. Everything was shiny, bright, warm, your eyes glued to the freckles decorating his cheeks and the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. You felt the warmth of his hand pressed against your waist when he led you outside for a breath of fresh air, pulling you close to whisper sweet nothings in your ear before his lips ghosted over your cheek. His free hand came up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. His pupils were wide, looking down at your face with warmth and adoration as he leaned in. You closed your eyes in anticipation when his face got too close for you to be able to see clearly; his breath fanned over your lips—

A loud knock woke you from your blissful slumber, forcing you to sit up. The book that had been lying open on you as you slept fell to the floor with a loud thump, and a glance at the clock in the corner of the room told you it was barely two in the morning.

Another knock on the door, another insistent call of your name from a familiar voice, almost pleading. Your dorm was still empty apart from you; the others were likely still enjoying the last hours of the ball or sharing a quiet moment with their dance partners somewhere in the castle. 

The door burst open before you could clear your throat to answer and revealed a panting, slightly dishevelled-looking George standing in your door. You pulled your blanket up to your chest in surprise, not having expected this sudden visit.

“George?”

“You weren’t there. I looked for you all night, but you weren’t there. Why?” He looked desperate, frantic, and slightly regretful. Oh, who did he think he was, showing up at your door and acting surprised that you hadn’t been there, making it hard for you to stay upset at him when his messed-up hair and flushed cheeks made him look more handsome than ever? 

“I don’t see how that’s your concern.”

“Come off it, y/n,” he took a step inside and shut the door to your dorm behind him, realising he may have been a bit loud. His eyes had been searching for yours all night as he spent his time dancing with Alicia. He had spotted McLaggen dancing with some girl, Davies obviously with Fleur after he’d witnessed you rejecting him first hand because you were supposed to be going with someone else. Realisation had only set in after Angelina had mentioned, not entirely kindly, that you were spending the night in your dorm. You finally got to your feet, shedding the blanket that had been covering you.

“You asked Alicia, George. Or did that just happen in my imagination?” you were clearly upset at him, but he couldn’t quite understand why yet. 

“Because you said you were going with someone else. You told Davies—”

Understanding finally settled in your chest. He had heard you telling Davies what you justified as being a white lie. It hadn’t just succeeded in letting the Ravenclaw down but also George, who wasn’t supposed to hear it in the first place. 

You buried your face in your hands in regret. “That wasn’t for you to hear… I told him that because—” there was no use keeping it a secret any longer now. The night was done; George had danced with Alicia, and you hadn’t had the chance at all. “I wanted you to ask me. Do I look like the type to go to the ball with him?”

It felt stupid how one instance of miscommunication had snowballed into something this big. He’d assumed, asked Alicia instead, and the news of him attending with someone else had devastated you into not going at all, even though this would likely be the only opportunity to attend the ball during your time at Hogwarts. George felt terrible, and you didn’t feel entirely guilt-free either. 

A pained groan left his lips, one of his hands coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I shouldn’t have lied to Davies,” you clarified. “But you weren’t meant to hear that.” However, George already understood completely. How could he not, when the both of you knew that the way he had been acting with you before the Yule ball was announced made it obvious that the two of you were the only true options for one another. It was a miracle he hadn’t properly asked you out normally yet to begin with. 

“No, it’s my fault. I took too long to ask you, didn’t I? It would have made sense for you to go with someone else.”

He took another step towards you, still looking apologetic. 

“I’m sorry for taking so long.”

It was even more difficult to stay upset at him with that look on his face, now that the complexity of the situation had been cleared up. 

“I’m sorry you heard me lying to Davies.” An amused huff escaped him after you said that. The both of you had been silly, but that didn’t change that the night was wasted. He still wanted that dance he had pictured so many times and, more importantly, you deserved it too.

George’s eyes flickered over to your outfit for the ball, still hanging perfectly still right next to your bed. He knew very well you would have looked absolutely stunning if he’d been lucky enough to take you to the ball.

“Wear it for me?” an almost hopeful expression spread on his face when he turned back to you. “Please wear it for me. I’ll never get to see you in it otherwise,” he was being ridiculous, but he’d never forgive himself if the night came to an end completely uneventfully.

“What? George, I’m not getting changed right now, it’s barely two—”

“Please,” he insisted, and who were you to deny him when he still looked like a kicked puppy. 

It ended with you forcing him to turn around when you slipped out of your pyjamas and into your outfit. You’d worn it countless times in anticipation of the ball, but this would be the first time someone would actually get to see it—George would get to see it. Smoothing out the soft fabric with your hands as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you signalled to George that you were done changing and he could finally take a look.

His eyes visibly lit up as soon as he turned, and he took in the sight of your reflection in the mirror, your back still turned. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered under his breath, taking a small step closer. “You’re perfect.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up under the intensity of his gaze, not having expected this kind of reaction. A grin spread over his lips as he took another step towards you, reaching out his hand and lowering his head in a tiny bow. 

“Would you do me the honours, love?” it was almost stupid how easy it was for him to make your heart rate pick up. As soon as you reached your hand out to slide it into his, he grasped it firmly, lifting it up over your head for a twirl before pulling you flush against his chest. The dance was slow but not at all awkward despite not having any music to dance to. It was so much more perfect and real than the dance you had shared with him in your dream. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back as he dipped you, just to provoke another one of those cute laughs of yours that he adored so much. The cheeky grin on his face was constant, almost as if he was planning something. Then again, that was the twins’ normal. 

Before you knew it, he was reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small twig of mistletoe to hold over both of your heads. “Oh, what do we have here?” he asked jokingly as he brought you back into a standing position. 

The smile that spread on your lips was unavoidable now. Nothing was ever too much for this boy. “You’re actually ridiculous,” you mumbled, already feeling the flutter of butterflies going crazy in your stomach. 

“I have to make it up to you somehow, right?” he didn’t bother lowering his hand, still holding the mistletoe over your head. “So, can I?” his eyes searched yours before moving down, staying stuck on the sight of your lips. A soft nod was enough confirmation for him.

He dropped his hand, not caring that the mistletoe landed somewhere on the floor of your dormitory as he brought his fingers to your jaw. Tilting your chin up just the slightest bit, he leaned in until his soft lips were pressing against yours. His heart was thumping under your hands on his chest, almost if not just as fast as yours.

He pulled away after just a few seconds, no further than was necessary to mumble softly between you, “Do you forgive me for being an idiot?”

A beat, another thump of your heart and a flutter of your stomach.

“Maybe, if you do that again.”

[yeonno]

Requests Wanted!

I want to get back into writing after updating and remodelling this page recently. All of the writing on my page is from multiple years ago, but I'd like to start off my new era with some requests to work through.

Current request list:

⋆ Harry Potter

Golden Trio Era Marauders Era

–includes all characters (students, aged up, etc.), platonic/romantic/poly relationships, character x character & x reader.

Taking requests for one shots/imagines, short fics or even series if there is potential for multiple parts♡

[yeonno]

holy shit the end of disappointed i was like 😧

yeeessss thats the reaction I was hoping for^^ <3

[yeonno]

Jisung - Disappointed

Genre: angst

Request: No

Warnings: mentions of cheating, ect.

A/N: I wrote this Story for my friend originally but I thought I would post it here as well.

He kept messaging me every day even though he knew I didn't want to hear it.

''Please listen to me, I'm sorry.''

''I didn't mean to… It was just a mistake.''

''I miss you.''

But I couldn't bring myself to reply. He texted me goodnight every night and good morning every morning. He texted me 'I miss you's, 'I need you's and 'I love you's. But I'm not the bad person in this story, Park Jisung.

I saw him only one time after that night when I left him. He followed me through town that day, trying to talk but I just didn't want to. He apologised so many times but this is not something you can apologise for. He started crying in the middle of the street when I wouldn't listen and it made everyone stare at us. But, like I said, I'm not the bad person in this story, Park Jisung. Once I accepted one of his many calls by accident.

''y/n, it was a mistake, I promise! You're the only one I love and... we're just friends, it's always been like that.''

I could hear again that he was crying on the phone and, while he sounded genuine, they were just excuses. You just can't excuse something like this.

My friends all told me to listen to him, Maybe there was a reason. But I can't listen. I can't hear his voice and I can't see his face and all I want to do is forget he existed.

I don't want to talk about it and that doesn't make me the bad person of this Story, Park Jisung.

I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you but at least I wasn't the one who cheated. I wasn't the one who kissed Zhong Chenle. I hope you make each other happy.

[yeonno]

hiiiii, love! I really love your Haechan ghost! AUs :'((( i really wanna cry cus i love him and now i need donghyuck jnfakjbajbg you should do part 3!! uwu xx plssss

Aw thank you so much! Part 3 is out and I'll start working on Part 4 soon^^

[yeonno]

[part 3] ghost!donghyuck living with you would include:

So I think we need a separate post just to clarify how soft ghost!donghyuck is

Like he is a literal BABY AND IT'S SO CUTE IM-

so let's go back to the time where you had no clue he existed yet for a second

Just imagine Lee Donghyuck at his very softest that's what ghostie hyuck is like

There's been a few times where he was literally so sad that he scared you, that he even shed a few tears

He'd obviously never admit that to anyone

But it definitely happened

For example one time

This was when he was still very new and he hadn't been around you for a long time

He accidentally let the door slam shut which naturally scared you a LOT IMAGINE THAT FOR A SECOND

And he was so worried because he scared you that he had to hide away in the attic and cry for a while

Baby hyuck just sat on the floor wiping his wet cheeks with his hands

But after that he came to check on you straight away and when he saw that you were completely fine he was so relieved that he almost started crying again

Honestly ghost tears are one of the cutest things I can't describe why it's just-

Apart from that time though, ghost!hyuckie usually laughs a lot

You'd be sitting, watching TV and he would just be sitting on the couch next to you

It's honestly a shame you can't see him because his cuteness is OVERWHELMING

And he'd have to try really hard not to laugh out loud when something funny happens on TV

The brightest smile would be on his face and his cheeks would be all glowy and rosy from keeping his laughter in

Sometimes he'd even put his hand in front of his mouth to stop himself and that's SO PURE

And whenever he would laugh out loud by accident he'd get super shy because of the confused look on your face from where the laugh came from

He'd be quiet for a while after that

But it wouldn't last long because when another funny scene comes on the whole thing would happen again

DONGHYUCK👏IS👏JUST👏A👏BABY👏OKAY

Obviously he would be a savage and prank you all the time

But mostly he's just a boy with a very big crush who gets shy really easily and is very very soft

So that's ghost!hyuckie for you

[yeonno]

Can you please make more of ghost!donghyuck???

I'm definitely planning on doing more! I'm a little busy with school but I'm working on a new part right now and before that's finished I'll probably post some more blurbs too

[yeonno]

[14:51] you sit on the couch with kun on a sunday afternoon, both of you reading your own book and your feet in his lap, him slowly stroking over your legs with two steaming cups of coffee on the table beside you.

[yeonno]

[22:37] your newly found summer love, johnny, takes you out to the beach at sunset. You sit with him in the sand while watching the sun slowly sink into the sea. His arm is around you and your head rests on his shoulder.

"Johnny?"

"Hm?"

"I don't want this to end..."

You lift your head to look at his face, his eyes shining golden because of the sunlight.

He looks down at you and gently puts his hand on your cheek.

"It doesn't have to," he whispers and brings his lips closer to yours, kissing you for the first time.

[yeonno]

[2:05] donghyuck softly sings you to sleep after you wake up crying from a nightmare. He wraps his arms around you and strokes through your hair to help calm you down while his soft voice slowly brings you into a beautiful dream

[yeonno]

Nct Dream Reaction To You Wearing Their Clothes (OT7)

Mark

It was pretty late when Mark got home. All the lights were turned off and it was super cold in the apartment. He thought you just hadn't gotten back yet so he went in the living room and turned on the light. He saw you sleeping on the couch wearing only one of his big hoodies and shorts. "Hey wake up you're gonna freeze" he sat down next to you, pulling the hoodie further down so your legs would be covered a little more. Inside he was dying though cause he thought you looked so cute and comfy in his clothes.

Renjun

You were sitting on Renjun's bed on your phone, wearing one of his shirts when he saw you. "What's that?" he pulled at the hem of the shirt you were wearing and sat down beside you. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Renjunie" you looked up from your phone at him. He just laughed quietly and pulled you into a bone breaking hug, stroking over your head to mess up your hair. "You look cute, take it off"

Jeno

You'd get a cute eye smile from him if he saw you wearing his clothes. "I was looking for that for ages... So this is where it went?" He put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "I guess. It's your own fault for owning comfortable clothes that smell nice too, Lee Jeno" He couldn't help but laugh quietly at that. He was never able to take his eyes off you but especially when you wore his clothes. "It's my fault, I get it."

Haechan

He'd probably be the most smiley out of everyone when he saw you wearing one of his oversized hoodies. "Is it comfortable? It looks better on you than it does on me" He'd push his hand into your side and tickle you shortly until he heard you laugh. "That's not allowed" the whole time he'd just be beaming at you with the brightest smile. "Maybe you should let me have it" he just smiled even more. "How about no?" he'd hug you and try to kiss you all over until you promised him you'd give it back. Not that he cared, he thought you looked like the cutest person in the world in his clothes.

Jaemin

Flirt mode activated. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you or stop kissing you. "Why are you being so clingy?" You'd turn around to look at him while making coffee. "I'm not... I just like your new shirt" he'd try to kiss your cheek again. "Oh you do? I found it in a dump" he'd then proceed to tickle you until you begged for him to stop.

Chenle

He'd make a double take when he saw you on the couch, watching a movie and wearing one of his oversized sweaters. "What are you doing?" he'd join you on the couch and hold one of your sweater paws. You pointed at the TV. "Movie. Join me?" He couldn't say no to that so you two ended up cuddled together on the couch but he refused to let go of your sweater paw.

Jisung

He'd be shy about it which would be super cute. He'd just sit next to you and maybe hold your hand or link his pinkie with yours when he saw you in one of his plain shirts. "You look pretty" he said quietly, which resulted in both of you blushing. Maybe you'd even get a small kiss, who knows.