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Hi little trees, here is a Remus Lupin x reader oneshot where a guy flirts with you and he’s not too happy, giving jealous boyfriend except not quite boyfriend yet😉

Shouldn’t be any warning lmk if I missed anything, as always comment any requests!

Enjoy!

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The Three Broomsticks is warm and buzzing, butterbeer foam glowing gold in the lantern light. You’re halfway through your drink when a boy from Charms slides into the seat beside you, all bright smiles and too-eager chatter.

“You should let me buy you one of those pumpkin pastries,” he says, leaning close. “They’re even better when shared.”

He grins.

Across the table, Remus goes very still.

He doesn’t say anything—he rarely interrupts—but the way his fingers tighten around his mug tells you everything. He keeps his eyes lowered, shoulders tense, jaw set in a quiet line that only someone who knows him well would notice.

The boy beside you doesn’t.

But you do.

Remus normally smiles at your jokes. He normally adds little comments to your stories. He normally relaxes just being near you.

Now? He looks like his heart is somewhere under the floorboards.

The other boy keeps talking—about classes, about Hogsmeade, about you—but your attention keeps drifting to Remus. The slow ache growing in his expression. The way he can’t quite meet your eyes.

You finally reach your hand across the table, palm open.

A silent request.

Remus looks at it for a long moment… and then gently looks away.

That’s enough.

“Excuse me,” you say quickly, sliding out of your seat.

Before he can think of an excuse to escape, you grab Remus’ sleeve and tug him toward the back hallway, away from the noise and crowd.

“Wha—hey—” he murmurs, stumbling after you, cheeks flushed. “What are you—?”

The moment you’re alone, you turn to face him.

“Remus,” you say softly. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes drop. “Nothing.”

“Remus.”

He sighs—a tiny, defeated sound. “You were busy.”

“Busy with what?”

He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck.

“…being flirted with,” he finally whispers, almost too quiet to hear.

You blink. “Is that why you’re acting like you’ve been hexed?”

His eyes close for a second, embarrassed. “I didn’t like it,” he murmurs. “But I didn’t want to make things awkward for you.”

Your chest warms. You step closer, your voice softening.

“You didn’t make anything awkward.”

His eyes lift.

“You just worried me.”

Remus’ brows knit gently. “Worried you?”

You nod. “Because you looked sad. And quiet. And… a little hurt.”

He swallows. “I didn’t want to be. I just… liked the idea that maybe… you might smile at me like that.”

You take his hand—slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wants to.

He doesn’t.

“You know why I wasn’t flirting back?” you murmur.

He shakes his head.

“Because the person I wanted to sit next to,” you say softly, “was already at the table.”

Remus’ breath stutters, eyes going wide and warm all at once.

“Really?” he whispers, as if afraid the word might break.

You squeeze his hand. “Really.”

A flush spreads across his cheeks—soft, rosy, so very Remus. His fingers trace over yours, hesitant but hopeful.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I shouldn’t be jealous. You can talk to anyone you want.”

“I can,” you agree gently. “But I’d rather talk to you.”

His smile—tiny, shy, stunned—sparks something warm in your chest.

“You mean that?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes, Remus.”

He takes a small step closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, smell the faint chocolate on his clothes.

He pulls you in carefully, like you’re something precious. His arms wind around you, gentle and warm, his forehead resting against your temple. He holds you like he’s dreamed of it—reverent, almost overwhelmed.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he murmurs into your hair.

“Me too.”

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes.

“…Can I kiss you?”

You nod, and he leans in—slowly, sweetly, like he’s savoring the moment more than the kiss itself. His lips brush yours in a warm, gentle pressure, soft but full of feeling. You melt into him, and he sighs against your mouth, relief and affection tangled together.

When you pull back, he presses one last kiss to your forehead, lingering there.

“Still jealous?” you whisper.

His thumb strokes over your cheek.

“Only of anyone who gets to be near you when I’m not.”

You laugh softly. “You’re adorable.”

He blushes again. “…Please don’t tell Sirius that.”

“Never,” you promise.

You lace your fingers together as you walk back out.

This time, Remus sits beside you.

Hi again my little trees, here is a sirius black x reader where they have a nice moment stargazing, just living, simply exsisting.

Shouldnt be any warnings lmk if I missed sm, as always comment any requests!

Enjoy!

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The week had been grueling. Between the never-ending homework, professors who seemed to take sadistic pleasure in piling on exams, and the constant pranks pulled by James and Sirius, you were drained. Every part of you ached for a break—somewhere quiet, far from the usual chaos.

You had barely made it to the Gryffindor common room that evening, too tired to even think about joining in on whatever wild scheme James and Sirius were hatching. The room was bustling with students, but your mind was elsewhere, drifting in a fog of exhaustion. Just as you were sinking deeper into your thoughts, the portrait hole creaked open, and in walked Sirius, his usual mischievous grin noticeably absent.

He caught sight of you across the room, looking far too tired for someone who should have been enjoying their last moments of freedom before curfew. He raised an eyebrow and, with a sudden flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, made his way over to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, settling down in the chair next to you. “You look like you could use a break.”

You looked at him, offering a tired smile. “That obvious?”

“Only to someone who’s been running on fumes for the past few days,” he said, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. He paused for a moment, then glanced out the window. “Listen, I’ve got an idea. You wanna sneak out?”

It took a moment for you to process his words. “Sneak out? Sirius, it’s past curfew.”

“I know,” he said with a smirk, “That’s why it’s fun. Come on, I know somewhere quiet. We can get away from all this for a little while. I’m done with pranks for tonight.”

You were too exhausted to argue, and part of you was grateful for the distraction. Besides, who was going to stop you when Sirius Black was involved? You nodded, setting your book down, and stood to follow him. The two of you sneaked out of the common room, tiptoeing through the hallways with practiced ease.

The Astronomy Tower was a welcome change from the usual noise of the castle. By the time you arrived, the night sky had unfolded itself above you like a blanket, stars twinkling in a way that made everything feel still and peaceful. It was hard to believe this was the same world where you’d just been buried in schoolwork and pranks.

The door to the tower creaked open, and you both stepped into the cold night air. You took in the view, the whole of Hogwarts stretched below you, lights flickering from the windows of distant towers. Sirius moved to the stone ledge and leaned against it, staring up at the stars.

You stood beside him for a while, both of you simply looking up in silence, the weight of the week slowly starting to lift from your shoulders.

“Did you know that’s the constellation Orion?” Sirius broke the silence, pointing lazily at the sky. “My dad used to tell me stories about it when I was younger. Said Orion was a hunter—brave, always moving forward, never afraid of what was ahead.” He smiled to himself, but there was a sadness behind his eyes that wasn’t typical of his usual carefree attitude.

You glanced over at him, curious, but didn’t interrupt. Sirius rarely shared anything personal, especially about his family. It felt different tonight, like the weight of his words had more to do with the quiet of the night than with trying to impress anyone.

“My brother, Regulus,” Sirius continued, “he always liked the stars, too. But he liked the idea of them, more than the actual constellations. He’d pretend to be all serious and broody, looking up at the stars as if they could give him the answers to everything. I guess we both tried to find something in the night sky. For different reasons, I suppose.”

You stayed quiet, not wanting to disturb his thoughts. There was something in his voice—a depth to it—that felt rare. Sirius wasn’t one for talking about his family, especially not the way he was now. It made you wonder what the world had been like for him before he found his place with the Marauders.

“What about you?” he asked suddenly, turning to look at you, his expression softer now. “Do you have a favorite constellation?”

You thought for a moment, looking up at the stars. “I don’t know if I have a favorite,” you said, your voice quieter now. “But I always thought the Big Dipper was nice. It just... feels like something you can hold onto. Like it’s meant to guide you.”

Sirius was quiet for a long time, studying your face as if he were seeing you in a new light. The night wrapped around both of you, the chill of the air mixing with the warmth of the connection that was starting to bloom between you. In that moment, words didn’t seem necessary anymore.

“I like that,” Sirius said softly. He moved a little closer, his elbow brushing yours. “I think... I think sometimes it’s hard to feel like you belong anywhere. But right now, it doesn’t feel like there’s anywhere else I’d rather be.”

You glanced up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. Sirius Black, always the prankster, always the life of the party, had just opened up to you in a way he never had before. The air between you felt different now, charged with something deeper than friendship or even the usual flirtation.

He gave you a wry grin, his usual mask slipping back into place. “Don’t get all sentimental on me, though. It’s a one-time thing.”

You laughed softly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “I think you’re allowed to be sentimental every once in a while.”

Sirius let out a quiet chuckle, looking back up at the stars. “Maybe.”

For a while, neither of you spoke, content to simply be there together. The sounds of the night were distant, muffled by the peace of the tower, and the world below seemed far away. You didn’t need words to fill the space between you. There was something unspoken, something understood in the way your shoulders brushed, in the way you both let go of the week’s tension and found comfort in the shared silence.

Eventually, Sirius let out a deep breath, his gaze lingering on the sky for a moment longer before turning to you. “I’m glad we did this. I needed... I needed a break. A real one.”

You smiled softly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “Me too.”

And for the first time, Sirius Black felt like he belonged somewhere—not just with his friends, but with you.

Hello my little trees I hope youre all doing well, heres another Remus Lupin x reader oneshot. Remus returns one night for just a quiet moment and ends up confiding in you.

shoudnt be any warnings lmk if I missed anything, as always comment any requests

Enjoy!!

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It had been a long week. A chaotic week. The kind of week that made your head spin and your patience thin. James and Sirius had been in rare form—pulling pranks, starting parties, and generally creating mayhem in every corner of Hogwarts. By Friday night, the whole school seemed exhausted, but the madness wasn’t over.

You had retreated to the Gryffindor common room, hoping for a little peace. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the fun and laughter that surrounded James and Sirius, but sometimes, it was nice to get away from it all. To escape the noise, the chaos, the constant feeling of being swept along by everyone else’s energy.

The common room, however, was unusually calm tonight. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft, warm glow over the room. You were curled up in one of the armchairs by the fire, a book in hand, though you’d barely read a word. Your mind was far too distracted by the events of the week—too many pranks, too much noise, and too little quiet.

As you flipped aimlessly through the pages of your book, you heard the door to the common room creak open. You looked up just in time to see Remus Lupin slip inside, his usually composed expression soft with exhaustion. He was carrying a book, but he wasn’t in the mood to study—no, he was here for something else. Something quieter.

For a moment, your eyes met across the room. He paused, his gaze flickering toward the empty armchair by the fire. You gave him a small, welcoming smile, and after a brief hesitation, he walked over and sat down, not far from you.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the fire popping and crackling in the background. Remus glanced at you, then quickly looked away. You could see the weight of the week in his eyes—the strain of trying to keep up with his friends, of being pulled in a hundred different directions.

“You look like you’ve had a long day,” you said gently, lowering your book and giving him a sympathetic smile.

Remus let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. “You could say that,” he replied in a soft voice, running a hand through his messy brown hair. “James and Sirius have been… well, you know how they are. And Peter’s not much better. It’s all pranks, and jokes, and constant noise.” He shook his head with a small, rueful smile. “I think I’m about ready to strangle them all.”

You chuckled, understanding exactly what he meant. “I’m sure you’re not the only one who feels that way,” you said, though you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for Remus. It had to be exhausting, trying to keep up with James and Sirius, always the responsible one, always the one to temper their chaos. “You deserve a break, Remus.”

He nodded, but there was something in his eyes that made you pause. You could tell there was more to his tiredness than just the pranks and the noise. He wasn’t just worn out from dealing with James and Sirius.

“I just sometimes feel like I’m… on the outside of everything, you know?” Remus said quietly, his voice softer now. He glanced over at you, though he quickly looked away again, a little embarrassed by his own vulnerability. “It’s like they have their own world, their own energy, and I’m just here... watching it all happen.”

You looked at him thoughtfully, putting your book aside completely now. “You’re not on the outside, Remus,” you said softly, the words coming to you without thought. “Not to me.”

He seemed to pause at that, his gaze flickering toward you. “I don’t know,” he muttered, looking down at his hands. “They’re always so... full of life, always joking around, always moving. And I’m just... not. I don’t fit in the same way.”

You felt a twinge of sadness for him, knowing just how much he often hid behind that quiet, reserved demeanor of his. How he wore his role as the “calm” one like armor, when underneath it all, he was just as human as anyone else, struggling with his own feelings of isolation.

“You don’t have to be loud or always at the center of things to be important, Remus,” you said, your voice sincere. “Sometimes, it’s the quieter ones that hold everything together. You’re part of their world, just in your own way. I can see it in the way they look at you—James, Sirius, even Peter—they rely on you, maybe more than they realize.”

Remus seemed to consider this, his brow furrowed slightly as he thought it over. “You really think so?” he asked, though his voice held a hint of doubt, as though he wasn’t sure he could believe it.

“I know so,” you replied firmly. “They trust you. And they know you’re there for them when they need you. That’s not something that’s easy to come by, Remus.”

There was a long, quiet pause between you, and for a moment, the world outside the common room seemed to fade away. All that mattered, for that brief stretch of time, was the calm, steady presence of the fire and the fact that, here in this room, you weren’t alone.

“I guess I just... feel like I’m always on the sidelines,” Remus said after a beat, his voice almost too quiet, as if he was unsure whether or not to say it aloud. “Like I’m just watching them live their lives, and I’m stuck on the edge of it all.”

You tilted your head, studying him closely. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that he usually kept hidden. You could see the weight of his own struggles in the way he carried himself, the way he constantly second-guessed his place among his friends.

“Well, you’re not on the sidelines with me,” you said quietly, your voice gentle but firm. “You’ve got a place here, Remus. With me. You don’t have to pretend to be anyone other than yourself.”

He blinked, clearly taken aback by your words. There was a flicker of something in his expression—surprise, maybe even relief—and for a moment, he simply sat there, absorbing what you’d said.

“Thanks,” he murmured after a long moment, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “That means more than I can say.”

You smiled softly. “Anytime,” you replied, and though the words were simple, they felt true in a way that resonated deeply between you both.

For the rest of the evening, you and Remus simply sat there, exchanging stories about your lives—small anecdotes, quiet jokes, and moments of shared understanding. The chaos of the world outside the common room felt distant, almost irrelevant, as you lost track of time in each other’s company.

Eventually, as the fire began to dwindle and the clock struck midnight, Remus stood up, stretching slightly. He gave you a small, grateful smile, though there was still that trace of tiredness in his eyes.

“I should probably head to bed,” he said, though he didn’t seem eager to leave. “Thanks again, for everything. I really needed this.”

You nodded, standing up as well. “You don’t have to thank me, Remus. You’re always welcome here.”

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing something in his mind. Then, with a soft smile, he made his way toward the staircase. “Goodnight,” he called over his shoulder.

Hello again my little trees, here is a Sirius Black x reader, their in a secret relationship and in the heat of the moment a simple slip up puts them into the deatheaters line of fire, each of them in more danger then before

But was it worth it to protect the one they love

shouldn't be any warnings lmk know if I missed anything, as always comment any requests!

Enjoy!

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The dim light of the flickering candles in Grimmauld Place cast long shadows along the walls.

You sat at the kitchen table, quietly stirring your tea as the faint hum of conversation from the other room drifted in. It was an ordinary night—well, as ordinary as it could get in the midst of a war. But there was something about the stillness that felt fragile. It reminded you of the times before everything changed, when you and Sirius could have enjoyed simple moments together, when everything wasn’t clouded with danger and secrecy.

You glanced over at Sirius, who sat across from you, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the table. His shaggy black hair fell into his eyes, and despite his usual easy smile, there was something about him tonight that felt different. Something tired.

"Sirius," you said softly, breaking the silence. "Are you alright?"

He didn’t immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the empty mug in front of him. You had been with him long enough to know he wasn’t just being moody—something was eating at him, something deeper than the usual frustration of war. After a long pause, he finally looked up at you, his eyes darkened with the weight of unspoken words.

"I’m fine," he muttered, a thin smile tugging at his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Just... tired. You know how it is."

You didn’t buy it, of course. But you didn’t push him either. You knew the drill. Sirius Black had a way of masking his feelings, especially when it came to anything that felt too personal. He wore the mask of the charming, reckless marauder with ease. But beneath it, you could feel the quiet turmoil. You both did.

You had been hiding your relationship for months now. At first, it had felt like an exciting challenge—sneaking around, stealing moments, keeping things just between the two of you. But as the war escalated, the stakes grew higher, and the secrecy became less about fun and more about survival.

There were too many risks, too many people who would take advantage of a weakness, and that was what this relationship felt like—dangerous. Every moment you spent together felt like you were walking on a tightrope, one wrong step and everything would come crashing down.

For Sirius, the fear was rooted in guilt. He had seen too many of his friends fall, too many loved ones taken from him. The thought of you being dragged into the conflict because of him was something he couldn’t bear. And yet, every time you two were together, he couldn’t help but lean into the warmth of it, as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded.

For you, it was just as much about self-preservation. You couldn’t stand the idea of seeing him hurt, couldn’t bear to be a target simply because of your love for him. And yet, you found yourself constantly torn between the need to protect him and the undeniable pull of the feelings you shared.

But tonight, something was different. A storm was brewing, and it wasn’t just the weather outside.

The tension in the room was palpable as you sat in silence for a moment longer, trying to read him. A loud crash from the hallway suddenly broke the stillness, and your heart skipped in your chest.

You stood up instinctively, eyes wide. "What was that?" you whispered urgently, moving towards the door.

"Stay here," Sirius ordered, his voice sharp with a hint of urgency as he followed you.

"Not a chance," you shot back, feeling the familiar adrenaline rush. You weren't about to hide behind walls while Sirius went off to fight.

You both rushed out into the hallway just as the door to the kitchen was blasted open, revealing a group of Death Eaters. They had infiltrated Grimmauld Place, and chaos erupted immediately.

"Sirius!" You called out, reaching for your wand. Before you could cast a spell, one of the Death Eaters lunged at him. In that instant, the world seemed to slow down.

Without thinking, you rushed forward, pushing Sirius aside and using your shield charm to deflect a curse aimed at him. "Don’t you dare touch him!" you shouted, adrenaline coursing through you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but there was no time to second-guess yourself.

"Get down!" Sirius yelled, pulling you out of the line of fire as a barrage of spells rained down around you. You managed to dodge, throwing a curse back at one of the attackers.

In the confusion, your grip on your emotions faltered for just a second. As you turned to check on Sirius, you caught his eye—briefly, but long enough to realize that in the heat of the battle, you had let something slip. Your mouth moved before your mind could catch up, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them:

"Watch out, love!"

The word rang in the air, and for a brief second, everything went still. The Death Eaters froze for just a moment, as if the air itself had shifted. And then, all hell broke loose.

Sirius' eyes widened in realization. A flicker of something—surprise, maybe—flashed across his face, but then his expression hardened. "Not now," he muttered under his breath. He shot a spell at one of the attackers, his gaze still fixed on you, but now there was a new tension in his features.

So then you fought side by side, your movements synchronized despite the chaos, but the weight of the slip-up lingered in the back of your mind. As the last of the attackers were driven back, the room fell silent again. You both stood there, panting, facing each other across the wreckage.

"Well," Sirius said, wiping sweat from his brow. His voice was strained, but he managed a small smile. "I guess the secret’s out now."

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. You could see the mixed emotions on his face—relief, anger, and something else. But you knew exactly how he felt. There was a reason you kept your relationship hidden. A reason you couldn’t let anyone know. Because now, the stakes were higher than ever.

"Are you insane?" Sirius hissed, his voice low but tinged with frustration as you both retreated into the hallway, away from the wreckage of the battle. He leaned against the wall, trying to steady his breathing. "Do you have any idea what this means? What we’ve just done?"

You stepped closer, your heart still racing from the fight. "Sirius, I—I couldn’t just stand there. You were in danger. I couldn’t let you get hurt." Your voice cracked with the weight of your emotions, but you stood firm, your chin lifted in defiance.

His eyes softened, but only for a moment before he turned away, running a hand through his hair. "You know we can’t—" He stopped himself mid-sentence, clearly trying to find the right words. "You know what this means, right? We’ve put ourselves right in the line of fire. All because you slipped up."

You stared at him, trying to find your own words. The truth of it hit you just as hard as it had hit him. You had made a mistake, but now that the truth was out, there was no going back. "I know the risks, Sirius. But I can’t keep pretending this—" You gestured between the two of you, "—doesn’t mean something."

He looked at you then, his face a mixture of frustration and something softer, something more vulnerable. "You think I don’t know that?" he muttered. "You think I don’t feel it too? You think I haven’t been waiting for this to come crashing down?"

"You don’t get it," you snapped, stepping closer, your voice fierce now. "I can’t keep hiding, Sirius. I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you. And I won’t—" Your words faltered for a moment, but you took a deep breath, staring into his eyes. "I won’t lose you. Not like this."

Sirius’ expression softened as the tension melted out of his shoulders. For the first time that night, he looked... tired. Worn down by the weight of it all, but also something more. Something real. He took a slow step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours, until he was right in front of you, just a breath away.

"You're insane," he whispered, his voice shaking slightly. But there was a small smile on his lips, a vulnerable thing. "Do you know that?"

"I know," you replied softly, your fingers brushing against his. You felt the warmth of him, the heat of his presence in a way that made the world outside feel a little less dangerous. "But I can’t help it."

Without another word, he closed the gap between you, his lips crashing onto yours with a desperate intensity. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was everything you had both been holding back. All the longing, the fear, the uncertainty—it all came pouring out in that single, stolen moment. The chaos of the world outside seemed to fade away, and in that instant, it was just the two of you, holding on to something real, something worth fighting for.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you rested your forehead against his. The sound of battle outside the house still rang in your ears, but in this quiet, small space, you had something to hold on to.

"We don’t have forever," he whispered,

his voice low.

"I know," you replied, your hands still tangled in his. "But we have right now."

Hii little trees so here’s a Remus Lupin x reader oneshot, he always forgets his sweater in the most convenient places for her to find and wear them, but one day he forgets to remove something that he was terrified of her seeing, a confession.

shouldn’t be any warnings lmk if i missed anything or if u have requests!

Enjoy!

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Autumn at Hogwarts always felt like a promise—golden leaves, brisk wind, and your fingers going numb every time you forgot gloves. Too often, really.

And he had definitely noticed.

The first jumper appeared in Transfiguration. You returned from borrowing a quill and found a soft, slightly-worn maroon sweater draped over your chair. Warm, like someone had just taken it off. It smelled faintly of old books and chocolate.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw him two rows back, reading far too intently to be natural.

Right.

You weren’t clueless.

A second jumper showed up in the common room. Another on your dorm doorknob. One folded neatly by your favorite chair near the fire.

He never said anything about them.

And you didn’t press, because wearing his jumpers was… nice. Too nice. Embarrassing-to-admit nice. They wrapped around you like a quiet confession he was too afraid to voice.

But today, you decide to return one.

You catch him in the hallway, the forest-green jumper folded in your arms.

“Hey,” you call out.

He turns, startled. His cheeks tint pink—always a soft blush, never dramatic. It suits him.

“Hello,” he says gently. “Everything alright?”

You hold up the jumper. “This belongs to you.”

He hesitates. “…I suppose it does.”

“You left it in the common room.”

Another pause. Then, after thinking too hard about it:

“By accident.”

Your expression makes it clear you don’t believe that for even half a second.

He shifts awkwardly. His hands disappear into his pockets.

“I washed it,” you say. “Thought I should bring it back.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, reaching for it.

As he takes it, something crinkles inside the pocket.

You both stop.

“…What was that?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he says way too fast.

You slip your hand into the pocket before he can pull the jumper away.

“Wait—don’t—”

But you’ve already pulled out a folded piece of parchment.

He looks like he might pass out.

You unfold it. The handwriting is unmistakably his—neat, thoughtful, revealing more than he ever says aloud.

“I know it’s silly, but you look happier when you’re warm.

And I like being the reason for that.”

Your heart stutters.

There’s more.

“If I were braver, I’d tell you how I feel.

But for now…

let me pretend you wear my jumpers because you want to.”

You look up slowly.

He’s already taking a step back, horrified. “I—I wasn’t going to give you that. I wrote it and meant to throw it away—please don’t think—”

“Hey,” you interrupt softly.

He shuts his mouth.

You fold the note carefully. “You can keep pretending… or you could just ask.”

His breath catches. “Ask?”

You step closer. “If I want to wear your jumpers.”

He swallows hard. “Do you?”

You smile. “Only if I get to be with you too.”

He blinks like you’ve short-circuited him. “You… want that?”

“Yeah,” you laugh quietly. “I do.”

You hand the jumper back to him—

Then pull it over your own head instead, sleeves falling past your hands.

“Actually… I’m keeping this one.”

He stares like the world just tilted into something better.

His fingers brush your cheek as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“It looks better on you anyway,” he whispers.

From then on, he stops “forgetting” his jumpers.

He presses them into your hands himself.