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Summary: Sometimes even the toughest soldiers need to be taken care of. And since you happen to have your own personal one at home you decide to help him relax and it's safe to say he loves it.
warnings: none? shirtless jack? reader simping over jack's arms (very relatable), he calls you kid like once
Content: fluff like nothing but fluff, they're so in love, jack being a dork, fluff once again, jack calls reader baby, freckles appreciation,
"Stop squirming Jack-" you press your fingers softly but firmly against both of his shoulders " 'am not squirming- you're tickling me" Jack's voice comes out muffled by the pillow he had buried his face in. Despite his words - there's no hint of annoyance in his tone. He sounds relaxed, content - it makes a smile spread on your face.
So here you are -your hands moving with determination and care over the freckled skin of his shoulder blades. "Didn't know you were ticklish old man..." Jack hears the teasing in your voice and feels the way your fingertips move to ghost over his ribs. It sends a pleasant shiver through his body.
He frees one of his arms from where it was resting comfortably under his forehead and gently grasps your wrist.
"Baby- I swear if you-" you just chuckle because once again his warning is anything but scary.
"Relax" you lean down a little pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck and then another one over a little scar adorning his shoulder.
A soft exhale is all the confirmation you need to resume your movements - both palms tracing down his back in circular motions pressing and kneading the tense muscles of his back. Every now and then a barely audible groan leaves his lips and even tho you could tease him about it you hesitate. Teasing Jack is always fun but seeing the furrow above his brows gone for the first time in months gives you just as much satisfaction.
It's so peaceful. Gentle hum of the city life outside the window, the fan fluttering over both your heads, occasional ruffling of the sheets as either of you adjust your position on the bed - cautious not to disturb this shared moment of quiet intimacy.
Jack is laying on his stomach, shirtless, his salt and pepper curls mussed all over. But it's okay because it's his day off... Everyone deserves a day to let themselves be disheveled, messy and to say you love him like this - so rawly himself - would be an understatement.
The Jack you know and adore is devoted, professional, calm but he is also this - comfort and softness under sunbeam warmed skin - you feel his every breath from the place where you're sitting on the bottom of his spine. Hovering. Careful of his back strained after years of hard work and sacrifices.
"You doing okay?" Your voice is quiet, your hands are still moving - knuckles massaging from the center of his back towards his sides. For a moment you think he might have fallen asleep... You wouldn't blame him you know the exhaustion that lives in his bones all too well- but then
"Mmm I'm good..." He mumbles, his hand finds your calf wrapping around it in a way that turns your brain into liquid.
"Perfect" he adds.
When you decide his back had gotten enough attention your palms move towards his broad shoulders. Pressing firm enough to release the tension but not hard enough to cause any pain. He is silent but not fully, hums and breaths leave his lips, and they sound like the sweetest praise you've ever heard.
After shoulders come his arms - you catch yourself forgetting to breathe for a brief second when you feel his muscles flex under your fingertips. Did he do that on purpose?
The hand on your calf is still there and he reminds you of it with a gentle squeeze that brings you back to reality. You once again lean forward planting another kiss on the opposite shoulder this time.
"Your freckles are real cute" your voice is barely above a whisper. "hmm?" You chuckle.
"Your freckles" One more kiss placed right on his spine. "Cute."
Jack grumbles something but you can't really make it out because of the way he is now even more buried into the pillow. If you had to guess it probably had something to do with soldiers not being cute. Yet here he is - your cute wannabe grumpy soldier. The thought itself makes your lips curve.
His eyes are closed, breathing even, lashes fluttering against his cheeks and once again those freckles - they're all over his body. They're all over your mind....
Now that every inch of his exposed skin has been looked after your fingers find it's way towards his hair - as soft as his skin and smelling like the apple scented conditioner you bought for him last week as part of your step by step curl enhancing plan.
You press your chest against his back. The material of his old t-shirt that has become yours since you started sleeping over at Jack's place is now the only thing separating you from his warmth.
"You can sleep it's okay" you mumble, cheek smooshed against his shoulder blade.
"No no-it's okay" his eyes open, blinking a few times "c'mere" you feel him shift underneath you as you raise yourself slightly allowing Jack to turn onto his back his hands coming to rest on your thighs.
"You know-" he lifts one hand to run it through his hair. The way he looks right now reminds you of the way he looks right after he wakes up from an undisturbed night of sleep. No alarms. No responsibilities. It's a rare sight but a really good one. "You should really consider a career change"
You can't help the wide grin that spreads on your face at his statement and it grows even bigger when you see one starting to bloom on his too. Still you pretend to consider his words despite your clear amusement. "I don't think Robby would be happy with that, the day shift is already understaffed"
Jack wraps his arm around your waist, strong muscles pulling you flush against his chest as you let out a surprised sound. The smile on his face is now undeniable-
"Screw Robby. I actually happen to be looking for a personal massage therapist" The arm around your waist gives you a playful squeeze "It pays well and comes with benefits"
His free hand moves to your face tracing soft patterns against your cheek like it's his second nature. "Tempting" You chuckle.
"So you're saying you'll let me do this more often...?" Your own hand - seeking him like every other cell in your body - finds it way to his arm wrapping it in a careful hold.
"Let's just say I have a nice plan for my sabbatical" His lips land gently on your forehead like a wordless promise. Not just for more massages. More of you and him. Like this. And by the way his gaze softens you know he means it. "-but you are not using any essential oils kid, forget about it" and all you can do is laugh.
Yes, the Jack you love is collected, devoted and hardworking but he is also a dork in a grown man's body... Even tho he'll never admit to it.
t/w: implied mental and physical abuse; this is very sad and depressing and basically pure angst
a/n: I thought about writing a series based on this what are your thoughts?
"Don't go" his voice was quiet, barely audible to the ear but Regulus was terrified to make it louder. The idea of his parents waking up and witnessing this scene making him freeze in place.
"Sirius you can't go" the cold wooden floor sent chills from his bare feet all the way up his spine. Or perhaps it was shock that was causing his state. Fear of being left alone in this place that though claimed to be never even came close to a home. Sirius turned around softly, flinching slightly at the floor creaking under his feet. He let out a sigh finally facing his younger brother. "Reggie..." he trailed quietly hand running through his long messy hair.
"I have to Regulus I can't..." this time a louder sigh "I can't stand this anymore" Regulus failed to move. He wanted to. He wanted to yell at him, beg him to stay, to not leave him alone to deal with this hell. He wanted to grab him by the colar of his stupid leather jacked and drag him back upstairs to his room. He wanted to do all those things that would make him stay. But he didn't. He just stood there. Paralyzed. Tears begin to flood his sorrowful eyes. "Don't. Go." he said thru his teeth a gesture usually signifying anger but not this time. He knew Sirius could see it too by the way his eyes dropped to the floor too ashamed to look him in the face. "I'm sorry Reg. I have to. I- They- I just can't" and before he could say anything more Sirius was out of his sight, behind the door of Grimmlaud place, on his way to start a new life. A new life without Regulus in it.
That night Regulus couldn't fall asleep. And when his parents woke up in the morning he played a fool, acted like he didn't know a thing about his brother's disappearence. They made sure to prove to him exactly why he shall never behave like "the blood-traitor". They refused to call Sirius by his name from then on.
And when it was finally over he was alone in his room new bruised forming on his porcelain skin. No one knocked on his door to ask if he wanted to watch a quiddich game with him while snacking on chocolate frogs. It was just him and the silence which never felt so loud. That evening Regulus promised himself it was the first and the last time someone would make him feel so betrayed.
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summary: remus spends the morning of his birthday with his favorite people in the world or a short fluff about remus' birthday and the marauders ruining a heated moment
the art is from the amazing likeafunerall, her work is truly wonderful check it out here
a/n: no tbh it's just a teeth rotting fluff for birthday boy remmy and reader being absolutely smitten for each other not fully edited cuz it's like 2am and I gotta wake up in 3 hours rip
you can check out my masterlist here
warnings: like one swear words, suggestive stuff and a heavy make out session but no smut
Remus stirred in his sleep, the soft sounds of birds coming through his bedroom window calmly waking him up from his slumber. He stayed still for a few more minutes, brething in the fresh spring air, long lashes fluttering against his rosy cheeks. His hand slowly wandered to his side hoping to feel the warmth and softness of your skin against his fingertips. Yet to his dismay the only thing he was met with were cold, soft , freshly washed sheets that left a lingering feeling in his heart. Not too bad but not even close to good enough for Remus. Slowly the man opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the bright sun peeking thru the cotton curtains and hitting him directly in the face. He should be happy - the weather is nice, the winter is finally long gone and everying is coming back to life but the only thing occupying his mind was the lack of a familiar body beside his.
She must be downstairs. His thoughts sounded lazily in his head. And he really hoped his senses were right this time. After a few more minutes he at last managed to gather up enough energy and will to raise from his bed. Grabbing his cane and groaning slightly as his hurting hip boldly reminded of itself. He didn't care to change from his pjs and he knew you wouldn't either so just like that in his current slightly dissheveled state he made his way downstairs.
When he entered the kitchen he was met with a wonderful smell of raspberries and chocolate and an even more wonderful sight of you. Your back was facing him as you grabbed a few things from the counter, still in your baking trance. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, noting the cute baby blue apron you were wearing - a gift from Lily and similarily to him sleeping attire still underneath. When you finally turned to him, holding a cupcake with both of your hands in front of you, a single lit candle adorning it, Remus smiled sleepily, blush creeping up his face. "Good morning birthday boy"
There was flour on your face and clothes and a smudge of what looked like chocolate frosting on your forehead. "Morning darling" his raspy morning voice making you giggle softly. He leaned down to press a kiss to you lips but instead was met with a finger against his own. "Nuh uh. Make a wish first" He rolled his eyes playfully at you, muttering a soft "fine fine" before blowing out the candle and quickly capturing your lips. One of your hands trailing up his neck to play with his hair while his free palm found it's place on your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was slow and gentle and it ended far too quickly for Remus' liking.
"I wished for a morning kiss by the way" he said softly after you two parted. "Remus!" you gasped and jokingly slapped his arm. "Hey don't hit me I'm an old man now" his hands shot in the air being fake-offended. "That's a bloody terrible wish. Luckily for you I made like 20 more cupkaces so you will have plenty chances to fix it" Your frame shifted a bit revealing a tray full of sweets. The tall boy shook his head in disbelief as both of your laughs filled the room.
Suddently Remus didn't feel so bad about getting old and the wrinkles that were starting to form in the corners of his eyes or the bags under his eyes and the constant tired look on his face. Even his hip that was getting progressively worse and worse every full moon didn't seem like that much of a bother anymore. Frankly he was willing to sacrifice all of his joints if he was granted the privilege of feeling this for the rest of his life. The privilege of you. And when your hand gently brushed against his own fingers wrapping around his pinky pulling him away from his train of thoughts, he lifted up his thumb wiping off the frosting from your forehead before planting the softest kiss in that exact spot.
"I have a gift for you" "You didn't ha-" "Shush" your eyes locked for a moment before you reached to your apron pocked and pulled out a small dark red box. "Baby if you're going to propose to me you should have warned me I would have put a suit on" his teasing made your face heat up and you could only mutter a quiet "sod off Lupin" before handing him the box. Inside the box was a necklace. A glass orb hanging from a delicate silver chain resting securily on a little cushion. But what really caught his eye was a blue glowing thread floating inside the orb itself. Remus recognized it instantly. "A memory," he whispered, awestruck.
" I- It's from that night in the Shierking Shack after the full moon when you fell aslesp in my lap. I think I might have fallen in love with you that night." You let out a nervous giggle and before you could add anything more his strong arms wrapped around you pulling you as close to him as physically possible embracing you in his warmth. The smell of books and dark chocolate filling your nose sending shivers down your spine. After a few moments passed his long slender fingers gently grasped your chin pulling your lips together for what felt like the billionth time this morning molding into one. Your lips fit together like they were meant to be but it seemed like neither of you was happy with that as you desperately wanted more. His tongue pressed against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you gadly allowed and he wasted no time in depening the kiss, pulling you even closer. Frankly you didn't even think that was doable with how little space was already left between you. His hands found the bottom of your thighs before hoisting you up onto the countertop. He knew you didn't like when he did that, too worried that you might accidently cause him pain and strain his alredy worn out bones. But Remus Lupin really is willing to sacrifice his joints. Right here. Right now.
He broke the kiss first instead trailing pecks and soft bites down your neck to your shoulder making you gasp. "I don't know-" kiss "what I did-" kiss "to deserve this- you" now he's sucking gently on your skin. "Rem" you tried saying but his antics were far too distracting "but holy fuck" he finished his sentence coming back to your lips once again biting down lightly his hands touching every inch of your skin.
"OI MOONY" "WHERE'S MY FAVORITE FURRY" Remus groans loudly resting his head on your shoulder letting your fingers run through his hair for a brief moment as the front door opens. SIrius and James' voices spreading loudly through the house. with Pete's giggles sounding in the background.
Summary: Remus has been living his life as always since meeting [Y/N], so has she, but when they cross paths again thing take an unexpected turn. And Remus couldnât be happier that everything ended up just like this.
A/N: Part two is finally here Iâm super sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it. This one made me really realize how cheesy I am fr kinda embarrassing. Also I recommend listening to âMystery of loveâ by Sufjan Stevens while reading this one.Â
Both of the quotes are from âCall me by your nameâ by Andre Aciman.
Picture not mine credits to the rightsful owner.
If you asked Remus' friends to describe him in three words, there would be many options. Helpful, kind, smart, funny, oblivious perhaps some would say, the list goes on and on. But he himself is almost certain that most of them would say forgetful. Remmy forgets a lot of things, names, birthdays, what floor is his herbiology class, the password to the common room, well there is probably more but for now he forgot the rest...oh the irony.. Remus sometimes forgets people. One time while organizing a birthday party for James he forgot that Peter Pettigriew, one of his best friends, exists, that resulted in him not inviting Pete, said boy getting sad, and a bunch of other bad things happening . But the thing is this was not not some cheap excuse, he genuinely forgot and Peter has yet to forgive him for it. As much as he hates to admit it he forgot about the train girl too. [Y/N]. Her name pops up in his mind suddenly almost as if his brain is starting to pity him. Honestly it makes Remmy a bit sad, her name no longer bringing shivers up his spine, her eyes aren't as clear in his mind no more, everything is becoming blurry and for some reason it makes Remus feel guilty. The boy lets out a sigh as his thoughts go dark for a few moments before mentally scolding and reminding himself of more important stuff to worry about, as this wasn't the only thing cluttering his mind...A lot has happened since then.
The last week of summer was very hectic, Sirius had another fallout with his parents which resulted in all of their moods being not so great. The first week of school wasn't that fun either, prefect duties and all the assignments weighting on Remusâ shoulders like two heavy buckets of water hanging from a wooden pole. The exhaustion made his mind boil so at the end of the first week of the new school year Remus Lupin was barely able to think. Hence why he the first thing that he did after finishing all his responsibilities on the cold Friday evening was head to his favorite corner in the library, far away from anyone's eyes. Well not like there was a lot of people here on a day like this in the first place but still. With a slight flicker of his wand he fills his corner with pillows and blankets and a never ending supply of chocolate and his favorite orange juice. Honestly it's kind of risky but he's on such good terms with the librarian that he is not worried at this point. He brings her cookies from the kitchen every time he visits so frankly he deserves some privilege. Remus makes himself comfortable in his cozy little spot pulling out the book he is currently reading from his backpack and just like that he lets himself get lost in the world portrayed on the pages, ever so often reaching out to grab a piece of chocolate or sip some of the juice, honestly it's perfect. Remus absolutely loves moments like this. It may seem like such a main character moment to some but honestly everyone needs those once in a while. He really feels like he is making memories. His eyes wander back to the black ink..
"And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts."
Remus Lupin is a very forgetful. He truly does forget a lot of things. Unintentionally. But Remus Lupin is also great at remembering. His mind can be empty at times but just a small trigger is enough to fill it with memories, coming back to him like thousands of colors exploding and mixing, creating one shade, unique and special. There won't ever be a moment in time when this exact color appears again but it's okay because he can enjoy it for now. And just like a well seems empty at first when you gaze into the darkness, all you need is a small pebble to see how deep and full it actually is. That sentence is just like a little stone to Remus' mind, bringing up things that he thought he forgot about when in fact they were always there deep down below the surface of the water. And just like that sparks run down the boy's spine, making him shiver even under the layers of blankets and his mind becomes blurry for a second filling with thoughts like a meadow fills with fog on a chilly day of spring, making the air above, the dew covered grass, almost impossible to see through. And for a micro second Remus panics, worried that his is losing all the memories once again, but the fog seems way too familiar and so does the soft voice that reaches his ears. " Wow someone is really comfy over there" it's gentle and rather quiet but in a weird way very playful and confident, honestly it sounds like something Sirius would say but he knows damn well it's not his best friend. He lifts his gaze. "Hi Remmy." this one is way more shy and it's almost as if Remus can feel her cheeks become warm. "Hi there" he replies a bit embarrassed by how happy he sounds. "Long time no see" Dear Merlin the way her eyes sparkle makes his knees give out, it reminds him of that one night Sirius was teaching them about different constellations, bragging about how for obvious reasons he was named after the bringhtes of stars. Gosh her name should be Sirius. Remus furrows his brows at how weird what he just thought was. "Indeed. What brings you hear?" Great Rem why do you thing someone would be in a library huh? But then he hears her giggle and he is just a little less embarrassed. "Oh you know just looking for some eggs and flour. Felt like baking today." That gets a lough out of him " I know I know stupid question" he rolls his eyes at her. " Actually just looking for this one book my friend recommended me and you just happen to have good taste in alleys."
Life is full of surprises. If 5 months ago someone told Remus that he would be sitting on a blanket near the Black lake, enjoying the sun warming up his skin, getting lost in one of his favorite books while watching the girl of his dreams collect flowers next to him, he would honestly think that person is out of their mind. But here they are and Remus has never been happier.
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âIf I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.â
"Remmy! Look!" The boy takes his eyes of the pages of the book instead focusing on the girl in front of him, quickly skipping steps, her hands outstretched in front of her, fingers gently holding on tiny blue wildflowers showing them off to her boyfriend. The smile spreading on her face was a sight for sore eyes and Remus couldn't help it when his lips turn into a grin too. "Wow they are gorgeous.. Forget-me-nots?" The girl hums as an answers and takes a sit in front of him "Blue because the soil's pH must be slightly alkaline." "How do you know that stuff?" Remus asks while playing with a strand of her hair but the girl just shrugs "Books." That makes the boy giggle "Books huh?" "Yes" [Y/N] rolls her eyes "Here now you look pretty" she adds as she places a few of the flowers behind his ear. Her hands linger in his hair for a moment before tracing down to his neck, fingers as cold as always yet this time all he feels when they make contact with his skin is the heat spreading all over his body, starting from his heart where thousands of sparks explode like fireworks on new years eve and ending at his mind where it's no longer blurry. Now everything is clear from the brightness. Aren't I always pretty? was what Rem initially wanted to say but instead he opted for "Your hands are always freezing.." "Oh? Sorr-" "In the most heartwarming way possible" And then the girl leans forward her soft lips colliding against Remmy's slightly dry ones and once again the sparks fill his body some would say he must be used to it by now. Never. Because every time it feels like the first and the last one, like he has never felt before but also like he could lose it at any second, like discovering happiness but also being afraid of it disappearing any time and now Remmy doesn't need books to be his pebble because every time he sees her he is creating new unforgettable memories but the old ones are still there and so soon the well might overflow. " You're so corny Mr. Lupin" "And who's putting flowers in my hair and calling me pretty huh?" "Shut up Moony." Their laughter spreads in the warm spring air..
"Wait wait so you're telling me he, Remus Moony Lupin aka Remmy the shy boy, the I could never make the first move guy kissed you in the library that day?" "Mhm" "And you're telling me about it just now?!" Sirius exclaims dramatically while throwing his arms up in the air. "Way to go Rem " James pats his friends back as Remmy only groans burying his face in [Y/N]'s shoulder. "Why are you even telling them about this for Merlin's sake??" He groans once again earning a giggle from the girl. "It was a dare and I'm no cheater" "No no no don't change the topic I need more details!" "Sirius let her be" Lily's soft voice sounds from beside James her legs thrown over her boyfriend's lap, it's the first time she's spoken in a while too focused on her book. "There is nothing more to say he asked me if I wanted to hang out with him for some time, I said yes, we talked for a good few hours and then he asked if he could kiss me and I mean I obviously said yes" "Awwwwe Remus you even asked her that's so freaking adorable" James laughs and holds his chest as if his heart was hurting from the cuteness. "Okay okay Remus truth or dare?!" "That's not how the game works" Lily scolds Sirius, who's basically screaming at this point, once again. "Shut it Evans. Moony?" "Ugh Truth." "Was there some tongue action???" "SIRIUS!" Lily and [Y/N] raise their voices at the same time as Remus groans once again covering his face with his hands. "What? I don't know what's your problem I'm just curious.." And just like that a heated argument full of laughter and teasing starts.
Life is full surprises but some things will always stay the same like Sirius always being the annoying git he is, Lily always being done with him. The train will probably always stay cold and the windows will always steam up from the hot air leaving their lungs. Her hands will always be cold, but it's okay, because everything is warm and clear now and Remus finally understands.
Warnings: Somoking, Siriâs parents being mean, overall a bit angsty
Summary: The day after his birthday Sirius always remember his parents. But itâs okay because heâs got her to help him realize there are other thing that matter more.
A/N:Â Hope yâall like this one, even tho itâs deffinitely more on the sad side. Iâm working on part two of Steamed up windows and cold hands so stay tuned for that! <3
(Picture not mine, credits to the rightful owner.)
  Novembers were usually pretty chilly, especially at Hogwarts. Stone walls failing to provide any additional warmth, making every corner freezing. For most parts, the couch in front of the fireplace in the common room was the only place where you could sit comfortably without chills creeping up your body making your skin cover in goosebumps. On a second thought, Sirius' bed was quite nice as well, especially with the boy's warm, toned body by your side. Woolen blankets, fluffy pillows, the boy really valued coziness, or perhaps he just knew you that well...Maybe it was both, probably. Thank you Sirius, [Y/n] thought to herself, Iâm just a little less cold now.
With the beginning of fall most of the students discard their fashionable, aesthetically pleasing outfits, instead covering their bodies with oversized sweaters. Well perhaps except for the popular kids from Slytherin and half of the Hufflepuff's always ready to provide you with stylish cottage core fits. Well now that she's thinking about it, it might be only her and Remus but honestly... Moony wears them all year so, it might be just her. Speaking of sweaters... [Y/N] pulls onto her sleeves so that they cover her trembling hands, she could feel the wind brush against her neck making her shiver. Who invented autumn in the first place. The girl speeds up, careful not to trip on the steep stairs of the Astronomy Tower. With every step she takes the sound of guitar, coming from the very top, becomes clearer. She smile to herself, the tunes reassuring her about her boyfriend's hideout.
"Hi baby" Sirius' soft voice greets her before she manages to say something herself. Words muffled because of the cigarette in his mouth. The boy is sitting on the floor, guitar in his hands, fingers slowly and gently hitting the strings, improvising a sweet melody. Dear Merlin He did not stop playing when he saw [Y/N] instead his hands became even gentler, causing the sounds to quietly frame their conversation. Sirius was an attractive man, his girlfriend knew it, everyone did really, smart, handsome, perfect boy. There was no way for him to hide his charm, but it was moments like this, that really made her realize how utterly beautiful he was. Eyes a bit teary, nose red from the cold, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, moonlight making his skin look like highest quality silver, used for the most valuable jewelry, wind playing with his locks resulting in some falling over his eyes. His name really suited him, he really was the brightest of stars. " You shouldn't have come it's late" he was right. They both had classes tomorrow and it was almost midnight but oh well they will worry about that later... [Y/n] sits down on the floor beside him, her knee brushing against his thigh. " Well in that case you shouldn't be here either.." " Don't get all smart with me " She giggled and after a few minutes of silence she spoke again " You know I don't like it when you smoke... it's not good for you" She reaches out to put a piece of hair behind his ear as he lets out a sad sigh " I know it's just.." She knew.
Yesterday was Sirus' birthday. Per usual there was a party, there were gifts, laughter, happy tears, it was perfect. Sirius seriously ( Pun intended) loved every second of it, he loved his friends even more. But while November 3rd was always filled with joy, the fourth day of the new month was not even close to being as good. Padfoot normally liked to keep his cool, rarely affected by anything, especially people. Some would say he was cold. But if there was one topic that made Sirius' walls crumble it was his parents. And so after the clock strikes midnight, ending the long anticipated celebration, when everything goes quiet Sirius' mind gets loud. Very loud. His parents always forget, or perhaps even worse. They do remember, they just choose to ignore it. They never send him anything, not a word, and while he hates to admit it: it hurts... Quite a lot. And he is stupid enough to each year hope that something will change..each year. "Happy Birthday Son , we love you " But it never comes true.        Â
"Not even Regulus?" the girl asks gently while playing with her boyfriendâs locks. He only shooks his head, eyes looking straight into the never-ending emptiness of the nigh sky. [Y/N] slowly reaches her hand out gently pulling the cigarette out of Sirius' mouth, putting it out by crushing it on the cement floor. He doesnât protest " Do you want to stargaze with me I can tell you what I learned yesterday during Astronomy?" The girl asks softly and is immediately met with a deep hum. To be fair, Sirius doesn't really feel like it, he already knows everything about the night sky, thanks to his heritage, but he can't say no to her. Seeing his girl so invested and purely interested in something just melts his heart. But Padfoot's brows furrow when the girl, previously seated beside him, moves so that they are face to face. "I thought you wanted to look at the stars?" the boy asks confused, eyes piercing through her soul like thousands of blades and nothing has ever felt greater in his life. "I'm looking at one right now" Sirius snorts "Seriously? That was so cheesy jeez baby" he lets out a soft laugh but [Y/N] just smiles at him. However the grin disappears quickly when Sirius, once again, lets out a sigh and his gaze lowers to the cold floor. [Y/N] does the first thing that comes to her mind, which is to wrap the most precious person on Earth in the tightest hug possible. âI know Siri, but itâll be fineâ she whispers
Sirius Black has a lot of bad qualities, first of he is a huge procrastinator, once he started writing an essay an hour before it was due and he actually somehow got a D+. James was super salty about that, because he spend a week on that same essay and also got a D+. Second of he almost never does his homework, instead opting to copy Remmy's and everyone knows he's too nice to say no. [Y/N] always scolds him for that. Siri is terrible at saving money, spending everything within a week from getting it. He is awful at being serious (pun intended again), he once laughed when they announced that the class is canceled because Slughorn broke his leg. Some people thought he had something to do with it after that happened. Siri is also a terrible cook, thank god he's a wizard cause otherwise he'd starve to death. The list could go on and on but those things never really bothered Sirius, because he has one very important quality. He is smart, smart enough to surround himself with people who despite all the bad things always see good in him. James, Remus, [Y/N], Peter, Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, he drives all of them nuts from time to time, but at the end of the day if you asked one of them how is he as a friend, they wouldnât be able to shut up about him, and he loves them for that. It's sad that his parents are not part of the list, he really wishes they would, because after all these times, they made him bury his head in the pillow so his best mates wouldn't hear his sobs, he still loves them, but he is smart, he knows that he can't force them to love him back ,no matter how hard he would try.
The couple sits there in silence for a good while, only the sound of wind dancing through the stone walls of Hogwarts reaches their ears occasionally. There is no one around, the whole castle fast asleep, not aware of what is going on on the top of the astronomy tower. It feels like there are the only ones left, no one else to bother them, just him, her, the stars, his guitar and silence. It's perfect. This is when Sirius decides to never again let anyone ruin his happiness. The right now is too precious to worry about what others think, do or say. All he cares about is his family, but not the one chosen for him, the one he chose for himself. Sirius Black wants to have a good life and life is as good as the people you surround yourself with.
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Summary: Remus meets a new person during a train ride to Hogwarts and then everything seems the same but is it?Â
A/N : Hi everyone! This is my first fic on here itâs just a sweet story about [Y/N] and Remus first meeting. Girl is trying to be mysterious fr . I really hope you like it and if you have a request feel free to send it!Â
Ps. Sorry for any grammar mistakes :/
 (Picture not mine credits to the rightful owner)
Honestly Remus was a little embarrassed, walking through the train in search of an empty seat, his face was probably as red as a tomato, hair messy. He felt awful. The teenager slowly ran his hand through his caramel locks to make it at least somewhat presentable to others. This morning was rough. Not only did he sleep in, exactly why his hair is in such distress right now, but he also tripped while running to the train station, so now his favorite black trousers ( a gift from his mom) were ripped just above his knee. Oh well.. that couldn't be too bad,right? He recalls James telling him something about muggles thinking it is "trendy" so maybe no one will pay too much attention to him. But really.. Who is he trying to fool he looks just like Padfoot after a long bath in the muddy puddle during a very very rainy night. As the thoughts ramble around Remus' mind his gaze runs towards an empty compartment at the very end of the car he is currently walking through. He slowly makes his way closer and slides the door open letting out a huge sigh of exhaustion... That's when his eyes fall upon a girl, sitting in the very corner of the compartment, wearing the most comfortable sweater he has ever seen. She is looking out of the window, from where he's standing he can't exactly see her eyes but something tells him they are filled with melancholy. Blurry just like the landscape outside of the window, passing by as the Hogwarts express makes his way through the lands of England.
 "Good evening, can I join you?" he whispers softly. Partially because he didn't want to startle her but mostly because he was afraid his voice would sound strange given that he didnât even have time to say anything today. Unfortunately his plan doesn't really work out as the girl is pulled out of her thoughts with his apparently not soft enough words. "Yh good evening yes please um feel free" the girl stumbles to her feet to collect her things that previously were spread on the other seats as Remus takes the one furthest from the unfamiliar face. " I'm Remus. Are you... a new student ?" He asks while searching through his backpack for a book, purposefully avoiding eye contact. "I know" she says quickly immediately looking embarrassed "I mean I know who you are I know your friend... Peter. We have a few extracurricular classes together" Her speech is a bit muffled, not necessarily shy just a bit uncertain. " I'm [Y/N] ".Â
They fall silent after that. No one says anything, both in their own tiny worlds, struggling to find some common ground without worrying whether the other would mind. The entire train ride passes just like that, only the sounds of their breaths filling the air as the silence surrounds them and the space between them fills with fog from the warmth of their exhales colliding with the cold winter air.
The end of the school year came faster than anyone has anticipated, everyone exhausted, some more than others, now they were making their way to the train station to head home and officially start the summer break. " Come onn Moony hurry up! We need to find an empty compartment before the Slytherin arses take up all the free seats!" Remus wasn't probably the only one who heard Sirius given how loud he is but who is he to argue with his best friend. Instead he speeds up his steps. Yet he stops sooner than he expected ramming into James' back after he rammed into Sirius' back when he opened one of the doors and stopped suddenly, now looking at something... Thanks to his long legs he could easily peek over his friends' heads to see whatever they were looking at. And there he saw her. Now a recognizable face sitting in the same exact position she was in when they first met. Same piercing gaze but the air seemed warmer, so did the atmosphere, no more fog around them. Now he could see her. Clearly. "Hi! Would you mind if-" "It's fine I will go find a seat somewhere else" [Y/N] cuts Sirius off before he can finish, looking right into Remus' eyes while saying every word as if they were meant only for his ears to hear. And while She was passing by the three boys [Y/N]âs hand brushed against Moonyâs, sending thousands of sparks along his spine.
That was the last time Remus has seen [Y/N]. He tried asking Peter about her, but he wasnât very helpful, only giving him a âYea I know herâ as an answer. The days were passing like always, filled with laughter, pranks, Sirius and Jamesâ otter stupidity. Nothing extraordinary. But every now and then when loneliness showed up, the laughters died down and after came the silence, his thoughts always wandered to that same place. The foggy compartment at the very end of car number 4, their belongings scattered on the floor and her blurry gaze piercing through the droplets of water hanging in the air. Reaching his eyes every now and then, making everything stop for the longest second of his life. Just for the time to run again after it ends. Quicker than it ever did before...
Remus didn't know what he was feeling, it was all new and strange but he was longing for more. He was getting greedier withe everyday that passed. Frankly he didn't know what was going on but he was certain about one thing. He wanted her to touch him.. even if her hand always were that cold. He wanted to look at her... even if it was just through a steamed up window.
Everything was as usual. Boys took turns spending time at each other's houses, always bringing joy and laughter along, Time flied the faster the more they hanged out withe each other, never tired nor bored. But there were evenings when the Marauders weren't around, silence filled his parents's backyard, as Remus sat on the swing, hanging from one of the blooming trees. Slowly rocking back and forth. And as the hot air flowed around him filling his nostrils with a pleasant smell of grass and flowers, all he could think of were her freezing hands that sent shivers down his body but those same hands filled his chest with warmth like he never felt before.
