I am completely sure that Jily had been Romione shippers.
I am completely sure that Jily had been Romione shippers.
“I love you and nothing can change that.”
Nothing in particular had happened that day. He didn’t receive glares, he didn’t hear the whispers, he wasn’t reminded of how lucky he had been to escape a life sentence to Azkaban. It was a normal day, to most it would be thought of as a good day, but he still came home with a heavy heart accompanied with tears threatening to spill from his eyes at any moment.
He slowly set his things on the table and eventually made his way to bed. Too tired to take a shower, he barely muttered scourgify before peeling the work clothes form his body. As he silently changed, the heaviness only grew and the tears only silently fell, making it even more difficult to crawl into bed. He somehow managed anyway because that’s what he was used to; managing. He always managed, always dealt with what he had been given without a complaint—it would be selfish to do anything else, he didn’t even deserve what he got. He deserved worse than what he got, he deserved the same fate as his parents.
He curled himself into a ball on his side of the bed and wrapped the blankets tightly around himself, though the only thought that ran through his mind was how he didn’t deserve to have a side of the bed. He didn’t deserve to be with anyone, but especially not the loving, selfless man he was with. His blue eyes softly shut, forcing more tears to stream down his face, and he bit his lip to keep the sound in. It was always a matter of keeping things in, pushing things down, not complaining, because again, he deserved what he got. He deserved the daily pain in his chest, the thoughts looming in his head, the never ending need to portray himself as put together and sane when it was the farthest from the truth. He deserved it and then some.
“Draco.” A soft voice called out, but the thoughts in his head nearly drowned out the voice.
He just barely heard the footsteps across the floor and for some reason found himself holding his breath when the footsteps stopped just in front of his side of the bed, the particular cologne he knew too well filled his nostrils. The moment he felt a hand gently press on his back that had been covered by mounds of blankets, Draco flinched as his blue eyes shot open to be met with green ones. The hand immediately pulled back as the green eyes widened.
They stared into each other’s eyes, but it wasn’t enough that night. Neither spoke as the man quickly changed, discarding his clothes on the floor where he stripped, which they both knew was a habit Draco hated. They didn’t speak as the man crawled in the bed or when Draco turned his head to face the other. They didn’t speak when the man barely brushed his pinky against Draco’s hand, and they surely didn’t speak when Draco finally exhaled as tears streamed from his cheeks as a reaction to the touch.
They stayed in silence, their eyes not leaving each other, their bodies frozen as Draco continued to silently cry. Deep down, Draco knew that if he even opened his mouth, the man would pull him in his arms, but Draco didn’t want it. Part of him did long for the comforting touch, but the rest of him knew he didn’t deserve the love he had been given for the past few years.
“Nothing happened today.” Draco softly spoke, each word barely above a whisper. His eyes scanned the other’s face for the slightest movement to indicate that the man had given up on him and his far too frequent bad days for no rhyme or reason. He waited for it, but it never came. “Nothing happened today but everything hurts.”
“That’s okay,” He softly spoke with the slightest nod. His green eyes flicked down to their hands where he had started gently rubbing Draco’s hand with the back of his pinky, the slight touch nearly always calmed Draco down. “You don’t need a reason.”
Draco didn’t calm down, nor did he find comfort in the green eyes or the slight touch. He turned himself away just as a cry got stuck at the back of his throat. He clasped a hand over his mouth to hide it, but when the man ever sat up and reached out to rub Draco’s back, his hand hovering before finally pulling away, Draco knew he heard it. Draco swallowed, pushing the cry down just like he always did.
“Why’d you do it?” He softly spoke, tears cascading down his cheeks away from the man.
“Speak for me. Save me from Azkaban. You shouldn’t have done that.” Draco choked out until the loud cry was at the back of his throat again. He harshly bit down on his lip to silence the cry, not moving his teeth until he tasted the blood in his mouth.
“Because you shouldn’t be in Azkaban,” He gently spoke. “I didn’t believe it then and I don’t believe it now—”
“No, Harry, I deserve to be there!” Draco hissed as he finally rolled back over. The green eyes were glossy and his entire face was hung to match it. Harry reached out, but Draco flinched back. “I shouldn’t be here, I should never be here with you when I’ve never once did anything to deserve it—”
The words ceased when Harry gently cupped his face with one hand and stroked his cheek. Draco’s eyes momentarily closed as his shoulders briefly relaxed before the rumbling in his chest rose until it reached the back of his throat. He wanted to push it down, he wanted to ignore it, he wanted to pull away from Harry, but when he opened his eyes to find the green ones staring back with so much concern and love, Draco couldn’t do anything, not even control his trembling body.
“Draco, you don’t have to do anything for people to love you. That’s why it’s unconditional love,” Harry gently spoke, his thumb slowly wiping the tear stained cheeks.
“But why would you want that? Why would you want to be with me when I-I’m like this and my brain is the way it is—”
As he spoke the words, Draco was certain he watched Harry’s entire heart shatter as the green eyes finally spilling with tears.
“I could give you a whole list of reasons, but it would always start and end with me loving you, every part of you,” He whispered as he scooted closer, his hand not moving from Draco’s cheek. “I love you and nothing can change that.”
Harry snaked his other arm underneath Draco and pulled him close until their bodies were pressed against each other. The moment Draco’s head met Harry’s chest, the sobs he had tried so hard to push down finally broke the surface. His cries filled the room as his trembling body was barely held together by the man who fought for him, the man who comforted him, the man who defended him, the man who loved him—and he loved Harry just as much.
Remus: Guess what this jumper is made out of
Sirius: boyfriend material?
Remus: Wool, because I’m a wolf in sheeps clothing.
*James flirting with Lily later*
You know what this shirt is made out of?
James: Lily, what is this shirt made out of?...
James:...actually no, this is cotton
Sirius: It’s dark in here
Sirius: It’s not like I’m scared or anything
Sirius: Nope, not me. I’m Sirius Black. I’m not scared of anything at all. Not even the dark.
Remus: Do you want me to hold your hand?
Sirius: Yes, please
Lily: So Sirius, how long have you fancied Marlene?
Sirius: About two years
Lily: and what's your middle name?
Lily: And your boyfriends name?
Sirius: What no! You said boyfriend I thought you said best friend! Remus is my...best friend
Remus: You bastard!
Sirius: James help! I’m stuck under the tree and the star’s tangled in my hair!
Remus: Why are you under the tree?
Sirius: Because I’m a don't to this world, of course!
Remus: What does this read?
Sirius: “Pourquoi ? L’art , la beauté, c’est ça la vie !” It means; why? Art, beauty, that’s life!
Remus: You can read French?
James: You can read?
Sirius: That’s cold, Potter
Sirius: Je suis plus heureux quand je suis avec toi
Remus, not understanding a word: yeah, alright
Sirius: You have no clue what I’m saying do you?
Remus: Not even an idea.
*If Sirius and Remus raised Harry*
Harry: does something stupid at school.
Sirius and Remus: *send him a howler*
Sirius: I’m not even mad, I’m quite proud actually, *cursing in french*
Remus: Sorry, sorry, Harry. I know you probably didn’t mea what you did, but if you did you will get an earfull when you come home.
James: I miss those days we were fighting all the time.
Lily: Why would you miss that?
James: I don’t want our relationship to get boring. Tell me something we could fight about.
Lily: Er... what’s your favourite animal?
Lily: Fuck dogs.
Sirius from across the room: *horrified gasp*
James and Sirius jumping off a cliff into the sea
James: lol dude why are you wearing a life vest
Sirius: shut up man, I promised Remus I would wear one so I don’t die
James: *sighs as he pulls out another life vest from his bag* yeah Lily made me promise too
I looked up Lily and James Potter kissing, trying to look for something cute to post, and this all that popped up. So i'm only guessing that this is them, tell me what you think...
So, in terms of genetics this is my best result! The Evans family has given me problems (ofc), mainly due to the diametrically opposed descriptions between the two sisters. Lily is this hottie with wine red hair, bright green almond-shaped eyes... the blonde sister? Horse-toothed, wide pale eyes, long neck. Is that all, really? Petunia can't help but be pretty, come on! Harry is only biased.
Certainly I’ve kept differences... Lily is the spitting copy of her father (try not to drool...) while Petunia retains characteristics and colors of her mother.
Hope you enjoy it!
please please please stop writing fics that start with 'before lily met james she met this love interest.' it doesn't work. and i'll tell you why it doesn't work. it doesn't work because lily was TEN YEARS OLD before she met james. she wasn't having any love interests before then and, most certainly, NOT A CHILD.
One day Remus confesses to Sirius that he wants to wear skirts. Sirius gets super excited and tells Remus he’s also always wanted to do that. They immediately wake James and Peter up who also get very excited and break into the room that holds all the girls’ uniforms. They show up to class the next day all four of them in skirts and they look fabuloussssssssssssss!!!
(By the way, this prompts two things:
Severus turning to jelly at the sight of James in a skirt, which James thoroughly enjoys and takes complete advantage of by dipping him and kissing him filthily in the middle of the dining hall, and
Lily and Marlene heading a feminist rally demanding that the uniforms not be gendered anymore and that girls get to wear pants.)
(Remus, meanwhile, just wanted to feel pretty.)
James: *staring at the ceiling* Do you think she likes me? I mean, really likes me. Like, like like likes me.
Sirius: Mate, we’ve been through this before. You and Evans are MARRIED-
Sirius: shots! shots! shots!
Alice: yeah it's flu season, get your shots!
James: I'm pretty easygoing
Sirius: you once used a ruler to measure another ruler
James: it was off by one centimeter, it should never have been in circulation
James: so first, we'll set off the fire alarm-
Remus: hey, you can't set off a fire alarm if there's no fire, that's against the rules
Remus: I'll start the fire
Lily: so do you play any sports other than quidditch?
Sirius: does running away from my problems count?
Day 5 AKA ‘A True Disney Ponce’
More drama than usual. James and Lily have a chat. Banner credits to @the-dream-team, of course! ❤❤
Summary - James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn’t terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.
Read Chapter 5 on: AO3 || FFnet
Read from the beginning
"do you like it?" he asked, trying hard to mask his desperate need for her approval.
"well, I'm no critique..." she paused, articulating.
"but this is the most amazing piece I've ever come across."
his chest was flooded with joy, and his head with incredulity.
"it is ?"
"yes... it taps awake an emotion that has been asleep for awhile. an ache from a wound that hasn't been inflicted yet, a nostalgia of memories that haven't been lived, yet."
and in that moment he knew, he could never extract himself from her. he could never, ever stop loving her.
Young Remus Lupin X Reader
Writing Prompt: “Does it ever stop hurting?”
“No, you just make room for it”
A short read
Why do you do this to yourself? It’s humiliating. You knew that you’d never stand a chance with James. Not when he’s already marked his heart with Lily Evans name. You knew this! Since the day he openly expressed his feelings to you, Sirius, Remus and Peter. Merlin, do you feel like an idiot. Because, yes, you knew that James only had eyes for Lily, yet you always had that small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, one day he’d have a change of heart and notice you—like really notice you— and not just see you as one of his mates. That’s why your heart is in a million pieces. That’s why you’re sitting out here by the Black Lake—it’s midnight—bawling your eyes out for a boy who’ll never see you. You knew this. Yet, you allow your heart to yearn for him; yet, you allow yourself to cry every time you see James pull Lily in for a kiss. You hugged your knees closer to your chest as the cool night air hit you. It was late and tomorrow was Monday, you figured you should at least allow yourself to sleep. Wiping your tears dry, you stood up and called it a night.
Relief hit you as you walked through the portrait—after encountering a very angry fat lady— hole. You yelped at the startling sight of a person suddenly getting up from the couch. As you calmed yourself you realized that it’s wasn’t just some random person, it was Remus. You let out a breath of relief and laughed softly.
“Did I scare you?” He asked as he walked over to you.
“Yeah,” You breathed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean too,” Remus said softly with a small smile on his face.
“Don’t worry about it. What are you doing up so late?” You asked him as you studied the state that he was in. There were dark circles underneath his eyes, telling you that he was still exhausted from the full moon a few nights ago, his eyelids were heavy, and his hair was an utter mess, but in the most adorable way. But despite all that, he looked absolutely cozy in his sweats and black t-shirt.
“I was waiting for you,” He easily admitted. For a moment you were taken aback but shook it off.
“Oh—thanks, but you really didn’t have to that, Remus,” You said as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Though, you wished that he’d just gone to bed, you couldn’t deny that you were a bit touched by his reasoning for staying up this late.
“Lumos” Your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light that Remus created with his wand, without any warning. “Were you crying?” He asked—worry clear in his tone. Your eyes widened and cheeks heated and was painted a slight red.
“No, of course not. I was just outside. The wind made my nose red and it made my eyes all watery—It turned me into a mess,” You lied, nearly stumbling over your words.
“Y/n,” Remus simply said, as if he could instantly tell that you were lying. He was calling you out on your bull.
“Yes?” You answered, trying not to sound bothered.
“Were you crying?” He asked once more and this time you couldn’t hide it, because your tears reappeared giving yourself away. Without hesitation, Remus out his light out and wrapped his long arms around you, pulling you close to him. “It’s alright,” Remus cooed as you began to sob into his shirt. “Let it all out,” He said as he rubbed your back. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his torso, because it felt so good to have someone hold you, even if it was in a friendly way. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked, but he wasn’t pushing you to tell him. You could tell that if you chose not to say, he’d still comfort you.
You let yourself calm down a bit before you began to talk. “It’s James,” You sniffled. “He’s in love with Lily and I can’t handle it,” You confessed to him as humiliation hit you. “I-I can’t be-be mad, because I did this to myself. It’s not J-James fault, because I knew that he always had a crush on her, and y-yet I still allowed. . .” You couldn’t even finish, because admitting all this out loud made you cry even more. “It hurts so much, Remus,” You cried.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n. No one should have to go through this,” He comforted you as he continued to hold you, and showed now signs of letting go.
“It sucks,” You said as you looked up at him through your tear filled eyes.
“I￼￼ know it does,” Remus said in an understanding way.
“Why did I have to fall for him? I’m so stupid,” You cried as you buried your face in his chest one more time. You began to worry if your grip around Remus was suffocating him.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” He apologized once more. It was as if he felt like that was all he could do. Because how do you comfort a person who has had their heartbroken by a person that they never had.
“Does it ever stop hurting, Remus?” You asked—your voice bare and raspy—as you looked up at him again. Remus took a moment to think.
“No, you just make room for it,” He answered as if he knew what you felt—as if he has been in your shows before. You appreciated his honesty, but that didn’t stop your heart from hurting more. “Come on, L/n. Let’s get you warmed up. Then, we can stay down here and I’ll stay up and talk with you, and make you laugh, until you’re no longer thinking about the pain”
“Okay,” You sniffled as you gave him a small smile. He led you over to the couch that was positioned right in front of the fireplace, where he wrapped a blanket around you and followers through with his plan. It was two o’clock in the morning when you and Remus decided to turn in for the night. He bid you farewell and you gave him a kiss on the cheek and a said, “Thank you” with a grateful smile on your face, before you both disappeared into the separate stairways.
The rest of the marauders: *chanthing*
Remus: ahhh- I don’t know the words?!
Lily: what the actual fu-
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