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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.7 K Warnings: None. Prompt: You can always count on your friends to have your back. Alt- Making sure James gets to go on that date. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by sweethearts: @aremuslupinsimp & @profoundpidgeon

Chapter 29: With a Little Help from My Friends

The next morning, the castle was submerged in chaos. With the mess the headless hunt had caused in the Slytherin Common room, most of them had left early and encountered the traps you and Remus had set up all over the dungeons. From dung bombs to stinky mist and firecrackers, the whole thing had been chaos.

You’d sent Comet, Minho and Nox an anonymous warning in advance, telling them not to rush out of the common room as fast as they could in the morning, and to watch their step. You assumed it had been enough since they seemed relatively unharmed at breakfast. You still had yet to see the boys that morning, they hadn’t made it to the great hall. None of them. It made you slightly anxious to say the least. Severus, Mulciber and Barty weren’t around, and the latter’s roommates seemed unharmed, which was reassuring, they were probably still rolling on their beds.

When you went back to the common room you spotted Remus, he had his wand pointed at Peter while he held his friend’s jaw with his free hand. Peter looked horrified, so you rushed towards them “What are you–” Peter turned his face, he had a huge bruise on his left eye, and his nose was swollen. You winced, the fall from Evan’s hand must have been nasty.

Remus looked relieved with your interruption and took a step back from Peter, taking your shoulder and your lower arm in his hands and pushing you in front of the boy, “You do it instead. You’re better at charms.”

“Do what?” You asked as he handed you a piece of paper with a spell written on it, “You want me to fix his nose?! Are you insane?”

“You have to,” Peter said, voice a little hoarse, no doubt from the pain. You shook your head. “I can’t go out like this, let alone to Pomfrey, she’ll assume I was out with Sirius and James for the prank. Can’t get punished, I’ve got a date tonight.”

You gave him an incredulous look, and then it dawned on you that Peter wasn’t the only one with a date tonight. James would be absolutely bombed when he realised he wouldn’t be able to go out with Lily.

“But I’m… This is serious medicinal magic Peter, people study for years to be able to do it.”

“Please,” he begged, he tried to make puppy eyes but his swollen nose and left lid didn’t help him much, he looked like he urgently needed the bathroom instead. “Please, please, please.”

You gave Remus a side glance as if asking him to back you up, but he said,“ If anyone can do it, it’s you luv,” instead.

You groaned, closing your eyes and bouncing in your place before nodding and grabbing the paper again, rereading the instructions. The text was leaning to the side, handwriting neat, but clearly rushed, Remus’ handwriting. That was at least a little tranquillising, if it had been Moony the one to find the spell, then it must have been a good one. “Have you ever used this one?”

“Sirius is the one that uses the fixing charm. He’s used it on James before,” Remus reassured.

“On his face?”

“On his shoulder,” he said as he shook his head lightly.

You gave the boys another unconvinced look, “Peter are you sure you–“

“Pleaaaaase Vix,” he repeated, a little more desperate this time around.

You huffed, “This girl better snog you so much you forget about the pain,” you said as you gulped and raised your wand towards your friend’s face. He shut his eyes like he was about to get hit, “Don’t make faces Wormy, it’ll make it worse.”

“You think–” he started, raising his eyes towards you and looking a lot more relaxed, but you didn’t let him finish his words and cast the spell. He yelped at that, stifling a scream, before turning to you a little crossed, “Oi, where’s my warning?”

“They say it hurts less if you’re not expecting it,” you said with a shrug, he instantly frowned at that.

“Did it work?” he asked Remus. The werewolf made a face and Peter looked positively mortified, but then Remus started laughing and passed Peter a small mirror that was sitting on a nearby table.

The swelling was gone, and the bruise was fading rapidly “You’re brilliant!” He told you as he stood up and shook your shoulders, delighted by how much better he looked already.

You almost laughed, “I still have some radiant complexion potion, you want a little?”

“Cosmetics?” he asked with a frown.

“It helped me with the bruises on my jaw from Monday,” you said, pulling down the collar of the sweater you had been wearing to show your almost spotless neck, not low enough to show Sirius’ still fading hickey. But Remus was taller, and he easily spotted it, averting his gaze as the image of Sirius kissing your neck popped into his head. “Could help yours fade faster.”

“And it’s not really cosmetics either,” Remus explained, “Technically it would be more of a–”

“Will it make me more handsome?” Peter interrupted.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “uhh… It’ll make you more radiant.”

“Then I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Sure thing Pete,” you said, “by the way, do you know anything about Pads and Prongs?” Peter shook his head.

“They didn’t make it to our room at all, I think Slughorn took them to McGonagall. She must be livid.”

Then you heard the door of the portrait open and you spotted the boys, shoulders slumped, dark circles under their eyes, both looking completely defeated as they walked inside. You frowned as Sirius let himself fall on the sofa with a sigh, he had a bruise near his eye and another one on his left cheek. James seemed even more upset than Sirius, but he was in better condition, just some redness near his jaw.

You looked at them with worry and frowned, the survivor’s guilt gnawing at you. Peter and Remus seemed to be taking the sight of them a lot better than you did. You sat on the table in front of the boys, Remus took the armchair and Peter sat back down on the edge of the sofa, turning his head to look at them.

“So…?” the shortest asked.

“We can’t play tomorrow,” Sirius said as he tensed his jaw, “McGonagall said it’d serve us right for picking up fights with the Slytherins. If only she knew.”

“What?!” you asked, shocked.

“And we have detention all day, no Hogsmeade either,” Sirius continued.

“No Lily,” James groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“Will the Quidditch match be cancelled then?” Asked Peter with a frown, “two of the best players won’t be there.”

James shook his head with a sigh, “We’ll call in the reserves.” He then sat up, eyeing you closely. “You’ll be the seeker.”

You looked attentively and nodded. “I’m not too happy about that,” Sirius grumbled. You looked at him with a frown, ready to argue about being a good seeker when he spoke again, “Barty will be playing beater,” he informed. “I won’t be there.”

“I can dodge.”

“Because you have a great record at dodging ,” Sirius said sarcastically, a smile playing on his lips. You gasped and swatted at him playfully, his shrugged in response.

“Marlene will be there, I trust her,” you said in a more serious tone.

“Yeah, I trust her too, but not the Slytherins. And I have no clue who will play instead of Evan.”

“He also got punished?” you asked surprised.

Sirius nodded with a smile. “Slughorn was absolutely pissed, didn’t even let him talk before he started reprimanding him for bringing the honour of the house down or something like that.”

“Will they let you come to the game, at least?”

James shook his head, “McGonagall said the team would survive without us for a match. Although, I’m sure she wasn’t too happy about it, it was Slughorns’ idea.”

“How will you tell Lily about your date?” Peter asked. James just pouted in response.

“She’ll never, ever give me another shot.”

“Maybe… she doesn’t have to…”

“That’s incredibly uplifting, thanks Vixen,” the boy spat a little crossed.

“Shut it, Prongs! I’m trying to help,” you uttered, and turned to Remus. “Remember what I told you about the potion from Slughorn?”

Remus looked at you, eyes filled with shock. “You surely wouldn’t be considering…” You nodded, a tight smile dancing on your lips.

“What are you considering?” Sirius asked, feeling a little left out.

“Polyjuice potion,” you said, turning back to your boyfriend with a confident smirk.

James looked up at you, a mix of shock, and gratefulness reflecting behind his glasses. “You… you’d do that?”

You shrugged, “I deserve the punishment as much as you do anyway. I’ll take the potion and pretend I’m you while you’re in detention today. That way you don’t have to reschedule the date with Lily.”

“But what if they make them do men’s work in detention?” Peter asked, a little weary.

“There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do,” you said with a scoff. You’d eventually regret those words.

As you had planned, you had done. You’d gone to your room to pick up the potion and then met the boys in their room closely after.

“Ready to be me?” James asked you as you stared at the potion in your hands. You threw him a look but nodded, extending your hand to his head and plucking a single piece of hair, before throwing it onto the flask you had used to store the potion. You weren’t sure how long it was going to last, so you had separated enough to recharge its effect in the middle of the day in case it was necessary.

“Auch!” James complained, “Could’ve warned me.”

“She’s literally going to take the punishment for you Prongs,” Remus responded a little irked, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea for you to go, especially with your still healing shoulder, but he also knew if he voiced his concern, he’d only make you more determined to do it, even if it was just to prove that you could.

“Still, you could’ve warned me,” he repeated. You shook your head as you contemplated the potion. You’d never drank it, but the smell was deterrent enough.

“You want me to do it instead?” Remus offered kindly.

You shook your head, a tight grateful smile on your lips at his offer. “No, it’s… It’s fine I can do this,” you said before bringing the flask up to your mouth and drinking it. The taste was as bad as the smell. You coughed a couple of times and handed the flask over to Remus who held it as you felt your legs start to wobble and your mind went dizzy. You felt a tingling sensation all over and let yourself fall back onto a trunk. Sirius rushed to hold you up but seemed deterred when he saw the way your skin was bubbling. In a matter of seconds, you were already an exact replica of James. You were still dizzy when you looked at your hands, much larger and stronger looking now.

“BIoody Mother of Merlin!” Sirius said in surprise.

“We’ve got two Jameses,” Peter said, looking at you and then back at James and then back at you again, completely baffled.

“How do I look?” You said, raising a flirty eyebrow towards Sirius.

“Handsome as hell,” James replied about at the same time that Sirius cringed and said, “Like shit,” just to fuck with James. It earned him a soft punch on the arm. Remus and you were eyeing each other with diverted looks.

“Asshole,” James said, slightly irritated. “She looks damn well.”

You really admired James’ confidence. You cooed your head and stood up, “Handsome as hell,” you repeated, trying to make your voice sound a little more like Prong’s. He winced at that, “Oi, I’m trying!” you said back in your tone. You had a man’s voice, in fact you had James’ voice; you had his vocal cords after all. But they didn’t sound quite right.

“I think I might be able to help you with that one,” Remus said as he pulled his wand up. “Open your mouth and say ahh…”

You raised an eyebrow, terrible choice of words, you thought. “Woah Moony, didn’t think you’d get so kinky with me,” you teased. “That’s way more of a Sirius thing to say.” And he had, in fact, said it a while ago, before you even started dating him.

Sirius stifled a laugh, the memory plaguing his mind while Peter was trying to figure out what you meant by that and why Remus had given you the look he had. When he finally understood, he flushed.

“First you wanted to blindfold me and now…” you pressed, just to see Remus’ reaction.

Sirius frowned. “When did you want to blindfold him? her, you know what I mean.”

“When we met,” you said casually, “He said I couldn’t see your secret passages.”

“And you let him?”

Remus shook his head and scoffed. “Of course she didn’t,” he said matter-of-factly.

You gave him a pout, “If it makes you feel better, I’d let you blindfold me now.”

Sirius laughed at your joke and Remus’ eye roll. The fact that you looked exactly like Prongs only made the entire situation even funnier. Remus just looked at you with a stern expression, he was just expecting you to do what he had initially asked.

You just smiled and stood up, feeling disoriented by the difference in height. You were taller than your boyfriend now, and almost as tall as Moony. You pressed your lips tightly against each other to avoid saying anything, another joke wouldn’t have been wise at that point, you could tell by the way Remus was tapping his feet on the ground.

Eventually, you stood facing him and opened your mouth “Aaaaaah…”

Sirius, behind you, had to cover his mouth to avoid laughing blatantly at the way you had followed Remus’ instructions to the T and yet Remus seemed bewildered. Regardless, the boy picked his wand up and pointed it to your face, saying a few words and holding his wand to your face as he pulled it back and to the sides, as if he were calibrating something, which was exactly what he was doing. As he moved the wand your voice started to change. It went from your normal tone to helium inhalation level of high-pitched to sounding like Elvis’. But eventually, he stopped, pulling the wand back from your face.

“Say something James would say.”

You narrowed your eyes, thinking of something and then smiled mischievously, pulling out your best impression of James. “Pads, hold your position! Vixen, another backflip! That one was wonky, again!”

Sirius almost doubled over in laughter while James looked at you with a frown. “That’s not how… Please tell me that’s not how I sound.”

“Well, not all the time,” you said with a shrug.

“But that’s exactly how you sound when you’re on Capitan mode,” Sirius added with a teasing smirk.

“When I’m on– You gave it a name?!?”

“It’s so we can separate the screaming captain from our dear ol’ James, it was Marlene’s idea,” you replied. James frowned.

“You should change,” Peter said, “Can’t go around with a skirt, can you?”

You gave him a look and then turned your head downwards, “Don’t know mate, Prongs’s got some nice calves,” you said tilting your leg to the side.

James winked at your reply while Remus threw you a clean pair of pants, a vest and a shirt. You unhooked your skirt and let it fall on the floor. “Why are you wearing boxers?” Sirius asked and got a punch from James.

You quirked an eyebrow, “Something made me assume it would be uncomfortable to keep normal knickers on after the change.”

“Oh,” Sirius and James said, a little surprised.

“Clever,” Remus said, nodding your way.

You smiled and shrugged at his words -almost beaming from his praise- and then proceeded to put on the pants and finished changing, “how do I look?” you said twirling around once you were done.

Sirius looked at you and placed a hand on his chin as if analysing, “Almost perfect,” Sirius said as he turned to the side and took James’ glasses away from his face and walked over to you, handing them over.

You took them and placed them over your eyes, wincing as you pulled them off almost instantly “James mate, you’re blinder than Tommy.”

“Tommy?” James asked, confused.

“From the Movie,” replied Remus, dismissively.

“From The Who,” added Peter. You wondered if he’d gone to the cinema at some point in his last vacation. James didn’t say anything after that, he still had no idea who this “Tommy” was but he also knew you’d tease the hell out of him if he asked.

You took the glasses off and used gemino to make yourself a perfect replica, taking the originals, or what you thought were the originals and giving them back to James. You put the other back on and narrowed your eyes to try and see better, you saw Peter extending his arm towards you, “Hand them over,” he said simply.

You did, and he placed his wand over them, whispering a spell you hadn’t heard yet and handing them back over to you, placing them back on and looking at him surprised “How did you…?”

“My sister used to make me wear her glasses so I looked smarter,” he said with a shrug. “They gave me awful headaches so I dug through our library and found a spell to make them fake.”

“That’s brilliant Pete,” you said with a nod. He just smiled and nodded, pretty pleased with himself.

You took a deep breath and turned back to James “I think I’m ready then. Do I look the part?”

“Definitely,” Remus said, the rest of the boys nodding in agreement.

“Well then,” you said with a clap, “Time to go get detention,” you added, looking over at Sirius.

He let his head fall back and groaned in response, then he looked over at Remus with a charming little smile, “Moony, don’t you want to drink some of the potion and pretend you’re me today?”

Remus raised his eyebrows and scoffed, “of course not.”

“You sure? You could use my dashing good looks to flirt around.”

“No, he couldn’t,” you said with a scoff .“You’re dating me. Even if it wasn’t actually you, he’d only be allowed to flirt with me.” You sounded slightly jealous, which in a way was justified, after all they were talking about your boyfriend’s face. You tried not to think much that Remus “flirting around” wasn’t an image you wanted to see.

“That sounds so weird coming from James’ face,” Sirius said as he looked at you. “Either way, I suppose I’ll get going,” he said with a dramatic sigh, still staring at Remus as he continued walking towards you.

“Off you go,” Remus said, placing his hand on Sirius’ back and pushing him towards the door, to make him move faster, Sirius turned to you with a pout, the kind of face a kid would give their mother when their brother mistreated him. Meanwhile, Remus gave you the look that said “See what I have to deal with?”

“Hey James,” you said before leaving, he hummed in acknowledgement, “You better not blow your date with Lilly.”

“Maybe you should go instead,” Peter teased and got a scowl from James.

You just laughed, “Sorry mate, I can take the punishment for you, but I’m not gonna seduce the girl. That’s all off to you.”

“She’ll want to marry me after today,” he said confidently.

You nodded “Remember not to overdo it, you’ll scare her away.”

When you were done, you closed the door behind you and turned to Sirius. “Where are we supposed to meet?”

The moment McGonagall opened the doors, Peter’s words came floating back to your mind “But what if they make you do men’s work in detention?” followed by your blatant response, “There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do”.

You had regretted those words the moment you stepped into the dirty men’s loo. You were sure you gagged as you walked behind McGonagall and felt the dreadful smell, ever so characteristic of men’s lavatories, “I asked the elves not to wash the bathroom last night. Just for you,” she said, “wands,” she added, extending her open palm towards you, Sirius and Evan.

“Do you expect us to clean with our own hands?” Sirius complained. Evan said something similar next to him. You would have probably made a joke about how spoiled they both were if you weren’t so shocked yourself.

“Can I… Can I do something else?” you said as she was about to leave. “I’ll clean the owlery, I don’t care–”

“Mr. Potter.” She said sternly. You closed your mouth shut, only now remembering you were supposed to be James and not you. “Men up and stop whining, all you have to do is clean the toilets.” Sirius almost doubled in laughter at her choice of words.

“Minnie please,” you added, using the vocabulary James would have used, or perhaps that would have been Sirius, since the way the old teacher turned over and looked at you gave you the chills, making you unconsciously recoil towards Sirius.

“Mr. Potter!” She said a lot more sternly now, “It’ll serve you well to stop your silly pranks and occupy your mind with something productive. One more complaint and I’ll make you wash the prefect’s bathrooms and the greenhouses as well,” you nodded, not saying anything more as you watched her walk all the way towards the door, she turned right before leaving. “Pebblier the house elf will be watching over you,” she informed, “so no fighting and no funny business unless you want to help polish trophies tomorrow.”

You gulped and nodded, it’s not that it would be you doing things those things tomorrow, but you still didn’t want to subject James, let alone Sirius, to more torture. Once she was gone, you sighed, taking one of the mops and dipping it in water, holding your breath from the smell still filling your nostrils.

“What? He’s mopping? I’d rather mop than…” Evan trailed off, looking at the bathroom stalls.

As James, you were as tall as the blond and probably as strong as he was, you just turned to him with a stern face, tilting your head slightly to the side and bringing your hand from the handle to point at your face, “How’s the eye?” you asked calmly, it had been such a simple and yet strong thrеat, Sirius was almost shocked. James would never be that bold.

Evan swallowed, it hadn’t even been James who punched him and yet the way you had stared at him had somehow made him blech, he huffed after he got back his stance. Evan had never seen Potter be so intimidating, of course, he wasn’t looking at Potter then. Most of the time, James was just an annoying ray of sunshine and jokes. He hoped he’d go back to that soon, he wasn’t sure the thrеatening James would be so much fun to bother. “Fine then, I’ll wash the stalls,” he grumbled after he took a hold of one of the buckets. Evan didn’t want to polish the trophies either.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking at you impressed, he never thought he’d considered James hot, but what you did, had been exactly that. He could almost see you underneath the skin you were wearing, and he started wondering if he too would have fallen for you if you had been a boy. He might have. But then, what did that fucking mean? What would that mean for him? Did that make him–

You gave him a small complicit smile in return, you didn’t think Evan would recoil so easily, but it was certainly fun to be bigger and broader and to look stronger, it gave you a sort of power you’d never wielded before, and as strange as it might seem, you liked it. Seeing Evan back out after just a look, a look that you probably had thrown at him many times as yourself with no effect, had been interesting, to say the least. Regardless, the funniest part was the fact that you were taller than Sirius, and he looked adorable, even more like a puppy.

A grumpy, riled up, bathroom-cleaning puppy, but a puppy nonetheless. You wondered if being taller made him feel the same way when he looked at you; if the protective instinct instantly activated with a few inches of advantage to the other person. Not that you never felt the need to protect him in the past. You remembered the time at the park, how you had reacted, ready to take all the blame for him and how neither of the brothers had let you, but this was different. This version of you, the Potter version of you, wanted to hug and coddle him and tell him everything would be all right.

Either way, it could have just been some of Potter’s innate traits mixing with your own, since you had taken the potion, and it had changed you into him. You started wondering about the implications of Polyjuice too, what kind of things it’d actually do to your body. What about long exposure? If you were actually intermixing DNA with it, and altering not only the way you looked but also the way you thought? Then perhaps it could also change the way you felt, alter feelings and thoughts and give you some of those of the one you were impersonating.

You could probably talk to Lily about it, since she knew a lot about potions. Or perhaps Remus would be a better option since it’d be complicated to explain to her why you had used polyjuice, and how you had gotten your hands on it.

When you were done with the floor, and the stinky smell had died down just a little (or perhaps your nostrils had gotten used to it) you went on to wipe the mirrors and faucet, while the other boys focused on the urinals and the toilets. You saw Sirius gag a couple of times as he brushed over one of the toilets and almost wanted to help him, but the stinky smell coming from them persuaded you against it.

While you were cleaning some of the mirrors you realised the potion was starting to fade, so you had to pull out the flask and take a sip. Sirius had given you a wary look, but you just nodded in what you hoped was a reassuring manner and continued with your task. Sooner than later the three of you had finished, and Pebblier, the small elf who had been watching over you, snapped his fingers and disappeared, coming back just a few minutes later with McGonagall by his side.

She looked at the three of you, Evan was placing the bucket in its place, you were drying the mirror and Sirius had reclined against some of the mops. The witch examined the room in detail, the smell had gone away already, and she had even walked towards the stalls, looking through every single one. She seemed… impressed. As if she hadn’t been expecting you three to do such a good job.

“Great job boys,” she concluded, “you may go clean up before dinner.”

Dinner time? Already?

Sirius nodded and grabbed onto your arm to pull you out of the room. Once you were away from prying eyes he gave you a diverted look, “You aren’t that great at being James, you know?”

You gasped, “I had everyone fooled.”

“Evan didn’t say a word,” he countered, “he was terrified from the moment you thrеatened him.”

You gave him a look and almost winced, “You think I overdid it?”

Sirius gave you a diverted smile, “You called McGonagall Minnie.”

“Well, you call her that all the time, I assumed James would…” Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, and you didn’t even finish your answer, James had never been as blasé as your boyfriend. As you continued walking through the halls you spotted a girl, who seemed to be looking at the two, specifically at Sirius, before she approached, standing right in front of you and blocking your path forward.

“Hi!” She said shyly, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down for a moment before turning her face towards your boyfriend. You stared down at her, looking a little displeased, you assumed, from the way she gave you a wary look as if she wanted to retreat. She cleared her throat, “Sirius.”

The boy hummed in response, you noticed a group of girls giggling not so far away from her, and you stared back at the girl, intrigued by what she might do.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your name,” your boyfriend said, a mix between polite and annoyed.

She made a displeased expression at that, “Ugh… I’m Zia, from 5th.” She really was looking at Sirius and completely ignoring you, or well, she was completely ignoring James. Which made you feel a little angry on his behalf too.

“Right, hello.” Sirius said, when the girl still didn’t move he sighed, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”

You raised an eyebrow at that. You weren’t surprised Sirius got girls asking him out all over the place, you’d seen his face, you understood, but you thought everyone knew about your relationship already.

“Why?” He asked. You gave him a look. That had sounded uncharacteristically cold, and slightly rude.

“Wh-why?” the girl stammered. “I was just thinking... maybe I could– like a date.”

You weren’t sure whether to be jealous or just feel sorry for the poor girl, she looked like a deer trapped in headlights, “Sirius is already going out with someone,” you said, a little colder than you intended, to try and protect the girl from whatever cold thing Sirius might have told her instead.

But her reaction was something you weren’t expecting, she snapped at you, fury in her eyes as if you had said something improper. “But it’s just for now, isn’t it? You aren’t actually dating her,” she said, turning to Sirius.

Sirius rolled his eyes as if he was used to this, “Even if I wasn’t. I wouldn’t date someone who’s trying to dig into and separate an already established relationship.”

The girl was taken aback by his answer, even more so when Sirius skipped past her and continued his walk as if she had never even talked to him. You would have given her an apologetic smile if you hadn’t been so flummoxed, but instead, you just chased after Sirius not bothering to give her a second glance. As if she had bothered to say “hi” when she had gone straight after him.

“Well that was very… brazen of her…” you said as you caught up with your boyfriend.

He sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder like he would if it were you and not James he was talking to. He enjoyed the height difference, actually. He didn’t have to lean his head so much, it was nice. You, as a boy, were hot. His mind crossed over to Remus, how he was slightly taller than James and he wondered how it would feel to lean his head onto that boy’s shoulder. In a romantic way, not in a friendly one, he had to force the thought out of his head, he was not meant to be thinking of Remus that what, let alone with you –his girlfriend– standing next to him. What the hell would he do if you had legilimency? You, on the other side, seeing him all thoughtful, wondered if he’d care that the girls were still boring holes in his back, he probably wouldn’t. “Sorry you had to see that, Starshine.”

You looked down at him with a diverted stare, “It was rather rude on your part.”

“If I wasn’t, she’d think I was leading her on.”

“You were never rude to me.”

He gave you a look, “Why do you think that is, Starshine?” He asked with a flirty smile.

You almost blushed at that, you wanted to reach for his hand, but realised it’d be a bad idea to do it then, with James’ face. You didn’t know this, but Sirius might have actually liked it if you did, even if it would increase his mental issues with the thoughts of Remus he’d been having lately. Eventually, the two of you reached the common room, the boys let you use their bathroom to shower off the sweat and stank from the bathrooms since you still looked like James and you threw yourself in Sirius’ bed, already changed into a pair of pyjamas that were a little tight on James but would be oversized once you turned back.

“James isn’t back yet, is he?” you asked Remus, the only boy still in the room, since Sirius was in the bathroom and Peter was on his date.

Remus shook his head and you sighed, you’d be stuck there until Prongs came back or you looked like yourself again, neither of those things seemed to be happening soon enough, “It’s no fun to be James if I’m locked up in his room,” you complained.

Remus gave you a look, raising an eyebrow at you as he pulled his head from the book he was reading. “You thought it was fun?”

“I mean, not the cleaning the bathroom part, but… You should have seen Evan’s face after I accidentally thrеatened him.”

“How do you accidentally thrеaten someone?” he asked, incredulous.

“You give them a nasty look with the height and build of James Potter,” you told him. “I guess I’d be more thrеatening if I were bigger, you’re lucky I’m not as tall as any of you.”

“Sprite size,” he joked, and you scoffed at his silly little joke.

“Either way, it was also fun to be taller than Pads, makes him look a lot more cute and adorable, it was hard to hold myself back from stealing a kiss like I do all the time.”

Remus huffed a laugh, “Would have started some interesting rumours.”

“Mhm,” you said, “Must be nice to be big and broad all the time though.”

“Not when you bump your head onto door frames.”

“What a drama queen Moony,” you teased.

“It’s never happened to you. You wouldn’t know how inconvenient it is.”

“What is inconvenient?” Sirius asked, walking out of the bathroom with just a simple towel around his middle. It was as if he thought you were actually James and not you. Either that or he purposefully wanted to fluster you.

“Being tall, apparently,” you said, letting your gaze linger just a few seconds before turning your eyes back to Moony, who had been looking at Sirius casually. Although perhaps…

“You certainly wouldn’t know, would you Starshine?”

You turned back to him, your eyes shining with mischief, “Careful Puppy, I’m still taller than you.”

“Hmm… not for long,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom with some clothes in his hands. His shirt fell on the floor and you used your wand to drag it towards you, still sitting on the bed. Remus gave you a look but went back to his book, not saying a word. It was a shirt Andromeda had given him as a gift –a Queen shirt– it was soft from how many times he’d used it, but in great condition still. Perhaps he used some kind of spell.

“Hey Moons have you seen my…?” he asked as he left the bathroom again, he had his pyjama pants on but he was still shirtless. You had his shirt in your hands, a smirk playing on your lips, or James’ lips, you supposed. “Starshine.”

You shrugged, “It fell on the floor, didn’t wanna leave it there.”

He narrowed his eyes at you but walked towards his bed, where you sat. You were on the edge, whereas you normally just rested against his headboard, and most of all, you had a rather suspicious expression going on, an expression he’d seen you wear before, slightly different to James’. The second he skeeved in to take it between his hands, you stood and dodged, standing a few steps from him while holding the shirt high above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking advantage of the one time I’ll be taller than you, I suppose.” Remus was now looking at the two of you, diverted rather than paying attention to his book.

“Maybe you just want to see me shirtless for longer,” he teased.

You shrugged in response, “Maybe I do.”

His head pulled back, his cocksure stance faltering as he tried to process how brazen you’d been with that answer, it’s something he would have done. Regardless he got closer to try and pull the shirt. The difference in height between James and Sirius wasn’t that big, especially not when you compared it to Remus, so you couldn’t trust solely on the extra inches you had.

Sirius reached his hand up and tried to grab the shirt, and you pulled it just behind you, there was definitely a benefit with getting James’ physical attributes, especially the speed.

“Aw come on, that’s not fair.”

You just smiled, daringly. “Come on Puppy, you can do this, can’t you?”

“I’m gonna bite you next time I’m Padfoot,” he thrеatened playfully.

“You’d only be able to do it if I still looked like Potter,” you told him with a smile. “Vixen’s too adorable to bite, am I not?”

“My shirt.”

“What shirt?” you asked innocently as you threw it Remus’ way.

It fell on his head, and for a second you thought he’d be mad, since he didn’t move, rather, it took him a few seconds to figure out why the shirt smelled so much like Sirius until he remembered he’d used the same shirt last night, and the previous. Fuck, it smelled delightful, focus Remus, he told himself as he took it from his head and held it between his hands.

He looked over at you, you gave him a smile, and winked at him, an expression so unbelievably yours it was almost shocking to see it on James, all thought there was something in your eyes.

Remus stood, as if he were to give the shirt to Sirius and your smile faded, he almost laughed but managed to hold a serious solemn face. Just as Sirius extended his hands to grab the shirt from Sirius’s hand, he pulled his arm up again, you smiled, diverted, while Sirius frowned.

Two against one, there you go Puppy, you thought. Remus, being a lot taller, managed to hold the shirt a lot higher, which forced Sirius to walk even closer to him as he jumped around to try and get the shirt. Remus was having way too much fun to actually process the fact that a shirtless Sirius was brushing onto him as he jumped to get the shirt.

“I could just wear something else, you know.”

“Yeah, but you won’t,” you said with a smile, you stood just behind him, blocking his hand whenever he tried to reach up for his shirt, still held high above Remus’ head.

“Too stubborn for that,” Remus confirmed, looking at you with a complicit grin.

Sirius huffed in response but tried again. Remus pulled back and you held Sirius between your arms, but he managed to slip from your grasp and lunged at Remus, who threw the shirt over his head and towards your arms, “Great shot, Moony!”

He winked at you as Sirius crashed onto him, “Okay kids, that’s enough!” Sirius said. Remus enjoyed the closeness a little too much.

“Giving up so soon, Puppy?” you asked with a pout, passing the shirt from one hand to the other.

“Giving– It’s completely unfair! You’re both taller and stronger.”

You hummed, “Welcome to my world.”

“I won’t say you’re short ever again?” he tried, you pretended to think about it for a moment.

“What do you think, is he being honest?”

“I don’t know Little Witch… seems unrealistic.”

You nodded in agreement. “Aww, come on…” Sirius complained, but then he lunged for you, you moved to the side, both of you moving almost in a circle. If anyone were to see the three of you from above, they’d think you had carefully choreographed this dance.

“Starshine…” He warned. You felt a bit of a tingling in your legs, but for some reason, you didn’t think it was the nickname or his tone that caused it. Remus from behind, notice your ear shrinking. You were changing back.

You smiled “Come and get it!”

He did, he skeeved forwards, you intended to crash against him, but Remus noticed you were counting on James’ strength, rather than yours. If Sirius crashed onto you, the real you and not Polyjuice-potion James, then it would probably hurt you. So he grabbed onto your waist, or James’, everyone was confused at that point, and pulled you to the side.

Unfortunately, he tripped on a pair of shoes, and the two of you ended up falling towards the bed, not before Sirius grabbed onto the box plate of your shirt, and got pulled along with you. There was some thumping, and then complaining groans from the three.

Remus’ back had ended on the bed, you were on top of him, back facing his chest, and Sirius was on top of you, still half naked, and feeling a lot heavier than you expected him to be. You were quite literally sandwiched between the two boys, it was oddly comforting, even if a bit uncomfortable.

Remus frowned as your hair covered his face, you were back being you, and Sirius was crushing you against him, Sirius’ face dangerously close to his, it seemed like the longest time before the three of you managed to process what had happened. “Starshine you’re back!” Sirius said as he looked at you with a bright smile, taking the shirt from your hands, using his strength to keep your arms in your place as you tried to wriggle out.

He gave you a rather satisfied smile as you huffed, “Not fair.”

“Suck it up,” Sirius replied as he finally rolled to the side. “Can you give her back her voice?”

You sighed, catching your breath still against Remus’ shoulder until you too rolled off, landing right in between the two boys and slightly pushing on both so you had enough space to lay on your back. “Can’t take me speaking like your best mate?”

“It’s weird when you no longer look like him.”

You shut your eyes, Remus’ bed was softer than Sirius’, you noticed as you continued to accommodate in the small space between the two. Your shoulders were all pressed together, but neither of the boys seemed to want to move either. It was warm, it was comfortable.

Remus fetched his wand from the side with a display of wandless magic that would have been shocking had you been looking and passed it over you, “finite incantatem,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your voice finally back to normal. You took a deep breath, thinking that you’d have to get up now and go back to your room, even if you didn’t actually want to move. “What time is it?”

Sirius lifted his head to look at the watch, “Almost 8,” he informed, “why?”

You shrugged, “I probably have to go back soon.”

“You don’t sound so eager,” Remus acknowledged.

A playful scoff left your mouth, “What with two handsome boys by my side, who would?”

Remus scoffed and Sirius rolled his eyes, “what a flirt.”

“Learned from the best,” you said in return and then sighed dramatically. “I don’t want to move, cleaning was so tiring!” you whined, Remus’ bed is comfortable, this was perfectly gracious.

“Should have let Prongs take the punishment,” Remus said.

You shook your head, “No-uh, wouldn’t want to kill his chance to date Lily and get married and have beautiful children.”

“That’s a very long story to make up in your head, Starshine.”

“As if James himself hadn’t outwardly said that that’s what he wants,” you responded with a shrug and changed the subject. “What were you reading Rem?”

“The Godfather,” he said simply.

Sirius turned his head, “The Mafia book you were telling us about on the train?” Remus nodded. “You haven’t finished it already?”

He shook his head in response, “I was reading a book she borrowed,” he said, nodding towards you for a second.

“Dorian Grey,” you acknowledged.

“Dorian Grey?” Sirius asked, “It’s a muggle thing, isn’t it?”

“It’s a classic, Sirius.”

“You’d probably like it,” Remus added.

“Oh no, he might end up like Dorian,” you joked, “Lord Henry has some rather convincing dialogue.”

“He’s already like that.”

“Pair of nerds,” Sirius huffed, “But I don’t like being left out, so I’ll read it.”

You shook your head with a smile on your face, “How’s the mafia book?”

“Interesting,” Remus replied.

“Why don’t you read to us?” Sirius asked casually.

“What?” Remus asked, a little puzzled.

“Oh yeah,” you said, turning your head towards him, “You have a really nice voice, read to us,” he didn’t look convinced. “Please.”

“Oblige her Moony, she worked très hard cleaning the men’s loos today.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Sirius did as well… Oblige us, yeah?” Remus sighed dramatically but levitated the book right above him, you could see well enough to read by yourself but you’d much rather hear it from Remus’ soothing deep voice. In the end, he couldn’t refuse. “Don Corleone stood up and put a fatherly arm around Johnny's shoulder.” You were smiling like an idiot, Sirius was too, both pretty satisfied with your convincing abilities. “I’m going to make this man an offer he can't refuse,' he said, leading Johnny towards the door.” Remus was even making different voices for the characters, ‘“Now, go and enjoy yourself´ He kissed Johnny on the cheek, shut the door and turned to Tom Hagen, who had heard everything…”

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𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?

𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂!𝖺𝗎 | 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

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𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 -𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯! 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬

𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 | 𝖸𝖫𝖬!𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗍𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗉𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗓𝗓 YLM!Remus again

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𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 -𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯! 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬

𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 | 𝖸𝖫𝖬!𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗍𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗉𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗓𝗓 YLM!Remus again

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

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Paring: Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x reader / Wolfstar x reader

Chapter average: 5k - 6.5 k

Content: Smut in later chapters, Poly!Marauders, throuple, graphic descriptions of violence, MAJOR and minor character death (this is The Marauders Era guys, you know), jealousy, angst, pining, love triangle, LGBTQ+ themes, The Wizarding war 1.0, implied child abuse, possible proofreading errors, mental health struggles, hurt no comfort, hurt with comfort, period typical attitude, first war with Voldemort, canonical character's death, fluff, Requited Love, F/M/M, mostly canon-compliant.

Status: Ongoing (Weekly updates)

PLAYLIST

01 | Summer Breeze

02 | Escape

03 | Bitter Sweet Symphony

04 | Rainy Days and Mondays

05 | Good times

06 | Crazy Little Thing Called Love

07 | Peaceful Easy Feeling

08 I Fooled Around and Fell in Love

09 | The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke

10 | Black Dog

11 | Do Ya

12 | You really got me

13 | Rebel, Rebel

14 | Maybe I’m Amazed

15 | No One Like You

Interlude (Q&A Event)

16 | Boogie Wonderland

17 | Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

18 | Friends will be Friends

19 | Silver Bird

20 | Bad Moon Rising

21 | Fox on the Run

22 | Long Long Way From Home

23 | Hungry Eyes

24 | Peace of Mind

25 | I’ll get Even With You

26 | Hooked on a Feeling

27 | TBD

28 | TBD (03.01.24)

29 | TBD (10.01.24)

30 | TBD (17.01.24)

31 | TBD (24.01.24)

32 | TBD (31.01.24)

33 | TBD (07.02.24)

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BONUS TRACKS:

Your Theories, The Note, The Costumes, Sirius and the Chimney, Sirius and Vix after the bad moon, Evans and Vixen, Remus and Vixen at the infirmary, Remus holding Sirius at DADA, Remus and Sirius’ height difference,

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A/N: Most Poly!Marauders fics are oneshots, where the relationship between characters is already established, and they're all happy and pleased with it. No issues, no drama, but I WANTED the drama. Couldn't find it, so I set myself up to write the story behind the stablished relationship. I wanted to know how they started dating each other, the jealousy, the will they won't they, because getting into a poly relationship can't be an easy task, and I wanted to explore that story. If you're interested: Welcome to Gilded Constellations!

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.2 K Warnings: none Prompt: You're finally settling down at Hogwarts, friendships strengthen and crushes blossom, sometimes on the most unexpected places. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 6: “Crazy little Thing Called Love”

You rose, scanning your surroundings, the inky dark made it hard for you to see anything. It took a whole minute for your eyes to adjust. You saw trees all around you, as you took a single step forward, an unsettling crack echoed beneath your heel. You looked down only to realise it was the bone of a very small animal, a fox perhaps. You shivered at the thought.

Another step and a haunting howl sliced through the air, piercing your ears. Its resonance was powerful, sharp, and it reverberated deep within you, whatever monster was making that sound, it was close.

You tried to find a hiding spot but it was futile, whatever that monster was, it had already caught your scent, its primal instincts honed in on you, and you could hear it getting closer and closer. And then, it was there, right in front of you, its predatory gaze calculating which part of you it would feast on first.

“H-Hey, It’s ok, it’s me,” you stammered, a desperate attempt to reason with it, which, in all honesty, made no sense, still you clung to the idea that perhaps that would appease the beast.

Bad idea, it didn’t. It just growled back and lunged at you. You crashed back on the ground, next to the rest of the bones you had unwittingly shattered moments ago. It had a choking hold on you, robbing your breath. You heard another growl, coming from a different place when your vision started to fog, you felt like you were going to die.

“Wake up!” You heard, and suddenly opened your eyes, trying to fight the creature still, but Lily was there instead of the monster. “It’s ok,” She told you, placing her hands over your forearms that sought desperately to defend you still, “it was only a dream luv.”

You finally took a deep breath, grounding yourself. Of course, it was only a dream. Hogwarts didn’t have those kinds of monsters. You took a deep breath and looked at Lily “Did I wake you?”

She shook her head “I woke up to go to the restroom. I noticed you were struggling in bed, that’s why I came to wake you.”

You gently placed your hand over her forearm, using her to reassure yourself, she was indeed real. Eventually you smiled at her “Thank you,” you said in all honesty “I’m truly grateful I met someone like you here.”

She smiled back at you “No problem, I’m here for you, for anything, all right?” You nodded in response. “Want me to stay with you for a little while?”

You shook your head “It’s all right, I’m a lot calmer now, thanks to you. You can go back to sleep, I wouldn’t want to be the reason dear Miss Evans is sleepy in the morning.”

She laughed at that and nodded, reluctantly leaving you, as if she wasn’t sure if you were actually better or just telling her to go as if not to be a bother, which to her, you weren’t at all.

Once you were alone again you continued to take deep breaths. Nightmares were not something you had all that often, you didn’t quite know how to deal with them, so you stared at the ceiling until you finally managed to fall back asleep.

You woke up earlier than everyone again and went down to the common room with flying gear. James arrived sometime later, and Sirius minutes afterwards, complaining “It’s raining Prongs, can’t we just sleep in instead?”

James gave Sirius a stern look in response “You’re coming today too!” He acknowledged with a smile once he noticed you were there.

“Well I’m not getting any special treatment even if I know the Captain of the Quidditch team so I’ve got to be in top shape for the tryouts,” you replied with a smug smile.

He smiled back, clearly amused by your answer “All right, let’s go then. We’re doing evasion today.”

The three of you went out and did some laps around the castle. This time James had taken out a blodger and you were beating it back and forth. Once you were done you went back to the common room and changed into your uniform. Your hair was still wet when you arrived at your first class.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Horace Slughorn, I’ll be your potions teacher, please grab a piece of paper from the hat,” he said as he passed a small wizard hat turned upside down for everyone to grab a paper. Once you opened yours you saw Lily’s name appeared on it.

James, who stood right behind you leaned over your shoulder and walked to face you, leaning over to whisper “Switch with me, will you?”

You frowned and looked up at him, he had this hopeful puppy-eyed look going on, it made you gasp in surprise “You like Evans!” You teased, in a whisper too.

He looked to the side but then nodded, looking back at you with the same golden retriever look “Pretty please?”

You thought about it for a moment and leaned over to check on his paper “Who’d you get?”

“Moony,” he responded.

“He any good at potions?”

“Brilliant!” James affirmed.

You took a deep breath and handed the paper to James, “Go get her tiger!” You told him with a smile as he approached Lily. To be fair, you totally understood why someone would have a crush on Lily, in fact, it was more surprising that you hadn’t heard of anyone else being hung up on her.

There was a knock on the door, Slughorn opened the door to find a slimy-haired boy, looking like a very pissed wet rat, and allowed him to walk inside the classroom “Ah, Severus, did you get stuck in the rain?”

The boy -Severus, took a spiteful glance towards the boys and turned back to Slughorn, taking a deep breath “Something like that.”

James gave Sirius a look and a complicitous smile. You noticed Remus rolled his eyes, while Lily looked stoic, as if she was trying to hide her feelings. They clearly had some history going on.

Slughorn handed the hat to him and he picked a piece of paper, once he opened it he rolled his eyes. “Professor, can I switch…?” Slughorn shook his head.

Sirius jumped from his seat once he realised what his paper said “I’m sure we can find someone willing to–” he argued.

“–Your partners are set, and they won’t change, there was a spell on the papers,” the professor explained. James gave you a worried look but you shook your head lightly, using a changing spell to switch the names on Lily and Remus’ papers.

The greasy-haired boy took a deep breath and went to sit down at the front, Sirius followed and sat next to him, turning his back to him and rolling his eyes; so that’s why he wanted to switch, he’d been paired with the boy, you thought.

“Excellent, please, the rest of you, take your seats.”

Remus approached you then, asking if you wanted to sit in the front, you nodded in response. And the two of you walked towards a table.

“This month, we shall embark on the fascinating journey of brewing the illustrious Polyjuice Potion. Now, let me be clear—this concoction is no ordinary brew. It demands your unwavering attention, precision, and an ample dose of patience. I must confess, not everyone will master it effortlessly on their initial attempts. However, mark my words, the fundamentals are crucial for you to grasp, for who knows when fate may call upon you to employ this transformative elixir in the days to come. So, prepare yourselves, my aspiring potion-makers, for the intricate art of Polyjuice Potion awaits!”

You nodded and pulled out your book, finding the list of ingredients you would need. “It’s a complicated one,” You said, reading through the steps.

Remus nodded and winced when he started reading some of the requirements of the ingredients, “Profesor,” he said, racing his hand “Will you provide the fluxweed or…?”

"Ah, Mr. Lupin, splendid question indeed!" Said Slughorn, whose voice carried an air of geniality and indulgence. "You have touched upon a key facet of the potion we are about to undertake—the vexing nature of ingredient collection. Specifically, the delicate task of harvesting fluxweed and capturing the elusive lacewing flies. Now, my dear students, I'm afraid I cannot simply hand you these crucial components on a silver platter. Oh no! You see, the true essence of potion-making lies in experiencing the genuine challenges it presents. Therefore, I implore each of you to venture forth and procure these ingredients yourselves, immersing yourselves in the intricacies and complications inherent in brewing a potion of such calibre. May the journey to acquire them serve as a valuable lesson in the art of potion-making!"

Remus nodded in response “Of course it wouldn’t be so easy,” he mumbled and turned towards you “Wanna split?”

You nodded “You could get the fluxweed and I could capture the lacewing flies? We also need Knotgrass and shredded boomslang skin, perhaps we can get the latter with the Care of Magical Creatures teacher?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “All thought, how about you do the fluxweed and I do Lacewing flies?” He asked, “I’m really good at catching stuff.”

You agreed “I can go with Lily next full moon,” you said with a smile “We have Care of Magical Creatures later today, right? We could ask the teacher then?”

A small Slytherin boy raised his hand from the back of the classroom “Professor, must we also dry and powder the leeches?” He asked with an air of disgust in his voice.

“Well, of course, Mr. Stradleter.”

“Of course, because I definitely can’t order them from an ingredients store,” You mumbled rolling your eyes, Remus chuckled lightly.

“In fact, you have stumbled upon the very essence of our lesson today. Step one, my dear students, involves a fascinating encounter with these lively leeches." He paused, his eyes twinkling with anticipation as he pulled a jar from his desk. The Slytherin boy held his breath at that point, staring at the leeches horrified. "Worry not, my young potion-makers, for we shall handle them with care and precision.”

“Oh, this is definitely going to go bad somehow,” Said Remus, biting his lip to avoid smiling too wide as he looked around to the rest of the tables with students looking like they wanted to run away.

“10 sickles someone ends up with at least 10 leeches stuck to their skin.”

Remus turned to you with raised eyebrows and a little smile. “Deal.” He said and the two of you shook hands.

Later on in the class, Peter who was sitting next to a Slytherin girl and was right behind Sirius and Severus, realised slimy-old Snape had pulled his hair up to focus on the leeches when drying them and had taken the opportunity to carefully levitate some of his own leeches towards Severus’ neck. Unwittingly causing you to win the bet against Remus. Once the class was over, poor Severus had over 20 leeches all over his neck and back.

“Sirius bloody BLACK! What the hell have you done?” He roared when he realised he had leeches on his neck.

Sirius raised his hands with an innocent look on his face “I’ve been working with you all class, not that I like it, but I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Professor!” Severus whined.

“I’ve been closely monitoring your progress,” Slughorn said “Mr. Black has been dutifully working on the drying process alongside you.”

Severus rolled his eyes, clearly feeling victimised. “You’re meant to be on my side!” He argued and Slughorn gave him a stern look.

Peter held back a laugh from behind. James instantly knew who it had been.

“Come here, Severus,” Slughorn waved for the boy to follow. He pulled the collar from Severus' shirt and winced when he noticed the state of his back. Snape ended up having to go to Madam Pomffrey.

Once the class was over James caught up with Peter and Sirius as they walked towards their next class “That was brilliant Wormy!” He said with a smile.

“I just saw the opportunity and took it,” he said with a small proud smile.

Sirius spoke then “That twit couldn’t even place the blame on me,” he said as he placed a satisfied arm over Peter.

“Yeah, and you lost me 10 sickles,” complained Remus as he caught up to them.

“Yeah, thank you, Peter,” You said with a smile as you walked past them toward Marlene.

“You made a bet? With (Y/N)?” James asked Remus, raising his eyebrows, who just shrugged in response.

Once you reached Marlene you went straight to the point “Why do they dislike Severus so much?” You asked her.

“He used to be Lily’s friend. But then he called her a slur,” Marlene explained.

Mary, who was walking beside you whispered “She called her a mud-blood.”

You gave her an incredulous look “He called her that?” Marlene nodded, you exhaled with indignation, “He deserves a lot more leechers then.”

Your next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. A tall, elegant-looking lady in her forties, who you recognized as the head of Hufflepuff, Seraphina Nightshade, was your teacher. She moved with the regalness of a ballerina around the room. In the class, she went through the basics of some strong defensive spells, left an investigation assignment and invited the students to join the Dueling club that would start next week, after classes.

You toyed with the idea in your head. Duelling was fun in your older School, you didn’t exactly know how good the students would be at Hogwarts but you pride yourself on having sharp reflexes. When Defense Against the Dark Arts was over, you all walked towards the Great Hall, at that point Mary asked Marlene to go get something from the room with her and the two diverted from the group.

“So… What are we going to do for Marlene’s birthday?” Beth asked standing in front of you, Lily and the boys.

“Oh, it’s her birthday soon?” You asked.

“September 10th, that’s… next, next Friday” Peter replied “I’m planning to get her a cake, I’ve already talked to the kitchen elves about it and everything.”

“And we’re getting some firewisky,” said Sirius pointing at James and back at himself.

“Last time you got firewisky–“ Lily started, but was interrupted by James, who placed an arm over her shoulder.

“–That wasn’t our fault,” he said defensively “That Ackley boy got us some weird stuff he was brewing in his room.”

“Yeah, and everyone was burping out purple bubbles for a week!”

Beth laughed, “Yeah, that was epic.”

Lily shot her a glance, and she shrugged in response “Ackley’s illegal brewery almost got discovered!”

“Don’t be such a wuss, Evans!” Said Sirius “We got a different dealer this time. They’re buying it at the Three Broomsticks.”

“Who? Is it someone from seventh?”

“We can’t tell you, it’s top secret,” Said Remus, who was walking beside you, “Wanna help me with the decorations? We’re gonna do over the common room.” You nodded.

“Gryffindor parties are THE parties of the school.” Said Peter, “Totally exclusive, you can only come if a Gryffindor invites you directly.”

“Then it’s settled!” Said Beth “I can tag along Remus and (Y/N) for decorations, if that’s all right?”

You both nodded, then Lily spoke “I’ll see over the snacks with Mary, then.”

“Ohh, hold up!” Said Beth “Someone needs to invite Holden Crawford.”

“The Ravenclaw seeker? Whatever for?” Asked Sirius.

“It’s Marlene’s crush,” admitted Lily.

“Oh,” Responded Sirius with an insinuating face “Want us to slip some amorentia in his drink that day too?”

“Of course not Sirius! You especially know how bad those kinds of potions can hit.”

“Does he now?” You teased “Sounds like a story I wanna hear.”

“You won’t,” responded Sirius sternly.

At the same time, James leaned down towards you and whispered over your ear “I’ll tell you all about it.”

“So… Holden Crawford?” Beth insisted, bringing everyone back to the topic at hand.

“I don’t know him,” shrugged James.

“Me neither,” responded Sirius.

“I know he’s chummy with Alexander Wood,” Said Peter “They got paired up in potions first year and became really good friends, even if they’re different houses.”

“Alex, the Hufflepuff Head Boy, Alex?” You asked. Peter nodded. “Oh, I’ll invite them.” You said matter of factly. Everyone turned towards you. They were all thinking the same, how the hell had you met Alexander Wood? “He brought me here on my first day,” you explained, “took me to Dumbledore’s office to get sorted.”

“Aaaah,” said Peter as he nodded.

“Fantastic,” said Beth excitedly “Godric Heavens, (Y/N) the brave got sent to us!”

“(Y/N) the brave?” Asked Sirius incredulous.

“Oh, Puppy… You don’t want me to talk about the zip lines, do you?” You teased. He instantly tensed up, the boys did too, but you didn’t notice.

“P-puppy?” Peter stammered.

“I gave him that nickname back on our trip, he insisted a tiger would win over a lion.”

The boys weren’t sure how that related to Sirius being called Puppy but they relaxed when they realised it didn’t have anything to do with their secret. “Good thing we already had nicknames when you arrived,” said James as playfully nudged you with his shoulder. You laughed.

“Don’t know about that,” said Beth “I’d rather be Puppy than Wormtail.”

“Oi!” Complained Peter “Wormtail’s a fine nickname, thank you very much.” By then you had already arrived at the Great Hall, Marlene and Mary joining you shortly after.

For dinner, there was Roast Beef, Shepards Pie, Bangers and Mash and these absolutely killer Buttered New Potatoes. They were so good you’d served yourself twice. Once you were done you started feeling drowsy, it often happened to you when you overate, so you gently let your head fall over Sirius’ shoulder, who was sitting beside you.

“You okay?” He asked, turning his head towards you lightly, trying not to move you as much.

You nodded, still on his shoulder “I ate too much,” you complained, then took in a deep breath “and we still have another class…”

“I can carry you there,” he offered.

You turned to him with a frown “And risk me puking on you?”

He shrugged, “If it’ll make you feel better.” You chuckled lightly, sometimes you really didn’t understand Sirius. Some days he was at your throat trying to win you on whatever game you made up on flying practice, and then he’d come out and say things like that.

You stared at his pretty face for a minute before shaking your head and going back to lay on his shoulder, “It’s alright Puppy, I’m sure it’ll go away on the way there.”

He didn’t even seem to mind you calling him puppy all that much either, in that particular moment. You might have fallen asleep on Sirius’ shoulder, since next thing you knew, Lily was shaking you lightly and telling you it was time for your next class.

The teacher of Care for Magical Creatures, Silvanus Kettleburn, was quite a character, to say the least, he had white hair, styled in a very rockstar kind of way, a metal claw for a hand and a white bandage covering one of his eyes. If Remus looked like a sexy novel Pirate, Kettleburn looked like the villain pirate the main character was forced to get married to before Remus came to rescue her. The funniest thing about the man was this extremely high-pitched voice with which he introduced himself, totally contrasting with his gruff pirate vibe and attitude. He said something about trying out a new draught that had made his voice squeaky, but it still took a whole lot of energy to keep your face straight when he spoke.

He said this month you’d be taking care of fireworms, and explained that they should be taken care of with extreme precautions since they could easily explode if not being cared for properly, if they saw the moon, or simply if they felt threatened by whoever was caring for them. He mentioned they would start small but they could grow up to 10 feet tall, and that they were the cause of many monsters and horror stories the muggles told to their children. He handed every single one of you a small box, of about 3 inches, with a worm in it, explaining how you’d have to get the worm used to you before transferring it to a bigger box, once it was large enough. “You must be very careful, and you must not forget to feed them, or they might explode too.”

You took in a sharp breath, looking down at the little box, how could such a small creature be so dangerous?, You wondered as you carefully set him to the side, as if not to disturb him much. During the the class you learned that your fireworm wasn’t actually a he, but a she, and after getting some encouragement from Kettlebrun, you ended up naming her Pyro Princess. Neatly writing the name on a label that the professor had handed over. In the middle of the class, you heard a small explosion, it came from a tall Slytherin boy that stood beside Severus, who quickly performed agumenti to turn off the fire.

“Excellent problem-solving skills Mr. Snape,” Kettleburn said with his squeaky voice “10 points for Slytherin.”

“But it was Rosier who caused the explosion,” Tom complained, “That should definitely take some points from them, right?”

Beth gave him a thumbs up while Kettleburn gave it a thought “You are indeed right Mr, Harrow, Evan Rosier will get a 5 points penalty for his aggravation.” Snape rolled his eyes and placed his own label on top of his worm while the professor handed a new worm to Evan.

“Whoever has the largest worm by the end of the course, will get an automatic A,” he said before he dismissed everyone and their worms.

At that point Lily approached you, “Today’s the first reunion of the study club, we’ll be working on some homework together if you wanna join,” said Lily.

You nodded in response, “I’ll just take this little girl to a safe place and see you there, yeah?”

You parted ways with Lily once you were back inside the castle. From what Kettelebrun had explained, fireworms liked peaceful environments, and while your dorm was peaceful enough, you really did not want to burn the Gryffindor tower down because of a mishap, so you decided that the safest way to keep her was somewhere in the passageways Remus had taken you to on the first day. Once you were inside you saw another light further in the passage. Turning yours off and walking behind it quietly.

“Anyone there?” You heard a very familiar voice.

“Remus?” You asked him, turning the light of your wand back on.

“(Y/N)? What on earth are you doing here? it’s a whole labyrinth inside these tunnels, you could’ve gotten lost without a guide.”

“I’m rather good with mazes,” you said with a smile “but uh… I’m here because I wanted to find a good hiding spot for Pyro Princess.”

“You mean, your fireworm?” He asked with his eyebrows raised “You called it, Pyro Princess?!”

“Well, It’s a fireworm! What did you call yours?”

“I called him Number 1.”

“Number one? And you’re making fun of Pyro Princess?”

He gave you a stern look “I didn’t wanna get attached to it, in case it blew up.”

“Now, that’s just setting yourself up for failure. But fret not, I’m sure if we team up we can keep both Pyro and Nummie alive.”

“Nummie? Now you gave it a cutesy name too.”

“It’s just short for Number 1,” you exclaimed “So, Mr. Guide, please take us to a safe, non often used area.”

“Fine, follow me,” he said and the two of you walked through the tunnels until you found a decent hole in the wall to place the two worms. You performed a small protection charm on top of them and Remus added a small light orb on top of them to give them some light. “They’ll be alright, yeah?” He asked, to which you nodded.

“I’m thinking of brewing some calming draught, to add a few drops to their water, so that way they won’t get so anxious.”

“Oh, I’ve got some,” he said, pulling a bottle from his pocket. You frowned but decided not to question it as he placed a couple of drops on their water source. Who knows maybe Remus was a naturally anxious guy and he needed it, or maybe he was just gonna use it for a prank.

When the two of you were down with the little home area you’d created for your worms, you walked together towards the library. Lily was already sitting on a round table, Beth was by her right, and a smaller blonde girl by her left. As soon as she saw the two of you she smiled and waved “You made it.”

“Bumped into Remus on the way too.” You told her as you sat in front of her, next to Tom. Remus sat in between you and the blonde girl, who you later learned was Nina Blythe, a Ravenclaw a year younger who always joined the study group, to learn about more advanced stuff. On a table beside you were several kids from even lower years who would often stand up to ask Lily and Remus for advice or help with their classes.

You pulled out some parchment and decided to start working on your runes essay for Divination since it was the thing that would require the least effort. You’d kept your runes on a little felt bag and took them out to start writing about it; you knew most things from the top of your head. Once you were done you started working on your DADA assignment. Standing up to pull some books from the library about defensive spells you’d need. Once you returned to your spot you noticed Beth was desperately looking through a book.

“All good?” You asked her, trying to be nice.

She shook her head “I just can’t find this fucking rune anywhere.”

“Language Beth!” Lily complained, “There are children around.”

“I’m so gonna fail…”

“May I?” You asked as you extended your hand, she placed the rune on it and you brought it back to give it a closer look. “Ah... It’s Hagalaz!” you explained “It’s hard to find it because in this set it looks a lot more like an N than an H, but it’s this one,” you pointed at one of the runes in a book she had discarded earlier “It means Hail… So basically it comes from a natural disaster, em… it means that… an unavoidable change that is out of your hands will be presented to you. How destructive it might be, depends on how capable you are of weathering its storm. Kinda like The Tower in Tarot,” you finally gave the little stone back to Beth.

Everyone at the table now turned to look at you, with an air of surprise in their faces “Thought you said you weren’t good with divination,” said Tom.

“I just…” you sighed, “I don’t want to be another divination teacher’s pet.” You responded “And I’d already seen runes a couple of years ago.”

Remus gave you a rather apprehensive look while Tom handed over another rune for you to check. Eventually, you helped everyone with the divination homework, since the set of runes Professor Spellman had handed over to revise had weird shapes on most of the little stones.

The little Ravenclaw girl next to Remus seemed disinterested in the divination stuff and just stared at her spellbook, drawing little stars and hearts over the edges. When you sat back down in your chair, you realised that in fact, she hadn’t done any work at all so far, she had her spell book and a parchment out, but it was pretty empty, and she just scribbled some random notes every now and then. You wondered why she was in a study group if she didn’t have any homework to do when you noticed her giving Remus a quick glance, before going straight back to her book. You leaned back in your chair, lousily grabbing your charms book and started “reading” while you continued to analyse her behaviour.

She would read her book, the same page she’d been on since the beginning of study group, an hour ago. Then she would scribble something illegible on her parchment, and then she’d give Remus, who was completely oblivious a quick glance. She’d play with her hair, and then go back to drawing on the edge of her book, ready to repeat the process all over again. You were almost completely certain she was madly involved with Remus, but you had to confirm your theory.

So you cut out a small piece of parchment and wrote: “follow my lead” and passed the note over to Lily from under the table. She gave you a confused glance but nodded.

“Hey Rem,” You called quietly so as not to disturb the rest, he turned to you, raising an eyebrow at the nickname “Would you mind helping me with this assignment on potions?” You asked politely, pointing at a specific one in your book “I’m not sure I know exactly how to explain this particular step, with different words.”

“Ugh…. Maybe you could use crushing?”

“Yeah, I thought about it too, but I’m not sure crushing works, since it’s more like really, really fine pieces.”

Yeah, it was a tricky question, all right? But you had to make it sound believable.

“Do you think Lily would know?” You asked.

He thought about it for a second and nodded, he then leaned towards the Ravenclaw girl “Hey Nina,” he said politely, and she turned to him, almost shocked he was talking to her “Would you mind switching with Lily for a minute?” He asked with a smile. She seemed taken aback but nodded. Standing up to switch with your redheaded friend.

You leaned closer to Remus then, almost crossing past him to talk to Lily, who seemed puzzled. You were never so much in other people’s personal space, not that Remus was bothered by it, in fact, he wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, he found the warmth your body emitted rather soothing. But Nina? Nina was absolutely pissed. She was shooting daggers at Lily and you as if you both had just kissed her fiancé. In retrospect, if a new girl showed up in a year and she was all over your crush, you might’ve been just as angry, but you wouldn’t make it so obvious. She was damn lucky everyone else was too busy looking at their books or they all would’ve known by now.

“Oh, you can use something like make a fine dust with the dried fairyleaves,” She said after thinking about it for a bit, she then gave you an expectant look, asking if what she’d done was fine, you nodded, with a little smile.

“Oh, that’s perfect, actually,” You said as you leaned back to your place. Feeling how much colder it was without Remus’ body heat irradiating all over you “Thanks,” you told Lily and then turned to Nina “To you too love, for switching so Lily could help.” Nina nodded, still looking a bit pissed nonetheless. You continued working on your homework assignments for a while.

At some point, you heard Tom yawn, and a couple of minutes later he was excusing himself, saying he’d finish a different day. Beth decided to walk with him. The smaller children had also started going to their dorms. As the library emptied it grew chiller, so you pulled your backpack to your knees and started looking through it, you were certain you’d packed your sweater in there, but maybe you hadn’t.

Nina checked her watch and rushed out of the library.

“Everything alright?” Remus asked when he noticed.

You turned to him and nodded “I was just looking for my sweater, I guess I left it at the dorms.”

“I’ve got mine here,” he said, pulling it out of his bag and hanging it over.

You looked at the sweater, he’d already taken it out, and you didn’t want him to feel bad, so you glanced over at Nina, you didn’t want to make her upset by taking Remus’ sweater either, but she had already left, so you took it from his hands with a smile and thanked him. Pulling it over your head in one swift movement. It was big and warm, and it smelled so nice, you were thankful you didn’t reject it. You stayed in the library until about 9 pm, when Lily yawned and checked the clock on the wall behind you, realising how late it was.

“Oh, we must go, it’s time for dinner,” she said as she started to place her things in her bag. Remus and you followed suit, you placed your parchment in between one of your larger books so the ink wouldn’t run before putting it away. Once you had everything in your bags the three of you started walking towards the Great Hall. Lily switched over to walk by your side and you were left walking in between your two friends “What was the whole potions thing about?” She asked you.

“Oh… I had to test a hypothesis,” you explained, she looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for further explanation “The little Ravenclaw girl, Nina? I thought it was odd she was in our study group but spent most of her time just drawing in her notebook.”

Lily frowned, now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen Nina do a lot of homework last year either “And?” She pressed.

“Oh, she’s got a massive crush on Remus.”

“Ahhhh” Remus said as he downed him, “so that’s why you were calling me Rem and being all chummy.”

“I wanted to see her reaction,” you shrugged. “She was pretty pissed when she had to switch seats with Lily, I think she low-key hates us now. But…” you did a dramatic pause “She seems nice,” you teased Remus.

“She looks 12, (Y/N)!” Remus said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“But she’s got pretty eyes,” you argued back, and it was true, she had this very beautiful doe-eye look going on, and her eyes were a very intense blue.

“Who’s got pretty eyes?” Asked Sirius, who’d spotted you from behind and approached right in the middle of a conversation.

“A girl that likes Remus,” replied Lily.

“I’d say she’s madly in love with him, but I guess likes works too,” you corrected.

Sirius raised his eyebrows with a little smirk “Moony boy, were you planning on getting a girlfriend without asking for permission?”

Remus shrugged and shoved Sirius “As if I needed your permission to date someone.”

“But you do! I’m your best friend!” The shorter boy insisted “Doesn’t he Lily?”

“Remus can make his own decisions,” she shrugged.

Remus smiled, and Sirius approached you instead, clenching to your arm “You have to back me up in this one love,” he said playfully, “go ahead, tell Remus he definitely needs permission from his best friends before dating someone.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, “Not sure about permission Puppy… maybe a 3-day notice?” you teased.

“3 days? At least a week, so we get used to the idea!”

“When have you ever given us so much as a notice?” Retorted Remus.

Sirius threw his head back dramatically “Moony, you know me, I’ve never dated anyone…” Remus gave him an incredulous look “Not seriously at least.”

“Ironic,” you said, Lily laughed.

“Besides, if you dated someone, I feel like you would date them date them, not just hook up with them,” Sirius continued.

Remus laughed at that “What makes you think I haven’t hooked up with anyone?”

Sirius seemed taken aback “Because you’ve never told me?”

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Pads,” Remus responded, Lily nodded in agreement.

“Hold up!” Sirius said in shock, finally letting your arm free “Are you implying you’ve been secretly hooking up with people?” Remus only laughed in return. “Remus?!”

“Sorry Pads,” he said walking in front of him with a shit-eating grin “There are some things about me, you’ll never know.”

Sirius exhaled, defeated and grabbed your arm again “You would tell me if you hooked up with someone, right?”

You raised your eyebrows, giving Remus a quick glance, he shrugged in response, and you turned your head to Sirius “Sure Puppy, you’ll be the first one to know.” You said ironically.

“Good.” You were pretty sure he hadn’t understood your sarcasm, but Remus had and he was holding back a laugh.

By the time you arrived at the Great Hall, it was almost empty, dinner had been at 7pm, and they stopped serving at 10, so it made sense only a couple students were left. Peter and Marlene joined you for dinner later, Mary had eaten with Tom earlier and was already back at the dorms according to Mars, and James was in a quidditch team reunion with the 7th years.

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close to home | chapter thirty eight

plot: Alexandria steps up to move a herd of walkers, and then the community is attacked

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You couldn’t sleep that night. After the meeting about Rick, and everything that happened during it, you couldn’t close your eyes long enough without thinking about all that happened. Reg was dead, who you didn’t really talk to. And Rick had killed Pete. You hoped that meant Deanna would let Rick stay. That meant you all could stay.

Michonne was sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room, and you had enough of tossing and turning. You quietly left the room and headed downstairs, hoping to find something small to eat.

Carol had made her acorn cookies earlier today--a part of this act she was putting on--so you helped yourself to two of them and a glass of water. The clock on the microwave read it was nearing two in the morning. Your eyes were heavy, and your body was tired, but your mind wouldn’t let you sleep.

Out the front window, you saw the light from a cigarette, and you knew exactly who it was. You hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with Daryl since he got back tonight. You weren’t sure if he knew about Rick’s outburst yesterday or if Noah was alive. He’d only been back a few hours, most of which was the meeting and everyone leaving.

When you stepped outside, the air was warm, and you immediately caught his attention. You started to feel nervous; he pushed you away when you kissed him the first time. Now that you had sex, you were worried about the same.

“Hi,” You said quietly as you sat down.

Daryl nodded with a grunt before taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“How are you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around your middle and looking at him. “How was recruiting with Aaron?”

“Was okay. Nothin’ happen’,” He said.

You nodded and looked out at the neighborhood. All of the lights were off except a few porch lights. It looked so ordinary. It even smelt normal. You couldn’t smell walkers. Instead, you smelt grass and the night air. You could even hear crickets chirping.

“Did you hear about Noah?” You asked.

Daryl nodded and flicked the ash off the cigarette. “Yeah,”

You were silent after that. You weren’t sure exactly what to say. It felt a bit awkward, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by saying something stupid. Maybe he was just adjusting to the news. Coming home and hearing about Noah’s death couldn't have been easy. And all the drama with Rick didn’t help either.

You glanced at him again, taking in his strong side profile and messy hair. You knew you wouldn’t get anything out of him tonight, and that was okay. He needed to process a lot of things in his own way.

“Alright, well,” You said, standing up and heading back inside. As you approached the door, you stopped and turned around momentarily, “I’m glad you’re home safe, Daryl.”

***

Two days later, a new enemy threatened Alexandria. You sat next to Maggie on the couch as Rick told everyone about the quarry and how the group needed to eliminate it. At first, you were as unsure as everyone else, but as Rick explained his plan, you immediately agreed. You had to. If you didn’t, and the walkers got out, they’d head straight for Alexandria.

Of course, you were the first to volunteer, and soon others followed suit. After the meeting, everyone dispersed, and you and Maggie walked home together.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I didn’t volunteer?” Maggie asked you quietly.

You glanced at her, “I figured you just weren’t up to it. Honestly, I wasn’t paying much attention. I’ve been preoccupied the last few days.”

“With Daryl? How is that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s so reserved. I think us having sex freaked him out because he hasn’t really talked to me. But I left his room the next morning and thought he was happy. I’m just giving him space right now. He’ll talk to me eventually. I can wait.”

“What else is it then?”

“Just everything. Accepting where we are, how we got here. I’m still wrapping my head around it.”

“Yeah, I can relate to that.”

“So what about you? Why didn’t you volunteer?” You asked.

Maggie grabbed your arm and stopped you a few feet from your house’s porch steps. She looked around and then smiled at you. “I’m pregnant.”

Your eyes widened, and you tried to speak but stuttered over your own words. “You’re… what? Like a baby?”

Your cousin laughed, and she nodded. “I wanted you to be the first to know. I’m not quite sure how far along I am, but I am.”

“You look so happy about it, Mags,” You said with a smile. “I’m happy for you and Glenn.”

***

After dinner that night, you decided to go for a run around the neighborhood. You used to love jogging before the end of the world, and then life was always spent on the run. So now that you had a safe place to do it and had food in your stomach consistently over the past week or so, you had the energy to do it. You actually missed it.

You ended up doing laps around the neighborhood until the sunset, and then you walked back to your house all sweaty and out of breath. But you felt alive. You felt happy and healthy for the first time before the world ended.

Daryl was sitting on the porch, smoking another damn cigarette. You grew nervous as you approached him. The two of you spoke casually the past few days but nothing with actual subsistence. And you didn’t talk about what you wanted to talk about.

You gave Daryl a smile and a nod as you walked past him but paused when he said your name. So anxiety filled your stomach, and you sat next to him.

“Needa ask you a favor,” He said, chewing on his thumbnail and looking at you every few seconds.

“What?”

“The quarry and shit. Was thinkin’ maybe you stay here instead. Keep an eye on things.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you looked at him. “What? Why?”

“Lot of us are goin’ out. There ain’ gonna be a lot of us here to defend the place case somethin’ happens.”

“Nothing is going to happen. And I already told Rick I’m going.”

Daryl looked at you then, rubbing his jaw. “Can ya please just stay?” He stressed.

You looked away from him as you realized why he was asking. He was worried about you. Your heart fluttered, and you clasped your hands together. “If you tell me why you want me to stay, I will.”

He nodded and took a long drag of the cigarette, almost like he needed it to speak his mind. He didn’t look at you as he said, “Don’t want ya out there anymore.”

Again, your heart fluttered. It wasn’t a declaration of his feelings, but it was enough, especially from Daryl. So you nodded and reached over, taking the cigarette from his hand and crushing it under your show. “Fine. I’ll stay. But you gotta stop smoking so much. The world’s already trying to kill you, don’t help it out.”

You stood up, and in an act of bravery, you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. He didn’t move away fast enough, and you chuckled. “Goodnight, Daryl.”

***

You and Carol stood together as you watched the teams head out of Alexandria. You could hear Daryl’s new motorcycle leading the charge. You wrapped your arm around Carol’s and sighed.

“It’s just a dry run,” Carol reminded you. “And it’s us. They’ll be fine.”

You shook your head, “It’s not us I’m worried about. Building the fences, you saw what they were like; they could barely take down a walker.”

“Rick’s plan will work. I know it will.” Carol said, and you both turned after the gates were shut. “What are your plans today?”

“Carl wants to show me a comic book he thinks I’ll like, and I’m helping him babysit Judith” You smiled, “And I’ll be covering watch duty later tonight too.”

The two of you split ways, and you met up with Carl while she went to grab things from Olivia. He was excited to show you the comic--which you didn’t exactly care for, but you’d never tell him that. Judith was peaceful as ever, and Tora napped right alongside her.

It was peaceful until it wasn’t.

“(Y/N)!” Carol screamed from downstairs, and you were on your feet in seconds. They thudded as you ran down the stairs.

You heard screaming from outside, and you grabbed your weapons, thanking God you’d left them in the kitchen when you came back. The two of you told Carl to stay with Judith and that you’d be back soon. And, of course, not to leave.

“Plan?” You asked as you holstered your gun and gripped your knife tightly.

“Try and stay together,” Carol said before you both left the house together.

Of course, that plan didn’t work out. Strangers were running around with weapons, attacking anyone that moved. You lost track of where Carol went as you crept around a house, spotting a man tying up one of the Alexandrians you didn’t know that well.

You steadied your breathing and started approaching the man slowly, with your machete raised. When you got close enough, you jumped on his back and dug your weapon into his neck. He died without making a sound, and you untied the man. “Get somewhere safe,”

Then you moved on to your next target, who had just brutally beat your neighbor to death. You used the gun this time, with a clean shot to the head. Then you put down your neighbor with your machete and kept moving.

A horn started blasting, and you froze for a moment, trying to determine what it was and where it was coming from. In your second of hesitation, a figure darted from behind a house and jumped at you.

Your head hit the ground hard as you struggled against the woman. She had the advantage; she was taller and stronger and seemed twice as crazy.

“You crazy fuck,” You cursed loudly, blocking her hand that had gotten close to stabbing you. You thrashed underneath her, fighting for your life. She attacked again, and you did your best to block her when the knife came down. It just missed your chest, the blade running against your collarbones. You felt the blood start to pool immediately and thrashed harder, using your legs to kick her off you.

Acting quickly, you jumped over her and slammed her head against the ground before spotting a rock a foot away. You slammed her again harder and then grabbed the rock in her daze.

The sickening crunch of the rock caving in her head was enough to tell you she wasn’t dead, and you beat her until portions of her skull had fractured off.

“(Y/N)!”

You dropped the rock and fell backward when you heard Maggie, and she was over to you instantly.

“Come on, we gotta go,” She said, helping you stand.

Rosita and Aaron were there, and they both looked like they had a good fight. You knew the look Rosita gave you, and you nodded, letting her know you were okay.

“The dead are rising,” Aaron said as he spotted a walker that was once a friend.

You breathed out and twirled your machete. “We still got work to do.”

***

“Denise!” Maggie yelled as she pushed you through the infirmary door. “She got knicked on her collarbone; it won’t stop bleeding,”

The new doctor approached you immediately and led you to a chair. Across the room, a blanket was covering a body. A part of you didn’t want to know who it was.

Denise worked quickly, having Maggie put pressure on the wound before she quickly stitched it up. It only needed a few, but you knew that before getting there.

“I gotta go to Deanna; you okay here?” Maggie asked you.

You nodded because you were too tired to speak. Your cousin left, and Denise gave you some water and food to help with the blood loss.

“Who were they?” Tara asked you.

“Some freaks with W’s on their forehead. I don’t know.”

***

After Denise cleared you to go, you headed toward the gate. With so many people now dead, you figured someone should be on lookout. The survivors had already begun cleaning up the mess, and you knew it would take hours to get everyone buried. If they even had the space for it in the cemetery.

You were already standing guard when Michonne, Heath, and Scott returned. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but couldn’t focus on anything except making sure no one was trying to climb the walls.

Deanna had climbed up there with you and thanked you quietly for helping protect the community. She tried not to look at your blood-soaked clothes, and you realized how jarring it must’ve been. And how messed up it was that it didn’t even affect you anymore. You weren't even sure how many people you killed in the attack.

“Open the gate!”

You both turned at Rick’s voice, and your mouth dropped as you saw what was heading right to you. Through the trees, hundreds of walkers chased Rick down the street. While Deanna froze, you rushed to climb the ladder and get to the gate, where Michonne pulled it open.

“Rick!” You yelled, grabbing your gun at firing at a few walkers who were too close for your liking. As soon as he crossed through, Michonne shut the gate, and you grabbed Rick’s arm.

He desperately tried to catch his breath as you searched his arms and then grabbed his face, inspecting for anything that could’ve been fatal. His hand had a gash, and many wounds were across his arms and face. As he breathed deeply, he gave you a nod, and you knew he was okay, for the most part.

But with the sounds of walkers banging against the wall, you weren’t sure if anything was going to be okay.

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close to home | chapter thirty seven

plot: the reader's new life at Alexandria surprises her further

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,825 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

You woke up to Daryl snoring and an ache in your neck. You were facing away from him, curled up on your side. His arm was outstretched, and you’d been using it as a pillow. Slowly you turned, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

Daryl looked beautiful as he slept, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and gently caressing the side of his face. His soft yet coarse facial hair hid away his skin. The few wrinkles he had that you didn’t show the decade or so that spanned between you two. Not that you cared. You liked that he was older.

You moved closer to him, your hand on the expanse of his chest now. You wanted to shower him with affection. You wanted to press kisses all over his face, squeeze his cheeks, and show him how much you cared about him. But you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, which kept you from doing all that. You’d have to think of other ways to show him you cared. Ways that didn’t involve physical affection.

But still, you hoped that with time, he’d relax at your touch instead of tense.

“Stop starin’,”

You smiled at the sound of his voice. You didn’t care that you’d been caught red-handed. You were just happy to hear the sound of his voice.

“Good morning, old man,” You whispered.

Daryl sighed with sleep and turned to look at you, placing his hand on the small of your back. The only window in the room, nearly at ground level but at the top of the wall inside, had lit up the room significantly.

You curled your hand around his shirt to avoid touching his face.

“Ain’ an old man,”

You chuckled and moved so you were lying on your stomach but still in his arms. “Sorry, good morning, handsome,”

“Stop,”

“What? You don’t like being called what you are?” You teased. Daryl shook his head and looked up at the ceiling, then sighed and closed his eyes. Your eyebrows furred together. “You okay?”

“Just ain’ used to it,”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. “Bad thing?”

Daryl hummed and shook his head. “Good thing,”

***

An hour later--after successfully getting Daryl to engage in a decent conversation--you snuck upstairs to get dressed. It was still early, but you heard your family preparing for the day.

You did the same, dressing in jeans and a deep V-neck that you found at the bottom of a bin. It was worn in by someone who wasn’t you, but it fits comfortably. You put on socks but left your shoes upstairs.

By then, Michonne and Maggie sat at the kitchen table, drinking something from a mug. “Where is everyone?” You asked.

“Their jobs. There was a supply run for parts to the solar panels today. Carl’s still asleep, though,” Michonne said.

You sat down at the table and looked between the two of them. “Daryl and I had sex last night.”

Maggie choked on her drink and looked at you wide-eyed while Michonne immediately laughed.

“You what?” Maggie asked.

You nodded and looked around the room, even though no one was there. “Don’t tell anyone. I need advice. He finished inside of me by accident, and I’m worried about getting pregnant,” You said.

Michonne laughed harder, and Maggie gave you a look. “(Y/N).”

“Spare the lecture, Mom,” You said. “Surely you and Glenn have been in this situation before. What do I do?” You nearly begged.

“See if Pete has a morning-after pill?” Michonne asked.

You bit your lip and slowly nodded. It wasn’t the worst of ideas; you could run by before meeting with Olivia.

Maggie reached out and grabbed your hand. “The waiting sucks. I’ve been through it once or twice. Just try and breathe.”

“Okay, okay. But if I get pregnant, promise one of you will throw me down the stairs?”

***

You spent the rest of the day with Olivia, working the inventory. She went over a few more things, but for the most part, the two of you sat around for the day. You thought it was completely pointless and didn’t know why Deanna thought two people were needed for this. But you didn’t question anything. It allowed you to sit and relax for once, a feeling you weren’t used to. And you intended on volunteering for guard duty.

You’d managed to snag a few condoms that you hoped Olivia would overlook. She was too busy paying attention to Tora, who came with you to work today. You felt at ease with her there, and Olivia even brought out an old pillow and made a makeshift bed for you. You’d think it was a throne, the way Tora sat up there all day.

After Olivia dismissed you with a basket of rations for the house, you walked slowly to the new home you found yourself in. A few of your neighbors waved at you, and you were able to place a few of the faces but couldn’t remember the names.

The house was empty except for Carl, who you only knew was home because of the loud music playing upstairs. With a smile and a sense of normality, you put the items Olivia gave you away before you walked around the living room. Some movies were on one of the shelves behind the TV, but they didn’t interest you. And you didn’t care for it anyway. It felt too much like the old days, and you couldn’t get yourself to turn it on.

So you sat on the couch with a book you hadn’t read since high school and started reading. Tora jumped up to curl on your lap while you did so, and it almost felt like everything was how it should be.

When the door opened, you had just reached the third chapter, and Michonne walked in. By the look on her face, your stomach dropped, and you closed the book. “What happened?”

“Noah.”

“Is he…?” You asked.

She leaned against the center island and nodded. “Tara’s in the infirmary. She hit her head really hard.”

Your heart sank at the news, and you sighed deeply. In just weeks, you lost the prison, your uncle, Beth, Tyreese, and now Noah. You rubbed your hands together and stood up. “I’m going to see Tara.”

“I’ll come with you,” She said quietly.

The walk to the infirmary was quick, and your stomach dropped when you saw Tara lying unconscious. Rosita was with her, and she gave you guys a tired smile. Eugene was sitting in the room too, but he didn’t say anything.

“What did Pete say?” You asked, looking at her pale face.

“She’s out. She’ll probably have a concussion. But she should pull through. He’s hoping she’ll wake tomorrow.” Rosita said.

You nodded and sat down, looking at Eugene. “I’m sorry.”

He gave you a nod but didn’t say anything.

You all waited in silence. Not for her to wake up, of course. But it felt like the right thing to do. You weren’t sure how long you’d been there when you heard a commotion outside, and you all went out to see what was happening.

The last thing you expected to see was Rick fighting Pete. Your mouth dropped at the sight before you and you couldn’t believe what you saw. They were both covered in blood and had significant wounds on them.

When a few people approached Rick, he pulled a gun. You grabbed Rosita’s arm, needing something to tether you to this moment. She seemed to need the same because she didn’t back away as Rick ranted about Alexandria and how they weren’t prepared.

Michonne moved quickly and knocked him out before he could say anything he couldn’t take back, and then tension around the block seemed to diminish.

You glanced around for Daryl, but he wasn’t there.

***

You spent the next hour patching up Rick in a makeshift self without anyone from Alexandria knowing and getting him settled in the room. You left food and water to make sure he had something to eat. A part of you felt guilty about what happened. You didn’t notice how much he was struggling. Rick always noticed when you were, and you hated that you didn’t return the favor.

Starting tomorrow, you would.

After that, you helped Carol make spaghetti for dinner. It was mostly a quiet dinner, and Glenn didn’t join you. You found it hard to eat too, but you forced everything down. Then, you sat with Carl for a while to make sure he was okay. He showed you some of the comics he found and read with you for a while before you both went to bed.

The next morning, you checked on an unconscious Rick before heading to work. Olivia was a tad bit awkward with you before she lightened up. You helped her man the shop for a while before you got wind that Tara was up, and Olivia let you go to her.

Since Pete wasn’t there, you did a quick check-up on her and told her how thankful you were okay. Someone already told her about Noah, and you did your best to keep her mind off it before she fell asleep.

When you heard about the meeting that would decide Rick’s fate at Alexandria, you had anxiety about it the rest of the day. You heard from Michonne that Rick was up and about, but she thought it best if everyone kept their distance for a little while.

As the sun set, Maggie collected you, and you followed her to the meeting.

“Do you think they’re going to kick him out?” You asked her as you walked.

“I don’t know.” She said.

“What do we do if they do?”

Maggie looked around before looking at you. “Then I guess we take this place.”

No other words were exchanged because you didn’t disagree. If they dared exile Rick, they had another thing coming for them. You’d fight tooth and nail to make sure that didn’t happen. Not after everything Rick’s done for you.

The meeting didn’t start for a while, and when it did, nice things weren’t said. Jessie and Maggie were the only ones sticking up for Rick. You let your cousin talk and stood with her, but you weren’t nearly as good with words as she was.

When Rick appeared out of nowhere, dropping a dead walker at everyone’s feet, you knew you had enough surprises, so when Pete appeared drunk, you started to get worried.

Maggie grabbed you as Pete went after Rick, and you both watched in horror as Reg tried to step in before his throat was slit.

Deanna started screaming, cradling her dying husband. Abraham apprehended Pete, and you grabbed your machete, waiting for something to happen.

But all Deanna had to do was say Rick’s name before he put a bullet through Pete’s skull.

In the silence that followed, you all felt the presence of additions to the group. Daryl and Aaron were back with a stranger that seemed to know Rick.

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close to home | chapter thirty six

plot: the reader and Daryl connect in a way they hadn't before (no plot, just sex)

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You smiled and breathed a sigh of relief before kissing him again. His lips were as soft and warm as you remember, and you felt your chest stirring at his touch. Your body felt like it was on fire. You moved your hands to the back of his hand, fisting them into his hair.

Daryl’s hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, squeezing tightly. You gasped into his mouth and pulled away, breathing heavily. “I want you, Daryl. I need you. Only you. I’ll be whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t push me away again.” You stressed.

He nodded briefly before he leaned in and kissed you again. He deepened the kiss, and you moaned against his lips when you felt his tongue. He pushed you backward so you were lying flat, and your body was on fire with each touch.

You gripped his bare shoulders and bit down on his lip, pulling it into your mouth and sucking on it. His grip on you tightened and he sucked in his breath before you pulled away.

“(Y/N)...”

“What do you want, Daryl?” You asked.

He licked his lips and looked down at your body. From the glowing TV, he saw the tank top you wore, its ends piled up around your belly button. Your bottoms were short, high on the thigh, and hiding your hip bones. He could still see what starvation did to you.

Daryl set his hand hesitantly on your thigh, feeling how soft your skin was. He always thought about your thighs, but he tried hard not to. The feeling of them under his skin was enough to drive him wild.

“Daryl?” You prodded, cupping his cheek and making him look at you.

“I want you,” He said before leaning down and kissing you again.

This kiss was different. It was quick and feverish, full of desperation and longing. You could feel it with each stroke of his tongue and how he gripped you so tightly. He pulled away before you were ready, and you were breathing heavily. You wanted to say something, but then his lips hit the side of your neck, and you moaned loudly.

“Daryl…”

You didn’t expect a reply, and he didn’t give one. You pushed your hand against his chest, and he pulled back quickly. You could see the scared look on his face, afraid he had done something wrong. You smiled at him and propped yourself up, quickly working to take off your shirt.

When you tossed it aside and laid back down, Daryl stared at your exposed breasts. You bit your lip and grabbed his hand. “You can touch me anywhere you want,” You said.

You brought his hand up to your chest and cupped it around you. His breath quickened, and he hesitated momentarily before kissing you again. As he did, his hand massaged you. Calloused fingers prodded at your nipples, and you arched your back, moaning into the kiss. Your head was throbbing with lust and desperation for him. Your hands roamed over his solid arms and torso. You wanted to commit every bump and scar to memory.

“(Y/N)...” Daryl mumbled between kisses.

“Yes,” You said without hesitation. “Yes, yes, yes,”

His hands moved to your shorts, sliding underneath the band. You opened your legs for him and pulled away from the kiss. You couldn’t control your breathing as his fingers circled your skin. You couldn’t tell if he was teasing or nervous, but you couldn’t find the words to express it.

His fingers dipped into your center, slowly tracing upwards. You cried out at the feeling of it, gripping the sheet underneath you.

“Shh,” Daryl hummed, leaning down to press kisses along your neck.

You couldn’t focus on anything but his fingers, continuing their trail up and down you. Each time he neared your most sensitive area, you breathed harder and harder, and when he finally circled them around your clit you bit down on your lip.

Every touch felt like you were on fire. Your body was burning, and he was the flame. You squirmed against the bed as he continued his slow movements, and you felt his teeth against your neck.

“Daryl,” You whispered.

He seemed to be sensing your every need because, within a second, he was pumping a finger into you. You moaned loudly and looked at him. His eyes were set on your face, and you blushed. “Don’t look at me."

Daryl laughed under his breath and added another finger, watching your mouth open in ecstasy. He quicked his pace, anything to get that same reaction.

You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. You needed him close to you and to ground you to this Earth. Every movement of his was heaven. It was perfect. You felt it then, that feeling in your legs that spread upwards.

“Daryl…” You moaned against his lips. Your climax hit you like bricks. You could hardly breathe as he fingered you through it, and your fingers seemed unable to unclench around the blanket when he withdrew from you after your high. But it wasn’t enough.

“I need more,” You said, your hands lowering to the band of his pajamas.

“Are you sure?” He asked you.

“Never been more sure,” You rushed out.

Your hand slipped into his bottoms, and you weren’t surprised to see how hard he was. You wrapped your hand around his velvet skin and slowly started to pump. You looked up at his face. His eyes were closed, and his face had nothing but pleasure. You admired the expression you’d never seen before and pumped harder, swiping your thumb across his leaking head.

“I need you, now,” You demanded, squeezing enough to make him moan quietly. You let go of him and quickly moved to take off your bottoms. Daryl did the same beside you and barely had time to kick them aside before you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him closer.

He leaned down and kissed you again, using one hand to hold himself up and the other no doubt aligning himself. You spread your legs as wide as you could, and there were tears in your eyes as you felt his tip at your entrance.

“You okay?” He paused momentarily.

You nodded and smiled up at him, “I’m perfect, Daryl,”

He didn’t need any other convincing after that. He pushed himself into you, and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen it. You both moaned at the feeling and set your hands on his neck.

You winced slightly as he withdrew and thrust in again. It had been so long for you, and you weren’t used to it. But feeling his skin against yours, feeling him inside of you, was worth it, and you wanted this moment to never end.

You didn’t realize Daryl started kissing your neck until you moaned and shook against his body. He was moving faster, and it was driving you crazy. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the back of his hair.

“Daryl,” You whispered, “Slower, please. I want this to last,”

You heard him mumble something but were too far gone to hear. You couldn't take it anymore when he started moving slowly, almost tauntingly. You finished hard and had to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself from moaning too loudly.

But he was still going, and your bodies continued to move as one.

You breathed heavily, your hands rubbing his arms while his lips tortured your neck. Tears burned your eyes at the feeling, and a part of you wanted to cry with pleasure, while the other wanted him to do everything imaginable to you. The slow, repetitive motion was almost unbearable, and you finished for a third time in minutes.

You whined his name and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “Are you okay?” You asked him, brushing back his hair and trying to keep from moaning each time he pushed into you.

He nodded, and you knew he didn’t have any words. He was breathing deeply and quickly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. Your lips moved feverishly over his in desperation, and you moaned in his mouth each time you felt him move in.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You whispered, pulling away from him and pushing him backwards. You didn’t even need to use half your strength to do so, because his actions stopped as soon as you pulled away abruptly.

You pushed him fully on his back before straddling his waist. In only took you a second to align yourself over him before you sunk down, and you felt him deeper than before. His skin was so soft inside of you, and despite how wet you were, you could still feel him.

You grabbed Daryl’s hand and put it on your waist as you rotated your hips in a way you knew would have him breathless. If there was one thing you were confident in, it was the ability to ride a man. And you wanted Daryl to feel good. You wanted him to feel as good as he made you feel, three times over.

“(Y/N)...” Daryl said, using his other hand to grip your thigh. You could make out his face well enough from the glow of light in the room. Beads of sweat decorated his forehead, and he looked at you with glazed over eyes.

You leaned down, pressing your hands against his chest as you circle your hips, rocking back and forth and purposely clenching yourself around him. His hands moved to your ass, and you groaned when he squeezed them and started lifting his hips up in tune with your movements.

“Tell me…” You breathed out through a moan, “Tell me when you’re going to cum, and I’ll get off.”

You vaguely saw him nod, but you barely noticed it. Everything felt too good. You were putting all your weight on his chest, moving as quickly as your cramping legs would allow you. And each time his thrust met you, you wanted to cry out.

When you felt his hand move between your legs and his fingers press on your clit you moaned loudly. “Oh my God, Daryl…”. Your eyes shut in pleasure, and you moved even faster, chasing the high you felt coming on.

You started moaning louder, his name spilling over your lips and things you couldn’t remember a second after they left your mouth. All you could focus on was him and how right this felt. How much you loved each stroke and movement.

His name continued to leave your lips until he reached and covered your mouth. His actions only progressed you further, and you struggled to breathe against his hand as you orgasmed harder than before. It was like the dial was past ten. You heard Daryl say something but couldn’t register it in your high.

Warmth spread inside you as you collapsed onto his chest. You could feel his cum fill you, and it only added to your high. The hand over your mouth dropped, and you tried to control your breathing as you moved to wrap your arms around his neck.

Your legs were twitching almost uncontrollably and you felt Daryl’s warm hands wrap around your body. You could feel his quick and uneven breaths and his chest was rapidly moving up and down. His touch brought chills to your back and you slowly moved off of him.

You winced as you fell onto the bed. As your breathing calmed down and your mind cleared, you covered your face with your hands. “Oh my fucking God,” You muttered.

The only sound in the room was yours and Daryl’s breathing, and the two of you seemed to stunned to say anything. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as you thought back to your actions and you started to laugh.

“I told you to tell me…” You said through your hands.

“I did… I… you didn’t…” His voice was deeper than usual, and it had a tone you couldn’t recognize.

You let out a deep breath and moved your hands, and slowly sat up. You cringed as you felt his cum leak out of you and then you started to laugh. “Oh God…” You glanced back at Daryl and your heart softened at the sight of him.

He moved to sit up and was already chewing on his fingernail. You reached over and pulled his hand away from his mouth. “I’m not mad at you for finishing inside of me,” You said bluntly. Daryl looked away from you and you knew he was blushing. “No, seriously. I’m not. I guess I didn’t hear you. I’m sorry, Daryl… it was my fault." Your voice trailed off for a moment. “Truth me told, I, um, I, well, I like it. Even though it’s risky.”

Daryl didn’t say anything, and you were starting to get anxious. “I didn’t come down here for that, you know. I just wanted to talk. But I liked it. I really liked it. Can you tell me how you’re feeling, please?” You asked. You knew if you didn’t ask, he wouldn’t tell you.

“I liked it,” He said quietly.

You wanted to push more, to get him to try and open more. But you were positive that what you two had just done was probably something he needed to process, and you didn’t want to crowd him.

So you gave him a nod and went to get out of the bed. His hand wrapped around your forearm, halting you, and you turned to look at him.

“Where ya goin?”

“To use the bathroom,” You said. “Do you want me to come back?”

He nodded as he let go of your hand and you grabbed your disgarded shorts and top at the end of the bed, and stood to put them on. As you did, Daryl moved to sit at the edge of the bed. The blankets were drapped across his lap and the TV light was illuminating his skin in a blue hue.

Your heart ached at the sight of him and you rounded the bed and pushed yourself between his legs. He looked up at you and you cupped the side of his stubbly cheeks. “Daryl, I know you need to process this. And I know that that was probably too early. But I wanted it. So while you’re thinking about whether it was right or wrong, just know that I’m okay. And I wanted it. With you. Okay?”

He nodded after a few seconds and you leaned down. “Can I kiss you?” You asked. When he nodded again, you left a light, gentle kiss on his lips.

***

After the door closed behind you, Daryl took a deep breath and tried to control his shaking hands. Images of you underneath and on top of him burned in his mind. He could still hear the sounds you were making, his name coming out of you as a moan, and how it felt to be buried inside you.

It was better than he ever imagined it. When he would think about you at the prison, in the dead of night, restless and frustrated because his hand didn’t do what he so desperately needed. His imagination couldn’t compare to how slick and warm you were. And how it felt when you climaxed around him. It made his body tingle like he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

His only other comparisons to you were drunken hookups, and women Merle would bring home to do meth. Those times had been mechanical. He didn’t care how those women felt; it was just about getting each other off.

But with you, it was so much different. He wanted to use his limited knowledge to keep you moaning, to keep you coming again and again. He wanted you to feel good. And it felt different, too, in his heart. He felt the difference in his heart.

Groaning, he quickly stood and dressed in a clean pair of briefs. He also grabbed a shirt because it was only now that he thought about the scars on his back. After flipping the light on, he looked at the mess of the bed.

Typically he wouldn’t care. But you would be back in any minute, and this wasn’t good enough for you. So he quickly pulled the sheets up and made the bed as neatly as he could.

He started pacing back and forth. You’d been gone too long. He chewed harshly on his fingernail and was just about to go looking for you when the door opened, and you quickly snuck in, closing it behind you with your leg.

“What took ya so damn long?” Daryl asked, his voice harsher than he meant it to be.

“Water,” You said, not at all affected by his tone. He watched you drink half the glass before handing the rest to him. He nodded and downed it.

He watched you walk over to him and slowly wrap your arms around his waist in a hug. He was hesitant, but he returned the gesture.

“Tell me if you’re not okay or if you just need to talk. Okay?” You mumbled against his chest. He nodded after a second, and you pulled away. “Let’s go to bed? You’re sleeping on the wet side.”

For some reason, that made him laugh, and he lightly shoved you toward the bed. He smiled at the sound of your laughter and then turned off the lights.

After getting in bed, the space between him and you felt off. You were on the other side of the bed and weren’t touching. His fingers twitched as he suddenly thought about how far away you were, and finally, he caved. “C��mere,”

You were by his side in an instant, squeezing in between his arm and his chest. Your warm presence brought him back to twenty minutes ago, and he struggled to keep his mind from thinking about it.

“Why’d you take your shirt off? I liked it better off.” You tiredly mumbled.

Daryl debated on his next words. He never said the first thing that came to mind, unless it was in anger. But he went with his first thought, “Could say the same thin’ to ya.”

You laughed and leaned up for a second, kissing his cheek. “Touché, Daryl Dixon, touché.”

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close to home | chapter thirty five

plot: the reader adjusts to Alexandria

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,266 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

After sunset, your group made a camp in the main house's living room. Blankets and pillows--pillows--were tossed around. Food was cooked in an oven for the first time, and everyone had their fill of water. While there was still a questioning tone in the atmosphere, everyone mainly seemed relaxed.

You were sitting in your makeshift bed for the night. Maggie was a few feet away from you with Glenn, and Daryl was sitting on your other side. Despite the differences between you now, you felt your heart pull when he moved next to you.

Deanna showed up and was blown away by you all sticking together, and you found out that she had given almost everyone jobs. It was news to you, and you were glad she hadn’t given you one just yet.

After she left, everyone settled in for the night. Per usual, watch rotations were put up, but you lucked up out and didn’t have to. And with the pillow, it was the first night you slept through in a long, long time.

The next day brought more weirdness. You walked around the area with Rick and met some people, including a woman named Jessie--who Rick seemed keen on talking to--and a few others. It was actually a boring day, and you didn’t know what happened with Glenn, Noah, and Tara until they told you about it later that night.

You thought Nicholas was an asshole.

The next day, Deanna assigned you your job. You were to work with a woman named Olivia. With so many people being added, Deanna wanted you to help Olivia keep track of what’s coming in and out of the community. Boring, you knew that, but it was better than Carol’s job. And you thought the idea of working the wall was insufferable.

You worked with Olivia for the most part of the day. She was fascinated by your stories about beyond the wall, and you told her about the prison, and how the council kept track of things like this. She even liked your suggestion of how to organize the shelves. You decided you liked her a lot. She was timid and ignorant of the world, but she was nice. And you knew she was a pushover, which could benefit you.

You also heard about this party at Deanna’s house, which you first thought was a joke, but then you just thought it was absurd.

You couldn’t find Daryl all day. Rick told you he went outside, and you were worried. But he was adjusting, and you knew he needed to do what he needed to do.

***

“This is ridiculous,” You told Michonne a few hours later. You were both getting ready for this party that seemed to have a silent nonnegotiable tag.

“I think you look pretty. Green suits you.” She said, hiding her laugh.

You gave her a sidelong glance and rolled your eyes before looking back at the mirror. You wore a blouse and soft bell-bottom-looking pants, almost like yoga pants. You would’ve worn it long ago, and you objectively thought it was a nice outfit. But this wasn’t long ago. And the entire thing felt stupid. You felt more comfortable in a dirty v-neck and jeans than this.

Michonne walked up behind you in a nice outfit as well and worked at pulling out your braid. “Play the part, like Carol. We gotta make this work.”

You sighed and nodded, watching your long hair fall out in waves. You couldn’t remember when your hair wasn’t braided, probably back at the prison. You looked at Michonne through the mirror. “I’m trying. I just can’t… turn it off.” You tried to explain.

“I know me too. But there will be food and probably drinks.”

You smiled at that thought and turned around. “Alright, alright, let’s go.”

***

The party seemed to be in full swing when you and Michonne arrived, and you saw some of your group scattered amongst the strangers. Rick was already there, and you did a double take at him in a button-down shirt.

Michonne made you take a drink, and then you went over to your cousin and Glenn, who were with Noah, Rosita, and Abraham. Maggie smiled at you, and you shared a look that would’ve been clear this is insane signal to anyone.

But you had to admit, the atmosphere was like it used to be. You tried your best to remember dinner parties with Liam. Your family sitting around the table, your sisters and their partners. You didn’t know if they were alive. Your parents you knew, Liam put them down in the beginning, and you buried them. But your sisters, they could be anywhere.

“You okay?” Rosita asked you.

You nodded and sipped your drink, the alcohol buzzing through you quickly. You hadn’t had a drink in a while. “Yeah, just…” You trailed off.

“Me too,” She gave your arm a squeeze.

“Have you seen Daryl anywhere, by chance?”

She laughed, her cheeks flushed, and you could tell she’s had at least a refill. “I’m sure your boyfriend is fine; I saw him earlier with Aaron when they got back.”

Your cheeks burned, “He’s not... he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well, tickle my dick and call me Richard, he’s not?” Abraham asked.

“No,” You shook your head. “Did you both think we were together?”

“Everyone does. I thought you two were together this whole time.” Rosita laughed.

Your cheeks burned even brighter, and you set your glass down. You heard Rosita laugh harder when you walked away, making it worse.

Food was your first object of distraction, and you stood by yourself at the window while you ate. Olivia approached you then with a man you hadn’t met yet. She introduced him as Spencer, Deanna’s son, and you tried your best to be polite.

When Olivia was called away, Spencer remained and made light conversation with you. You had to admit, he was cute, but he wasn’t what you wanted. So you fake laughed at what he said and then looked around the room occasionally. When you glanced out the window and saw a familiar shadow, your stomach clenched, and you excused yourself from Spencer right then and there.

When you walked outside, you looked around for Daryl, watching his figure walk away. You ran down the steps and chased after him.

“Daryl, wait!” You called out to him. When you finally got to him, you grabbed his arm, pulling him so he’d turn. “Are you going to come in?”

“Nah, ain’ for me.”

You crossed your arms. “I was looking for you today. I didn’t know you went out.”

“Didn’ realize I had to tell ya,” He grunted, tossing his cigarette.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you being like this?”

Daryl shook his head and turned to leave. As he walked, he said over his shoulder, “Just go back to ya damn party.”

You sighed and bit the inside of your cheek. Tears burned your eyes, but you blinked them away. You didn’t understand why he was acting this way. He was protective over you one minute, sleeping next to you like always, and then being such a dick. You didn’t get it.

When you looked back at Deanna's house and the party, it was the last place you wanted to be. So you walked around the neighborhood to clear your mind, but you ended up at the house anyway, and you knew Daryl was downstairs--unless he’d gone somewhere else.

Rick had approved everyone to start sleeping in rooms, and you ended up in the room next to Carl’s. Rick, Michonne, Carol, and Daryl were also in this house with you, while everyone else piled up in the other house. You and Michonne were sharing a room for now. It was the only room in the house with two beds, so it worked out okay. And after sharing cars, tents, and sleeping grounds with over a dozen people the last month, sharing with just her was nice.

You angrily changed out of your clothes, cursing Daryl in your mind. You settled into bed and prayed sleep would come soon, but it didn’t.

You pretended to be asleep when you heard the rest of your group come home. Michonne was quiet as she changed and slipped into her bed. She was asleep in a few minutes, and the house was quiet again.

Your anger and frustration had dissipated in the hours you spent trying to sleep. Now only loneliness and hurt troubled you. You wanted to talk to Daryl and clear the air. You hated feeling like this.

Taking a deep breath, you climbed out of bed. The A.C.--something you still couldn’t believe you had--was blasting, and you shivered in the chilly air. You left the room quietly and walked down the hallway. You heard the familiar sound of Rick snoring through one of the doors and peaked into Carl’s room. He was asleep with Tora at the foot of the bed.

You walked down the stairs and around them. Carol’s room was on the main level, it what must’ve been an office. Her door was closed and the light was out. You quietly walked past it and opened the door to the basement.

It was dark, and you walked quietly down the stairs. The basement mainly had been finished. There was a washer and dryer unit and a bathroom, some type of sitting room, and then a room off to the side. It was Daryl’s room.

You knocked softly, and you pushed the door open when you didn’t hear an answer. Daryl was snoring away, and a TV in the corner was on. Nothing was playing; it just showed the DVD loop repeatedly. It lit up the room decently, and you glanced at Daryl.

He was in bed. His hair was disheveled and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He was lying on his back, arms outstretched.

You felt like a creep, but it wasn’t exactly like you hadn’t slept next to each other before.

Slowly, you pulled back the covers to his bed and climbed in. You scootched as close as you could, the smell of his shampoo filling your senses. He finally showered.

Your presence must’ve woken him cause he jumped and reached for a weapon.

“It’s me,” You said. You knew he slept with a knife next to him at all times.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was thick with sleep. “The hell ya doin’?”

You rolled around so you were facing him. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“So wakin’ me up is how ya do it?”

“You won’t talk to me. I had to make you somehow.” Daryl didn’t respond, but you didn’t expect him to. “Do you hate me now or something?”

Again, he stayed quiet.

“I’m sorry I kissed you. I get it, okay? You don’t gotta worry about that from me anymore.”

“That guy you were takin’ to?”

Your face scrunched in confusion. “What are you talking about? What guy? I was with Abraham, Glenn, and Noah the whole night.”

“Nah, ya was with some guy. Tall.”

You thought back to the night and your eyes widened. “Spencer? Olivia introduced me and we talked. What does that have to do with anything?”

“You got someone. To make ya feel better now.”

You looked at him with squinted eyes as you put together what he was talking about. “Do you… do you think I kissed you just to make me feel better?” When he said nothing, you smiled and rubbed your face briefly. “Daryl, I kissed you because it was you.”

“Ya drunk?”

You laughed and propped your head up. “No, I didn’t even finish one glass. Daryl, I know I was hysterical. I wasn’t in the right mind that day. But I didn’t kiss you just cause you were there. I’ve wanted to… I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.” You finally said. Your heart was beating irrationally as you looked over at him.

Daryl finally turned to face you. “Spencer’ younger. Ya age.”

You shook your head and placed your hand on his bicep. “I don’t want him.”

He stayed silent and stared at you, and you tried not to feel frustrated with him. You knew a decent amount about his life before the world ended, and you knew even less about any relationships he ever had. You knew his self-confidence was in the gutter and that he never had the words to express what he wanted to say. But you needed him to try.

“You need to talk to me, Daryl,” You whispered, moving your hand to his face and cupping his cheek. “I need you to tell me what’s going on in that big head of yours.”

“I don’ believe ya, I just…”

You nodded, shushing him with a finger over his lips. You knew with him, even from the very beginning, that you needed to take certain steps first. “Let me show you I mean it, okay?” You said, moving closer to him.

You saw him nod slightly and you moved your finger from his lips and replace it with yours. Your hands cupped his cheek as you kissed him slowly. You moved even closer to him, your chest pressing against his. When you pulled away, your eyes met his. “Please tell me you feel the same way. I need words.” You whispered.

Daryl stayed quiet, looking between your eyes before he nodded slowly. “I do, (Y/N).”

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close to home | chapter thirty four

plot: the reader and her group meet a friend, and arrive at Alexandria

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,484 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

You slept like you never slept before. You didn’t care if Daryl was mad at you; you didn’t care about what happened. You laid down next to him and slept. When you woke up the following day, he was still there. But it was time to get the barn in order, and you begrudgingly moved to help Carol get your supplies sorted.

It was quiet while everyone worked, and you enjoyed it. You kept glancing over at Daryl while he cleaned his bow, and every now and then, his eyes met yours. You weren’t entirely sure, but you felt he was coming around. Maybe you didn’t ruin your friendship after all.

“Hey…” You heard Maggie say. You hadn’t seen her this morning yet. “Everyone… this is Aaron.”

You grabbed your gun, quickly clicking off the safety and pointing it towards the stranger beside your cousin. You walked forward slowly and took your place beside Rick and Michonne while Daryl went to look outside.

“We met him outside. He’s by himself.” Maggie said. “We took his weapons, and we took his gear.”

“Hi,” Aaron said.

Just then, Judith started crying, and Carl took the baby.

You watched the stranger as Rick talked with the stranger. Your gun was still raised. It was automatic. You were always by Rick’s side for moments like this. He trusted you with his life, with his children’s lives, and it was something you didn’t take likely. You were his cover, and if this stranger made one wrong move, you’d kill him. But Daryl was closer and might beat you to it.

When Aaron started talking about his community, you felt the tension in the room. The idea of a community was appealing to you. It was something you’ve been dreaming about since the prison fell. But this was too weird. This didn’t feel right.

You looked over Rick’s shoulder as he looked through the pictures. But you couldn’t tell if they were legit. He looked clean-cut like he was held up somewhere good. But it was weird.

Rick seemed to think so, too, because soon Aaron was on the ground, and you, Daryl, and Maggie worked at securing the stranger. Rick had everyone else go on watch.

You stood by Daryl as the man woke up, and the conversation continued. You learned he was with another person, and the storm separated them. You were doubtful, but Michonne voiced her hopefulness. When she volunteered to check it out, you stepped forward and were about to volunteer, but Daryl grabbed your arm and pulled you backward. He shook his head no when you looked at him.

You rolled your eyes and looked away, listening as Rick randomly picked a few people to go with Michonne. Before long, they set out to look, and you went to stand watch outside.

An hour later, you were all back in the barn. Aaron’s story checked out, and you listened as the group tried to make a decision.

“We need this,” Michonne said, “So we’re going, all of us. Somebody say something if they feel differently.”

“I don’ know, man. This barn smells like horseshit.” Daryl said.

Rick looked at you, “(Y/N)?”

You glanced at Michonne and Daryl before nodding. “I’m with them.”

Rick nodded slowly. “We’re going.”

***

You left at sundown, precisely as Rick wanted. You’d eaten a decent amount of the food from the RV and were feeling good. Abraham was driving the RV with Rosita up front, and the rest of the group was scattered among the RV.

Rick, Michonne, Glenn, and Aaron were leading the group in a different car, and you were relaxing on the soft cushion of the table. Tara sat across from Maggie, and Carl was next to you. Tora was somewhere sleeping, and for once, you felt at peace.

A deck of cards was spread out, and you carefully hid your cards against your chest.

“(Y/N), got any fives?” Carl asked you, trying to peek at your cards.

“No, go fish,” You nudged him away.

You glanced at Maggie and saw a small smile on her face. Ever since the news of the community, she seemed better. And you made her play, and you could tell she was enjoying herself.

“Oh, shit!”

Everyone turned to look ahead, where a small herd of walkers had spread out on the road. Rick’s car was driving right through them. The RV halted to a stop.

“We can’t go through up.”

“Let’s double-check,” You said, “Try to get ahead of them on the other road and meet at that intersection.”

***

The rest of the night proved eventful. After doubling back, Abraham spotted a flare. But it wasn’t your people. It was one of Aaron’s, and he was injured. You and Daryl made the call to bring him on the RV, and he ended up telling you about a safe house.

You, Daryl, Rosita, and Carol cleared it, but Abraham stood watch. After clearing it, you helped the stranger get comfortable and then had the rest of the group wait in the other room. With Daryl on watch outside, you sat with the stranger and checked over his injury.

“How’d that happen?” You asked.

“Oh, it was a tire.”

You nodded and pulled up his pant leg, looking at the bruises. He winced with every touch. “The bruising suggests it’s broken. I can wrap it and set it if you have anything.” You said.

He nodded towards his bag, and you grabbed it, finding a medkit. As you got to work, you looked back up at him. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Eric, thank you, by the way.”

You nodded and looked over your work once it was done. “We took Aaron’s supplies. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He shook his head, but you could tell he was lying. “I’ll get you something.”

It only took you a few seconds to grab him some water and canned stew. You gave them to him and told him to holler if he needed anything. Then you checked on everyone else and went to find Daryl.

He was pacing in the dark alley outside, and the warm air hugged you as you stepped outside. He looked at you for a second, nodded, and then continued to pace.

“I’m sure they’re okay,” You said.

“I know.”

You sighed and crossed your arms. “Can we talk?”

Daryl paused at your words and turned back to look at you. “‘Bout what?”

You swallowed and took a few steps toward him. “About the kiss. About yesterday.”

“Don’ need to. I get it.”

“No Daryl, you don’t… I wanted…” You couldn’t find the right words to say. You didn’t want to throw him your heart and have him reject you. You didn’t need any more heartache.

Daryl sighed loudly and shook his head. “I get it. You thought you was dyin’, I was there.”

You immediately shook your head and stepped towards him, trying to find the words to explain how that wasn’t true when you heard Rick’s signal whistle. You turned towards the end of the alley and watched a few figures appear, and Daryl whistled back.

You sighed, thankful that the rest of your group turned up unharmed but stressed after your conversation with Daryl. You knew this was going to be a long night.

***

Despite the pictures, Alexandria wasn’t precisely what you expected. It looked so cookie-cutter from the outside. Even standing at the gate, everything looked like it was out of a photograph or a movie. The grass looked trimmed, and the houses were huge. Without the huge walls surrounding you, you would’ve thought you stepped into a time machine.

You were all to be interviewed first by the group leader, Deanna. Rick was the first to go, and you all were instructed to wait. You thought this was a colossal waste of time and were irritated while waiting. You felt incredibly unsafe and were itching for the gun you’d given up. At least you had your machete.

Rick’s interview didn’t take that long, and then Michonne was called, and then you. Deanna’s house was clean and orderly. It looked like how you used to keep house. And you felt like you didn’t belong. You were covered in sweat, dirt, and blood.

“It’s wonderful to meet you. Rick and Michonne told me a lot about you. I hear that you are one of Rick’s right-hand men. Well, woman. And you come with a cat. Please, sit.” She said with a smile. “Do you mind if I tape this?”

Her words were so abnormal. They reminded you of a past so far away you barely remembered it. But you sat in the chair anyway and looked at the older woman.

“How did you end up with Rick?”

You glanced around at all the books in the room, and Tora walked around the room suspiciously. “I, uh, Daryl actually found me. It was just me and Tora, the cat. He brought me back. Maggie’s my cousin. We reunited that way.”

Deanna smiled, “That must’ve been quite the miracle. How long ago was that?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. Early spring of this year? How do you have all this?”

The community leader explained to you what this place was, how it got here, and how it was still standing. You thought it was all bullshit, and they had luck dripping out of their asses.

“What did you do before?”

You glanced at her. “I was a dog trainer.”

She laughed, “Well, we only have one dog here, and she’s well-trained.” You tried to force yourself to smile out of politeness, but you couldn’t get it. “What is your role in the group?”

“I went on runs; I hunted with Daryl. I don’t know. I did whatever Rick needed me to do.”

“That’s very respectable, (Y/N). I like you. You call it how you see it. I like that in a person. I’m very excited to get to know you, and I hope we can talk more later.”

You took that as a cue that the interview was over and stood. She escorted you out, and Aaron was waiting for you. “I took Rick and Carl down to the houses you’re all given. I can show you the way.” He smiled at you.

You glanced back at Daryl, who was next on the list. He started shaking his head, and you knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to stay here. But you shook your head and looked back at Aaron. “Okay.”

***

Rick was standing in the kitchen of one of the nicest houses you’ve ever seen. Tora trotted alongside you, immediately going to investigate the area.

“How was your interview?” Rick asked.

“I didn’t tell them I have medical experience,” You said, looking around the room. “I wanna wait. Figure them out.”

Rick nodded, "I’ll tell the others.”

“This place is nicer than my old condo.”

“It’s nicer than my old house. Come look at this.”

You laughed as you walked over to Rick and watched him turn the sink on. Your eyes widened, and your mouth parted. You looked at Rick in disbelief, and he laughed. He grabbed a glass and filled it, then handed it to you.

“Did we die last night?” You asked, looking at the mircle in your hand. “There’s no way this is real.” You greedily drank the entire glass, and then pushed Rick aside to have another.

“The cabinets are stocked with a few things. Deanna didn’t tell me about how the place rations.” Rick said.

As you drank, you looked through the cabinets. They were full of such ordinary things. Plates, bowls, glasses, cookware, salad bowls, mixing bowls, measuring cups, and tupperware. Everything looked brand new. There were some canned goods in one of the cabinets. You were amazed at what you saw.

“How is this place real?” You muttered to yourself after finishing a second glass of water. “Where’s Carl?”

“He’s looking at the rest of the house.” Rick nodded towards the stairs.

You set the glass down and headed towards the stairs, still in complete disbelief.

***

After you took inventory of the upstairs with Carl, you both decided it was time to shower. He took the bathroom off the second floor while you took the grand bedrooms. You found some fresh clothes that looked like they'd fit and spent forty-five minutes under boiling water, scrubbing down your body.

You used every soap that was in there. Washing your hair four times and your body five. You used a razor to shave your underarms and legs. Then you rewashed your body. After, you wrapped yourself up in fluffy towels and grabbed one of the toothbrushes that you’d found in the bathroom drawers.

A knock on the door sounded, and you opened it to find Michonne. “I heard there were showers.”

You laughed as you brushed and moved aside. “It was amazing.” You tried to say through all the toothpaste.

Michonne didn’t hesitate to strip and get in the shower--it’s not like nudity amongst the women in the group was rare. Especially when it came time to wash up in creaks, which you hadn’t done in what felt like years.

“I forgot to get clothes,” Michonne nearly moaned from inside the shower. You laughed after rinsing your mouth.

“I’ll get you some. There was a bunch.”

You heard many voices and knew most of the interviews were probably done by now. Your group was exploring the house, and you realized you’d stepped into the hallway closet in your towel.

Maggie passed by you with Glenn, and she asked about the showers. You told her where the bathrooms were as you dug through the old boxes of clothes to find something for Michonne.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to look at Daryl, whose eyes raked over your body. You felt heat burn at your cheeks as you finally grabbed something for her.

“I know, you’ve never seen me so clean before,” You joked before walking away.

After giving Michonne her clothes, you quickly got dressed. Your hair was still very damp when you saw Rick checking outside the house. You slipped into your boots and walked out to meet him. Both Daryl and Carol were there. You ignored the blush on your cheeks when Daryl met your eyes.

“They’re right next to each other, but…” Carol said.

You crossed your arms and looked at Rick. He’d shaved his beard and looked years younger.

“They took our weapons and are splitting us up,” Rick said.

“Yup,” Daryl said.

“We’ll all be staying in the same house tonight."

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close to home | chapter thirty three

plot: the reader and her group receive a gift from a friend, and shelter from the storm

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,474 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

To say you were feeling embarrassed about what happened between you and Daryl was an understatement. You felt like an idiot kissing him like that, and every time you thought about how desperate you were just to feel something, you wanted to curl up and die. And you hated that you couldn’t adequately explain to him that it was him you wanted that from.

It was Daryl you were so scared to lose now, so desperate to be close to. You wanted to feel that connection with him. You didn’t care that he had at least a decade on you or that he didn’t know how to express his feelings in the way you could. But he had to feel something for you. He made it too obvious.

But maybe it wasn’t any different than how he felt toward Carol. She seemed as close to him as you did, and you knew he talked to her about things. Who knew if they’ve kissed or fucked or whatever. But the way he kissed you. It was so deep and robust, and he held you so tightly that you feel cold without it, even in the blistering heat. And he was protective over you in a way that he wasn’t with anyone else.

Maybe your judgment was cloudy. You didn’t know what to think, and he looked away every time you tried to look at him. And he had gone off the road to hunt a while ago, so it didn’t matter anyway.

“(Y/N).”

You looked up at Rosita, who had appeared next to you. Her face was sweaty, and looked just as exhausted as you probably did. You’ve been walking for hours, and it was only early afternoon. The run was still up.

“Did you hear Rick? There’s a bridge up ahead; he wants to take out the herd.” She told you.

You glanced back at the herd forming the past few miles and nodded. A bridge could do the trick. You followed Rick’s lead and stood with him, Glenn, and Michonne. The walkers approached slowly, and Rick’s plan was working--until it wasn’t.

With Sasha going rouge, you all broke formation and jumped in to take down the herd. You followed Rick and Glenn, taking on walkers as they came.

You were breathing heavily with each one down, and your lack of food and water didn’t help. You knew everyone was feeling the same, and you tried to keep an eye out for everyone else.

You didn’t realize Daryl showed up, and soon the last walker fell from Michonne’s blade. After all that, you were struggling to breathe, and you wiped the sweat from your brow.

“I told you to stop,” Michonne said to Sasha. You glanced over and waited for the two to go at it, but Sasha walked away.

So that’s what you all did. Continued to walk.

***

The group found many abandoned vehicles an hour later and a few more miles. Daryl glanced at you; you were shielding your eyes from the sun and holding your stomach. I’m so hungry. Your voice kept ringing in his head, eating away at his heart. His guilt and sorrow filled him. All he wanted to do was make sure you were okay. He felt like a failure for not being able to hunt anything. He couldn’t provide you with the one thing you so desperately needed.

“I’m goin’ huntin',” Daryl said, “I’ll circle back,”

“May I come with you?” Carol asked.

Daryl shook his head, “No. Just me.”

He left the group and headed into the woods. With it getting cloudy earlier, the woods were a bit cooler. Still, he was sweating as he walked. The Virginia heat was suffocating.

As he walked, Daryl searched the ground for tracks, hoping to spot something. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t caught a damn thing--not a squirrel or anything. His frustration grew as he walked, and he knew he was only making it worse for himself.

When he came across a half-eaten deer on the ground, hopelessness set it, and he decided to turn back. The group sat in some shade a mile up the road, and he caught up to them quickly. He spotted you immediately; you were sitting with Michonne, looking half dead, with the damn cat on your stomach.

He sat down on the opposite side of the group, ignoring your gaze. He couldn’t look at you without thinking about the kiss the two of you shared. It only saddened him. And he deeply regretted kissing you. Not because he didn’t want to, he’s wanted to since the prison. But because he knew it wasn’t him that you wanted to kiss. You were so hysterical; he knew you would’ve kissed anyone. If Rick had gone to you, he knew you would’ve done the same. And he didn’t blame you for your actions. He understood them too well.

The group sat silently, with a few conversations here and there, but mainly in silence. You all heard it at once, and Daryl grabbed his crossbow. But the footsteps were too quick to be walkers.

A group of dogs emerged from the woods, barking loudly with aggression. Daryl glanced at you. You were holding onto your machete, ready to jump up. But it didn’t matter; Sasha was quick with her gun, and the dogs died in thirty seconds.

It didn’t take long for the group to prepare the unexpected meal. Daryl noticed you hanging back, holding Tora in your arms. He knew exactly what you were thinking. At what point would Tora become food. He knew you’d die before that happened. And he would too.

Daryl grabbed the cooked meat that Carol offered him and walked it over to you. Without saying anything, he gave it to you and then walked away.

***

For the first time, camping for the night wasn’t terrible. You had your watch rotation, and because you’d had a decent amount of food, you slept well. But that was hours ago and many miles between then and now.

A bit of dried meat was rationed, but by mid-afternoon, it started to smell, and Rick made Carol toss it. It was like the food you had yesterday didn’t count. You were starving again and were even lower on water.

You walked with tears in your eyes. You hadn’t spoken to Daryl since yesterday when you kissed him, despite trying to last night. You wanted desperately to tell him how you felt and that you were sorry about everything. By now, you got the message. He didn’t feel the same way for you. And everything you believed to be true yesterday was wrong. Maybe he did have a thing with Carol. Or with anyone. Or with no one. It didn’t matter. You needed to apologize and try to save whatever friendship you had left.

So when you overheard Daryl telling Abraham he would go look for water, you decided you wanted to do it now. Because you didn’t know if you would make it to the end of the day.

“I’m gonna go with you,” You said to Abraham. “We’ll circle back around.”

He nodded, and you went off toward where Daryl had gone. He had disappeared quickly, and you couldn’t see him when you scanned the treeline, but you picked up his trail quickly. If there was one pattern you could easily recognize, it was human. It was one of the first things Daryl taught you about tracking.

You knew he was walking quickly, not yet running, though. So you followed the trail to a small clearing where it stopped. You sighed and looked around. He could’ve gone anywhere. You were about to turn back when you smelt cigarette smoke, and you looked around again for him. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

You finally spotted him sitting against a tree. You knew then that looking for water was a lie, and didn’t want to intrude on him. You knew how important his own time was. But when you saw his shoulders shake as he cried, you couldn’t help it.

“Daryl,” You said as you approached him.

“What are you doin’ ‘ere?” He asked angrily, wiping his eyes.

You knelt down beside him and looked at his face. “I, I wanted to help you look.” You said. You glanced down at the burning cigarette on the ground and then at his hands, where you saw a fresh burn mark. You let out a soft sigh.

“Just let me be,” He gruffed. “I didn’ ask you to come out ‘ere,”

“You didn’t have to,” You snapped back, grabbing his hand and looking at the burn. “This isn’t going to help anything, Daryl,” You said in a softer tone.

He didn’t respond, and you could tell he was trying his best not to cry.

“You can cry,” You said. “You can cry with me.”

He glanced at you, lips trembling as tears finally fell. Your face softened, and you moved, wrapping him in a hug. You pulled him so his head was against your shoulder, trying to give him the same comfort he gave you yesterday.

You’ve seen Daryl cry before; you’ve seen everyone cry before. In this world, it was expected. But this time was different. It wasn’t because someone died or your home was destroyed. It was hopelessness, grief, and anger. All the things you felt yesterday.

So you held him for the few minutes he needed, and then his tough guy persona came back and he quickly stood up. “We should head back,” was all he said.

“Daryl, I…” Your voice trailed off as he started to walk away, and you knew it was pointless trying to talk to him anyway.

You followed him back to the road, feeling like crying yourself. But all that left your mind when you arrived and saw water bottles and containers sitting in the middle of the ground, with your group surrounding it.

Rick handed Daryl a paper, and you looked at it, your head brushing against Dary’s upper arm. From a Friend, the paper read. Both you and Daryl immediately grabbed your weapons.

“What else are we going to do?” Tara asked.

“Not this,” Rick replied. “We don’t know who left it.”

Everyone was on edge, and Daryl stepped in front of you with his crossbow.

“If that’s a trap, we already happen to be in it. But I, for one, would like to think it is indeed from a friend.” Eugene said.

“What if it isn’t?” Maggie asked.

“They could’ve put something in it.” You said.

Eugene grabbed a bottle while Rosita and Tara yelled at him. “Quality assurance,” He said. But Abraham knocked the water bottle out of his hand before he could take a sip.

“We can’t,” Rick finally said.

A loud clap of thunder sounded from above, and you all stopped to look up at the sky. It had been cloudy for most of the day, and when you felt a few drops of rain on your face, you breathed deeply in relief.

It started coming down harder as you heard someone laugh, and you spread your arms out and slowly spun in a circle, letting the cold water hit you. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, collecting droplets that tasted like they were from heaven itself.

Within thirty seconds, you were nearly soaked, and you laughed when you saw Rosita and Tara lying on the ground. Some part of you wanted to join them, but Rick started ushering people to collect the rainwater. You walked over to Carl and checked on Tora in his bag. She was displeased at the rain, but you knew she’d be happy to drink it later.

As you set up bottles, Juidth started crying, and lightning cracked across the sky. Thunder boomed overhead, and you realized the storm was nearly above you. You were soaked to the bone, and the wind was picking up. You were actually cold.

“We gotta keep moving!” Rick yelled over the storm.

You grabbed Daryl’s arm, “The barn!” You yelled.

Daryl turned to Rick to tell him about the place, and after everyone grabbed their things, you all started to race towards the barn. Thankfully it wasn’t a long walk, but the storm was even worse, and you could hardly see ten feet in front of you.

Michonne linked your arm with hers, and you walked together.

You were shaking when Rick led everyone into the barn. You’d clear it together to get out of the rain. There was only one walker, but you weren’t there to put it down. You and Michonne set up every bottle you had outside to collect the rainwater.

It had gotten increasingly dark and you knew the storm was directly above you now. You could only hope and pray the barn would hold.

***

Aside from the lightning, the barn was dark. The fire that Daryl and Glenn kept trying to keep was fruitless; the wood was too wet. You were still on the colder side and sat side by side with Michoone, leaning against each other. Carol and Rick were also with you, and everyone else had scattered to get some sleep.

You wanted to check in on Maggie, but Glenn asked you not to. She needed time to process, and he didn’t think crowding her would help. You agreed with him on that; it never helped her. Even before.

You paid attention to the conversation, but your eyes were heavy, and you kept nodding to the side. You tried to fight sleep, but it was too strong and pulled you under. But you weren’t asleep for long. Michonne was shaking your shoulder in a way that had you panicking before you were awake.

And when you saw the group pushing against the doors, struggling against them, you jumped up to join the fight. Your body slammed against the wall, and you looked to your right to see Daryl struggling. His face was desperate, and when he met your eyes, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He yelled something at you, but you couldn’t hear over the walkers, wind, and shaking doors.

The muddy ground kept making you slide, but you fought like hell to stick your ground. You weren’t going down like this. You didn’t want to go down at all. You wanted to live. And now it was time to fight for it.

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summertime at the burrow

A/N: i want to be an honorary weasley please im literally begging. notice me molly weasley

Pairings: Best Friend!Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fred finally invites his best friend home over summer holiday. Neither of you expected it to go so well. 3.7k words.

Warnings: fluff, best friends to lovers, ungodly amount of shenanigans, friendly bullying/teasing, mud wrestling, kissing, (friendly) violence, pet names (trouble, snookums, sugarplum, sweetheart), cursing, borderline frog abuse

"Good morning, trouble."

You hop into the seat next to him that he’d been saving for you. In fact, he’d been saving it for you since the first time you plopped down beside him after the sorting hat declared your house first year. You laughed when he shook your hand. He thought you had the cutest smile. Then you teased him for his devilish charm and he called you catty, and you’ve been teasing each other ever since.

"Are you packed and ready?” He sounds more worried than that time he nearly shattered his collar bone during a vicious Quidditch scrimmage. “We're leaving bright and early tomorrow. Mum says she's preparing a hearty lunch for our guests." Fred scarfs down the rest of his breakfast and turns to look at you to find you're looking back at him in bewilderment.

"Somebody's excited," you tease, ruffling his fiery locks and glancing over at George with a grin.

"If you think this is bad, you should see him before winter holidays," George huffs.

“I have.”

Fred rolls his eyes at you and you jab him in the side.

"Where are the lot of you off to?" Lee perks up from across the table, setting his plate down and wiggling his way between Alicia and Angelina.

"I finally got my honorary invite to the Weasley burrow this summer," you chirp, wrapping your arm over Fred's shoulders and leaning him into your side.

Lee cocks a brow and smirks at a suddenly and uncharacteristically shy Fred. "Well, it's about time! You've only been dating for—"

You shake your head. "No, not dating, Lee. I swear we've been over this—"

"Oh, we've been over it plenty. I just choose to ignore wicked witches when they lie—!"

You practically leap across the table with your teeth gritted to grab for his robes when you're stopped by the laughing twins holding you back from tearing into him. "Lee Jordan, you take that back right now, or so help me your mother will wonder why your hair's gone purple!"

"I'm not going to apologize for being lied to!"

"Let me at him! I'm trying to defend my honor here!"

"Miss—young lady!”—McGonagall appears behind you, sending you into shock and barreling back onto the bench—“Settle down! You're frightening the first years, and we typically prefer they come back in the fall."

"Apologies, professor, I was simply trying to have a friendly discussion with my classmate," you say, gesturing to Lee who smiles begrudgingly.

"Right, well, from now on, let's have our discussions from across the furniture, not on top of it." She wanders away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Lee who is doubled-over and cackling at your being caught.

“I hope you know, we’re going to receive the same third-degree from my dear mother,” Fred mumbles in your ear. His heart races when you turn to him, a playful glint in your eye. You blink sweetly and rest your hand on his knee when he tucks his arm around your lower back. “But don’t worry, sugarplum, it’s never too late to try.”

He winks. Your eyes go wide, and you shove at his shoulder with a chuckle disguised by a scoff.

“Scabbers not the only rat in the Weasley family, I see.”

“That is exactly what I’m talking about, there’s no way you two are just friends—”

A slice of ham sticks to Lee’s cheek with a cold, wet slap as you eye him from across the table.

“Don’t listen to him, snookums, he just doesn’t understand our complicated arrangement,” Fred says, nudging your cheek with his nose and holding back laughter.

“Gross,” George mutters, grinning before he’s met with the same lunchmeat backhand his friend so rudely received. “Suppose I could’ve predicted that one.”

…

You wipe the sweat from your brow, slinging your carry-on over your shoulder before bending down to pick up your trunk. You’re trailing behind most of the rest of the group, just a few steps behind the twins while their younger siblings charge ahead through the field with Harry and Hermione. Fred checks in with you every couple of meters, making sure you don’t need any serious medical attention.

Once the twins breach the front door, you take a seat outside on your trunk, fanning yourself with your hand and throwing your head back. Then you hear:

“Fred, you better get out there and help that poor girl with her things!”

“Sorry, mum!”

You chuckle when he appears in the doorway moments later, winded as ever, hair plastered to his forehead, and still grinning wildly as he jogs over.

“What’s a lovely young lady like yourself doing outside all alone on such an unbearably hot afternoon?”

“Sweating like swine.”

“Ravishing,” he teases, shooing you off the suitcase, “head inside, mum’s absolutely itching to meet you.”

So you do. You can see her welcoming her children and their friends alike, and it fills you with the warmth of fresh gingerbread and the nerves of a teenage boy during school dance season.

“My dear!” she coos, arms outstretched even though a thin year of sweat coats every inch of your body, even though you’ve been wearing these clothes for a day, and even though you’re breathing heavy like a dog. She’s got her arms outstretched like you’re family.

“I’ve heard so much about you from Fred, and, goodness, you’re even prettier than he said you’d be!” —She gasps when he walks through the door, hauling your trunk in tow—“Don’t tell him I told you.”

“It’s been five minutes and you two are already sharing secrets about me. Only seven more days, Freddie,” he mumbles, setting the trunk down with a thud.

“Oh, well! It’s wonderful to finally meet you, dear, Ginny will show you to your room and lunch will be ready once you’re all settled!”

“Thank you, Mrs Weasley—”

“Oh, none of that, call me Molly.”

Your brows knit when she smiles at you so gently before making her way back to the kitchen.

“Thank you, Molly!”

Fred hops up from where he’d been relaxing on an armchair, clapping you on the arm with a reassuring smile.

“Everything processing alright up there?”

You nod.

“Peachy. Now give me a smile, you’re scaring me.”

You squint at him and pinch his arm, simpering when he hisses and swats your dry-gulching fingers away.

“That’ll do!”

“We’re up this way,” Ginny chirps as she rushes by and tugs you by the hand up the stairs.

Fred watches after you, rubbing his arm with a mean look on his face just before his playful resentment fades and his affections settle into the apples of his cheeks. This is going to be a long seven days.

…

Fred had never invited anyone to stay at the burrow. He preferred the company of his close family and whoever his mother deemed Weasley-enough herself. But he’d been saving this invitation. It stewed in the back of his mind for years before he mustered up the courage to offer it to you.

Ridiculous. That’s how it sounded in his head: ridiculous. If he wanted to ask you, he should have done it at the first chance. That’s what Fred would do. But he could never bring himself to get the words out whenever he swore to himself today would be the day. Because you’d just look at him with those damned doe eyes—you’d test his boundaries and make him all gushy inside—and it was like he was suddenly turned to a tongue-tied and pathetic halfwit.

And now here you are. An unofficial part of his family. But nevertheless a part of it. You’d found the annual Weasley strawberry-picking trip to be wonderful despite Fred pulling cheap pranks on you and the fact that it was basically sweltering outside. When you returned, you all spread out in the family room with bowls of the dewy berries in each of your laps. Everyone claimed a seat while you and Fred were forced to share the hardwood floor. You ended up tossing the small fruits into each other’s mouths with your legs laid across his thighs.

At one point, he lands one of the berries down your blouse. Almost immediately, he starts to laugh, clutching his chest while you gawk at him.

“You better start running, trouble.”

He gulps and scampers to his feet before scurrying out the front door. You take off after him, shouting curses into the wind when he rounds a corner.

You follow his footsteps but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“I swear, if I ever get my hands on you—”

He grabs your waist from behind you, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “You can put your hands on me whenever you’d like, sugarplum—”

“Merlin’s Beard, Fred! You scared the shit out of me!”

You jolt away, and he thinks you look genuinely angry this time. But he smiles and your features soften. Then you’re after him again, bounding into the tall grass with an uproar of laughter.

…

You spend the next few days of your vacation trying to beat Ron at chess then deciding it may be better if you and Harry team up to try and beat Ron at chess. You also take Ginny and Hermione shopping while the gaggle of boys trail behind the three of you grumbling and whining about missing their beloved Quidditch game.

You offer to help Molly with every meal, and she only accepts once you convince her your desserts are a crowd favorite back home. She’s proud to say she’s impressed, and she grows even prouder when you admit you adore big families like hers and see at least two kids of your own in your future.

Arthur takes a liking to you after you listen to him rave about the kind of items muggles use day-to-day and how fascinating their modern technology has become in recent years. He’s thrilled to find you actually take interest in his tinkering and collections and whatnot.

But most of all, you spend your time at the burrow with Fred. He steals you away after meals and keeps you up late to teach you his favorite charms. One overcurious evening finds you two perched together on the bathroom floor whispering and giggling while you brush a bold smokey-eye onto his eyelids. Let’s just say dinner that night was nothing short of hilarious: a look that Fred will never live down.

On the fifth morning, you jostle him awake. He whines about the sun not even being up yet while you drag him down the steps and shove your socked feet into an extra pair of rubber boots.

“What’s the bucket for?” he whispers, traipsing down the path along the side of the house when you stop dead in your tracks.

“Shh!” You press your gloved finger to his lips. A chorus of croaks erupts from the marsh beside the house. Nothing out of the ordinary for Fred, in fact that sound had often soothed him to sleep. But there’s a dangerous glint in your eye that tells him you’re on a mission.

“Can’t we do this when the sun is up? It’s cold and I’m tired—”

“The faster we catch ‘em, the faster we can go back to bed,” you whisper as your boot sinks into the edge of the muddy body of water. He sighs and sinks in next to you with his hands on his hips.

“I can’t believe you’ve convinced me to do this. You’re lucky you’re so pretty or you’d never get away with anything.”

You purse your lips and wade a little further out, looking out at the cooly rippling water beneath the sliver of sunrise.

“Yes, I would,” you say, quietly but so matter-of-fact he’s inclined to believe you.

Just then you spring into action, shoveling a small frog into your bucket with a victorious grunt. A few minutes later, he shuffled over to you and lowers his cupped palms into your bucket: three more frogs settle down into the center with a wet plop. You beam up at him, and it’s worth the early morning trouble to see you so happy and have you so close.

“So what do you plan on doing with these poor creatures once we’re done?”

You sit on the bank of the waterbed, sighing and setting the bucket beside you. He watches you from the water while you examine the small blob of darkness in the center of your palm. The bottom of the bucket is lined with croaking frogs, and the sun is well above the horizon, dousing the sky in soft pink and warm rose.

“I’m going to let them go.”

He lets out a sharp breath, hands falling to his sides, leaving streaks of mud down his tee shirt.

“You’re joking.”

You look up at him. You’re not joking.

“No,” he huffs. “You did not drag me out of my nice, warm bed to catch a million slimy frogs in the freezing cold dark just to let them go again.”

“Oh, but I did.” You’re crazy, he thinks. You’re crazy and it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. Doesn’t make you any less crazy, though it might make him much less sane.

You set the frog down in the grass and leave the bucket tipped over. The small creatures immediately flood out from the splotchy tin opening into the newborn daylight and the crisp morning air. You stand and wipe your hands against each other a few times, scrunching your nose and finally meeting his eyes again.

“What’s wrong, trouble? Cat got your tongue?”

You grin.

“You know, one of these days, I’m going to say ‘no’ to you, and it’ll be a rude awakening.”

Fred walks past you like he’s really mad. Like it was an uncrossable line and you treated it like the tape at the end of a marathon. He’s hulking back towards the house when you grab his wrist to get his attention.

“What?”

But you don’t look sad. You don’t look pitiful or hurt. You look like you’re scheming, and it drives him crazy. As if he could ever say ‘no’ to you.

“You think I’m pretty,” you coo, batting your lashes just to get on his nerves. His breath hitches, and he feels warm despite the nipping cold of the morning.

“Unrelated.”

You drop his hand and cross your arms over your chest with a pout. He continues leisurely toward the burrow, tossing his gloves to the ground with a huff of hot air.

“Fred?” you call. And you sound worried, so he’s compelled to whip around. But when he does, he’s met with a rude awakening.

It was a misstep. A silly mistake, the wrong footing. Easily avoidable, and yet he didn’t avoid it. So he’s ass-first into a mud puddle with you shrieking in laughter about a meter away.

“You’re awful,” he grumbles, both hands propping him up and seeping into the thick mud as seconds tick by.

“I’m sorry! Freddie, I’m so sorry,” you cackle, taking a few steps toward him with tears of joy in your eyes. “But you should have seen your face!”

“Help me up,” he says, shaking his head and wiping his hand down his pajama pants before holding it outstretched to you. You grab it and tug enough to leverage him out of the muck. But he doesn’t budge. And in that moment, your eyes are filled with fear. Then, with one jolt, you topple down into the mud right beside him.

“Fred!”

“An eye for an eye, sugarplum.”

You push yourself up onto your hands to find your entire front is caked in mud, the mess narrowly avoiding your chin and above.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh, bring it on,” Fred teases.

You smirk just before a handful of mud is smeared across his chest by your slippery glove.

“Your move, trouble.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, looking down at the abstract art work fondly. But not quite fondly enough to hold himself back. His fingers dig into the puddle determinedly just before patting the top of your head with it like a stray dog. You squint your eyes closed and groan before peeking one eye open and coating his cheek in mud.

You make it to your feet and Fred hurls a ball of mud at your ass but he misses and it lands in the grass in front of you. You bolt around the back of the house, but he hurls a hunk towards your shoulder blade. You yelp and shout at him:

“You’re supposed to be a gentleman!”

“I’ll show you a gentleman, sweetheart,” he hollers it just before he catches up to you. You squeal and nearly slip on a slick patch of grass, but before you can leap out of his reach, he grabs your upper arm and presses you against the tree just behind your back.

“That’s not playing fair, Freddie, I’ve got nowhere to run,” you say, breathlessly grasping at the edge of his shirt with a tired smile. He chuckles and plants one palm against the bark beside your head, bringing the other hand to cup the side of your neck.

“You don’t need to run anywhere,” he mumbles, “just stay here.” The dried mud on the pad of his thumb draws a swipe of dirt down your cheek. Your fingers curl around his wrist and your lips part sweetly when he leans in.

“Time to come inside, you two! Breakfast is ready!”

Your eyes go wide when he leans his forehead against the tree with a grumbled curse.

“I suppose I am quite peckish!” you chirp, dragging him along behind you all the way to the front door. You leave your boots and gloves outside and brush some of the dried dirt from your pajamas.

You sit across from him at breakfast and catch him stealing glances at you every so often. With a mouth full of food, you wink at him with a dirt-smeared face and almost make him spit out his juice when you kick him under the table. George teases the two of you about wrestling in the mud while Molly scolds Fred about tracking it into the house.

…

Before long, you’re facing the final night of your stay. You’d been dreading the end since the beginning, and now that it’s here, you’re heartbroken. It’s been nothing but fun and you’ve never felt so wonderfully vulnerable with so many people around.

But the thing you’ll miss most is Fred. He could sense you pulling away the last couple of days. Trying to shield yourself from the impact of reality. No matter how hard he tried to cheer you up, he knew nothing could stop you thinking about how much packing up and leaving would hurt.

With your things splayed out across the floor of your temporary room, you had started packing hours ago but kept finding ways to distract yourself and avoid the idea of leaving altogether.

“Need any help?” Fred knocks on the doorframe, leaned against it and wearing the blue jumper you once told him he looked best in. You smile up at him from the floor.

“No,” you huff, “but some company would be nice.”

He perks up and shuffles around your belongings to plant himself on the edge of the bed. You had made the bed up nicely, tucked the duvet and set the pillows out nicely. He told you you didn’t have to, but you did it anyways.

After a few minutes of folding and refolding the same shirt, you stand from the floor and join him on the bed. He’s leaned back onto his elbows when he nudges your foot with his. You nudge him back but don’t turn to look at him. So he sits up and bumps you with his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, fussing with the edge of your shorts to distract himself, “Being here, I mean. As a part of our family.”

You smile down at his fiddling fingertips and inch closer, looking at him with this half-sad, half-happy look that has him confused and hopeless and head over heels and confused.

“I had a really, really nice time,” you whisper, leaning your head onto his shoulder and letting your eyes drift closed.

“So…”

You chuckle and smile to yourself, “So…?”

You sit up when the floor rattles a little, a thudding coming from the room below you. Then George shouts.

“Get it over with already!”

You both look at each other and giggle. Fred leans back again and you watch him tilt his head back and let out a sigh. His chest rises and falls beneath that damned blue sweater, and you trace your fingertips over his knuckles. He lifts his head and smiles cheekily at you, like he knows what’s going on inside your head. Like he has any idea. And for once, you think he might be pretty close.

You practically tackle him to the bed, smiling against his mouth when he cradles your face in one hand and rests the other on your waist where your shirt had ridden up from the ruckus.

You pepper soft kisses over his blushing face, leaving faintly glossy lip prints on his cheeks and nose and forehead and a stray one on the column of his neck. He goes slack against the bed, satisfied and content and happy all because of you. But still, he lazily opens his eyes and grins mischievously and says:

“Took you long enough.”

You smack your hand against his chest just hard enough to warn him.

“Oh, you’re trouble, Weasley.”

He cups your hand against his warm chest and his smile ebbs from mischief to something not as easily recognized. Something that makes him shy and pink thanks to the girl who likes the freckles across the bridge of his nose in the summer and his hands even when they’re covered in mud. Love that makes him much less sane for the girl who might just be crazy for loving him back.

And all of it makes him hold your hand and lean up to kiss you one more time.

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