Line That Leads To You

Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.

maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk

Danger Meter [6]

》Come back《

▪︎Pairings: Bradley "Rooster Bradshaw x Reader

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem! Reader]

▪︎Warnings: Language, Navy Inaccuracies, Person going into shock, medical inaccuracies, and mentions of throw up. THIS IS A LONG CHAPTER

▪︎Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and Fluff

▪︎Synopsis: Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry.Oh well— you already know the same goes for him.

Note: This is the last part of Danger Meter! Sorry if it feels a bit rushed, I'm trying to get this series to a close before going back to class. Thank you so much for liking/reblogging/commenting/reading this series! (If I have the chance I'll probably post what happened after danger meter to Crash and Bradley)

》 Masterlist 》 Bradley's Masterlist

》 Previous

"It's been an honor flying with you."

Maverick scanned the Naval Aviators infront of him. "Each of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission." Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hangman look at Maverick, smiling. You already knew he thinks he'll be picked for the mission.

To say you are nervous is beyond an understatement. You think you're gonna puke, pass out, and faint at the same time worrying about your friends.

"My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more." Maverick said, "Choose your two foxtrot teams." You hear Vice Admiral Simpson tell to Maverick.

"Payback and Fanboy."

"Pheonix and Bob." You slightly perked up, half of you is happy to know that they got picked and that the topgun instructor realized their potential, but the other half is scared to death for them.

"And your wingman."

You saw Rooster beside you look down, you can already tell he's not confident he'll get picked. Every second maverick was silent had you growing nervous. You can tell he's conflicted, his eyes drifting back and forth from Rooster and Hangman.

"Rooster." You felt your breath hitch as you looked beside you. Rooster slowly looked up at Maverick.

"The rest of you will stand by the carrier for any reserve role that is required. Dismissed" Warlock announced, you walked over to Pheonix and Bob, uttering out words of encouragement before running off to find Bradley.

"Rooster." You called out, he stopped and turned to look towards you. Jogging to him, you gave him a smile. "You can do it." He nods, a small smile of his own forming on his face. "Thanks for believeing in me, Crash."

"I uh.. want to give you something." You smiled nervously, Rooster's eyebrows rose up in surprise.

"What is it, Crash?" Your hands went straight to your neck as you unclasped your necklace. He never noticed the jewelry, probably because it was tucked under your shirt most of the time.

"This, I want to give it to you. My lucky charm, I like to think this necklace is the reason why I'm always safe, even if I had to eject out multiple times in my career." You chuckled, staring at the silver paper airplane shaped pendant on your palm.

Rooster shaked his head, looking at the piece of jewelry that mean so much to you."Oh no no.. I can't take it, Crash. It's yours." You smiled, "Okay then, just borrow it. You can give it back to me when you come home." He bit his lip, contemplating on wether he sould accept or not.

"I want you to be safe, Rooster. I gave Bob a plane keychain too, it keeps him safe, he said. So you know, it's legit." You laughed, Rooster let out a smile as he stared at you. Without much thought, you grabbed his hand, palms facing up as you placed your necklace in it. You rolled his finger down his palm, closing and squeezing it.

That's when you both felt it.

When you touched his hand, a warm, comforting feeling was felt through the both of your marks. You can also see the some of the light peeking through the sleeve of your uniform. You stilled, trying to calm your racing heart. Did that just happen?

Rooster felt his breath got knocked out his lungs, a warm feeling was felt in his mark then travelled to his heart, filling his chest with warmth. He can see the glow of his mark.

You're his. You're his soulmate.

"I-i'll see you around, rooster!" You yelled, taking off, you couldn't hear his scream for you to come back as you tried to let what happened earlier sink in.

Your soulmate, Bradley bradshaw.

He's about to enter the most dangerous task in his entire career. On his mind, he can only think of one thing. You. He has to get home safe.

He will come back. He has to. For you.

You can feel a flurry of emotions in you. There it is, you found out your answer. He's your soulmate. He's yours.

You only then realized the heaviness of your situation. He's assigned to be the wingman in a dangerous mission, one that has a probability of him not coming back home. You felt your knees weakening.

You willed yourself not to break down until you get to your room. You felt your knees collapsed at the hard floor as you cried.

"Crash, what's wrong?" You headr Pheonix behind the door as she knocked frantically, "N-Nothing."

"Bullshit. I'm coming in." You heard the door open and you felt Pheonix engulf you in a hug. "What's wrong?"

"M-my soulmate.. Rooster.." You hiccuped, you can feel Pheonix tense up, "When did you.."

"Just now.." Pheonix rubbed your back, mind already going to worst case scenario judging by your reaction. "Do I need to beat him up?"

"N-no.. I'm just.. scared." Her eyes softened,

"Why? Rooster's a great guy. You don't have to worry."

You shaked your head, "I-I'm scared for him.. for all of you.." You sputtered out, she frowned, knowing what you mean. "He needs to focus on the mission, he can't have this soulmate thing distracting him.. that's why I ran away." You mumbled, Pheonix sighed.

"You do realize he's gonna go insane with you running away, right?"

"I don't even know if he noticed."

"Everyone can feel it. Anyone can feel their soulmate's touch, it's an experience you can't forget."

Rooster felt his heart break into two.

It seems like he can't move, his feet planted firmly on the ground as he watched your figure dissappear when you ran far enough.

Was he not good enough?

Did you suddenly realized you don't want him as your soulmate?

But then, why did you gave him your necklace?

He can feel himself clutching onto it, gripping onto the necklace so tight so that no one can take it away. It feels like that it's only thing that keeps him from going insane. He knows you care about him, but as what? As a friend?

He knew that you felt it too, there's no denying it. Yet, you ran away.

He can feel himself plop down in a sitting position at the ground, his hand slowly opening to reveal your necklace.

"Am I not good enough for you?" He rasped out, voice wavering as he tried to keep his emotions at bay.

"Bradshaw."

Rooster didn't even bother to turn and look at him. "Not now, Hangman." He couldn't bear to see the smug look pf Hangman.

"Bradshaw, whatever you're thinking right now-"

"Stop acting like you're comforting me, Hangman. I hope your happy." He spat out venoumously as he stood up. Hangman grabbed his wrist.

"Look, knowing Crash, she's probably worrying about you and she's trying to prevent you from getting distracted-"

"What? Does she think that I'll be able to focus on the damn mission if she runs away from me?" He looks at Hangman, "I feel like I was gonna die when she ran away.." Tears sprang onto his eyes.

This is the time Jake knew that Rooster is serious about you. Sure, he felt like a dick, being an obstacle to both you and Rooster but he did that because he wants to know if Bradley is serious about you or not. So to let his fellow naval aviator know that he supports the both of them, he pushed Rooster.

"Go get your girl, Bradshaw."

Bradley looks at him, taken aback by his actions. "Whatcha waitin for?" Jake raised his eyebrows.

That's all the needed push for Rooster as he ran towards where you're staying.

"Rooster." Pheonix opened the door, shocked that he's infront of your room. "You're not supposed to be here, you know. Male and females are not allowed to be in the opposite gender's quarters."

"I know, I know. Can I please talk to Y/n?" He pleaded. Pheonix looked at the hallways before pulling him inside and shutting the door. "She's asleep." Rooster deflated at her word. "If you want to see her, go." Mumbling 'thanks' to Pheonix, he went straight to your bed, he can hear Pheonix leave, giving him privacy.

"Y/n.." Rooster looked at your face, dried tear marks evident in your cheeks as you slept soundly. He gingerly took your hands into his as he sat down on the side of your bed.

"I know you're sleeping, but I have to say it. Give me a chance, Y/n. Give me the chance to prove myself to you, even if I have to spend the rest of my life doing that." He whispered, voice wavering as he ghosted his thumb over your knuckles.

"Once I come home from this mission, I promise to take you out, watch movies with you, take long walks on the beach, anything you'd like to do, my darling." He said, kissing your forehead.

"I'll make sure to come back home. I promise."

The day finally came for the Uranium Mission.

Watching everyone get ready made your stomach churn, everyone knew the danger awaits the Aviators. Standing beside Hangman, you both were ordered to be on stand-by, in case the mission didn't exactly go as planned.

You saw Rooster approach the both of you, he looked at Hangman. The pair seems to have a telepathic conversation as Hangman nodded, and pursed his lips. "Give 'em hell!"

Rooster looked at you the second Hangman left. You gulped, "Roo.."

Bradley felt warmth in his chest as the nickname for him rolled of your tongue. "I just want to say-" You were cut off by the announcement saying they need the Pilots and WSO's on their aircraft.

"We'll talk. After we come back from the mission." He offered a smile, you could only send a small one back as he went and got ready.

"Bullseye, bullseye, bullseye!"

A wide smile grew on your face as you and Hangman looked at each other, completely proud of your friends. "That's so cool." You breathed out, sitting in your jet. You heard Hangman talk to you.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Crash is falling harder and harder for Rooster." You rolled your eyes, "Shut it, Hangman."

The smile slowly fell on your lips, replacing it with a frown as you hear their status. Your heart dropped as you heard Rooster being out of flares while having two SAMs tailing behind him.

"Dagger one is hit! I repeat dagger one is hit!" You heard Pheonix yell, feeling your face go pale, you turned to look at Hangman beside you, making shre you heard it right. Judging by his facial expression, you knew what you're hearing is true.

"Dagger spares one and two request permission to launch and fly air cover." You hear Hangman request, you got ready to fly and scanned your jet quickly.

"Negative spares one and two."

You furrowed your brows and try to manage your annoyance, you can feel Hangman's frustration beside you. Then you heard a statement that shaked you to your core.

"Dagger two is hit. Dagger two is hit."

"Dagger two, come in."

"Dagger two, do you copy?" Still no response.

Rooster. You felt your hear rate pick up and your breathing became shallow.

No.. no. He promise he's come back home safe.

"This isn't happening." You mumbled, your hands shake as you gripped your flightsuit, cold sweat started to form on your forehead and hands. "No, this isn't happening." Hangman looked over to you. Noticing you slowly getting into shock.

"Crash... Crash! Dammit!" He hissed, seeing you get nauseous and spilling out the contents of your stomach. Luckily you were able to hunch over your jet as you throw up.

You can faintly hear Hangman call for a medic as you got down on your jet clumsily, kneeling and throwing up a second time on the tarmac.

Feeling light headed, you saw black spots in your vision as you dropped down. You can hear medical professionals run towards you, making you lay down as they put an oxygen mask on you. You feel the heaviness of your eyelids, you couldn't do anything as you slowly closed your eyes.

"Shit, I promised her I'd come back safe."

Rooster whispered, blinking away tears. He can feel your necklace sitting around his neck. This is it. He thought he would've been able to hold your hand one more time, kiss, and hug you.

A single tear rolled down his face, he can already hear the missle launch from the enemy's jet. And then he heard an explosion, as well as Hangman's voice. He felt his heart leap in joy, knowing he's coming back home, to you.

After the celebration, he quickly noticed you werent there, turning to Hangman, he asked him about your whereabouts.

"She went into shock, she's in the infirmary."

Rooster dropped his helmet. He never ran so fast than he did now in his entire life. His heart hammered against his chest, he looked down at his wrist. He needs to make sure you're okay. He was more than relieved as he saw it green, slowing down, he turned the doorknob to where the nurse had told him your room was and opened it.

There you were laying down, staring at a wall. Your lifeless eyes went over to the door to see your soulmate, still completely intact and alive.

"Rooster?" You whimpered, tears springing into your eyes. As you hurriedly sat up, Rooster gently pushing you back down.

Crying, you gently cupped your hands on his cheeks. "You're alive." He smiled and closed his eyes, relishing your touch, putting his hand on top of yours. Just a few minutes ago he didn't think he would see you again.

"It's hard to get rid of me, sweetheart."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Bradshaw." You pulled the fabric of his flightsuit and kissed him hard, loving the way your lips are pressed againt his as you can feel him smile and grab your hips, pulling you closer.

He came back home, to you. For you.

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Letters To My Lupin

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader CW: Occasional swearing but that’s about it. Genre: Fluff

Summary: Remus decided to find out who’s behind giving him little notes and chocolates ever since his fourth year at Hogwarts that made him fall in love.

Note: It’s time for my man’s fic! (Don’t let Regulus see this) This is just pure fluff guys (and self-indulgent tbh) please enjoy! I had so much fun making this! (The song I listened to while making this is Hey Lover! - Wabie, you guys might want to listen to it while reading this ;) ) Photos used are from Pinterest! Credits to the owner!

‘The man that you are, Remus Lupin. It honestly drives me crazy.’

Normally, this would be weird and downright creepy for other people if they receive this kind of note from an anonymous sender— but for Remus, it isn’t.

Remus feels his brows raise, a small smile grazes upon his lips, chuckling to himself as he folds up the small piece of paper and tucks it to his cardigan pocket, quite amused. It sort of became a part of his routine to receive letters and chocolates (mainly kisses) from his secret admirer almost every day since the start of their fourth year.

He found it weird at first, feeling a bit creeped out as he thought it was a bit stalkerish. He would find random notes to his bed with a Hershey’s kiss after taking a shower or when he got back from classes, on some occasions it will be delivered through the owl in the great hall (which was quite embarrassing in his opinion). He often catches himself waiting for the little note and chocolates to just magically appear wherever he is at the moment.

As time passed, he was actually looking forward to the little harmless notes he receives. It felt surprisingly good? Somehow, his heart fills with warmth and a smile subconsciously forms on his lips. He even has a small box hidden under his bed which was filled with the little notes you send him throughout the years.

It makes him feel like he could be loved; he’s worthy of being loved.

He took the Hershey’s chocolate bar that came along with the note, opening it and taking a bite. Seems like his secret admirer was feeling pretty generous today.

“Moony, can I have some?” Sirius asks, eyeing the chocolate in his friend’s hands.

“No. It’s mine.”

“Aw come on! Are you seriously still upset I just took one kiss from your not-so-hidden stash?! You’ve got loads of ‘em mate!” Sirius threw his arms up in the air, complaining. “It’s mine, Pads. Go buy yours.” He reasons out but breaking a piece off his chocolate bar and giving some to an awaiting and smug Sirius.

“It tastes better when it’s free,”

“Seems like Moony got a note, huh?” James teased, elbowing the tall werewolf as he saw the paper poking out of the pocket of Remus’ cardigan and the chocolate in his hands.

“What does it say, Moons?” Peter asked curiously.

Remus blushed, a shade of pink dusting his face as he shakes his head.

“Come on, Moony! You always used to tell us!” Sirius whines tugging Remus’ arm, shaking his dear friend. James laughed, a sudden glint in his eye. “Pads, stop it- “cue a protest from Sirius. “Our Moony’s blushing!” James teased in a sing song voice. “Oh sod off, Prongs!” Remus retorts back.

“You think we don’t notice mate?”

Remus fell silent, flustered. Prongs caught him off guard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Prongs- “

“You’re in love, Moony.” Sirius cuts him off, smiling cheekily at one of his best mates. Remus raised an eyebrow and “You think I would fall for a person who sends me letters anonymously?”

“Well, yes?” Sirius smiled sheepishly as Remus shot him an unimpressed look. “You’re secretly a hopeless romantic, Moony. Don’t think we don’t notice you reading those romance books when you thought no one is looking.” Peter joined in, smiling.

He just sighs, rubbing his hands on his face. He can’t deny it, they’re right. It makes him feel stupid that he felt attraction to whoever is sending letters to him, but he can’t help it.

“Y/n, you’re seriously going to make the poor boy have diabetes by the time he turns 21.” Your friend shakes her head, seeing the overflowing number of chocolates scattered on your bed as you decide what to give him throughout the week.

“He just looks so adorable; I can’t help it!” You reasoned out, finally picking up the Reese cups at the foot of your bed and deciding you (more like your owl) will give it to him tomorrow.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/n! You’re so fucking in love with Remus Lupin. You’ve probably already spent hundreds of galleons already just to get your hands on muggle chocolate.” She told you, knowing that you bribed one of your muggle born classmates to buy you some during the break.

“Not hundreds, probably around a thousand?” You shrugged, grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment, smiling to yourself as you write. “Y/n! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Your friend exclaimed, stunned.

“Eh, it’s alright.” You waved her off, folding the piece of parchment and attaching the chocolate to it.

“I’m seriously gonna tell Sirius one of these days that you’re the one who sends love letters to his friend.”

“And I’m also gonna seriously tell him that you secretly wish you would date each other.”

Remus stared at the Reese Cup and note that was delivered in front of him as he ate breakfast in the great hall. A small smile crept through his lips as he opened the note. ‘I hope you like Reese cups :) Have a great day!’

The owl hoots, trying to get Remus’ attention. “Ah yes, I almost forgot. Sorry!” He took out a treat, feeding it to the owl before grabbing the little note he made, tying it securely so it wouldn’t fall. “Give that to your owner, yeah?” The owl then flew away.

“Finally making a move, Moony?” Sirius asked, smirking as he saw the whole interaction. “I guess? I need to find out who’s been sending them before we graduate, because I might never get the chance to.”

“Oh my Merlin! You wouldn’t believe it! Remus just sent me a letter!” You exclaimed, entering your dorm room, expecting your friend to be there.

Well she is, but two things were out of the ordinary: A boy was in your dorm room hanging out with your friend, and it was Sirius Black. Your stomach dropped. “Ah shit.” You mumbled, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at him, worried he’ll tease you and you just might combust from the utter embarrassment you’re feeling.

“I see you’re the one who’s sending our Moony little notes?” He grinned, acknowledging you. All you could do was mutter a small “Yeah.” wanting the castle floors to swallow you whole now.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I’m pretty sure he’s already head over heels for you. He might just marry you then and there when you finally decide to meet him.” Sirius chuckles.

“Sirius! What does it say, Y/N?” Your friend asks, clearly happy and eager for you.

“He wants to meet me,” You blushed as Sirius whistled and your friend squeals.

“That’s my Moony!”

“That’s great! When?”

You gulped, “Later evening, an hour before our Astronomy class shared with Gryffindors.”

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. Your felt your heart rate pick up every time you heard footsteps echoing, getting closer to your meeting place for it to only pass by. You kept having these mini heart attacks every now and then as you patiently waited for Remus to (hopefully) arrive.

“Y/n?” A voice called out, making you turn your head in that direction.

Remus felt his world stop, seeing the girl who took his breath away since they were first years. You offered him a nervous smile as he slowly walked towards her.

He would never admit it, but he secretly pictured you to be the one that was writing notes and giving him those chocolates that made his day. It was probably the main reason why he felt attracted to the person behind the notes and chocolates he receives. Although he made himself believe it was far from the truth, there is no way you would’ve done those when there were more good-looking guys other than him.

Except it was real. You’re standing in front of him and looking up with those eyes of yours that seem to enchant him and make him fall for you even deeper. “Hi, Rems.” Biting your lip nervously, calling him by the nickname you gave him in your letters.

 Merlin, maybe Sirius is right; he might marry you right there and then.

Heart Chaser

Pairing: James Potter x Reader CW: Grumpy reader, James getting injured, and Language. Genre: Fluff Summary: James tries to woo you over many times before, with what he does best- being a showoff and with a promise of a hogsmeade date if they win the quidditch tournament

Note: James is a certified simp. This is a self-indulgent one shot, enjoy reading!

James was stupid- it goes without saying. Stupidly in love with you, who wants nothing to do with him. He always greets you with his charming smile, you greet him back with a scowl or a sneer just for him.

He was like a stubborn gum stuck in the bottom of your shoes that you have a hard time getting rid of.

“Is he hit in the head? Why is he doing fucking flips when he could make our house win?” You scowl, arms folding over your chest as he whizzes near you, sending a wink your way. The other girls around you squealed, thinking it was for them as giggles and whispers surrounded you. If anything, you were quite the contrary. If you could puke, you probably would’ve already done it by now.

“Hm, Black is quite a good player. Quite better than their stupid captain who just knows how to show off.” You commented on seeing Sirius Black swinging his bat to hit the incoming bludger that was aimed at James, effectively protecting the chaser. Her friends, Mary and Marlene looked at each other, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Fancy dating a beater rather than a chaser, huh?”

Marlene teased while Mary chuckled, trying not to show her amusement to the annoyed you. “Right, so if I compliment a boy on his quidditch skills that means I’m madly in love with him? Great.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you redirected your attention to the game.

“Oh come on, we were just teasing you, Y/n!” Mary pokes your side playfully, “I should’ve just let the sorting hat put me in Slytherin, that way I wouldn’t have to deal with you both.”

“Oh sod off, Y/n. You were pissing your pants in fear in front of older Slytherin students in our first year.” Marlene snickers, dodging your attempts to get to her as Mary tries to block you from actually hitting her.

“Why you little- “

“…And the Gryffindor team wins!”

Cheers erupted from your side as you widened your eyes in surprise. There he was, James Potter got off his broom as Sirius started to carry him on his shoulders, their teammates surrounding them. James met your eyes and smiled (quite stupidly in your opinion) sending a wink your way which made a sour look appear on your face. What a showoff.

“C’mon, game’s over. I don’t want to see Pothead’s face more than what’s necessary.” You grabbed them both and left the quidditch pitch. Marlene protested at first, but then immediately tried to persuade you into joining the common room party that night.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You waved her off, wanting Marlene to shut up and forget what you said. Oh, how wrong you were.

Which placed you in your current position, Marlene and Mary basically dragged you to the common room where you saw people drunk, dancing, or snogging. “Stay here, Y/n!” We’ll be back!” Marlene giggled, as she and Mary went off to Merlin-knows-where. You felt stupid and out of place, so you just stuck to the side and watched the scenes in front of you unfold.

“Didn’t think you were the type to attend parties like this.” A chuckle was heard, looking in the direction of the voice, you saw Remus, leaning against the wall much like what you are doing. You let out a scoff, “Marlene and Mary left to go snog some random people,” He lets out a laugh, “I figured. Would you like some butterbeer?” He offers, you shake your head politely. “It’s alright, I do love some firewhisky.” You joked, his eyebrows shot up in amusement and surprise as Sirius neared you both, seemingly heard your conversation.

“You’re quite surprising, Y/n! No wonder you got Prongs wrapped around your finger.” Sirius had his famous grin plastered on his face, handing you a shot of Olgden’s Old firewhisky. Your eyebrows narrowed suspiciously at Sirius, who urged you to take it. Just where did he even get that and how did he manage to sneak it in?

 “What’s life without a little risk?”

“Don’t even think about giving that to her, Padfoot.”

Like a knight in shining armor, James seemed to pop out of nowhere, getting in between you and Sirius, giving his best friend a disapproving look. Sirius grins sheepishly, raising one arm up in mock surrender, “Alright, Prongsie. Sorry dove! Next time, alright?” Sirius looked at you, winking and running off to somewhere before James could whack him. Remus follows Sirius closely behind to ensure he doesn’t do anything too stupid.

“Thanks, Potter.” You practically forced yourself to utter those words to the boy who had a quite lovestruck look on his face.

“Anything for you, Y/n.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough. Goodbye, congratulations on your win.” You sneered, trying to ignore the blush creeping in your cheeks at the obviously lovestruck James, who seemed to snap out of his trance. “H-hold on!” He grabs your wrist gently, stopping you.

“If we win the next game, let’s go to Hogsmeade.”

Alright, you weren’t expecting that. You stilled, trying to fight the stupid butterflies that started to appear in your tummy. What is happening to you? Did you find James attractive suddenly? This needs to be stopped, at least you hope it will.

“No- “

“Y/n, please! I won’t even pass notes to you anymore in class just to get us both in detention!” He pleads, you must admit that he looks quite cute. Raising an eyebrow, you tried to fight off the amused smirk threatening to make its way on your lips. “So, you’re admitting that you did that so we can spend detention together?” You should’ve whacked him upside the head and be annoyed but strangely, you find it, dare you say- adorable.

James scratched the back of his neck, he was caught. “Erm… So, is that a yes?” You clicked your tongue, “Win the game first then we’ll talk.”

“It seems like the Gryffindor’s Captain is in high spirits today!”

You hear the commentator’s voice rang throughout the cheering crowd. Crossing your arms, you observed James, his demeanor is quite different from last time. He’s more serious than ever, barely even showing off or sending a quick your way when he flies close next to you. It was a huge difference, not that you were bummed out about it (which you secretly are.)

Marlene snickered, noticing your reaction. “Why the long face? Potter not paying attention to you?”

“Sod off, Marlene.” You grumbled, shoving her lightly making her laugh. “Hey! So it’s true! Mary, Potter managed to woo our Y/n- “ You glared at her, a hint of blush dusting your cheek. “I can only tolerate so much, Marls.”

The banter was cut short when you heard gasps and the commentator’s alarmed voice was heard. “It appears that James Potter was knocked off his broom by Ravenclaw’s beater, and he’s falling quite fast! Someone get Madame Pomfrey!”

You paled, mouth turning dry as your eyes searched frantically at the enormous quidditch pitch, feeling your stomach drop as you saw James freefall to the ground quickly.  “No…” Luckily, someone managed to make his fall to the ground a bit less dangerous by turning the ground into a putty-like texture. Biting your lip nervously, you wince as James landed with a loud thud.

He wheezed, lying on the ground, and holding his arm that was probably broken. “Merlin, that actually hurts.” He looks around, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. Out of all the places he could have fallen in, it just simply had to be in front of where you sat. James can already hear you rejecting him taking you out this Saturday.

Rushing to the Hospital Wing, you opened the doors with a loud thud, not caring if you disturbed other patients as you made a beeline to James who was talking with the rest of Marauders.

“You dumb oaf! How could you possibly lose balance in your own broom?!” You furrowed you eyebrows as you saw James visibly wince, feeling ashamed, he looked down at his arm cast. Mary places a hand on your shoulder as Marlene casts an apologetic look towards the boys.

“How will I say yes to your stupid little Hogsmeade date if you’re injured?” You ‘tsked’, crossing your arms in front of your chest, ignoring everyone’s surprised reaction. Sirius whistled, already slapping James on the back as Remus widened his eyes, Peter had his mouth open in shock and your friends stared at you in surprise, looking like you just grew another head.

James quickly looked up at you, eyes beaming with happiness as a dopey smile made its way on his face. “You… you agree?” He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement. You raised your eyebrows, a small amused smile settling on your face. “I don’t know you’re that daft, but yes. I’ll go on a date with you Potter.”

Everyone around you cheered quietly as Madame Pomfrey sent a warning glare to your group. James grins, leaning in your direction as he looks at you. “Brilliant.” His voice is a soft murmur, only meant for you. Madame Pomfrey’s glare dissolves into a knowing smile as she turns away, giving you both a moment of privacy.

James had a way of capturing people’s hearts by just being himself, he even managed to capture yours- and he doesn’t even think about letting it go.