navy and silver

October 24, 2017

  1. Sagittarius
     Nostalgic melody

  2. Aries

  3. Leo
     Baby animals

  4. Gemini
     Chestnut rice

  5. Libra

  6. Aquarius
     Photo collection of the night sky

  7. Cancer
     Convenience store

  8. Scorpio

  9. Pisces
     Striped pattern

  10. Capricorn
     Watching sports

  11. Taurus
     Black tea

  12. Virgo
     Home station

(thought up because of this post - )

So, TLC has various wedding based shows, and if I remember correctly they have a Say Yes to the Dress for Bridesmaids.

Bitty has always wanted to go to the Atlanta store, so when it comes time for him and Jack to get married, he begs Lardo, Cait, and one of his cousins he is close to to go there.

Since he is Eric Bittle, famous YouTuber, and he’s marrying Jack Zimmermann, hockey legend, it’s not hard for him to get onto the show.

Bitty has his wedding theme and all, but he knows each girl is so unique and wants them to have their own dresses, although he wants each to have some silver on it.

On the episode, they have the epic love story, some clips from Bitty’s channel and interviews with Jack. They also show Bitty trying on several different tuxes.

(I have strong feelings that the wedding will be soooo grand, but the guest list won’t be like super long cause Bitty does just want it to be people they love and care about and not like his third aunt twice removed)
(but also this does mean like all of the Falconers, people who have been traded, random hockey legends, a lot of smh team members from their combined time there, some of the volleyball team, some YouTubers Bitty is friends with, and they do have lots of relatives who love them so it’s not *small*)

There’s great banter and chatting between the girls and also the people who work there. Everyone loves Bitty and the girls all find amazing dresses that fit them well.

Bitty talks about the episode on his YouTube channel, the episode does have a small clip of their wedding included, and the episode also kinda advertises Bitty’s YouTube channel, where everyone can see more of the wedding, so both gain views from each other.

It’s just really good and Jack and Bitty just look so in love when they see each other.

(I image a place with three aisles or two and they each walk down at the same time ok)

LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: feuilly & combeferre

moroccan mint tea, the smell of wood and old books, thinking big, arms slung round shoulders, attending public lectures, falling asleep at your desk, absent-minded sketching, running away with ideas and off on tangents, getting tattoos together, keeping your word no matter what, head-to-head trivia challenges, finding the dorkiest jokes funny, wearing that one same pair of shoes forever, not being able to rest until you’ve found the answer. (requested by @silver-soliloquy)


Character(s): Reader X Changkyun, also a sassy medical examiner Hyungwon

Genre: fluff, borderline!crack/humor, also like there’s a dead person but i prOMISE THERES NO ANGST

Warning(s): rough sex, slight!exhibitionism, dirty talk

Length: 6k

Summary: In which lawyer Im Changkyun makes you want to spontaneously combust.

You like to think you have your life together.

Proud, reassured, confident. Not necessarily arrogant, but aware of your capabilities. You graduated at the top of your class from one of the best universities, an extremely successful lawyer, and you’ve already made a name for yourself in the field. Be it battling out cases in court, patching up negotiations over a mahogany table, or waking up at ungodly hours of the morning to sit in during police investigations, you’ve accomplished more than enough to have you more than satisfied with life.

Really, you shouldn’t have anything to complain about.

But a little thorn in your side goes by the name Im Changkyun, all cocky smirks and self-assured ease.

He gives you something to complain about.

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U.S. Marine Corps Maj. Kurt Chew-Een Lee was the first U.S. Marine Corps officer of Chinese descent. During the Korean War, Lee, a Marine Corps Lieutenant back then, and his platoon were facing Chinese troops aiding the North Korean forces. He drew fire to himself and yelled phrased in Mandarin, confusing the enemy troops, which led to his unit’s victory despite being outnumbered. For his heroism, he received the Navy Cross, the Silver Star, and two purple hearts, and he passed away on March 3, 2014.

Why Chat doesn't feel alone in his new team
  • Queen bee: Hey girls, what do you think would go better with this navy blue dress, golden or silver?
  • Chat Noir: (with his hands on his hips) Well, obviously silver, it will make the colour of the dress stand out more and it will compliment your eyes... But ugh... that top on you will be totally unflattering, long sleeves? V-cut neck? God,... you should have something with less sleeves and less cleavage, believe me.
  • Ladybug: ............
  • Volpina: ..............
  • Queen bee: ..........
  • Chat Noir: .......what?
s i l l a g e | pt. one

Pairing: Reader / Jeon Jeongguk.

Genre: Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.

Count: 5,366 words.

Warnings: Some filthy smut.




the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in the water, the impression made in space after something or somebody has been and gone.

When the term soulmate comes to mind, it is often associated with the general ideas of romance, of fairytales and happily ever afters. It is blended with a scene of two inevitable lovers seeing each other for the first time across the room, maybe at a library basked in the warmth of a fireplace, or a cafe with an atmosphere tainted by the strong aroma of grounded coffee beans. They lock eyes, one smiles and raises an eyebrow in a silent hello, interacting without voice, just the smallest of gestures and expressions. Then, one lifts their hand, not in a wave, but rather to lay it softly on their own forearm where they ever so gently squeeze the muscle – and suddenly, across the expanse of distance that separates them, they are connected by the sensation of the touch blossoming over the same area of muscle on the other being, who remains with their hands unmoving in their lap, as if it were of their own doing.

All at once, their two separate worlds come together, the sun and moon align, the flowers over in the cracked vase bloom, once wilted petals flourishing, and the birds dancing across the windowsill start to sing in melodious harmony. They are connected, the two strangers, in pain and pleasure, they are one – experiencing the sillage, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone, but through the physical sensations that grace their body. Soulmates.

So when she meets him, bloodstream laced with the intoxication that only vodka can provide, ordering the largest bowl of miso at two in the morning from Sumo, the local ramen shop that is a hotspot for clubbers after a heavy night of consuming too much liquor – the last word that comes to mind when she stares into his glazed over, drunken eyes is soulmate.

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Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 8 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,129

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15 Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21 Part 22  Part 23 Part 24  Part 25  Part 26 Part 27  Part 28 Part 29

A/N: Feedback would definitely be appreciated on this one guys if you have the time to say something please do. I’ve never been so desperate for feedback in my life lol.

You stood in front of your mirror staring at your unrecognisable reflection; tilting your head from side to side just to make certain that the person staring back at you was yourself. The last time you were fortunate enough to experience looking and feeling like a princess was your previous prom though admittedly you didn’t look as good as you did now. You were stood in the beautiful fuchsia dress that Baekhyun had so kindly and selflessly bought you, your hair was combed into a neat bun and your makeup was subtle and elegant.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Your mum poked her head around the door and smiled at you softly.

“Thanks mum.” You smiled back as you bowed your head, stroking the silver bangles on your wrist that made a sound every time you moved.

“Your friends are downstairs.” Your mum said; linking her arms in yours as she escorted you out of the room; the both of you slowly descending the stairs. You saw Rozz, Nel, Jongdae, Minseok and Baekhyun standing at the bottom of steps looking up at you and the all looked sublime. Nel was slightly more simple however Rozz truly looked like royalty.

“Wow.” Baekhyun looked at you with wide eyes and in that moment you were sure you could see a twinkle in his eyes as they rested upon your figure. “I mean—you look great…” He cleared his throat as he looked at his shoes and then over to Minseok.

“Thanks…you look great yourself. You all do.” You smiled at them as you stepped down from the last step. “Where’s Sehun?” You frowned looking about you. You hadn’t spoken since he pushed your desk over in class and though you weren’t on good terms you still wanted him to be at the prom after all you were all working hard and you deserved the occasion.

“He’s outside in his car. He refused to come in.” Minseok shrugged his shoulders, he was still agitated that the two of you quite simply wouldn’t make up and you had to keep reminding him that it wasn’t that simple, but that had taken a back seat since the abduction of Youngjae.

“And Chanyeol?” You asked, biting your lip anxiously.

Minseok sighed as he looked heavenwards.
“Well since Youngjae is still missing… he’s at home with Hani and…you know.”
You nodded solemnly. Youngjae was still missing and deep down you were all beginning to assume the worst. Chanyeol had been crying nonstop for days; he was no longer attending classes or study sessions and you were beginning to wonder if he would make it through the exams.
Jongdae cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Shall we?” He asked as he lead the way and exited the house. He looked dapper, they all did. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Byun Baekhyun. You watched as his shoes glistened in the moonlight. His blazer fit him perfectly and clung to all the areas that it should; his hair parted directly down the middle and blowing slightly in the night time breeze, a stray strand falling into his brow. You smiled to yourself at what a masterpiece he was and as you were staring at Baekhyun you could almost certainly feel another pair of eyes burning into your cheek. You looked over at the cars and saw Sehun scowling at you as you walked directly beside Baekhyun.
Nel tapped on his car window forcing him to lower the glass. The truth of it all was Sehun looked grand. His hair was neatly gelled to the side, a small black bow tie was positioned perfectly around his collar, but as far as you were concerned the two of you weren’t friends.

“Who’s getting in what car?” Nel asked as she looked intently at Sehun’s sculpted face. He looked as though he was sculpted out of marble, ice and demise. You had never seen him look so militant.

“Anyone but her.” He flicked his cold eyes into your direction and then raised his window once again. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t going to get in his car anyway.” You carried on walking until you got to Baekhyun’s car; opening the door you lowered yourself into the passenger seat. “Bugsy on the front seat.” You called before you shut your door. You smiled as you drank in the familiar smell of Apple, Cinnamon and Baekhyun that you so welcomingly allowed to wrap itself around you multiple times. The car was warm and you could hear your breathing as it echoed into your ears, you were excited about tonight but you also had a funny feeling that you couldn’t shake. Besides, the night didn’t feel complete with the absence of Chanyeol and Sehun’s friendship. You sighed as Minseok, Rozz and Baekhyun got into the car. Yet it remained silent until Rozz disrupted the quiet.

“Guys do you think Youngjae is still alive?…”

The car was engulfed in silence again, but this time it was so intense to the point where it was almost dizzying.

“We just need to hope and pray that he’s okay.” Minseok breathed as he tugged at the seatbelt beside him. “I just hope wherever he is that he’s not too afraid.”

“I hope Chan’s okay…” Rozz sighed as she looked sadly at your reflection in the rear view mirror. You stared blankly back at her, unable to get the image of a diced Youngjae out of your head.

“Let’s just get to prom shall we? Good vibes only people!” Baekhyun smiled as he put his foot down on the pedal and followed Sehun’s car.

 Your institution had rented the town hall for the occasion and it was only now that you were aware of how much you had been underestimating its size. The décor was absolutely beautiful; who ever had done it definetly had a great eye for colour, style and taste. Supposedly the theme was ‘starry night’ and so the colours navy blue, silver and gold ran between the walls. Music was making the ground shake and the food and drinks kept coming at a steady pace and in that moment you wished that Chanyeol were there to enjoy it with you.

“Photo booth!” Nel shouted as grabbed Jongdae’s arm and pulled him towards the booth. “Come on guys!” She called. You all followed behind and arranged yourself inside. Sehun making sure that he was standing on the furthest side from you.

“Say SMARTIES!” Baekhyun shouted. You ended up laughing as the camera flashed. “We’re going to have to crop Chanyeol into this.” He pulled the photo out from the dispenser bellow. “Trust Sehun to not smile, why so grumpy old man?” Baekhyun laugh, but Sehun only responded to him with a cold glare, which made Baekhyun stop smiling and caused him to bite his lip nervously instead.

“Okay well I’m going to have a good time so…” You stepped out of the photo booth and walked to the other side of the hall towards the table of drinks, you felt someone following you.

“I know I’m amazing but honestly you don’t have to be on my ass.” You chuckled as you looked over your shoulder.

“I know I know… I just wanted to say you really do look amazing.” Baekhyun smiled as he stood in front of you, bopping his head lightly to the music. You smiled at him. “So, you gonna tell me I look good back or? …”

“Yeah you look alright I guess…I mean you don’t scrub up too badly or anything.” You smiled spitefully, only God knows how much your heart was about to rip through your chest just staring at him. He was slowly sucking you into a trance without even knowing.

“Thanks though Baek.” Your eyes lingered on his. “For this dress and –”

“It’s okay.” He grabbed your hands in his and squeezed them lightly. “Honestly you deserve it. And would you…umm…dance with me?”
Although your heart was fluttering inside your chest you frowned deeply at him and stepped back an inch or so.

“You loathe dancing with people Baek, even me. Are you feeling good?” You laughed lightly but your face dropped as you saw his expression change to a completely blank stare. “Baek?” You whispered staring at him wearily. He squeezed both of your hands lightly once again.

“Would you believe me if I told you you’re amazing and one of the best people I have ever met? If I said I was foolish…would you promise to give me a second chance and let me explain myself no matter what happened?”

“Baekhyun what are you talking about?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I loved you?”

Your eyes widened and your breath stopped and all of a sudden the only people who were present in the hall were you and Baekhyun…and a pair of eyes burning into the back of your skull.

“Baekhyun what do you me—”

“Byun Baekhyun; I need to talk to you. Now.” Sehun frowned swooping in; he yanked your hands out of Baekhyun’s grip.

“We’re busy can’t you see that!” You hissed as loudly as you could over the music.

“Well sorry but we’re busier.” He pulled Baekhyun away and to the other side of the room.
You scowled as you began to walk towards Jongdae’s direction, when suddenly you heard a loud bang. Before you knew it you saw the giant disco ball that was hanging from the ceiling hurtling towards the ground smashing to millions of shards as it connected with the ground. You let out a scream as you felt fragments of glass dig into your skin, causing you to drop down to the ground in pain. You noticed a fog now; the hall was covered in smoke as the music cut and people were screaming and rushing to the exit; some shamelessly trampling over you to get to the other side. You saw a dark shadow approaching you through the thick fog and soon you were being dragged outside as your vision began to falter and fade.

You woke up not knowing exactly how long you were out for on the cold concrete floor at the back of the hall. You looked down at your cold shivering body. Your lovely dress was torn; half of it on your body whilst half it was on the floor beside you. Your underwear and parts of your skin were exposed to the cold air and you squeezed your eyes shut in pain as you could still feel the pain from the glass piercing into your skin.

“Y/N! Y/N!. What happened!?”
You looked ahead of you to see Jongdae running towards you. You began to cry soundlessly as he slowly knelt beside you; removing his blazer to cover you up. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re alright.”

???’s P.O.V.-  Group Chat Conversation:

#3: What the fuck!? What the fuck is this?! You said nobody would get hurt.

#4: I’ve had enough of your damn moaning and whining, what is wrong with you? You said you were in!

#2: No…I agree this went too far.

#1: You said you were in but now you’re complaining. I’m sure you can imagine how angry that makes me.

#2: He’s right you went too far! This was only supposed to be a harmless scare!

#3: You said you’d return the boy. It’s been days where the fuck is he?! I never signed up for that shit!

#4: He’s alive.

#2: WHAT BOY?!

#1: The brother or Park Chanyeol. Why the fuck does it matter?


#1: I don’t know his name. I don’t care about damn specifics; I only care about the thrill. Listen…I made this group chat small and excluded the girls to make this easier but the both of you are really beginning to piss me off!

#2: You have fucking Youngjae! I’m sorry you’ve taken this too far Reiji…I’m out.

1-Reiji: You’re fucking in Sehun! There’s no way out so don’t you dare.

2- Sehun: I said I’m out!

-Sehun has left the group chat-

#4: That motherfucker!

Reiji: He’s going to regret that.

#3: But the boy…and Y/N. You said nobody would get hurt.

Reiji: What the fuck is wrong with you Baekhyun? You wanted fun so we gave you fun. You wanted a way out of that boring and demanding good student life so we provided you with that opportunity. You’re not trying to back out now are you? I said once you’re in then you’re in… unless you’re willing to learn the hard way.

3-Baekhyun: No…no I’m not backing out…

4-K: Y/N seems to be your weakness huh? So don’t go leaving now big boy.

Baekhyun: Is that a threat?

K: Do you wanna find out?

Tags: @mentiny @exo-spn


A rare Paul Poiret day dress, circa 1926-27, 

Navy gabardine with pink knitted-wool plastron and cuffs, peasant-style embroidery in navy and gilt threads, silver metal lobed sequins with pink silk French knot and gold thread undulating bands, the back with three decorative vertical bands and belt, which fastens at the front, integral silk camisole with press-stud closure concealed behind the decorative front panel

Princess Gone Bad

Reader x Mikaelson Family


Synopsys: You fall in love with both Kol and Klaus over the centuries and tries to work it out by leaving them.

Word count: 2360

It was in the early thirteen hundreds when you heard about them the first time. Everyone in town was buzzing about a wealthy family coming to the old London. And, as the rumours spread, they were not only rich, but noble as well. Of course, every girl in the county got excited to meet the new men around. And it only got worse after they announced they would be throwing a party.  

“Y/N, how come you don’t want to go to the festivities?” One of your cousins asked, her eyes curious. “People are saying that the Mikaelsons are so bloody handsome you would deny a perfectly good marriage to spend a single night with them.”

“I don’t believe in rumours.” You laughed, lightly. “Anyway, I would love to go, but my father does not allow me to frequent balls.”

“Well, if you truly wants, I can arrange a way. You father cannot know, though.”

Your eyes shone, excited on going to your first ball alone, without your father giving bad looks to any boy getting closer to you. Of course he had to look after you, being a duke’s daughter and all, but you wanted to have a little more freedom and waste a whole night dancing with no worries. And that pushed you to accept the plans that the girl grinning in front of you had. 

“That’s fine, father will never know.”

[At the ball]

The maids picked a gorgeous dress for you to wear, navy blue with silver coloured details. It was the one your dad had given you as birthday gift. After you were fully dressed, your servants worked in your hair, letting him loose, in a sea of curls, only a braid was made to control it. They also add a small amount of powder and a light pink lipstick, only to leave you perfect as princess. 

You thanked them silently and left, undercover, to meet with your cousin at the back. By the time you got there, she was already waiting inside a carriage.

“Come on, Y/L, we are going to be late!”

You nodded, joining your relative. It did not take long for her to start chattering about later, which made you sigh, realising it would be a whole hour before you could get hid of her. She was fine person, but such bore.



“You look a bit off.” She said, raising her eyebrows.

“Sorry, I’m just excited, that’s all.”

“I’m sure you’ll meet a fine lad to dance all night.”

“Hopefully” A smile grew in your face. “And so will you.”

“Luckily it will be a Mikaelson.” She winked, smiling.

You laughed.

“Yes and, if you spend a night with one of them, you ought to tell me everything!" 

"I won’t spare a detail.”

The carriage stopped and you realised you had gotten there, an enormous castle, a lot of people coming in and out and the music could be heard from outside. You lost a breath from anticipation and walked out the cab.

A pair of lovely butlers escorted  both you and your cousin inside, getting your coats and leaving you to medley with the crowd. Firmly, you made your way to the saloon, drawing contemplate looks in your direction.

“What is a beautiful lady like you doing all alone?” A voice spoke, making you spun to see who it was.

In front of you was a handsome man, with light brown hair, gorgeous chocolate eyes and a very charming smile. You instantaneously bit your lower lip, avoiding a smirk and glancing over him, with a hint of curiosity.

“I am actually not alone.”

“Where is your husband, then?”

“Not married.”

He smiled.

“I am sorry, I assumed you were, since you have such a unique beauty.”

“Thank you.”

You blushed, out of embarrassment. It only got worse, since the unknown man touched your cheeks, making you look directly to him. One more time you bit your lower lip, complete intrigued by everything that was happening. 

“May I know your name, Mr.?”

“Kol Mikaelson.” He said, reaching for your hand and kissing it. “And yours is?”

You took a few minutes to digest you were actually talking to a Mikaelson, one of the most wanted out in the kingdom.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well, now, delightful to meet you, Y/N.” Kol smirked, beautifully. “May I have a dance?”

You nodded, slightly, surrendering to him and his warm touch. His presence made you dizzy and lost. He talked between the spins and, somehow, you felt like he was flirting with you. “Oh my stars”, you thought, happy and finally letting slip a smile.

A couple of musics later, Kol dragged you out the room, stating you needed privacy.

“I should not be alone with you!” You said, straightening up your face.

“Nobody will know, darling." 

The place was enlightened only by a candle and you could see a bed, covered by red sheets. A couple of paintings scattered on the white coloured walls, giving it a little life. It was his bedroom, you guessed.

"Don’t worry, love, I will be over soon.”

Your heart started to pound in your chest, scared of what he was about to do to you. Kol approached you, stroking your back and looking directly to your eyes.

“You won’t scream.” He said, suddenly.

A couple minutes later the Mikaelson sunk his teeth into your neck. You felt an acute pain, however, you were not able to yell or at least call for help. You placed your hands on his shoulders, not strong enough to push him away. The blood, your blood, dripped from your neck. You knew right away you were going to die.

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Ground Rules (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Anon: Hi I love your stuff! Could you do a Remus x reader imagine when the reader is a Ravenclaw?The rest of the plot is all yours 💙 Thank you💙💙 (I’m sorry for my bad english)

A/N: Hey! Believe me your English is spot on. Hope you like this, I got the inspiration from Spider-Man 2. It was too cute to resist.

Originally posted by queenc-x

Remus’ eyes flutter open, his vision blurry. He hears the hushed voices and laughs of his friends. Remus goes to move before feeling a surge of pain rush through his body making him wince.

“Morning mate.” Sirius says.

Remus’ vision clears up and he sees Sirius and James playing a close game of Wizards Chess with Peter watching lazily. He looks to his left to see you, his girlfriend, sitting in an old, rickety chair with your head resting on the bed. You stir slightly at the loud sound of Sirius’ voice.

“Remus?” You say drowsily before waking up and smiling,“Oh Remus! Thank Merlin! You had such a hard transformation last night, I was worried sick that you’d hurt yourself.”

Remus’ attention drifts from your words to the large, puffy, red scar on your cheek.

“Did I do that?” Remus interrupts softly, a look of despair crosses his face.

You pause, your hand brushing the scar as if you had forgotten it. Remus’ eyes stay locked on the mark.
“It was just an accident Remus, it happens.”

The room goes quiet. James and Sirius exchange looks before dragging Peter with them out of the Hospital Wing.

“What’d I do to you?” Remus says in a clear, yet shaky voice.

You frown at the way Remus is looking at you. His face covered in scars of his own, yet he breaks down at the sight of a single scratch on your cheek.

“Remus, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just glad you’re alright.” You sigh, reaching for his hand.

Remus pulls his hand from your reach, fear flashes in his eyes.

“I can’t do this to you.”
“I can’t keep hurting you like this.”
“Remus please-”
“You deserve better.”
“Remus please stop it.”

He holds his breath, the room is dead silent. So quiet, in fact, you can hear the students beginning to make their trips to breakfast. So silent that the sound of autumn wind fills the barren room. Remus exhales.

“You deserve better Y/n. That’s why we can’t be together anymore.”

“Remus that’s not funny. Don’t say stuff like that.” You say quietly, the tears building up.

Remus blankly looks at you, his own eyes red and bloodshot. You stand from your seat, rushing out of the Hospital Wing.

Outside the door Sirius, James, and Peter chat quietly before seeing you rush past them, tears welling up. They call your name, but you don’t bother stopping.

You run and run till you are in the quiet of your own dormitory, finally letting out all you’ve held in.


You sit down at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. Around you your friends chat about their classes and the homework they’ve been assigned for this weekend.

From across the room you see Remus sitting with the rest of the marauders. He looks over at you and a chill runs down your spine.

However your attention is swayed when owls begin to fly in, carrying various letters and packages for the students. A large, brown owl lands in front of you, dropping a letter onto your empty table. You stroke the owl in gratitude before it flys off into the sky.

The letter has no return address, only your name scrawled across it in ink. You open the letter to see a small price of paper. On it it said,

Meet me at the Hogmeade entrance this Saturday. Please.

Curious, you put the letter down and take a quick glance back to Remus. But, when you go to look at him he had disappeared from the Great Hall.

You sigh and look at the the note one more time before shoving it into your pocket and heading off to meet whoever it is that wrote you this morning.


The wind whistles and pushes your hair to and fro. You wrap you jacket tighter around you and fix the blue and silver scarf around your neck.

Large trees border the Hogmeade entrance, their leaves shades of orange and red. Below the entrance, near a swarm of students, stands Remus.

He sees you and smiles wide. You join him at the entrance, returning the gesture. His eyes travel up and down you. They finally stop at your eyes.

Remus sighs,“How are you?”

You hold your breath, his voice is exactly as you remember. It had been three months since you’ve heard that voice.

“I’m doing fine.”, you force a smile.

The spark in his eyes fade a bit, but nevertheless he continues to smile and replies, “That’s good.”

The two of you stroll, side by side, through the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, avoiding the topic on both of your minds.

“I haven’t seen you since…”, you pause,“ well you know.”

“Yeah.” He sighs. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy avoiding me?” You halfheartedly smile.

“Bingo.” He smiles.

“Then why did you ask to see me today?”

You both stop under a streetlight, it’s candle not yet lit, for it was only the middle of the day. Remus bites his lip and gazes down at you, as if he’s trying to push his words back into his brain where they belong.

“I miss being your friend.” He says with great effort.

The words deflate your heart as soon as they left his mouth. You gulp and force a grin.

“Yeah, me too.”

The two of you continue walking again down the path. You feel Remus’ eyes on you. Shyly you turn your head and your eyes meet. He grins from ear to ear before shaking his head a bit.

“Okay. If we’re going to be friends we’re going to have to lay down some ground rules.” Remus says.

“Like what?” You ask.

“Well…” Remus studies you for a moment. “You can’t do the thing.”

“What thing?” You raise an eyebrow.

“The smile you do that tugs at the corners of your lips and makes your eyes sparkle.” He says in a rather serious tone.

“I don’t do that.”

“Not anymore you don’t. That would be breaking the rules.” Remus smiles a bit.

You roll your eyes with a small smile.

“Okay I’ve got a rule for you.” You say.

“Go ahead.”

You can’t bite your lip when you smile. Not aloud.”

“Fine but you’re going to have to find a new laugh.“Remus replies.

You make the ugliest snorting sound possible,"Does this work?”

“Nope. Still cute.”

“Damn. I’ll have to work on it then.”


“I hope that you’re aware that you’re going to have to shave your hair too.” You say nudging him.

“If that’s what it takes.” He says.

You both go quiet. The streets around you bustle with students. The crisp autumn air hits you causing you to tighten your navy blue and silver scarf.

“You know ”,Remus begins to speak, “These last three months have been really horrible.”

You look up at him.

“And I finally just couldn’t go any longer without seeing you.” He says. “I figured you wouldn’t show up or that you’d see me and leave. I even debated not showing up. But when I saw you again I just couldn’t seem to move. It’s like I was paralyzed.”

Both of you stop at the edge of the town.

“It was like putting the pieces of a puzzle together. And in that moment when I saw you I thought about how I don’t want to to another day without seeing your face. Or hearing your laugh. Or seeing your smile. I don’t want to go another day without seeing you.”

He steps closer and you smile. He leans his forehead against yours.

“I’ve missed you.” You say.

He pulls you in for a kiss. You drape your arms over his shoulders. He pulls away with a smile on his face.

“Do I still have to buzz my hair?"He grins.


A/N: Hey! Hope you like it!! Have a happy Tuesday!